Breathless Temptation [Texas Stallions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (16 page)

Guiding his dick to the entrance of her pussy, he pressed inside until he was balls deep. The surrender of her body was a magical burst that filled his soul. He’d told her he’d loved her, and now she welcomed his physical love. Nothing was better than feeling her body and knowing he possessed her heart and soul as well.

Rocking forward, he sank in and out of her body. Over and over again, he stroked his cock with her tight cunt, and the overpowering sensations had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Everything he had ever wanted he now had.

Compelled by desires he’d never imagined he would be commanded by, Delilah was heaven on earth, and he longed to spend eternity with her. His heart had never been so full. The power her touch gave him sent him flying into new heights. He knew at that moment, he’d be as willing to do anything to keep her safe and in his arms.

* * * *

As Delilah’s warm mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, Hunter felt his body explode with desire. Clay had placed her on all fours, and the first thing she did was taste him. She took him deep in her mouth and sucked him hard. He tilted his head back as she rode his cock with her loving mouth, licking and sucking him as if she had pleasured him a million times and knew exactly how he would like it.

He knew Clay was fucking her pussy, something he was desperate to do as well, but he couldn’t deny the longing he had for her to continue what she was doing. Having her lips caressing up and down on his cock, stroking him with such attention, was robbing him of breath. He considered himself a man who could hold his own for a long time, but with the tantalizing pressure she applied to base of his cock and balls, he was about to lose control.

“Delilah,” he gasped as the roar of pleasure stole away his will.

With a raging growl, he came hard and hot into her mouth. She drank him in and licked his shaft, seeming to savor every drop. His chest tightened as he glanced down to see her wicked gaze teasing him. Cupping her face, he smiled at her and knew he would reciprocate her good deed as soon as he could.

Then her eyes closed and a slow-building pant escaped her lips. Her cheeks flooded with color as Clay’s intensity grew harder and harder. Her body rocked as Clay drilled deep inside her. Hunter watched as she grew closer to finding her release.

Selfishly, he couldn’t wait to feel her body caressing his cock the same way it caressed Clay’s. He wanted to take her, have her as no other man had taken her. Then a thought crossed his mind, one that led to deeper and darker temptations.

Licking his lips, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I want to take your sweet little ass, Delilah.”

Her eyes flared open wide, and she gasped for air. With his thumbs he caressed her rosy cheeks, his cock springing back to life at the promise of taking her so provocatively. She swallowed hard, and he could see the tension in her face. Slowly, he kissed her lips, forcing the connection to awaken between them.

“I won’t hurt you, babe. I’ll only make you feel more pleasure then you ever have in your life,” Hunter whispered. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I promise.” For a moment she stared up at him. Her mouth was still open with the look of surprise and fear. He kissed her again, loving her mouth as he wanted to do with her pussy. “Let me show you all the pleasure we can have together…the three of us.”

Slowly, she nodded in agreement, and he knew he shouldn’t waste a moment. “Clay, let Delilah straddle you. I’m going to show her a few other things that we can do together.”

Clay arched a brow. His eyes narrowed and then widened in understanding. He then moved to lie on his back. Delilah quickly straddled him and slid down on his cock, riding him slow and easy. Hunter crawled up behind her, placing his cock between the cheeks of her ass, teasing her with the head of his cock.

Always the Boy Scout, he brought provisions and used the lubricant to prepare her ass for his cock. The cool liquid covered his dick and fingers, as well. With great precautions, he pressed his index finger against the tight rim of her asshole, pushing just enough. His finger slid inside, and he felt her body cringe at the foreign object.

“Kiss her, Clay,” Hunter demanded and the big guy did.

Again, Hunter inserted another finger, widening and preparing her rectum to take his cock inside her. The lubricant helped to ease the entrance of his fingers as he slowly fucked her ass. Her tight ring relaxed. Removing his fingers, he placed his cock at the opening of her asshole and gently pushed inside. Hunter heard her hiss as his cock slid into the depths of her body. Clay quickly claimed her lips, distracting her from the pain.

