Breathless Temptation [Texas Stallions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

She smiled, knowing that he had taken his time with her, loving her body with the care of a man who cherished his woman. She wondered if they’d ever have a time to explore deeper, darker passions, discovering pleasures that would have her toes curling and her eyes rolling back into her head. A man like Clay Garrett had to have a sexually aggressive side, and she had to admit that she was eager to ignite those burning needs with him.

As she drifted into the depths of her memory, it wasn’t only Clay’s hands that explored her body but Hunter’s as well. Together, the three burned hotter than anything she’d ever imagined, touching, kissing, and loving each other. Harder and faster, her chest rose as the image of both men pleasuring her overpowered her mind, showing her exactly what two men could do to fire passions she’d long to experience.

A single tear fell from the corner of her eye. At that moment, she knew exactly what she had to do, and tonight at dinner she’d tell Clay and Hunter. She prayed they’d understand.

Never in her life had so many emotions churned deep in her soul. Without them, she feared her life would be over. She feared they would be risking everything, including their lives. The risk seemed too great. Soon, she would find out.

* * * *

Clay stalked into his home, and the moment his eyes found Delilah’s, he couldn’t help but smile. She looked radiant standing beside his sofa wearing a pale-pink spaghetti-strapped sundress. His eyes scanned over her lean, sculpted body. Her loosely flowing blonde hair surrounded her porcelain face, and the sundress clung to all the right curves of her body. White heels elongated her legs, giving more shape to her already sexy calves.

His mouth watered as he envisioned kissing from her delicate toes, up her shapely legs, spreading her divine thighs, and finally dining on the sweetness of her pussy. Damn, he wanted her, but any second Hunter would be stepping in behind him. Strangely, he almost didn’t care.

Within the depths of his mind, he was already making love to her, holding her close, and kissing her face and breasts as he explored her body more thoroughly than he had the night before. He was desperate to entice her with passions he’d been unable to share with her. Now, he wished he had. He prayed it wasn’t too late.

He approached her, cupping her face in his hands, and slowly stroked the soft skin of her cheeks with his thumbs. “You look absolutely beautiful, Delilah,” he said, in a tone so low and sensual he almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

Smiling softly, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Hunter entered behind him, blowing out a whistle as he glanced over at Delilah. “Wow,” he murmured. “Please tell me you dressed like that especially for me.” He nudged Clay in the ribs with his elbow. Immediately, he stepped away from her, allowing Hunter to stand beside him.

Her smile widened as her gaze fell over them. With an arched brow, she muttered, “I dressed like this for both of you.”

Clay swallowed the tightness in his throat, and his pulse pounded wildly in his veins. For a long, heated moment, all he could do was gaze at the woman who stirred so many appetizing thoughts within him.

Suddenly, his body felt too large and imposing. His clothing restricted his frame and practically suffocated him. His cock jumped, springing to life. If he wasn’t careful, he’d reveal his alarming affections by being unable to walk without a limp.

“I’ll be right back,” Clay announced. “I’m going to change out of my uniform.”

Departing from them in a few long strides, Clay closed the door to his bedroom and pressed his back against the cold wood. He rested his head against the door as he blew out a ragged breath. Staring at her gorgeous face and body had nearly caused him to self-combust. Surely, God had not placed this angel in his life for her to be ripped away the moment he realized he didn’t want to be without her.

His heart squeezed in his chest as sorrow and fear filled his belly. If she didn’t agree to stay with him, he didn’t think he’d have the will to love again. It had been so long since he’d allowed anyone to share a piece of his heart, and now that he had, he hoped it wasn’t for nothing.

Stalking into his closet, he decided on something comfortable for the evening. The night he had planned required something he wouldn’t mind getting dirty. He also didn’t want something that was too restrictive.

Slipping out of his uniform, he put on a pair of dark-blue jeans, sandy-brown boots, and a white collared shirt. Without hesitation, he moved into his bathroom, brushed his hair and teeth, and then took a long, intense look at himself. The confident man he knew himself to be stared back at him, and even though inside he had that same level of security, he couldn’t help but feel the flutter of nerves ravaging his belly. With so much at stake, he didn’t want to fuck this up.

As he returned to the living room, Hunter and Delilah sat huddled on the sofa together. Their voices were soft, but he could still hear their giggles and laughter. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Hunter was a charming man, and as much as he wanted Delilah all to himself, he knew she’d never be able to resist Hunter’s alluring presence. He wouldn’t beg her to choose him, but he would make every effort to show her that he was worthy of her love and trust.

Clearing his throat, Clay moved up to stand behind them and rested his hands on the backrest of the sofa. “I hope I’m not interrupting,” he teased with a warm smile.

Delilah inclined her head to look up at him, her eyes dancing from his freshly clothed body up to his heavy-lidded gaze. His eyes always felt heavy as he stared at her. The pull of passions that drenched his mind was never far when he looked at her.

“We’re just waiting on you,” she said, returning the warm smile.

Clay grabbed his keys off the table and said, “Well, then I suggest you two get up off the sofa and join me, so we can go and enjoy our evening.”

Turning for the door, he heard them both rise from the sofa and quickly follow after him. His chest filled with a deep inhale of air as the warmth of delight had him smiling. The proper arrangements had already been made for the night events, and he couldn’t wait another second to share all that he and Hunter had secured.

Tonight was the night that he would reveal everything to Delilah, and he prayed that she would be as receptive as Hunter had assured him she would be.

* * * *

Forty-five minutes later, ivory stone arches greeted them as they drove onto the long dirt road leading to the main house at Turtledove Ranch. Once the two-story ranch house was in sight, the driveway transitioned into solid, pristine white pavement. The lavish, rustic ranch was everything Delilah ever could have imagined and more.

