Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Title Page
About the Book
About Delilah Devlin
Delilah’s Lone Star Lovers series
Excerpt from Raw Silk
Jane’s Wild Weekend
Delilah Devlin
Copyright © 2017 Delilah Devlin
Kindle Edition
Jane wants Bruno…Bruno wants Cord…Cord wants Jane…but can everyone get what they really want?
Jane, fresh from a breakup, decides to seduce Bruno, one of the firemen next door, to restore her shattered confidence. But the trap she sets is sprung instead by his best friend, Cord. After she flees in embarrassment, Bruno makes a proposition too wicked for any good girl to consider, but how can she refuse the chance at not one, but two strapping firemen?
Bruno’s shared women with Cord before, but decides to use Cord’s attraction to Jane to break down his friend’s defenses for the ultimate threesome. Cord thinks he knows how this little tryst will go down, but he’s seduced into allowing Bruno intimacies this hetero guy has never before considered.
Table of Contents
Title Page
About the Book
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
About Delilah Devlin
Delilah’s Lone Star Lovers series
Excerpt from Raw Silk
Chapter One
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Jane Emerson parted the blinds to sneak a peek into the yard next door. The lawn mower had finally fallen silent, which meant Bruno Martir had finished with that chore. Soon, he’d be moving along the fence as he turned to the next job.
She’d gotten accustomed to his afternoon habits. Knew he preferred yard work while Cord washed their vehicles in the drive. Cord hadn’t finished working on his SUV, so there was still plenty of time to put her plan into action. It was already Friday. Monday she had a reservation on a flight home.
Her gaze slid covetously over Bruno’s lean body. His T-shirt had long ago been stripped away. Grass shavings clung to his broad shoulders and ripped abdomen. Sweat darkened the brown hairs that lightly furred his chest and thick thighs.
She licked her lips, already tasting his salty sweat. This was it. One last shot at putting the cherry topping on her vacation. Through with playing coy and dropping increasingly un-subtle hints, she was going for broke. If he didn’t take the bait this time, she’d have to assume she didn’t have the equipment to attract a stud like the fireman next door. Maybe his roommate Cord was more than just his best buddy, which would be a crying damn shame—at least for Jane’s plans.
She suppressed the jangle of nerves that vibrated in her belly and shut out the voice whispering in her ear that this was wrong in so many ways. Far, far away from her staid little life, she had one last chance to redeem her tattered pride, and she wasn’t going to quibble over whether this was the right thing to do.
Grabbing up her iPod, speakers, and sunscreen, she tightened the belt on her robe and headed down the stairs, not even trying to stem the flow of excitement dampening her short curls. She’d promised herself an elicit adventure. Something to wear like a badge of courage when she finally returned home. She might have been dumped for a hard-bodied fitness instructor, but she was still attractive, still sexy. To prove it to herself, today, she’d be shameless.
Bursting through the glass sliding door, she blinked at the bright sunshine and slid her shades over her eyes. There might be fall-like weather in her Chicago home at the moment, but South Florida still held bragging rights for lingering summer weather—one of the reasons she’d agreed to housesit while her college friend enjoyed a pre-wedding getaway with her fiancé. Jane was still on the fence about staying longer to wait for the wedding that promised to be every bit as romantic as Sarah deserved, not sure if she could bear witnessing her friend’s happiness when her own had proven so elusive.
Her friend Sarah had worked damn hard to snag her sexy policeman. She’d determined his beat, run red lights, “lost” distributor caps and parts of her swimming suits to get his attention—racking up a record for the number of court appearances a girl could have without landing in jail, and earning herself quite a rep with the department who had her game plan totally figured out.
It was a good thing Fernando had a sense of humor, or Sarah might have garnered stalking charges as well.
But all’s well that ends well, and now Jane was ready to take a page out of Sarah’s book. Not that she was looking for “happy ever after”. She’d settle for some down and dirty sex—the raw and nasty kind she hadn’t had in forever. And Bruno’s lush lips and sparkling dark eyes hinted he knew a thing or two about “dirty”.
She strolled toward the lounge chair set in the center of the back yard, her heart thumping. The sound of Bruno starting up the weed-eater on the other side of the fence assured her he’d be edging close to the large knothole.
Soon, he’d have to take a break, fill up on more fuel, or stop for a drink to replace all the lovely sweat he wore like slick massage oil on his tanned skin, and then he’d call a greeting across the fence. When she didn’t immediately respond, being the instinctively protective kind of guy he was, he wouldn’t be able to resist a peek through the knothole to make sure she was all right.
She adjusted the lounger, angling it so that his quick peek would be of her entire body from a flattering sideways view. Then pulling in a deep breath and saying a quick prayer for courage, she turned on the music and dropped her robe.
Her body already gleamed from a lavish application of coconut-scented body oil. Her tan was completely even, not a strap mark in sight. She tweaked her nipples for a little extra rosy color, and then lay down on the lounger.
Now, all she had to do was wait. She’d baited a foolproof trap.
