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  “Serves me right,” Bo groused. “I shoulda left her at home.”

  “Like I was gonna let you,” Shanna said, coughing. “Most excitin’ thing to happen in Two Mule—”

  “I thought Dani Cruz’s marriage was that.”

  “Guess there’s more happenin’ in our little town than I ever knew.”

  “Still happy you decided to stay?” Ezra asked Shanna, trying to keep his mind on the conversation, just to aggravate Chrissi, whose legs were tightening and whose fingers were twisting in his chest hair.

  “I can’t imagine a life now without Bo in it.”

  Bo’s expression was taut, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

  Ezra smiled. He knew the feeling. He turned his attention back to the woman who was rubbing her back like a cat against Josh’s chest.

  Chrissi wrinkled her nose at him. “Well, you weren’t payin’ me any attention.”

  “You need to learn a little discipline.”

  “You can teach me some—after you let me come.”

  Ezra lifted his chin to Josh. “Think we can take the starch out of her tone?”

  “If you’re not squeamish.”

  Ezra grunted. Then he wrapped his arms tight around Chrissi to hold her still.

  Chrissi kept her gaze locked with his, but her mouth dropped open.

  Ezra felt the nudge of Josh’s cock. He raised Chrissi enough so that only the crown of his remained inside her.

  Josh’s cock aligned with his, and he pushed. Together they crammed upward.

  “Sweet Jesus,” Chrissi said, her eyes widening in alarm. “That’s not gonna work.”

  “Have a little faith,” Josh murmured beside her ear. “Relax, sweetheart. You owe me for those pretty red toes.”

  Ezra held still and let Josh take her hips and move her in short, grinding pulses up and down.

  Chrissi reached one hand behind her and sank her fingers in Josh’s hair.

  Ezra palmed a breast and squeezed the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger.

  Her face screwed up in sexy anguish, a slow mewling whimper broke. “Move! Move now.”

  Water churned as he and Josh began to stroke, bouncing her on their cocks in short strokes. Chrissi flung back her head and screamed.

  “Damn.”

  Breathing hard, Ezra turned his head, to find Shanna’s avid stare trained on them.

  “Wondered what it looked like. Damn.”

  But he couldn’t have cared less that they were the center of attention. His balls were cramping, ready to burst.

  Josh let out a deep groan, pumped her twice more up and down their cocks, then sank his face into the corner of her shoulder.

  Ezra gave him a few moments to recoup. When Josh pulled away, Ezra walked to the steps with Chrissi held tightly against his chest. At the first chaise, he laid her back, braced his arms on either side of her and began to thrust—hard strokes, gliding faster, and faster. Her legs crept up, and he paused to settle them over his shoulders and then he hammered her again. When her eyes squeezed shut and her body bucked against his, he let go.

  When he came back down, it was to Chrissi’s hands smoothing over his chest, his shoulders. Her mouth peppering his face with kisses. He slumped over her, then crawled fully onto the lounger and didn’t move.

  The sexy convulsions caressing his shaft waned. Chrissi sighed beneath him, and snuggled her face against his neck. “I like this part too,” she whispered.

  “You’re not goin’ back to town tonight.”

  “No. I’m stayin’ right where I belong.”

  Ezra kissed her, putting all of himself into the kiss—all his hopes and desires.

  When he pulled back, she gave him a sleepy smile. “I can’t believe I’m here. That I’m this happy.”

  “You won’t want for a thing, darlin’. Not ever.”

  “I believe you. And I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t be. Took us a while to get here is all.”

  His cock slid from inside her, and he rolled to his side, coming up on an elbow to look around the patio. Bo finally had Shanna’s full attention. And by the froth the two were stirring in the water, they’d be done in just a few moments. Josh lay on his belly on a towel beside the pool, his head cradled on his arms. Cade met his glance when he finally got to him.

  Cade gave him a little satisfied nod. “Not too shabby, bro.”

  Whether it was praise for his performance or for the fact they’d really done it, lassoed Chrissi for good, he didn’t know. But he smiled. He didn’t doubt there’d still be adjustments to be made. Trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements, how they’d share her, but he had no doubts they’d work it out.

  If Cade and Josh felt even a fraction of the joy that he did, they’d make it.

  Chrissi stirred, turning to spoon against him. “Think we could have sleepovers?”

  Cade’s laughter rang out, and Ezra grinned, then lifted a hand to smack Chrissi’s thigh. “Only if you’re very, very good.”

  Chrissi smiled across at Cade, sharing her pleasure. Cade’s gaze warmed, his mouth eased into a one-sided grin. He hadn’t been part of the shenangigans in the pool, but he’d liked watching. She could tell. She’d have to dream up more opportunities to take care of that proclivity. Maybe she could cajole Shanna into something wicked another time.

  For now, he’d have to be content knowing he’d have her complete attention later when he took her to the room.

  With Ezra cupping a breast, his skin and the sun warming her through and through, she couldn’t imagine a more perfect day. What had been dirty and sordid had been repainted with all the colors of her passions. And deep inside, she didn’t harbor a single doubt that this would work for all of them. That feeling of inevitability was stronger than ever.