As the three of them exited Clay’s truck, a rush of blood pounded in her ears as wild, thriving excitement washed over her. “Wow,” was all she could think to say.

The freshly white-painted house had a porch that started at the front door and seemed to circle all the way around to the back of the house. Trees with wide canopies lined the circle driveway, and in the center of the paved area sat a large white fountain, bubbling with vibrant blue water. Crisp green grass surrounded the house. The sight was simply breathtaking.

“Delilah, welcome to Turtledove Ranch,” Hunter said, with a showcase grin. “This is heaven on earth, and I bet it’s exactly what would tempt you into staying in our lovely, little town.”

She smiled shyly. “Sorry, Hunter, but it’s going to take a lot more than just a breathtaking ranch to keep my feet rooted. There are still so many other things I’ve got to consider before I allow myself to stay in one place.”

“You mean Warren?” Clay muttered in question.

She inclined her head in his direction, feeling the bitterness of his words slam into her. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Delilah, that man is behind bars,” Clay argued. “He’s not going to come after you. Not with us here to protect you.”

She sucked in a breath. “That’s what you think?” she asked. “I was a fool once before to think his threats were simply idle. I know what he’s capable of. He only cares about himself, and his mind is fixed on me like some deranged person. I wish things were different, but until I’m truly rid of Warren, I can’t put down roots for fear he’ll hurt anyone I care about.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “You really think he’ll come after you and the people you love?”

She put her hands on her hips. The pressure of having to get these two men to understand where she was coming from felt like an elephant sitting on her chest. “Didn’t you just go through this with Abby? Didn’t she have a strange stalker track her down? Is it really so hard to imagine Warren being that crazed?”

Hunter shook his head and admitted, “No, I guess not.”

Delilah smiled and shook off the worrisome thoughts. “Enough about him, let’s get to enjoying our night. What do you have planned for us, Clay?”

“I’ve got a basket full of goodies in the back just begging to be sampled,” he shared, reaching into the back of his truck to pull out a wicker basket and a blanket.

She arched a blonde brow. “Basket full of goodies, you say?”

Clay grinned. “Yep. All the wine you can drink and delicious food to eat while we sit under the stars.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Delilah replied.

Hunter stepped up and took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. “Should be, it was my idea, after all.”

Scowling, Clay asked, “Your idea?”

Hunter chuckled. “Okay, so it wasn’t all my idea.” He locked gazes with her and shrugged his shoulders. “Clay might’ve helped…a little.”

Clay huffed. “I did more than a little,” he said, closing the distance between them. He tenderly brushed the backs of his knuckles over her still-bruised cheek. She felt the warmth of his body seep into hers. Her skin tingled deliciously as he caressed her. His eyes darkened as he stared down at her. “I personally packed this scrumptious meal, and I did it without any influence from Hunter.”

“But,” Hunter said, raising his index finger as if to indicate his thought. “It was my idea to show you Turtledove Ranch, so I totally earned points for that, right?” He winked at her and she giggled.

“Well, I’m impressed by what you’ve both done,” she told them, her heart swelling with pride and passion.

Clay smiled. “Good, then maybe you’ll be really impressed with what I’ve got planned for us next.”

He reached down, took her free hand, and then slowly led her and Hunter toward the back of the house. They followed a paved trail from the rear porch until they reached the banks of a bubbling brook. Clay opened the blanket and sat the basket down on the far corner.

Clay waved his hand out over the blanket. “Have a seat,” he told her. She knew Hunter would also follow his instruction.

Delilah sat between the two men. She studied each item Clay pulled out of the wicker basket, a chilled bottle of wine, cubed cheeses and sliced meats, red and green sliced apples and grapes, as well as a loaf of fresh bread. The aroma of the bread was divine and suddenly had her belly growling.

“Ever had a picnic under the stars, Delilah?” Hunter asked as he poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her.

“No, I’m afraid I’ve never had the pleasure, until now.”

“Good,” Clay said, grinning. “I like that we’re your first.”

Delilah sipped her wine as her mind darted back to the night she’d slept with Clay and how sweet he had been as they’d made love. Then, she glanced over at Hunter, who was eyeing her with heated interest, and wondered if he was thinking about how incredible their afternoon had been in the barn. Here she was with the two men she’d been drawn to almost immediately. She considered that the fates had something special in store for her.

Why else had she been given a night like this?

The evening was perfect as she sat on the blanket under the stars. A slight breeze blew up from the south, and the company she kept couldn’t get any better. If she had plans of leaving town in the morning, she knew these two men wouldn’t make it easy on her. She already felt the pull of desires anchoring her to Temptation. She wished, more than anything, that Warren had never intervened in her life, but without him and his devious ways, she never would’ve made the drive to Texas.

In a way, she owed Warren for the chance meeting of both Clay and Hunter. Without his persistent interference in her life, she wouldn’t be having this quaint dinner under the vast Texas sky on a ranch that would’ve been perfect for her.

“You know, I’m not really as hungry for food as I am for a sexy sheriff and a cute-ass cowboy,” she said aloud, glancing from Clay to Hunter over the rim of her wineglass. The smile that pulled at her lips was too hard to hide.

Clay and Hunter both stared at her with their mouths wide open.

She felt the need to giggle as she watched their expressions change. The need for the men she loved was too much to resist. “I’m sorry. Did I say something that you weren’t hoping for? If that’s the case, I can always retract that comment.”

“No!” Clay and Hunter said in unison.

Delilah’s smile broadened, and she licked her lips. She waited for the first one to make a move. She had an idea who it might be, but the anticipation had her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wetter. Eager to be satisfied by her lovers, she practically ripped her own clothing off, but she didn’t. Instead, she waited, silently praying they wouldn’t take long.