*
Cord Lassiter slipped the latch on the privacy fence, following the sound of sexy R&B. Sarah had asked him to take a look at the jack for her telephone connection to see if he could figure out whether the hum on her line was her problem or the phone company’s. Since she’d be back on Monday, he wanted to surprise her with the job completed. Sarah was good people.
He’d hoped to get to the job when the house sitter left for the day, but it didn’t look like that was gonna happen anytime soon, so he shored up his courage and shoved through the gate.
Jane hadn’t exactly taken a shine to him. Probably still held a grudge against him for dumping her panties on the driveway the day she arrived. But that fiasco hadn’t been entirely his fault.
As a favor to Sarah, he’d kept an eye out for Jane’s arrival. Before she’d even opened the cab door, he’s headed to the trunk to gather her cases. He’d reached for one, and then looked up as a set of long, delicious legs slid from the back of the taxi.
His jaw had dropped along with the case, and then he’d scrambled to pick up the microscopic bits of satin and silk as they’d begun to tumble across the lawn in the stiff sea breeze.
Bruno had shaken his head, giving him a look full of suppressed laughter, and then schooled his features into an appalled, consoling mask that completely bowled the beautiful woman over as his best buddy held out his hand to help her from the back seat.
Ever since then, she’d had her nose in the air whenever Cord was around, but a sultry smile for Bruno. Too bad she didn’t know that Bruno would never be interested in her—unless she was the sharing sort.
And Jane Emerson seemed way too self-absorbed to ever spread the lovin’ around. It was a damn good thing she was lea
ving soon. Ever since she’d come, he’d worn a hard-on no amount of pocket hockey could relieve.
As he rounded the corner of the house, his steps faltered. His gaze caught the glint of the top of her silvery blonde hair, and then slid over the supple, nude body that had his cock tenting fast against the front of his jeans.
Holy shit! He’d underestimated just how damn beautiful she’d be. He almost wished he hadn’t seen, because now he knew his dreams would be ripe with fantasies he hadn’t a hope in hell of fulfilling.
Still, a self-mocking grin tugged at his lips as he eyed her lovely rosy nipples, the shine of her oiled skin, and the golden glint of the short, springy curls cloaking her pussy. The long supple legs drew him last, reminding him of his fantasy of having them wrapped tight around his waist as he hammered inside her.
A molten wave of heat washed over him, and he clenched his hands at his sides. Jane could have been made for him. His ideal of perfection. The rounded curves of her belly and full hips appealed. So much womanly softness to hold.
But what the hell could he do about it? If Bruno looked through the knothole in the fence, he’d be chortling and wondering if Cord had the gonads to do more than slink away.
After another long sip of her lovely, mouth-watering body, Cord cleared his throat.
Jane’s head jerked back, her eyes widening beneath the rims of her sunglasses when she spotted him. She shot up from the chair and bent to reach for the robe lying on the grass beside her.
As if in slow-motion, the lounge chair tilted and fell to the side, dumping her on her knees in the grass.
Cord hurried over to her, trying his best to keep the smile off his face and his gaze off her delectable ass. He knelt beside her, reaching for her arms to help her up, but her slippery skin slid beneath his grip. She fell forward, her breasts landing in his palms.
All right, so he’d angled his hands for them to land that way, but she didn’t seem in any hurry to move away. Rich color filled her cheeks. The beaded peaks of her velvety nipples stabbed, and he couldn’t resist giving both weighty breasts an assessing squeeze.
A sharp gasp pressed her breasts deeper into his grasp, and he swept his thumbs over the spiking nipples. A strained murmur rattled at the back of her throat, and her eyes began to drift closed.
Cord debated the wisdom of bending closer to plant a wet one right on her puckered lips, but instead gently pinched one nipple.
Jane’s eyes widened then narrowed behind her glasses, and she came up on her knees, shoving away his hands. “That’s quite enough help from you,” she huffed.
Disappointed, Cord slowly wiped away the oil from his hands on the side of his jeans, and then rubbed his bare chest, drawing her gaze across his bare pecs.
As she stared, he bent, picked up the towel, and held it just out of her reach, forcing her to kneel upwards and expose the parts she tried to cover with a hand. “Thanks,” she muttered, snagging it from his hands. “Do you always barge into private yards without a warning?”
“Sarah doesn’t mind,” he drawled, his gaze cataloging her finer points—round, uptilted breasts, creamy-looking skin, a true blonde. “I’m doing her a favor.”
She quickly tucked the robe around her then rose to stand in front of him, her chin jutting skyward. “Next time, knock.” With color high in her cheeks and riding the swells of her upper breasts, she turned and headed back inside the house.
Cord watched her ass twitch below the terrycloth and let loose a quiet whistle as the door slammed shut.
“Hermano, anyone ever tell you that you suck at seduction?”
Cord shot a glance over his shoulder at his roommate who’d walked up behind him. “I wasn’t trying to seduce her. She kinda fell into my hands.”
Bruno’s mouth slid into a wide smile. “An opportunity like that, and you didn’t want to crawl all over that sweet ass?”
Cord snorted, strangely annoyed with Bruno’s coarse language. Since when did he curb his own? “I was just trying not to drool on the girl. How was I supposed to chat her up with my tongue hanging out? Besides, she hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you. If she wasn’t a little bit interested, she wouldn’t have let you feel her up.”
