Raising Kane (35 page)

A gentle tug at her back caught her attention as the zipper of her dress fell in a whisper. The silky material teased and tantalized her skin on a path to pool at her feet until she wore nothing but stilettos, a strapless red bra and matching lacy panties that rode high on her hips. Delicious chills raced up her spine.

When he stepped back to assess her, a tremor of anticipation shook her. Standing in the middle of the room with a complete stranger staring at her, she felt exposed and wanton.

He jerked his hat off and tossed it upon the coffee table. “Damn, darlin’. You’re beautiful.” There was no hesitation as he removed his shirt to display a muscled chest and dusting of dark hair that swirled around his bellybutton before dipping low to disappear into his jeans.

Her pulse leaped. “You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy.” He was even better looking in full light.

Rich black hair cut short on the sides, but long on top to reveal natural waves that framed an almost square face with an obstinate jaw and eyes bluer than this morning’s Montana sky. Yet it was the sex appeal he exuded that made her heart race as if she’d run a hundred-yard dash. It had been way too long since she’d had a man. The thought of taking him to bed made her nipples grow taut and heat release between her thighs.

Unable to resist, she reached for his belt buckle and pulled him to her. “Show me more.” Her voice dropped an octave.

His eyes grew smoky with desire. “Yes, ma’am.” Taking her hand off him, he unfastened his buckle, button and zipper. She looked down to see his cock push against his skivvies. A dot of moisture on the white cloth gave her the incredible urge to taste him. Visions of her mouth wrapped around him, sucking until he burst, danced in her mind. Wings of arousal fluttered low in her belly.

Instead of revealing himself to her, he sat on the small loveseat and reached for a boot. With a tug he removed the shoe and sock, before reaching for the other. There was no hurry in his movements as he set his boots neatly to the side. The mischief on his handsome face told her he was teasing her, building the storm of need inside her that apparently glowed like a beacon.

Lord knows it was working.

She swallowed hard, waiting—wanting.

When he raised his hips and pushed his jeans and underwear down around his ankles, “Oh sweet Jesus” slipped from her mouth. Warmth rushed her face. Shamelessly she pinned her gaze on his rock-hard erection arching against his belly. He had to be eight, nine inches at least. He crammed his hand in his jeans pocket and extracted a condom before he tossed the pants aside.

Stella took several steps toward him and then stopped.

What a gorgeous specimen of masculinity. She had never seen anything like him in the throngs of New York.

He took a moment to sheathe himself before he spread his arms along the top of the couch. There was wicked playfulness in his expression. “Your turn.” His cock twitched invitingly.

A burning ache spread throughout her body. Without any hesitation she reached behind her and pinched the clasp of her bra. The scrap of lace fell upon the carpet. The coolness in the room washed over her nipples, creating a delightful sting as they tightened.

“Beautiful.” He lowered one arm, folding his fingers around his erection. Stella inhaled a shaky breath as his hand slid up and down, his hips rising to meet each thrust. “More, darlin’. I want to see all of you.”

Rubbery legs kept her standing as her palms smoothed down her body, igniting sparks of sensation against her skin. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she glided them lower, keeping her gaze on the firm pumping of JD’s hand.

Would he like her Brazilian wax, the landing strip designed into a downward arrow?

When the lacy material slipped over her hips, he released an animalistic growl that made her heart beat faster. Her hands shook as she dragged her panties down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles, leaving her standing in nothing but red stilettos.

His hand stilled. “Come here.” The thickness in his tone swept over her skin like a caress.

She stepped out of her panties, her heels silent against the carpet as she curved around the coffee table toward him. One knee on the couch, she spread her legs and straddled him. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she lowered her body. The moment his cock touched her sex, moisture anointed him. She stopped to enjoy the tingles rippling through her.

“Mmmm…” He ran a finger between her breasts, straight to the small line of pubic hair. “I like this.”

He fondled the arrow, tracing it several times before he dipped lower, skimming across her clit.

She flinched as thunderbolts shot upward from her core. “Oh.” The word burst upon a gasp.

He didn’t smile, but his eyes sparkled. “Wet. I like that in my woman.”

Stella couldn’t remember any man referring to her as “my woman”. It had a nice ring to it. She stared into his dreamy eyes and thought,
For tonight I am yours, cowboy
.

