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Authors: Delilah Devlin

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Inside the room, he kicked the door shut behind them. A narrow strip of light shone from the bathroom door, enough he could find his way to the large four-poster bed. He carried her there, crawled onto the edge and laid her down, coming over the top of her, but supporting most of his weight on his elbows.

He’d wanted to go slowly this time and ease her into intimacy. However, his Charli wasn’t the patient sort. Without hesitation, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his, hungrily devouring his mouth.

The kiss was hot, her tongue pushing between his lips to stroke his tongue, her lips suctioning, making him think of places he’d like that slick, strong mouth of hers work its sexy magic. His balls hardened, his dick pulsed. A heady rush of joy sent him straight into full-on arousal.

When her teeth bit into his lower lip, his control snapped. He growled and ground his lips against hers, sank his tongue deep and swept while he slid his hands beneath her to clench around the curves of her firm ass.

Her body undulated, her mound pushing against his growing erection, and he broke the kiss, gasping. “Dammit, Charli. I wanted to take this slow.”

“I’ll let you lick my toes later. Right now I ache, cowboy.”

“Where?”

Her hips curved upward, and she ground against his dick. “Right where you think.”

But he wasn’t thinking. He rolled away, wrestled off his T-shirt, boots, socks, and jeans. When he turned back, she was naked as well, an arm wrapped over her breasts, her hand between her legs. Only she didn’t appear to be hiding; her fingers were moving, rolling over her sex, making moist, nasty sounds in the slick heat he couldn’t wait to feel consuming his cock.

Kneeling beside her, he pushed her gently to her back, then clasped her wrist and dragged her arm from her breasts. “Keep playing with that pussy. Did you shave it?”

Her teeth captured her bottom lip, then let it slip free. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“In a minute.” He dove down, still holding her hand to the side while he flicked his tongue across her soft skin, tasting her neck, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the quivering tops of her breasts. When he circled one tightly beaded tip, he moaned. “So damn soft. Never felt anything so damn soft.” The dark pink areola felt like the softest suede as he lapped. He cupped the underside of the small swell and plumped up her breast, then opened his lips and sucked all that softness inside. He mouthed it, gobbled it up, circled his head and pulled it around, drawing off slowly until he held only the tight little tip between his teeth.

When he glanced up, he found her wide gaze staring back. He bit again, saw her tiny wince, but also saw the way her eyelids fluttered down and up again. Her breath caught, then shuddered outward. He smiled, pleased her breasts were so sensitive. He transferred his attention to the other soft globe and nibbled and licked while her fingers got busier. The lush, wet sounds she drew from her body only made him harder, more determined to stay the course.

Again he dove down, licking and nibbling a path along her abdomen. “Keep those fingers working, sweetheart,” he muttered, pausing to rim her belly button, then moving steadily south. At last, he pushed aside her hand, bringing her fingers to his mouth to clean them. Her sea-fresh flavor forced another groan from him, and he let her hand go to stare down at her pretty, bare mound. “You follow directions well,” he said, glancing up to catch the naughty arch of a dark brow.

“Who says I did this for you?”

She had, but he let her little evasion go for now. Shifting, he came between her legs, lifting her knees, settling her heels just right so that when he pushed her thighs downward, she opened. Her juicy, pink inner folds parted. Her engorged clit winked from beneath the thin hood. He scraped the side of his thumb over the hard knot, eliciting a sharp gasp.

When he bent toward her sex, he noted the flare of her pert nose, the pursing of her lush mouth, the faint, delicate quivers rippling across her feminine belly. “Charli, don’t close those pretty eyes.”

“Jesus, Lonny.” When he stuck out his tongue and lapped at her clit, she whimpered.

“Yeah, I like the sound, baby. Give me more like that. No holding back.” Then he opened his mouth and caressed her soft, fleshy mound with his lips and tongue, rode the length of her slit with wicked flutters. He burrowed into her entrance, tasting her, coaxing more fluids to trickle down as he circled his head and licked around and around her sweet, hot pussy.