Hunter gave her a moment to grow accustomed to his shaft and the fullness she must be feeling with Clay’s cock still wedged inside her, as well. Delilah arched her back, causing his cock to sink just a little deeper. Slowly, he pulled back and sank deep again. Over and over again, he rode her body, his cock sinking inside her ass, while Clay fucked her cunt. The wild pants of pleasure he heard had his dick growing harder. How that was possible, he had no idea, but feeling her body tremble with desires had his balls tingling with the need for release.

“Oh, my God,” she called out, her face tilting up toward the heavens.

In a controlled rhythm, they rode each other. The euphoric feeling was almost too much. Gasping and panting, Delilah cried out, bucking back against Hunter as she came. Her body quivered around his cock.

Gripping her hips, he held her steady, sinking deep inside her as he came hard. Just as he found his own release, he heard Clay’s growl of satisfied pleasure. Temptations unbound and every desire fulfilled, Delilah lay flat on Clay’s chest as Hunter eased out of her and then rolled to the side to lie on his back. Delilah quickly shifted so that she lay half on Clay and half on Hunter.

“Wow,” she said breathlessly. “I had no idea.”

Clay wrapped his arm around her. “I told you that we would show you all the reasons you should stay with us.”

She glanced from Clay to Hunter. “Yes, but I honestly had no idea what that would be like.”

“So does this mean you’re going to stay with us?” Hunter asked.

* * * *

Delilah locked gazes with Hunter as a cold burst of air flowed over her body. She shivered as a sinking feeling filled her belly. She felt as if all the blood seemed to drain from her face as she glanced up and spotted Warren stalking toward them through the shadowy lands surrounding them. Screaming, she scurried back, her eyes fixed on the knife he wielded.

Grabbing hold of her discarded dress, she attempted to cover her body. Her heart raced with a burning intensity she’d never felt before. Pure horror drenched her mind, saturating her soul as she came to terms with the fact that Warren was there to kill them all.

Clay and Hunter had already grabbed their jeans and were yanking them on as Warren drew closer.

“Don’t stop fucking on my account,” Warren said with a snicker. “I truly hope you boys paid my little whore top dollar for all that she gave you.” He glared over at Hunter. “She actually let you sink your cock into her ass. That’s at least worth your life.”

Warren lunged forward and grazed Hunter’s arm with the knife, sending Hunter stumbling backward to avoid being struck again. Clay jumped forward, but Warren was prepared for him and flicked his wrist, catching Clay across the chest. Clay hissed as blood seeped from the cut.

Warren tsked under his tongue. “Don’t be a hero, Sheriff. If you don’t want to end things too early, that is.”

“Warren, you don’t have to do this,” Delilah said with an unsteady voice. Still sitting on the blanket, she clutched her dress to her chest.

Warren’s eyes widened with fury as he gazed down at her. “Shut up,” he spat as he reached down and slapped her face.

Clay and Hunter both stepped forward, but Warren was faster, moving as if he had anticipated their every movement. “Don’t!” he warned, flashing his knife in their direction.

Again, he reached down with his other hand and yanked Delilah up by her hair, hauling her up against him. He then maneuvered her within his arms and pressed the blade against her throat. “Right now, I don’t want to hear one word from your lips, bitch.” His hand glided from her neck and down her chest. He ripped the dress from her hands and tossed it to the ground. “Don’t block the view, darling. I’m sure the boys would love to gaze at your beauty one last time before they meet their maker.”

“Warren, what the hell are you doing?” Clay barked, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

The deep gash across Clay’s chest and the one over Hunter’s bicep had her eyes flooding with tears. She didn’t want the men she loved harmed by the man she feared. Warren was dangerous, she’d always known that, but now, she had the proof.

“What am I doing?” Warren repeated. “I’m taking what belongs to me, jackass.”

The knife bit into her neck as he drew her back against him, dragging her along as he stepped toward the back porch of the ranch house. Her foot slipped on the uneven ground, causing the blade to cut into her throat. Hissing at the pain, her hands sprung up to grip hold of his arm.