Cord winced. “She didn’t let me do a damn thing. I think she was in shock.”
“You didn’t notice the way her whole body tensed when you squeezed her tits? Bet she creamed on the spot. She just needs a little incentive to see you as something other than the clumsy neighbor.” Bruno waggled his eyebrows. “Leave it to me.”
Cord watched his buddy let himself in the sliding door and gritted his teeth. For some reason, this time, he wasn’t quite so eager to share.
*
Bruno slipped off his grass-covered running shoes and wiped his feet on the welcome mat before heading straight for Sarah’s bedroom. He knew the way. A long time ago, he and Sarah had a thing, until she realized he’d never be anything more than a good time.
Smart girl moved on. Now her prickly girlfriend offered him a convenient tease—and a way to get Cord’s undivided attention.
He could only imagine the frustration roiling inside his best friend now. Strong emotion wasn’t something Cord handled well. His easy-going nature made him an ideal roommate, but Bruno had a hunger to see Cord lose it—just once—just long enough to let down his shields and let him inside.
Maybe Jane was the key.
He hadn’t seen Cord this worked up around a woman before—and it had to be killing him that she only had eyes for him. So, Bruno would share another girl with Cord and hope some of the loving spilled over on him.
They’d shared before—the first time had been a surfer chick they’d met at Cocoa Beach. They’d both flirted shamelessly, trying to win her attention, only to be dumbfounded when they’d demanded she choose and she’d chosen them both. They’d found the experience exhilarating and a whole lot of fun. They’d worked together well, climbing all over the woman’s sweet body, sharing tastes of her spicy arousal, taking turns slamming inside her juicy cunt until they’d all slept in a sprawl of limbs.
Bruno had not only participated, he’d goaded Cord into experimenting with acts the other man had never tried before. When they both lay on opposite sides of the writhing the woman, their cocks deep inside her ass and cunt—Bruno realized he’d never felt so connected to another human being. Not the woman—Cord.
Their dicks had slid fast and deep, only a thin layer of tissue separating them. Cord had gotten off on the tightness of the forbidden hole he pummeled. Bruno had gotten off on sharing a fuck with Cord.
Ever since, Bruno had been eager to engineer opportunities just like that.
If Bruno worked it right, Jane might serve his need to get Cord into the sack again—and this time, he might actually get more direct pleasure from Cord. The key would be to get his friend turned inside out, and to convince the woman she needed a true ménage to satisfy her itch.
Cord was a hetero guy. Bruno wasn’t so picky about the sex of his partners, but Cord was a challenge—and challenges made life interesting. They’d shared space for two years, but lately, Bruno burned to know what it would be like to slide deep inside Cord’s ass, to swallow his come and his cries.
But how could he even broach the subject without risking their friendship if Cord wasn’t amenable?
Bruno paused outside the bathroom door and heard water running. Hoping she wouldn’t start screaming down the place when he entered, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door. “Jane,” he called softly.
The curtain jerked to the side, just far enough to frame her face in the opening. “Bruno? What the hell are you doing?” she asked, her pretty blue eyes blinking wide.
Bruno gave her a crooked smile. “I was hoping to talk to you about what just happened out there.”
The hectic color in her cheeks brightened. “Nothing happened.”
Bruno leaned against the tile, not even trying to hide the fact he was trying to peek over her shoulde
r at her lush ass. “Did you want a different outcome?”
“What are you saying?” Her fingers whitened around the edge of the curtain, but she didn’t pull it higher, letting him have his little peek. “I’m already embarrassed, and this conversation isn’t helping.”
Bruno ran his index finger over the top of the whitened digits. “Were you hoping I would be the one to find you? You can tell me.”
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, and her gaze slid away. “You must think I’m pretty pathetic,” she said softly.
Bruno gave her a warm smile. Prickly she might be, but at her core she was a soft, vulnerable woman. He’d do well to remember that she wasn’t just the means to a delicious end. “I don’t think you’re pathetic. I’m flattered you want me.” And he truly was. Jane’s slim body and eagerness made for his favorite sort of bed partner.
She grimaced and slowly slid the curtain aside, letting him look his fill at her curves. Water ran in rivulets down her lightly tanned body. Bruno had the sudden urge to trace them with his tongue. But it was too soon to give her what she wanted.
“I didn’t know how else to get your attention,” she said, her chest rising on the next deep breath, tempting him to touch. “I’ll be gone in a few days, and I thought…”
Her words trailed off as his fingers curved around one soft breast. No need to draw out the woman’s agonizing embarrassment. He was interested all right. “You thought that maybe we could spend some time together?”
She nodded, her hands curling at her sides while her breaths shortened.
“I’d like that, too.” Bruno thumbed the pink nipple at the center of her breast, just like Cord had done, hoping to bring his image between them.
The corners of her lips slowly tilted upward and hope rounded her gaze, which clung half-lidded to his.
She was aroused, ready now to let him draw her to a bed. Any bed. He flicked the nipple with his thumbnail. “There is one problem.”
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