by Morgan Fox
She studied him, her fingers running up and down the muscles of his chest and stomach, dipping down into the open zipper of his pants. She gripped his cock in her hand, slowly stroking the shaft. He never stopped watching her face, wondering what she was thinking about as she possessed him with such interest. He sucked in a chest full of air, loving the feeling of her touch as every nerve ending exploded in his body.
She pushed his jeans past his ass and his hard cock sprung out. Immediately, he pulled her up by her shoulders and helped her out of her own clothing, sliding the material down her legs with such care. Naked and gorgeous, she was the embodiment of everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. She was perfect on the inside and out.
His cock jumped as he gazed upon her rosy flesh. Pulling her close, he kissed her stomach, trailing kisses to the patch of blonde hair between her legs. Gently, he led her back to the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. Then he set to tasting her body more fully.
Spreading her thighs, he kissed the tender, warm flesh from her knees straight up to her pussy. With his thumb and index finger, he parted the folds of her sex and teased, licked, and sucked her clit. The sweet, fluttering moans of her pleasure had him eager to hear more of her cries. He tenderly inserted a finger into her tight pussy, pulsing in and out slowly, and then as he sucked her a little harder he added another finger. Her thighs parted wide the moment he did, beckoning him to continue loving her cunt.
“Oh, God, Hunter,” she cried as her hands and fingers gripped his hair, capturing him as if she couldn’t risk that he would stop touching her.
Halting his actions was the last thing on his mind. What was on his mind was making her come harder than she ever had, allowing him to taste the pleasure he wrung from her body. Then he would make her come again as he thrust his cock deep inside her tight body, driving her beyond reason.
He felt her body begin to tremble as he held her. His mouth was fastened to her pussy as she cried out. Bucking her hips up, she began to come. The taste of her essence filled his mouth like a fine wine he’d been deprived of for far too long.
Once she had gone limp, he slowly crawled up the long, lean length of her body, kissing her belly and between her breasts. Then he nuzzled the crook of her neck and her arms once again surrounded him.
With one arm supporting his weight, he reached down with the other and guided his cock into the entrance of her pussy, pushing inside her until he was seated to the hilt. Her thighs immediately wrapped around his waist.
With determination, he thrust in and out of her, feeling the wet tightness of her body envelop him. Never in his life had sex ever felt so gratifying. Never had it had him praying he wouldn’t disappoint. The desire to pleasure her was more important than taking his next breath.
Strangely, he couldn’t help but want to be the best he could for Delilah. The reason for that he couldn’t explain. It was just the way it was.
Over and over again, Hunter drilled inside her, tunneling deep and hard. The soft moans she’d made as he tasted her pussy were nothing compared to the roar of her cries as he fucked her. Heart pounding with a vengeance behind his ribs, he couldn’t contain the enticement she offered him.
Gripping hold of her legs, he pushed her thighs further apart, cradling her knees over his arms, spreading her wider, and taking her deeper. She cried out, begging him not to stop, commanding him to take her harder. He did.
Then she found her release, clawing up his back as he pounded away at her cunt. Every muscle in his body shook as he kept himself from coming until she was completely satisfied, but once she reached that point, it was his turn. With a primal roar, he came. Blinking his eyes shut, he loved the rush of emotions and pleasures that flooded his body.
Resting his forehead against hers, he dipped his head down and kissed her lips gently. Rolling to the side, he cradled her in his arms and kissed her shoulder. Smiling, he’d never felt so satisfied in his life. The connection he shared with Delilah was almost surreal. He couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was lying naked in his arms. The day couldn’t be any better.
Then for whatever reason, Clay Garrett’s face appeared in his mind, and he remembered the way he’d found the sheriff this morning only wearing jeans. The overwhelming need to know if he’d outscored the big guy was all he could think about. Hunter had been pushed aside once before by his brothers, and he prayed that this time would be different. He wanted to be the one that ended up with the girl, not alone and dreaming of a woman who would want him for more than just a good fuck.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “Did Clay make you feel like that last night?”
She cocked her head to the side and stared at him. The vacant look in her eyes told him that he should’ve kept his mouth shut. He’d just screwed up, and if there was a way he could rewind the moment he would’ve kept his jealous and insecure thoughts to himself. But it was too late. The damage was unfolding before his very eyes. Damn me for being such a dumbass.
Without a moment to spare, she was up from the blanket, snatching up her clothing and climbing down the ladder.
“Wait, Delilah. I’m sorry,” he yelled after her, trying to put his jeans on as quickly as he could, nearly falling off the top loft as he did so.
Once she reached the bottom of the ladder, she gazed up at him. Scowling, she muttered, “I never should’ve let you touch me. What happened was a mistake, and I’m leaving town tonight. Don’t bother following me, Hunter. I’ll catch a ride from Abby or Tyler.” She quickly turned, putting her shirt back on and sliding her legs into her pants.
“Delilah, wait,” he begged.