He froze, holding her closer. “Careful, precious, we don’t want you to mar that beautiful skin now, do we?” Warren nuzzled against her face, breathing in against her hair. “Your scent is intoxicating. I’ll never get enough of you.” He stuck his tongue out and grazed it over the side of her face, licking her cheek like an ice cream cone.

“Leave her alone,” Hunter roared, and his hands balled into fists.

Warren laughed hard. “Like you have a say in what I do, little boy. What are you, like twenty?” Hunter glared at Warren, his jaw twitching. “Well, isn’t that just lovely,” he teased. “My sweet, little stepsister has gone and found herself a little boy to fuck.”

Warren scanned his surroundings. “Where is the sheriff?”

Stepping from the shadows, Clay called out, “I’m right here.” He stood bare chested, shoeless, and his jeans were buttoned. “I didn’t see a point in running after you. Was I supposed to?” Delilah sucked in a breath, knowing that she and Hunter had distracted Warren enough to allow Clay a chance to slip away, but he hadn’t. He stayed for her. Her heart was torn at the notion that he could’ve escaped, but she was selfishly glad he hadn’t. Clay’s strength was all-consuming, and she needed that power he offered, more than ever.

Warren glared at Clay. “You think you’re a tough guy, don’t you?” He chuckled. “Well, at least you’ve got bigger balls than the young pup here.”

Clay placed his palm flat on Hunter’s chest, keeping him from charging at Warren. Most likely his actions had kept her alive. One aggressive movement from either of her lovers and Warren would surely slice her throat wide open.

Clay stalked closer to her, but Warren was quick to press the knife against her skin, halting the sheriff’s advancement once again. Clay slowly circled around them so his back was now facing away from the ranch house. The warm stickiness of her own blood ran down her neck. She shuddered, knowing that at any second he could end her life, tearing through her flesh like warm butter.

“What exactly do you want, Warren?” Clay barked.

“Isn’t it obvious, Sheriff? I want you and that boy dead, and I want Delilah to pay for forcing me to come to this godforsaken place.”

Delilah swallowed hard. “Warren, I’ll go with you, just don’t hurt them.”

He squeezed her, the air rasping from her throat. “When I want to hear you speak, I’ll give you permission,” Warren murmured with a fierce growl.

Clay asked, “Are you not afraid of spending the rest of your life in jail?”

Warren laughed. “Why would I be afraid?” He kissed Delilah’s neck. “After tonight there will be no witnesses to tie me here.” He glanced down at his watch. “In fact, my lawyer and I have already boarded our private jet and are on our way back to California.” He smiled against her cheek. Her mind raced back to all the times he’d covered his tracks before, fearing that he was about to do it again. “So there will be plenty of evidence to prove I was not here during your murders. Once I get Delilah away from here, I’ll get what I want from her, and you will both be nothing but a bad dream.”

Drawing what strength she could from Clay, she studied his every movement, losing herself in his fearless eyes and posture. She watched as his gaze shifted up above her head and then back to hers several times as if warning her that something was coming. Suddenly, she realized Hunter was not with them. Her heart beat fast and furious as she wondered what Clay and Hunter had planned.

Clay arched a dark brow and chuckled. “Warren, you’ve got a lot of issues,” there was a long pause, before he said, “but thankfully, we’ve got a cure for that.”

“Geronimo!” Hunter’s voice wailed loudly from behind her.

Delilah screamed as she hit the ground, unsure of what had occurred. Suddenly, a loud explosion of rapid fire ignited around her. Whirling from her chest to her side, she saw Warren’s body shuddering violently as if being struck by an invisible weapon.

Quickly, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Clay aiming his gun in Warren’s direction. The barrel smoked after the release of several shots. Even in the dusk light, she could see blood seeping through Warren’s once-bright-white shirt. His wide-opened eyes stared absently into the night sky. His lips were slightly parted with a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.