Breaking Leather: Lone Star Lovers, Book 4

by Delilah Devlin

  “Never. It was never like this,” she said on a choked sob. “Why does it matter?”

  “You were mine. You could have been ours.”

  “I walked away. And you took lovers.”

  He circled his hips, dragging his cock around and around inside her. “Not many—and only when I couldn’t stand it a day longer. I rubbed my fist raw before I sought any of ’em out.”

  Shifting her legs to ride higher on his waist, she tilted her pussy, trying to entice him to stop the teasing swirls. “I don’t believe you. Any ole whore would have done.”

  His scowl deepened. “Stop it. Don’t say that again.”

  “It’s true. You made me this way. Made it so I’m ruined for anyone else.”

  “Because I do it for you?”

  “Yes. Because you know exactly how to arouse me. Because you piss me off and walk away, and then I have to follow. I don’t like bein’ weak where you’re concerned, but I am.”

  Ezra pulled out then slowly slid inward again, so slow a scream was building in her throat.

  “What about my brothers?” he asked, his tone deepening. “What do they do for you?”

  She shook her head. Not wanting to go there. “I never would have thought about it,” she said past the lump building at the back of her throat. “Never would have looked twice. But you made me look—skinny-dippin’ at the river. You put the idea in my head. Lettin’ them hear us when we made love. Lettin’ them come into the bedroom when we were done, sweaty and spent and still as naked as the day we were born.”

  “It made you hot.”

  Chrissi snorted. “Hell, yeah. Made me think that maybe you intended somethin’ to happen.”

  “I didn’t intend anything to happen, Chrissi. I wanted you to have fun. To love being with me. I wanted you to feel free with me.”

  “But I got scared because I thought you were just playin’ with me. What man lets other men, even his own brothers, see his woman like that? So when you sent Josh or Cade to bring me to you, I didn’t think twice about responding to their flirting. It’s natural, you said. A man being aroused around a pretty woman.” She took a shaky breath. She’d already revealed so much. Why not tell him everything? “Well, I was aroused too, and surrounded by Kinzies. I knew exactly what every one of you looked like naked, and when they got hard in their jeans, I knew what that looked like too. So when they flirted …I gave it right back.”

  Ezra’s jaw eased. The cold blue of his gaze melted. “They thought it was just a game. A little competition to get under my skin, but Josh fell in love with you. Then Cade. They beat the crap out of me when you and I had a fight, because they didn’t think I deserved you. They said any man would be glad to have you.”

  “Well, I didn’t have them…not until you dared me into takin’ all three of you.”

  How come I’m not enough? Ezra had gritted out all those years ago.

  How’s a girl supposed to choose, when one brother’s prettier than the next? Inside, she’d begged silently, Tell me you love me.

  Chrissi fell back against the cushions, relieved to have everything off her chest, but just as confused as ever about where she stood with this enigmatic man.

  “So much time’s passed,” Ezra said, still braced above her, still sunk deep inside her body. “But I still think about us. Still miss havin’ you around.”

  She gave up trying to still the tremor of her lips and chin. “I don’t know what you expect from this weekend,” she said, her voice thick from unshed tears.

  He leaned down, forcing her knees higher, tilting her pelvis and delving deeper. With his mouth hovering over hers, he said, “I expect more of what you gave us that night. More of what it should have been.”

  She licked her lips. “Why? Is this your ultimate fantasy? The three of you sharin’ a woman?”

  “We’ve had that. You really think you were the only one?”

  “Bastard.”

  “We were just practicin’, sweetheart—makin’ sure it was as good as we remembered. Makin’ sure we remembered how.”

  “And was it good?”

  “She wasn’t you, but it was sweet. When we had her, there wasn’t any tension between us. We functioned like a team. Like brothers.”

  “It’s wrong, Ezra.”

  “You ready to choose one of us? To say you don’t still desire all three of us? Can you say truthfully that you aren’t dyin’ to know what we have in store for you?”

