Laying Down the Law (14 page)

Zuri aimed a blistering glare at Tommy, but gave Colt a curt nod.

Colt ignored his brother’s chuckles until he fell silent again and Zuri’s blush receded. “And no secrets, Zuri. If I leave anything unsaid, you tell me.”

He knew she was thinking about graduation day. He was too. They’d wasted years on hurt feelings, all because neither of them had had the courage to say what was on their mind.

“Agreed.” She held up her hand again.

He plucked the ring from the box and held it poised at the end of her finger. “Still haven’t said yes, sweetheart.”

Zuri rolled her eyes. “Yes, Colt. Yes to your rules. Yes to gettin’ married.”

He slid the ring on. Both their faces stretched with wide, happy smiles.

“Well, halleluiah,” Tommy muttered.

They married in the living room at the ranch house the very next day in front of a preacher and with all the hands present. Wade stood beside Colt as his best man. Tommy and Gabe led her into the room, one at each elbow.

Zuri could scarcely believe everything had happened so quickly. Apparently, Gabe had been left to make all the arrangements, even before her release was assured.

She wore a beautiful white gown that Tommy had purchased along with her get-out-of-jail wardrobe. Of course, it was strapless, which had made her nervous given her meager measurements, but the laces up the back assured nothing gaped. The pretty handmade lace train swished on the wood floor as she approached.

Colt’s gaze when it found her made all her efforts at primping worthwhile. She’d realized as she’d prepared that he hadn’t seen her in make-up with her hair styled. Even she was aware of the transformation. A delicate blush stained her cheeks and lips. Small pink roses and baby’s breath were pinned strategically to her upswept hair to resemble a crown. She felt like a princess as she took those final steps.

When he closed his hand around hers and drew her close to his side, she sighed. She was where she belonged. Where she’d always belonged.

About the Author

Until recently, award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse! For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

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Saddled

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Breaking Leather

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Delta Heat

Five Ways ’Til Sunday

Fournicopia

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A Perfect Trifecta

Forget the sugar. Send her the spice.

Fournicopia

© 2012 Delilah Devlin

Delta Heat, Book 2

Gus Taggert knows a setup when he sees one. The doughnut shop his police officer buddies have sent him to, Cornucopia, is too frilly. Too pink. Then the woman behind the counter serves up a mini-lesson in submission that leaves him ready and willing to obey her order to see her tonight at La Forge BDSM club.

The large, burly cop is exactly the kind of alpha guy that newly minted Domme, Aislinn Darby, has been dying to tie up and spank. Yet after she puts him through his paces, she finds herself eager to let him take control—something she’s never before enjoyed with a man.

Determined to find out once and for all if she has what it takes to control a scene, she orders him up for one more go. Only this time, she intends to ensure he remembers who’s in charge. She’s even willing to offer a little bribe: accept her dictates, and his reward her—any way he wants her.

Except when it’s time for payback, it comes with several twists she never saw coming.

Warning: When a male sub decides to turn the tables on his pretty Domme, he calls for backup from his best friends. Contains scenes with m/m/f, m/f/m, f/f, spanking, restraints, and an orgy of pleasure no woman can resist

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Fournicopia:

“Have you forgotten so soon?” she asked softly, striding up beside him.

His brow furrowed, darkening his eyes. “We’re alone. You don’t have to keep the game up.”

“Oh, I don’t play games. I told you already what I expect.”

His body tightened. His huge chest rose and fell more quickly than the short walk down the hall warranted.

Aislinn was careful not to let her smile reach her eyes. “
Naked.
That’s how I want you. And since you’re late, I want you bent over that bench to your right.”

She walked closer, not stopping until her chest met his, glad for the tall heels she wore. She tilted back her head, knowing it was no sign of submission on her part, because she stared without blinking into his hazel eyes.

His glance fell to her mouth then the tops of her breasts, spilling over the ribbed edge of the corset. “Naked I can do, ma’am. But you’re not spankin’ my ass with that toy.”

Not breaking glances, she tossed the flogger away. “I wouldn’t want it to touch you anyway. I’ll start with my hand…since we’re just getting to know each other.” Continuing to stare, she kept her expression neutral.

She knew the moment he blinked in their little game of chicken.

He swallowed hard. The sound of it loud in the stillness of the room.

She bit her lip then gave it a slow lick. Flirting to get what she wanted was just one tool in her arsenal of persuasion. “If you’re very good,” she murmured, “I’ll let you lick my nipples.”

The corners of his mouth twitched. A fine sheen of sweat broke on his forehead. He backed up a step then turned toward the bench. She watched while he stripped, not looking at her. She liked what he revealed—a torso cut like a bodybuilder’s—powerful, athletic.

When his trousers dropped and he moved toward the padded kneeler, she cleared her throat. “I’d like to inspect you before you hide yourself away.”

He turned slowly, red suffusing his face.

“Lower your eyes.”

Again, he gave her a slight glower, but he bent his neck although his gaze continued to watch her.