  “Happy?” Ezra murmured in her ear.

  “Yes.” She didn’t need to say anything more.

  His hand squeezed her again, then smoothed over her hip. “I love you. We all love you.”

  “I know.”

  He pinched her nipple and she grinned over at Cade. “I love you all too. But you already knew that.”

  Cade gave her a waggle of his eyebrows. “How those boots fittin’ now, Ezra?”

  Ezra grunted behind her. “Those boots are feelin’ just fine.”

  Chrissi shook her head, wondering what the heck Cade thought was so damn funny, but she let them have their little joke. Probably at her expense. “Think Macy will be surprised?”

  “Not a bit. Josh told her you wouldn’t be comin’ back.”

  Chrissi huffed. “You were sure of yourselves.”

  “You can’t fight somethin’ this strong.”

  “Don’t think I’ll always be this easy.”

  “Baby, told you before. I like you sassy.”

  “Better hold on tight. Because I have years of sass stored up just for you.”

  His hand smoothed down her belly and slid between her thighs. The caress he gave her made her moan. “So do we, babe. So do we.”

  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.

  To learn more about Delilah Devlin, please visit www.delilahdevlin.com. Send an email to [email protected] or join her Yahoo! group to enter in the fun with other readers as well as Delilah: [email protected]

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  Stone’s Embrace

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  Lone Star Lovers

  Unbridled

  Unforgiven

  Four Sworn

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  Cowboy Fever

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  There’s a wild child trapped inside her, and they’re hell-bent on unleashing it…

  Four Sworn

  © 2010 Delilah Devlin

  Lone Star Lovers, Book 3

  As the pretty daughter of the town whore, Shanna Davies has always tried hard to toe the line. But she just can’t help it. Her boyfriend, Bo Crenshaw, has lured her untamed spirit out to play once too often. It’s time to get the hell out of Dodge and make a new start where no one knows her past. After she fulfills one last, wicked fantasy.

  Shanna is Bo’s first everything. First kiss, first sexual playmate, first love. Yet he’s never managed to convince her that he accepts her—good girl and bad—just as she is. So, she wants a memorable send off? No problem. He’ll give her one that’ll make her think twice about leaving.

  On the appointed night, Shanna expects nerves. Yet once she crosses the threshold, the prospect of surrendering to a night of unrestrained passion with Bo and the three Kinzie brothers makes her mouth water—and her courage dry up.

  But she asked for it, and now she’s not about to blink first in this game of sexual chicken…

  Warning: Four lusty cowboys prove a little domination goes a long way in breaking a stubborn woman to saddle. Lots of spanking, binding, flogging, and double-dipping can keep a girl on her toes, her back, her belly, her knees…

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Four Sworn:

  Shanna reached up and kissed him then dropped her head back.

  Bo was so handsome it broke her heart to look at him. Brown hair, green eyes, a lean, muscled frame were only the start of what she liked about him. His sharp-edged face, square jaw and the way he looked right into her eyes when he talked to her, never failed to make her melt.

  He was the best friend she’d ever had. Knew every one of her dirty little secrets, but he’d never judged her. Never looked down on her. And she knew he’d be more than willing to take on all her problems on a permanent basis because he thought he was in love with her.

  But she couldn’t do it to him. He deserved better than getting smeared with the likes of Camilla Davies’ daughter. Which was why she’d never let him park his truck outside the tidy little house her grandma had left to her when she moved to the retirement home.

  “Blood will out.” Or so Gran had always said, shaking her head mournfully whenever Shanna colored outside the lines. And hadn’t the old woman been right, after all? Just look at what she’d asked Bo to do for her.

  A coyote howled in the distance, bringing her back. The ridges in the truck bed were digging into her spine, but she didn’t want to be the first to push away. She wiggled her butt to realign with the ridges.

  Bo lifted his head from her shoulder. “I’m crushin’ you.”

  “No you aren’t,” she said, but she lowered her legs from his waist and let him slide to the side of her body. Shanna stuck an arm under her head and gazed at the stars glittering against the dark sky. “This was a great idea,” she said softly. “You always know the perfect place.”

  Bo rolled to his back. “It’s the middle of the football field. Better hope we don’t get caught. There won’t be any hidin’ the tire tracks in the grass.” Bo laughed. “At least it’s better than the high school janitor’s closet.”

  She shoved her elbow in his side. “No one found us.”

  “We both smelled like bleach after we spilled the supply shelf.”

  “Good thing we were naked then because our clothes didn’t get ruined.”

  Smiling, Bo rubbed a lazy hand across his belly. “Have to say I was surprised you sought me out tonight.”

  “Just needed a partner to get out on the dance floor.”

  “That’s not what I meant. I’ve hardly seen you around town. Gran said you’ve been job-hunting, interviewing in Austin and Houston. You didn’t tell me. Thought you were avoidin’ me.”

  “I’ve been lookin’ for a job. Not that I have tons of options. Shoulda finished college when I had the chance.”