“Fuck, your cunt’s pretty, Charli.” It was no exaggeration, not a line he fed a woman to get her hot. She was soft, wet, pink, fragrantly aroused, and the attention he lavished there had her writhing, her whole body shivering, her head tossing side to side as her cries grew stronger.

The moment he returned to her clit, she stilled but for the shaking of her thighs, which closed around his head. When he suckled the hard knot, she came apart, her hips bucking. He cupped her ass, latched his lips firmly around her engorged nubbin and held on, drawing on her, sucking harder and harder until she shouted and her back arched. She held there for a long moment while he continued to torture her, then fell back, her chest shuddering with her short, rasping breaths.

He gave her velvety-soft mound a kiss, then slowly slid up her body, until his cock was lodged at her drenched opening and his chest was cradled against her soft, quivering breasts. He ducked and kissed her, transferring her flavor to her lips.

His kiss was gentle, his mouth glazing hers and then drawing away. “Catch your breath?”

She shook her head. Her face was reddened, her eyes a little wild. “I’ve forgotten how to breathe.”

“It’s overrated. I’m gonna fuck you now,” he said softly.

Her teeth flashed with a quick, strained smile. “’Bout damn time.”

“Complaining?”

Her fingers wrapped around the corners of his shoulders. “You talk too much.”

Without lifting his hips, he scooted up, rubbing on her skin, then drove his cock inside her an inch or two. He wagged his hips side-to-side to sink a little deeper. He growled against her neck. “I like the way you feel. Like how wet you are for me. How tight. You and Drew…you didn’t do this much.”

Her body stiffened. “Not now, Lonny. Please, not now. Drew’s not up for discussion.”

Lifting his head, he speared her with a hard glance, a sudden flare of jealousy making him feel mean. “How many times, Charli?”

A fierce scowl furrowed her forehead. “I told you already, although you’ve got no right to ask.”

“I’m not gonna be polite about this. Tell me the truth.”

A shiver racked her body. Her scowl relaxed, her expression turning softer as she submitted. “Once. Just once.”

Lonny nodded, then pushed up another inch, knowing his weight was keeping her breathless, but wanting her vulnerable enough to be truthful. “Did you think you loved him?”

Her head turned to the side. “I do love him, just not the way he wanted.”

Lonny’s jaw tightened, but he forced it to ease. “That’s good. He’s been decent. He as much as told me you were free to be with me. I had to know you felt the same.”

She swallowed. “We done?”

“Not even close.” He rose on his arms and slowly slid his cock free. Then, kneeling between her legs, he said, “Baby, I’m holding back by a thread. I need you on your knees.”

She sat up and slowly turned, letting him arrange her. He palmed himself, sliding his hand up and down his rigid shaft, taking in the sight of her smooth, lush ass, the cleft that parted as she spread her knees.

Flipping back her hair, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes once again round and wild. Her gaze dropped to his cock, and he stroked himself again, coming off the tip. He came toward her, his hands settling on her hips, his cock aligning with her slit. “Could get rough,” he said, his voice so thick it sounded like gravel had lodged in his throat.

“I’m no sissy.”

His smile was strained. His teeth ground together as he flexed forward and thrust inside her.

Her channel was a hot, wet glove, which got tighter when she squeezed around him. Her butt wiggled and eased backward, taking him deeper, encouraging him to begin to move.

His fingers bit into her skin. “Gimme a minute.”

“Don’t have that much time, cowboy. You gotta move now.” Her tail gave another sexy little wag, then her back sank, giving him the angle he needed for a straight shot toward her core.

His balls were so tight now, they cramped. His cock so engorged, the skin cloaking it felt ready to burst.

Charli Kudrow was on her hands and knees. He should have been the one in control, but the feel of her surrounding him held him at the edge of violence. Her pussy clasped him again, and he growled, “Witch!”

Her chuckle was a whiskey-throated challenge.