  Chrissi shook her head, but she was lying to herself. As always, Ezra Kinzie had her number. “I hate you…but I’ll do this. I’ll be with you and your brothers. But come Sunday, I’m out of all your lives for good, and you’ll stop stalkin’ me.”

  His dark brow arched. “You think we stalked you?”

  “You checked up on me. Drivin’ by the house…”

  He grunted. “To make sure you were safe.”

  “Givin’ the stink-eye to men when they asked me to dance at Shooters…”

  “Because they wanted only one thing from you. You’re better than that.”

  Blood suffused her face, heating it, making her head feel ready to explode. “You only want one thing,” she railed, smacking his shoulders with her hands. “I’m a whore. I fucked all of you and gloried in it. Anyone could have seen us, and I’d have been ruined.”

  Ezra’s jaw hardened, and he grabbed her wrists to stop her. “We didn’t plan it that way. It just happened. But we were careful to make sure no one knew.”

  “Bo Crenshaw knew. He kissed me.”

  “Only because you were still being a smartass, liftin’ that chin. You dared me into havin’ him do it.”

  “But you sent him to keep watch. With his back to us. He heard everything.”

  “He wasn’t into you, sweetheart. He’s had his eye on another girl since they were kids.”

  “Would you have let him have me if he had been…into me?”

  Ezra’s jaw ground shut.

  “Did that question confuse you, cowboy? Would you have let him have me too?”

  “It wouldn’t have mattered,” he muttered, letting go of her hands and thrusting his arms under her thighs again.

  “Why?” she asked, rising on her elbows. “Because I’m just some who—”

  “I told you not to say that word again.” He pulled back and lunged his hips forward, harshly, driving the breath from her in a sharp gust. Then he continued to pound fast, building friction, the tension in his body bulking out his shoulders and arms.

  Chrissi fell back and gripped the sides of the chaise for dear life. She’d struck a nerve. He was angry. Not that she minded, because now he was mad enough to forget about punishing or interrogating her.

  It was all about his dick now, and he wasn’t stopping. Not for her, not for anyone.

  With her knees drawn high, her chest restricted, she panted like a dog, unable to move. But he was stroking the right spots. Grazing her giddy-up spot, scraping her clit.

  Soon, she was thrashing her head, murmuring, pleading—that he not stop, that it was too much…that she was going to explode…

  And then she did, her body bucking beneath him as he hammered harder, his face an alarming shade of red, his lips peeled away from this teeth.

  God, he looked feral, primitive—everything she’d loved most about fucking him.

  “Yes, yes… Oh fuck!” She came—lights exploding behind her eyelids, her body racked with shudders, her pussy convulsing, squeezing hard around him.

  He slowed. His mouth opened around a deep groan. He moved once, twice more, then pushed himself deep and held. With the first spurt of hot come, he shouted and pounded in short, spasmodic jerks, shoving the chaise with the strength of his uneven thrusts. Finally, he slowed and collapsed over her, his weight squeezing the breath out of her.

  When he slipped his arms from under her knees, she wrapped herself tightly around him and buried her head against his neck.

  “You cryin’, sweetheart?”

  A silent sob rack
ed her and she nuzzled closer. “I won’t ever cry over you, Ezra Kinzie. Not ever again.”

  Chapter Four

  Chrissi groaned and slid her legs along Ezra’s, resettling her head against his shoulder. He held her against his side, a hand smoothing up and down her upper arm while a breeze licked the sweat off their skin.

  They hadn’t spoken since she’d broken down. She didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t say precisely why she’d cried. She was relieved he didn’t ask.

  Footsteps padded their way. A figure, outlined by the sun lowering in the late afternoon sky, stood over them.

  Chrissi blinked.

  Wearing only a pair of faded jeans with the snap at the waist opened, Cade extended his hand.

  She pressed her cheek against Ezra, closing out the sight of Cade’s broad, naked chest. “I don’t wanna move.”

  “I have a bath drawn,” Cade said, his voice quiet but firm.

