A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3 (13 page)

Boots scuffed the floor behind him, and Craig’s grin widened. Billy didn’t have clue what he was walking into. But Craig did. And his chest expanded as he entered the room where all kinds of naughtiness were well underway.

Pansy had already stripped and stood flanked by Mondo and Beau. Marti was working hard at eating every last berry quivering atop Jenn’s laughing chest, while Jackson had her skirt flipped up and his hand between her legs. Ash was admiring the cross while Gus knelt beside her, a hand creeping up her slender leg.

Craig halted and Billy plowed into him.

“Pardon me,” Billy said, his voice sounding like he was strangling.

Craig shot him a glance but chuckled when he saw the Swede’s gaze land on everyone and the equipment, then find the table where Jenn lay with her head to the side, watching the two men with a silly grin on her face.

He clapped a hand on Billy’s shoulder and pushed him forward. “Bon appétit!”

Billy took a step and then dug in his heels. He turned his head to Craig, but his gaze crept no lower than Craig’s smiling face. “You cops do this much?”

“Afraid you wear the wrong uniform?”

Billy shook his head. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Naw. But I sure like the way you throw parties.” He walked to the table. His hand hovered over a tomato before quickly scooping one up and dipping it in the cheesy dip. “Thanks, Jenn.”

“No problem,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Try the carrots.”

Billy’s shoulders began to shake. “Aiden know how lucky he is?”

Craig helped himself to a carrot, but only after he’d given her clit a little tap. “We all know how lucky we are.”

Aiden stepped between the two men and slung his arms over both their shoulders. “You said you wanted an explanation…” he said, turning his face toward Billy. “Time for Show and Tell.”

Aiden turned and gave Craig a kiss. “Later.”

“Promises, promises,” Jenn quipped.

Aiden let go of Craig and reached down to stick a finger into her cheese dip. “Patience has its rewards.”

Jenn puckered her lips and blew him a kiss as he walked away with Billy.

Craig set his hip against the table and folded his arms over his chest, his gaze going to Jackson, whose hand delivered a slap to Marti’s bare bottom.

“Happy?” Jenn asked, drawing his gaze.

Craig sighed. “Happier than I thought possible.” He bent and kissed her mouth, touching his tongue to hers before straightening again. His glance searched the room and found Aiden and Billy standing beside the cross while Ash buckled the restraints around Gus’s wrists.

Only Aiden wasn’t watching the couple at all. His dark gaze was watching him and Jenn. As it should. Craig smiled. Aiden gave him a wink.

“Think maybe everyone’s finished eating?”

Her question, delivered in a slightly breathy voice, had his smile stretching once more. He did a lot of that lately. “Baby, mind if I munch a while?”

Her peal of laughter drew amused glances.

“Besides, Marti hasn’t found the cherry.”

Marti’s glazed glance rose. Her upper lip sported a whipped-cream mustache. “There’s a cherry?”

Craig and Jackson shared masculine grins.

Jackson bent over her back and kissed her cheek. “Baby, don’t you know there’s always a cherry?”

Craig gave Jenn’s hand a squeeze and she groaned. “Don’t take too much time guessing where.”

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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Lone Star Lovers

Unbridled

Unforgiven

Four Sworn

Breaking Leather

A Four-Gone Conclusion

Delta Heat

Five Ways ’Til Sunday

Fournicopia

The TripleHorn Brand

Laying Down the Law

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.

Seeking sanctuary could be the hottest mistake she ever made.

Laying Down the Law

© 2012 Delilah Devlin

The TripleHorn Brand, Book 1

A lifetime ago, Zuri Prescott kicked the dirt off her boots and ditched her small-time small town for the glam city life—and lived to regret it. When she’s framed for a bank job, she lights out for home, seeking refuge with her old high school sweetheart while she figures out her next steps. Only she discovers that the boy she left behind is the last man she should trust.

Sheriff Colt Triplehorn knows trouble when he sees it, especially when it comes in the form of a familiar trespasser, caught naked between an angry bull and her underwear. Sure she’s up to her usual no good, he grants her sanctuary at his ranch—the better to keep an eye on her, and purge her from his system once and for all.
 

Reconnection is sweet and hot, but the heat can’t hide the truth. When Colt inevitably finds out the truth, it’s too late to put the fire out, and he’s got a career-compromising choice on his hands. Follow the letter of the law, or follow his heart.

Warning: When a sheriff captures the girl who got away, expect revenge so hot it leaves brands on two lonely hearts...

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Laying Down the Law:

Zuri bit back a complaint, wishing he’d quit hovering because he was keeping her on edge. But when he didn’t budge, she dragged her feet to the bed, scooped up the wash-softened cotton and turned toward the bathroom.

“Uh uh,” he said, tsking softly. “My house. My clothes.
My rules
.”

She glanced over her shoulder, not knowing if she’d heard him right, but that same hard challenge he’d issued when he’d demanded the kiss was stamped all over his granite features.

She knew she ought to ignore him and lock herself into the bathroom to dress and gather her scattered wits, but the underlying tension riding the edge of his jaw excited her.

Colt had never been this dominating…except when they had sex. She’d loved it then. Her body seemed to crave it now. Heat bloomed again, winding around her core. A delicious little thrill accelerated her heartbeats.

Without a saying a word, she walked back to the bed and tossed down the clothing. Then keeping her gaze glued to his, she slowly untied the belt and let the robe fall open. With a sexy shrug, she let it slide off her shoulders and pool behind her on the floor.

Colt blinked first. His gaze trailed downward. His throat worked around a tense swallow, and Zuri couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. He might think he was in charge, but she knew better. Colt liked what he saw.

His quickening breaths were the first clue. The curving of his fists the second. When he opened his stance, just a few inches, she nearly crowed.