Lonny steadied his knees, dug his fingers into her fleshy ass and held tight to his frayed control. “Fucking hell.”

Chapter Six

His vehement curse didn’t scare Charli one bit. Lonny had her in a position of masculine control, but her mind was clear after he’d blown the cobwebs free with the passionate way he’d eaten her out.

No, his fingers might be digging bruises into her butt, but she had the control. She wondered how far she could push until he broke. She liked the way his body shook, savored the crush of his strong grip. Lonny was all man, but not nearly as cocky and sure about himself now.

Charli shoved off the mattress, straightening until she knelt in front of him, his cock still lodged inside her body. Deliberately slow, she snuggled her back against his slick, sweaty chest.

His nose nuzzled the side of her neck. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“Havin’ fun.” His grunt made her smile. “I was thinkin’ I should return the favor.”

“And I’ll let you…some other time.”

“Feeling a little desperate?”

“Hard as a post, as if you couldn’t tell.”

She chuckled, then dropped her hand between her legs to trail her fingers over the root of his cock and lower, to scratch gently at his balls.

His growl vibrated against her back, and she rubbed against him, sliding on his damp skin. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

“Bet you have.”

“Daniel liked to play, loved sex. After a hard day’s work, he’d drag through dinner, take a shower, then settle down to sleep. I’d let him nap, then I’d sink under the covers…”

His long, indrawn breath said she had his full attention—or maybe it was the fact she was tugging his balls now. “What would you do?” he whispered.

“I think you know. He taught me how he liked it—no teasing, just straight down the throat, deep as I would let him push.” She turned her head. “Does it bother you, me talking about him?”

“I’m grateful. I want to know what it is was like. He was part of your life. Those memories are part of you.”

“We knew each other since we were kids. I never thought he wouldn’t be here beside me all my days.”

“No one’s said,” he whispered. “How’d he die?”

She rested the back of her head against his shoulder and stared at the ceiling, thinking it was damn strange she wanted to have this conversation about her husband when Lonny’s dick was six inches deep. “His horse spooked. It reared up, then fell back, crushing him. He was a damn good cowboy, had been riding since he could walk. I don’t know why he didn’t kick free in time.”

“Happens,” he said, smoothing his hands over her belly.

“I was numb for a long time. Drew took over the reins. I was happy to let him, because all I wanted to do for months was sleep. Then one day I woke up, put on my boots and headed to the barn. Work gave me purpose, and I thought it would be enough. It was for a while.” She fell silent, not wanting to think about how numb she’d been when she felt so alive now.

Lonny rubbed his whiskered cheek against hers. “And you and Drew?”

“We were both grieving. Sometimes he’d look at me, see something in my face and know I needed to be held. There’s something about being in a strong man’s arms…” She drew a deep breath. “He wanted to take care of me. Felt it was his duty. He and Daniel had plans, and Drew followed through on every one of them. Except for the horses. He doesn’t have the gift for training cutting horses that Daniel did.”

“Sounds like you were lucky to have Drew here.”

Charli took a deep breath. “He’s not the one who pushed for more, you know. I invited him into my bed. I was missing…this. But it was so damn awkward. Things I didn’t have to tell Daniel, I begged Drew to do. I think he didn’t want to overstep. Didn’t want to shock me.”

“You didn’t want to have to ask. You wanted him to take charge.”

How did he know? “Yes,” she said, her voice quavering.

“You still want the man in your bed to be in charge.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Oh, baby.” His mouth followed the edge of her jaw, and she turned her head, opening to accept the lazy mating of lips and tongue. “I have so many things I’ve dreamed of doing with you. Ways I want to take you.” His hands slid up her stomach and cupped her breasts. His fingers splayed, then dug in, leaving her nipples pinched between his fingers. The pressure was delicious.

Charli rubbed her head on his shoulder, savoring the buildup. “Why’re you here, Lone Wyatt?” she asked, her voice a moan. “Don’t you have some girl pining for you back home?”

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