  Ezra hugged her close, pressing a kiss against her hair. “Go on.”

  Embarrassment heated her cheeks, but her nude body wasn’t anything Cade hadn’t seen before. She wondered if he noticed how she’d changed, whether he liked what he saw.

  She lifted her hand and let him pull her up. He held up her hand, turning her slightly as he looked her over.

  “That bath?” she said breathlessly. Her nipples were prickling with arousal again. She hoped they’d start moving and he wouldn’t notice, but his free hand cupped a breast and his thumb scraped the ripening tip.

  “You’re even prettier than I remember.”

  “She is, isn’t she?” Ezra said, sitting on the edge of the lounger. “Give her a bath then bring her to us.”

  Bring her to us.

  Fluid seeped down her thighs, and she gasped, remembering that she hadn’t given a single thought to protection. She pressed her thighs together. “Ezra? We didn’t…”

  Ezra’s eyes darkened. “We’re all safe, Chrissi. I promise you that. And you’ve already admitted you haven’t had sex with a man in years, so I’m assuming you’re safe as well.”

  “But I’m not on the Pill.”

  “Do you want us to use something?”

  He’d always left her with choices. He’d honor her answer.

  Chrissi opened her mouth to give an automatic yes, but inside, she hesitated. Again, she didn’t understand herself, why she’d be willing to take the risk, but they’d never used anything, never had anything between their bodies. She remembered the abandon, the freedom, the slick sensory delight.

  “I’ll take that as a no,” he said softly, his gaze sharpening as he studied her face. He turned to Cade who wore a slight smile. “I don’t wanna tell you again.”

  “Yes, sir,” Cade said, his grin widening.

  Just like the old days, Ezra liked to be in charge, liked his brothers to fall in line—if only when it came to sexy pleasures.

  His brothers had never seemed to mind, falling in with his plans, whether it was shucking their clothes for a swim, or turning their backs when Ezra screwed her at the far end of the pool.

  Cade tugged her hand and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as he led her away. Once inside the house, she glanced around, but found no sign of Josh. She took a deep steadying breath. One at time she could take without becoming a quivering mess.

  They passed the stairs to the bedrooms above and walked down a hallway she knew led to the master suite.

  “Ezra took it when mom and pops moved to Padre.”

  She nodded, but kept silent as they passed through the large darkened room to the bathroom.

  When he opened the door for her and stood back, she sucked in a deep breath. The scent of roses, her favorite flower, permeated the air. The bath was filled to the top with fragrant bubbles.

  “Go on and get in,” Cade said.

  She didn’t look back, happy to sink beneath the bubbles and hide herself from view. Warmth enveloped her, instantly easing muscles she hadn’t used in a long, long time.

  Clothing rustled and her gaze swung toward him. Dark brows arched wickedly over dark blue eyes. He stepped out of his jeans and strode toward her. “Make room for me behind you.”

  Her breath hitched. Cade was broader across the shoulders than he’d been seven years ago, and his abdomen was deliciously ripped. A light smattering of masculine fur stretched between small brown nipples. His thighs, thick and muscled, flexed as he braced his legs apart while she stared.

  His cock caught her attention. Rising from a nest of crisp, almost black curls, it was thick, veined, a ruddy tan along the shaft with a swollen purplish-red crown. “I’m just going to give you a bath.”

  “I can manage on my own,” she choked out.

  “Scared of me, Chrissi?”

  “Course not.”

  “Then scootch up and make some room.”

  Lord, so this was how it would be, passed from one brother to the next. She should have been horrified, but deep inside heat blossomed again inside her. She wanted this. Needed it.

  For closure, she told herself.

  She scooted to the center of the large, rounded whirlpool tub.

  He flicked a switch, sending the water swirling, then stepped inside, settling behind her.

  When his hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her backward to rest against his chest, she fell against him, sighing. His cheek rubbed against hers, and then he bent to press a kiss against the top of her shoulder.

  Chrissi accepted it. Not allowing herself to think about what was right or wrong. The scrape of his afternoon beard made her breaths come faster.