Tough…or tender? If she plays her cards right, she won’t have to choose.

Unbridled

© 2009 Delilah Devlin

Lone Star Lovers, Book 1

Dani Standifer arrives home at her West Texas family ranch a day early, ready to pick up where she left off with Rowe Ayers, her high school sweetheart. However, when she opens the door to their line-shack trysting place, it’s clear she waited a day too long. Rowe’s with someone else—another man.

And not just any other man—Justin Cruz, the bad boy with whom she shared one wild encounter, years ago.

Justin’s waited a long time for this moment. He knows his reputation, but since he seduced Rowe, he’s been a one-man cowboy—waiting for Dani to return and become the delicious fulfillment of his and Rowe’s needs. If she’s up to the challenge.

To her own surprise, Dani finds she’s more than ready to have both men in her life—as soon as she and Rowe teach Justin a lesson or two about love.

Their small town may not be ready for their kind of relationship. And Dani’s brother Cutter’s mile-deep grudge against Justin throws in a complication that could break the foundation the three of them have built…

Warning: Hold on for the rodeo of your life with rough ridin’ male-on-male action, blazing hot m/m/f
scenes, and melt-your-panties lovin’ as each of these sexy cowboys gives it the way they know best to turn
their woman inside out.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Unbridled:

“Jesus Christ.” Rowe bent to grab his blue jeans from the floor, then held them in front of his gleaming cock.

“A little late now,” Justin said. “I think she’s already jumped to the correct conclusion.”

Rowe’s fist clenched around his jeans, then he dropped them to the floor and straightened his shoulders. A look of resignation entered his face; a silent plea for understanding glittered in his pale eyes as he returned her stare.

“I didn't know you were gay,” Dani blurted out, ignoring Justin’s smirk.

Rowe’s crimson face tightened. “I'm…it's complicated.”

“You’re naked, obviously aroused. What could be more simple?” she asked, trying to gather anger around her, but mostly feeling confused. How could she not have known?

“She's got it
almost
right,” Justin murmured.

“Shut up,” Rowe bit out.

“Yeah, what'd I miss?” Dani snarled at Justin, hating him at this moment for rubbing her nose in her own naiveté.

“The fact I knew you were comin’,” he said, his voice dropping to a sexy purr. “This is your homecomin’ present, baby.”

“Justin, you bastard!” Rowe said heatedly.

The larger, more rugged man shrugged. “She needed to know. She has choices to make here.”

“I would have broken the news more gently.”

“Doesn't look like she needs you to sugarcoat it.” Justin’s gaze pinned her. “She's not exactly looking ready to bolt or puke. Fact is, the thought of it, of watching us, turns her on.”

“Does not,” Dani denied hotly, heat filling her face.

“Your nipples always poke holes in your shirt?”

“You're a jerk.” And yet, she barely resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. She tilted her chin in defiance while heat crept deeper into her cheeks. She met his narrowed gaze, while images flashed through her mind. Since she knew what both men looked like naked, she couldn’t help the raw, nasty pictures that flashed one after the other.

And yes, they aroused her.

“Prove me wrong,” Justin murmured. “Leave now.”

Dani shot Rowe a hot glare. “You gonna let him talk to me like that?”

Rowe’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t offer any response.

“He doesn't let me do anything,” Justin said slowly. “He obeys me. In all things—here, at least.

Rowan, your cock's flagging.” Justin’s gaze dropped, drawing all their glances to Rowe’s sex, which pulsed and lifted again.

Rowe groaned.

“Get it ready for me,” Justin growled.

Rowe’s eyes closed briefly, then a look Dani had never seen slid across Rowe’s face—something vulnerable and needy. “Justin, not now.”

“Not now, what?” Justin said, his voice dead even.

“Please,” Rowan whispered, his strong jaw flexing.

“Uh-unh.” Justin shook his head. “You've carried around this picture of your innocent little sweetheart for years. But I don't think you really know her at all.”

“And you think you do?” Dani bit out, hoping like hell the bastard wasn’t getting ready to drop the other shoe that she’d succumbed to his bad boy charm herself. Rowe didn’t deserve finding out that the two people he’d taken as lovers had a history of their own.