“Brat,” she muttered under her breath.

Striding toward him, placing one foot in front of the other to exaggerate the sway of her hips, she unlaced the top of her corset, spreading the opening and tucking the upper edge beneath her breasts. His gaze dropped to her tits.

“Guess you need more incentive to obey a simple command.” She touched her nipples with her fingertips and toggled the turgid little tips.

“Mondo told me all about it,” he said, his voice rough as gravel.

“Mondo has a big mouth. I don’t need protection. I can handle the problem myself. That the only reason you’re here?” she asked, continuing to fondle herself.

His mouth opened again to speak, but she tugged a nipple and let it pop back. His breath shuddered out.

His reaction, the redness of his face, the staggered breath and intensity of his gaze, did things to her. His frame was so tall and burly—just his size and the fact he was eager to do her bidding enflamed her. Moisture seeped to wet the crotch of her panties, and she knew without a doubt she was going to take this session further than she usually allowed.

She reached up and cupped the corners of his broad shoulders, measuring them with her hands, squeezing the muscle to see just how firm he was. His pectorals jumped and she accepted the silent invitation, smoothing downward. “I like that you don’t wax,” she said, tugging his dark chest hair and then circling his small, flat nipples which hardened instantly beneath her touch.

She gave him a pointed glare, telling him silently to remain still, and smoothed down again, lightly tracing the deep hollows and swells of his ripped abdomen until she reached his cock.

The quickest way to love isn’t always a straight line.

Drive Me Crazy

© 2012 Jenna Bayley-Burke

This was supposed to be Xavier Moreau’s long-awaited vacation. A few precious weeks away from his over-scheduled career to see the America his mother loved and still make it to his best friend’s wedding in time. Instead, he’s ferrying the bridezilla’s sister to the nuptials. The luscious Jaime Cruz makes his mouth water, but her near-frenzy to get to Oregon
now
would scrape on his last nerve—if he didn’t sense that she needs the break as much as he does.

Fresh off a teaching assignment in D.C., Jaime’s white knuckling it. She’s got only three weeks to get home, find a job and a place to live, and ensure her sister’s big day comes off without a hitch. Except Xavier tosses her three-days-or-bust itinerary out the window. Even more annoying, Jaime finds herself succumbing to his relentless determination to make sure she enjoys every minute of the trip. And falling under the spell of his sizzling touch.

Three weeks and three thousand miles later, Jaime’s feet are on home ground, but her heart is pulling her in a completely unexpected direction. Toward Xavier and a new journey that will require the ultimate leap of faith.

Caution! Dangerous curves ahead. Do not enter if you might be spooked by haunted hotels, embarrassed by sex in the great outdoors, or fear you might yield to a devastating Frenchman willing to drive you to distraction.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Drive Me Crazy:

She plopped down on the bed next to him. “Does
suce moi, fumer le cigar
mean what I think it means?”

He coughed, his eyes widening. “
Excusez-moi?
”

“That’s why I got a ticket. You talk in your sleep, and I was trying to figure out what you were dreaming about, and who. Since you’re being all high and mighty, tell me, what did you dream about?”

He shook his head. “You can’t exactly blame me. You’ve been taunting me for days, the way you move, the way you look at me, the way you keep flipping your hair over your shoulder so I’ll notice it.”

She so did not flip her hair. “I could say the same thing. All these unexpected stops and dallying could just be your way of keeping us on the road until you get me into bed.”

With lightning quickness, he rolled her onto her back, his large frame looming over her. “Mission accomplished.”

She squirmed beneath him, raising her knee slightly, just in case he tried anything funny. Being surrounded by the scent of sandalwood and sin might be tempting, if she didn’t want to shake some sense into his block head. “This is not helping.”

“No?” He dipped his head and grazed his lips over one temple, then the other. “Is it helping you forget how angry you want to be?”

Her body betrayed her. Her nipples tightened and heat swirled low in her belly.

His gaze moved down her body and then back to her face. “See, it’s working already. All the problems will be there in the morning, just waiting for you to worry about them then.” The sensual contours of his lips caressed the tension from her forehead, easing her eyes closed as his kiss continued downward.

“This will make one more thing for me to worry about.” Her protests sounded weak even to her. There was something about proximity to this man that drugged her, released her inhibitions along with her higher-order thought processes.

“You won’t, I promise.”

“I’ll worry about what my sister will say.” She turned her head to the side, which he took as an invitation to plant a scathing row of kisses along the column of her neck. Her libido fluttered and stretched like a butterfly about to take flight.

“Don’t tell her anything you don’t want to.”

Why was she protesting? She wanted him with an intensity that terrified her. Maybe that was the real problem. Their bodies had been buzzing with attraction for three days. If she kept fighting it she might spontaneously combust. “You won’t tell Trent?”

“He doesn’t want to know that his sister-in-law has an amazing ass, trust me.” His hand roved down her body, grazing the side of her breast, the soft swell of her stomach, the curve of her hip.