  Something new. His whiskers had been softer the last time he’d kissed her. Cade was as much a man now as Ezra. Just as tall, just as hung. His cock was upright and snuggled against the seam of her buttocks.

  “Why were you cryin’?” he murmured against her hair as his hands flowed over her. “Did Ezra hurt you?”

  “He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

  “Were you scared?”

  She shook her head, not wanting to talk about it.

  His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs strumming the tips.

  “I like that,” she said quietly, lifting her chest, encouraging him to squeeze.

  His gentle massage awakened the heat in her belly. She shifted, restless, but hoping he wouldn’t notice.

  Cade chuckled, his breaths soft, warm gusts against her moist neck. “Am I botherin’ you?”

  “It’s just a bath. Maybe you should use some soap and get it over with.”

  “Eager for me to touch you elsewhere?” he asked, skimming a hand down her belly until his fingertips combed her pubic hair.

  “No,” she gasped, closing her legs and pulling her knees toward her chest.

  “You know there’s not a part of you I’m not gonna touch or kiss, darlin’.”

  “Why are you still talkin’?” she asked, her voice rising.

  His chuckle shook against her back. “I’ve missed your sassy mouth.”

  She’d missed the way he always surprised her. She’d always considered him the safe one, until he did something like this. Something sexy and unexpected. He knew how to get to her. Through a back door. Not like Ezra’s full frontal assaults. “You’re sneakier than Ezra.”

  “Am I?” Long, thick digits slid through the top of her folds despite how tightly she clenched her legs together. They grazed her clit, sending a jolt of electricity arcing through her belly.

  She rolled her head against his chest while his hand squeezed her breast harder. His fingers pinched her nipple while the ones hidden beneath the bubbles went to work on the swelling knot at the top of her folds.

  Her knees slowly eased open, giving him room to work. He swirled and swirled while his body hardened against her and his cock twitched between her cheeks.

  “If I turned you around, would you slide right down me, sugar?”

  “I, ah… Don’t call me Sugar.” Her head lolled and her hips began to curl up and down, followin
g his fingers, her knees falling farther apart. “Cade…?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  His whisper, warm and husky, made her shiver. “Oh, hell.” She gripped the handholds on the side of the large tub and lifted herself, then got her knees under her and turned with the assistance of his hands.

  When her knees were tucked in close to his hips, he guided her forward. She reached into the water and pulled up his cock, aimed it between her folds, then slowly glided downward.

  A long, breathless sigh sifted between her lips, and with her hands braced against his slick chest, she started to rock gently, mindful of the water lapping up the sides of the tub.

  “Don’t worry about gettin’ the floor wet,” he growled.

  She clutched the tops of his shoulders and pushed herself up and down, looking anywhere but into his face, savoring the feeling of his thick cock stretching her. She made shallow thrusts, wanting speed rather than depth because friction was building and she could feel her orgasm coming on.

  His fingers dug into her hips, forcing her down his shaft, not relenting until she was snug against his groin.

  She whimpered, wanting to move, but he held her. She shot him a glare, then stilled, transfixed by the hardness of his features. He wasn’t her old buddy—the boy she’d gone to talk to whenever she’d needed advice about how to handle Ezra.

  Here, shoved deep inside her pussy, was a man, just as beautiful and rugged, just as arousing as his older brother. How had she missed the changes? They weren’t subtle. Weren’t things other women would have missed. She’d turned a blind eye. Stubbornly refusing to see that he was even more desirable than he’d been all those years ago.

  Her breath hitched; her fingernails dug deep.

  He raised an eyebrow, taunting her. “I’m not a boy anymore. Not your best friend. I won’t pat your shoulder and send you back to Ezra. Not when I want you every bit as much.”

  “Cade,” she said shakily, aware her pussy gave him a deep unmistakable caress. “Please let me come.”

  “Gonna close your eyes and pretend I’m him?”

  “How can I? I want you. Fuck me, Cade. Do it.”