  “You hated school. Only reason you went to SMU in the first place was to get away from Two Mule. That why you’ve been job-huntin’ so far from home?”

  “Yeah. Thought it was about time to start the rest of my life. I can’t stay here forever.”

  He stayed silent so long, she wondered if he’d fallen asleep. She glanced over at him, only to discover his head was propped on his arm while he studied her face.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she said, pushing out her bottom lip.

  His eyebrows rose. “Like what?”

  “I don’t know. Like you think I’m a coward.”

  His eyebrows dropped. “I don’t think that at all.”

  Shanna scowled. “I’m not like you. I don’t come from a good family. Everywhere I go in Two Mule, someone whispers behind my back. They all wonder when I’ll prove I’m just like my mom.”

  “Your mom wasn’t a bad person. I liked her.”

  “Men liked her because most of ’em knew her in the biblical sense.”

  “That’s an exaggeration.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “She was a whore, Bo, with a string of sugar daddies.”

  Bo nodded, his expression thoughtful. “She had some issues, but she wasn’t a bad person. And you aren’t her.”

  “People won’t let me be someone other than Camilla Davies’ daughter. And look at me. Look at what I want. What does that say about me?”

  He rolled to his side and settled his head on his hand. “It just means you’re sexually curious. So am I. Does that make me a whore? Bet I’ve had more lovers than you.”

  Shanna met his gaze, hyper-aware of his broad chest and missing his weight pinning her to the truck bed. She wished she could cuddle against him and draw on his inner core of strength. “Why haven’t you settled down? You could find yourself a good woman.”

  His fingertip traced the length of her nose then tapped the end. “Because there’s only one you,” he said, smiling softly.

  She hoped that wasn’t true. She loved him. She knew he cared about her. But he shouldn’t be in love with her.

  She sat up and rubbed her arms. “I’m gettin’ a little cold.”

  “Coward. You brought the subject up.”

  “I’m not afraid of the ‘M’ word. But I’m a realist. I really, really can’t think of having a relationship until I’m far away from here.”

  His large hand cupped her thigh. “So you want me to arrange the ultimate farewell party?”

  She shot him a quick glance, worried about what he thought of her now. “Am I being wicked?”

  “Oh yeah.” He pushed up on his arms, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. “But I like your wicked, dirty little mind.”

  Her lips twitched and stretched into a smile, and she was glad that the darkness hid the heat creeping into her cheeks.

  Bo kissed her then backed away, keeping that talented mouth of his an inch from hers. “I’ll get you what you want, sweetheart. My gift to you. Think of it as a goin’-away present.”

  Love takes courage. Loving two men takes twice as much.

  The Boys Next Door

  © 2010 Sierra Dafoe

  At seventeen, Tommy Ambinder was Annie Parsons’ first love, the center of her world. Almost. There was a secret spot reserved for Judah, Tommy’s elder brother. On the day she discovered Judah wanted her, as well, the aftermath drove Annie out of town—and a wedge between the men she loved.

  Now, haunted by guilt, Annie has returned to Melgrove, Montana with one hope in her heart—that twenty years has overcome the rift between the Ambinder boys. If they’ve mended fences, maybe she can repair her own life too.

  Tommy’s missed Annie all
these years, but he never realized how much until one glimpse reignites the passion that time hasn’t quenched. Something else hasn’t changed, either—half of her heart still belongs to Judah.

  Now, with Annie poised to run again, history is threatening to repeat itself—unless one of them has the courage to break free of the pattern and blaze a new trail that’s wide enough for all three.

  Warning: This book contains all the volcanic intensity of first love, searing-hot sex scenes, and two brothers sharing the one woman they love!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for The Boys Next Door:

  Judah froze in shock as Annie buried her face against his chest, her arms wrapped around him so tight he could feel her heart thudding. “Oh God, Judah!” Tears were streaming down her face as she babbled, “I thought you were gone, I didn’t know what happened, the house was all empty and I didn’t know where you were!”

  She looked up at him finally, a frantic sort of happiness shining in her eyes. “How are you? How’s Tommy? Is he okay? God, I’ve missed you!”

  He wanted to shake her. He wanted to hit her, almost. For twenty years she’d been gone, vanished off the face of the earth, and now here she was smiling at him, telling him she’d missed him?

  How in twenty years could she have changed so little? She was still as impulsive, still as heedless of consequences, blissfully unaware of how her actions affected others.

  He wanted to kiss her so badly he almost couldn’t breathe.

  He held himself rigid, not returning her embrace. Uncertainty bloomed like a shadow in the hazel depths of her eyes, and she dropped her arms, looking away.

  Judah felt his heart lurch back into motion as her gaze released him, the sudden rush of blood making his head spin.

  Annie Parsons. If she’d changed at all in twenty years, he couldn’t see it. Oh sure, there were a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and the lustrous brown hair which her mother had always kept neatly trimmed now hung in a careless shag cut he wasn’t sure he liked. Unthinkingly, he started to reach out and brush the dust from her hair—then Judah stopped himself, fisting his hand at his side.