Two Wild for Teacher: Lone Star Lovers, Book 6 (8 page)

Jason swallowed, his jaw tightened. “I’ll be the best I know how.”

She studied his expression, the fear in his eyes. “You’ve had Sam Logan to show you how. That’s good enough for me.” Then she sighed sleepily. “I want lots and lots of children.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sam Logan tiptoed down the hallway toward the front porch, a smile on his lips and tears burning his eyes.

When he eased onto the top step he glanced toward the sky. “Looks like I’m done, Gracie.”

“Like hell,” came a quiet voice in the darkness.

He glanced to the side to find his oldest son, Johnny, leaning on the railing. He was shirtless, barefoot, his long, thick black hair sticking to sweat on his chest. “Why aren’t you inside with your pretty wife?”

Johnny shrugged. “Ellie asked for some alone time with Killian. She thinks he doesn’t believe she loves him. She said she’s gonna prove otherwise.”

Sam grunted. “You coulda headed to one of the spare rooms.”

“Too damn noisy,” Johnny said, a faint glint of humor flashing in his black eyes.

“Now, that’s a fact.”

“Ellie’s pregnant, Sam.”

Sam’s chest expanded, his heart quickening with a happiness so raw he started to shake.

“Grandkids are gonna need you.” Johnny pushed away from the rail and walked into the house.

Sam understood the message. Johnny was a man of few words, but the ones he chose got straight to the point.

Sam gazed heavenward again. Sad, but smiling. “Sweetheart, we’re gonna have to build a bigger house.”

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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Lone Heart

© 2012 Delilah Devlin

A
Red Hot Weekend
Story

Lone Wyatt is a long way from his Colorado home. After his brother married the woman they both loved, he figured it’d be best if he was out of the way. He’d like to have his own one-and-only, but he’s in no rush. Until he saunters into a small Oklahoma town and spots Charli Kudrow. One wary glance from her haunted eyes, and he knows there’s hidden fire inside her just waiting to erupt. And he’s ready to tear through every objection she can think up.

Charli intends to slip out of Shooters unnoticed as soon as she’s done pinning a help wanted notice to the bulletin board. But there’s a cowboy at the bar with a killer smile who seems hell-bent on seducing her. And she feels something she hasn’t felt in five long years of widowhood—a spark of attraction. Thinking she’ll never see him again, she succumbs to temptation, only to discover that little “spark” is more like a raging wildfire.

One weekend is all he asks. One weekend to prove there’s more between them than just blazing hot sex…

Warning: Sometimes, love happens in an instant, but it takes a lot of sexin’ up to make one stubborn woman a believer.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Lone Heart:

She dug into her pocket for her truck keys and didn’t look back to see if the cowboy followed. She knew her place. It was back at the Lucky K. Not mooning over a younger man.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Did I scare you off?”

Her head whipped up, her gaze landing on the young cowboy.

He stood beside her truck, his gaze shadowed beneath his hat. “I’d like to buy you a drink. Get to know you.”

“I can’t stay,” she blurted. “I’ve got someplace to be.”

He nodded, then sighed. “Do I make you nervous?”

She forced a laugh—and told a lie. “No. But I’m late.”

“Yeah. I can see that. Can I buy you a drink some other time?”

Why was he so insistent? “Look, it was just a dance. And it was nice.”

“Nice? Huh.” His lips twisted, then settled into a slight smile. “I made you nervous. Made you want something more than you were prepared to give. I apologize.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m not anything other than late.”

He stepped closer, and her heartbeat thudded. The parking lot was dark—not that she was frightened of him—but the closer he came, the more her body responded. She held up her hands. “What are you doing?”

“I think I’m gonna kiss you.” His gaze dropped to her mouth.

“Why?”

His shrug was casual, but the set of his chin wasn’t. “Why not? You want it. So do I.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then why’d you just lick your lips?”

“Wha—” Good lord, she had.

“Just a kiss,” he said, close enough now she had to lift her chin to meet his gaze.

Damn, she’d forgotten how to breathe. “If I give you that kiss, will you let me go?”

“Negotiating with me now?” He tipped back his hat and a grin stretched slowly across his mouth. “What if you don’t want me to let you go when I’m done?”