“The things you asked him to do, Dani,” Justin said, his tone dropping to a raspy rumble. “The sexy little spankings, the special bonds you left underneath the bed… It's not in him to do that to you, but he did because he cares.”

Dani’s jaw dropped and her embarrassment caused her to tremble. “Rowe, you told him about that?”

Again, a muscle flexed along Rowe’s square jaw. “I wasn’t gossiping. It just slipped out. He found your things and asked. He’s a friend.”

“Friend?” Justin straightened away from the doorframe. “I’m a little more than that, aren’t I? You don’t keep any secrets from me.”

But Rowe had kept one big goddamn secret from her. Dani’s shoulders slumped.

“Don’t take it so hard, Dani,” Justin said, all traces of mockery gone now. “He loves you…almost as much as he loves me. But every time he was with you, every time he spanked that pretty little ass of yours, he was denying his own nature. Rowe’s submissive. Just like you. He’s just finally figured out he’s not finicky about which gender offers him the kind of sex he craves.”

“How the hell did you figure that out?” she bit out. “I’ve known him all my life.”

“Because I watched him…with you. When you dared him into spanking you, he didn’t get off on the act. He only got hard when you told him what it did to you, what it made you feel.”

Her mouth suddenly went dry. The thought of Justin’s dark, hungry glance raking her body as he watched her with Rowe caused another distressing wash of arousal to dampen her panties. She licked her lips. “You watched us?”

“Sometimes,” he said softly. “You weren’t as careful as you thought. Had to run interference a time or two with your big brother.”

“Cutter knows?” she asked, her voice rising. “About Rowe and me?”

“He suspects. But he never got close enough to the cabin to ever know for sure. You have me to thank. And if I happened to catch a glimpse or two of your…sessions…well, I think I earned the right.”

“Pervert!”

“Who’s the pervert? Me for watching, or you for wanting his hands to leave your ass pink?” He lifted his chin toward Rowe. “Or him for needing the same damn thing from another man?”

“I don’t believe you. Not about Rowe. This…” she said, gazing at the mattress in the middle of the floor, “…is just him experimenting a little. But I’m back now.” Her gaze locked with Rowe’s, pleading with him. “It doesn’t mean anything. Not to us.”

Rowe’s glance fell away from hers, and her stomach dropped. What he had with Justin was important.

Special enough that he hadn’t bothered dressing because Justin didn’t want him to.

“Dani, I never wanted to hurt you.” Rowe’s tone was low, aching.

Like the lump filling the back of her throat.

“Tell yourself whatever lies you need to stay in happy land, Dani. But we’re about to get busy.” Justin opened his belt and stripped back one side then locked gazes with her. “Now's your chance. You can run out the door. You don't have to see anything that might
traumatize
you.”

Why was Justin being so cruel? He’d won. He didn’t have to rub her nose in this mess. “I'm not a scared little virgin,” she said, her voice shaking.

“But you're also not faithful to your boyfriend here either, are you?”

Dani stared at Justin’s hard face through shimmering tears. “Justin…don’t.”

“He can't fulfill you,” he said softly. “Not those dirty needs that keep you restless even after he’s fucked you.”

“Shut up,” she said, tears filling her eyes.

Justin pulled apart the snaps of his shirt, letting it fall open to expose the dark fur of his broad, muscular chest. Then he unsnapped the top button of his pants. “Last warning…”

She stood rooted, unable to move as he scraped his zipper down.

“Rowe, take out my dick,” he said, never looking away from her. “Now.”

“
Fuck.
” Rowe’s tone was agonized, but his cock bobbed eagerly between his legs. “Dani, get out.”

But she couldn’t. Part of her died a little in that moment. But another part, one only Justin had ever touched, caught fire.

“Rowe, don’t disappoint me,” Justin said, his gaze never leaving Dani’s.

Rowe’s naked feet dragged across the floor. His expression was taut, his cheeks a brighter red than they’d been moments ago.

Justin firmed his jaw. “Can't turn back now. She knows. Let her see what it's like. If she hates you afterward, she isn't worth cryin’ over.”

Dani narrowed her eyes, knowing he expected her to bolt. She braced apart her feet and lifted her chin higher, even while she questioned whether she really could do this—watch the only two men she’d ever known intimately have sex.