Charli shook her head, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of her lips. She realized with a start she was flirting—something she hadn’t done in years. “Are you always this stubborn when a girl turns you down?” she asked, letting a teasing note seep into her breathless whisper.

“Have you? Turned me down, that is?” His hands rose and gripped the corners of her hips. He pressed her back against the cooling metal of her truck. When his head lowered, his hat blocked the light from the moon and distant lamppost, shuttering them in darkness.

His mouth was firm and soft, sweet and spicy. His tongue prodded the seam where her lips pressed together. She wanted to remain strong, but the thought of this handsome younger man and all that firm muscle pressed up against her made her yearn for things she had no business wanting.

She opened, moaning as his tongue swept inside her mouth.
I can do this. Keep it light. Dammit, Charli, keep it light.

Her hand slid across the top of his shoulder; her fingers snuck beneath his hat to pull his hair. And just that quickly, the sweet, sexy tenor of the kiss changed.

Lonny groaned into her mouth.

Her thighs opened, and he slid his between them, resuming the grinding pressure that had broken through her walls while they’d danced.

When his hand palmed her breast, she laughed against his mouth. She was as horny as a teenager, uncaring who saw them standing like this.

I should stop him now. I should. Oh God, I should…

His hand slid down her belly and slipped open her belt, unbuttoning her jeans, and then his fingers were gliding down the front of her panties. They cupped her mound.

Shocked, she grabbed his wrist to stop him and drew her head back. “That’s…far enough.”

He held still, his hand warming her sex. “Sorry, I pushed.” But he didn’t withdraw, just stood there, his breaths coming fast.

“Your hand…”

“Likes where it is.”

A snort of laughter broke the tension inside her. “Seems we’re at an impasse, cowboy.”

“Let me pleasure you.”

Her breath caught at the slight movement of one of his fingers as it delved into the top of her folds. Without consciously agreeing, she widened her thighs again, making room for him.

Her head fell back against warm metal. “Don’t think I’ll let you do more.”

“I’m not asking for anything in return. Just relax.”

With the stars blanketing the sky behind him, she relented, closing her mind to all her worries, to her embarrassment. His finger teased moisture from her folds and swirled atop her clit. The contrast between his calloused pad and soft, measured motions drew a sigh.

“You’re prettier than you know,” he whispered, leaning a shoulder against the truck to block the view of what he was doing should anyone exit the bar.

She had a hard time forming words to deny his claim. At this moment, she did indeed feel pretty, wholly feminine, as he plied her hardening knot with ever-firming caresses. “I’m older than you.”

“I noticed.”

“Not nice.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Because you don’t have to worry about me thinking there’s more to this?”

He nipped her nose and then her bottom lip. “I like a smart woman, one with experience. I’m not always the smartest guy.”

“You want some woman to take care of you?”

“Same as I’d take care of her. Aren’t I takin’ care of you now?”

She smiled, but his finger pressed hard. Her lips puckered around a sharper breath.

“That too much?”

She shook her head. “More,” she whispered.

When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!

Carnal Compromise

© 2011 Robin L. Rotham

Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.

Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.

AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.

Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.

Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Carnal Compromise:

“She’s giving me that starved puppy look again.”

Joe’s murmur made Brent look up from his laptop. They sat across from each other at the dinette, and if his back weren’t to AJ, he might have checked her out covertly. But he didn’t really need to—she’d directed a similar look his way several times in the last few weeks.

“Is that a problem?” he asked in a low voice. The RV wasn’t the best place for this conversation, especially with AJ sitting right behind them, but she had the TV turned up loud enough to drown them out.

Joe rubbed his knuckles on his unshaven cheek. “It might be if you don’t find someplace else for her to bunk.”

Brent studied the man who’d been his right hand and best friend for over six years. He’d never seen Joe this on edge. His jaw was tense, his blue eyes furtive, and his dark brown hair stood on end as if he’d been shoving his hands through it for the last hour while Brent was absorbed in his bookwork. When had he gone so salt-and-pepper? Even his moustache and beard stubble glinted with a considerable helping of silver.

Actually, it was kind of surprising that AJ would be so attracted to a man showing as much wear as Joe did. Big, gruff and work-hardened, he looked older than his forty-seven years. Her attraction to Brent made more sense—he was younger, fairly laid-back and had the kind of lean blond looks that had attracted a lot of ladies over the years.