In a flash she rounded, her eyes red and glistening. “Don’t, Hunter. I’m leaving, so you don’t need to say anything or do anything. What happened between us was fun, and that’s all it was. It’s over now, so stop talking and let me leave.”
Stunned, he stared after her as she exited the barn. Under her breath, he heard her say, “It’s what I do best anyway.”
* * * *
“What the hell is wrong with me?” Delilah scolded aloud. “How did I go from one man’s bed right into another’s?” Shrugging, she had to correct herself. “Technically, it was a bed of hay with a blanket on it, but still, how come I don’t feel bad about it?” Groaning, she wanted to kick herself. She hadn’t felt bad about what she’d done, at least not until Hunter stupidly reminded her that she’d slept with two different men within twenty-four hours. Somehow she had managed to place herself in the middle of a jealous feud with these two men. “Fuck! Do I have issues?”
As Delilah stumbled onto the front porch, a petite, bronze-skinned, dark-brown-haired woman appeared at her side, helping her to catch herself before face-planting right onto the wooden steps.
“My dear, you must be careful. If you don’t watch your footing, you could end up wearing that porch as a permanent fixture on that beautiful face of yours.”
Standing, she straightened out her clothes and brushed back her tousled hair. “Thank you. I wasn’t paying attention.”
With a knowing smile, the woman said, “I noticed. I was watching you walk across the field. Looks like you were having a pretty good conversation with nature.”
Delilah’s mouth hung open, realizing that the woman had been observing her talking, more like venting, to herself. “I was a little upset. I had been out riding with Hunter, but I need to head into town now. Do you think Abby or Tyler could give me a ride?”
The dark-haired woman arched her brow and studied Delilah with piercing and questioning eyes. Surely, the older woman wasn’t stupid and was now wondering why Hunter wasn’t still with her. She didn’t want to tell the woman that it was because she couldn’t look Hunter in the eyes after allowing him to fuck her like an animal in the barn.
“Well, Abby and Tyler just left to go into town to see the doctor, but I can take you if you’d like.” She reached out her hand. “I’m Sophia. I live here at Paradise Ranch and help wherever I’m needed. Mainly, cooking and
keeping things in the house running in order.”
“Oh,” Delilah said, remembering that Abby was pregnant and expecting her first child. “I’m Delilah, and if you wouldn’t mind, I’d love a ride.”
“I remember seeing you at the reception. I’m sorry I never had a chance to talk with you, but Abby had me running in circles getting all the preparations and food in order for the party.” She winked. “Pregnant women can be so demanding.”
Just then, a strikingly handsome, golden-brown-haired cowboy with alluring, deep blue eyes stepped from the back door of the ranch. Delilah had to force her mouth closed as she stared at the tall drink of water that resembled both Tyler and Hunter. Cooper Boyd was a breathtaking sight.
“Sophia, is everything all right?” he asked, his deep voice rolling from his lips like smooth, flowing honey from a jar.
“Yes, of course, Cooper. I was just about to take Delilah into town.” Sophia turned to look back at her. “Have you two met?”
The alluring cowboy closed the distance between them. Reaching his hand out to take Delilah’s, he said, “Yes, we have, and it’s nice to see you again, Delilah…”
“Delilah Devero, and it’s nice to see you again, too,” she told him. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. His perfectly chiseled jaw, captivating blue eyes, and gentlemanlike manners had her hooked. “I know we sat near you at the reception, but I never had a chance to talk with you. How are you related to Tyler and Hunter?”
He chuckled, but before he could respond with words, a voice from behind her said, “We’re brothers.”
Delilah cringed as Hunter’s voice settled over her. She didn’t want an awkward confrontation to happen in front of the others. For that matter, she didn’t want a confrontation at all. She had hoped to be on her way already and not have to look at Hunter again, but luck once again was not on her side.
“Oh,” Sophia said, her eyes practically jumping from Delilah back to Hunter. “Did you want to give Delilah a ride into town?”
“No!” Delilah immediately said. Her voice calmed before she finished her thought. “I would prefer that you did, Sophia…if you are still available.”
Sophia glanced sharply from Hunter back to her, but at this point Delilah didn’t care what anyone thought. She simply knew she couldn’t be alone with Hunter again. Not if she wanted to escape with what was left of her sanity.
“Delilah, I’m more than capable of taking you—”
“No, Hunter, you’re not,” she said, stepping away from him as he crowded up behind her, boxing her in between him and his brother. “I really don’t think that it’s a good idea, and I’d prefer you didn’t.” Her chest rose and fell with angered, nervous breaths. “Sophia, if you’re still available—”
“Yes, I’ll take you into town. It’s no trouble at all.” She rounded to face Hunter. “You might want to help Cooper. There are some things that need to be handled here at the ranch.”
Narrowing his eyes in a questioning manner, Hunter asked, “What things?”
Glaring at him, Sophia muttered, “Cooper will fill you in once we leave.” She moved toward the door. “Delilah, if you’re ready, we can head into town now.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Following close behind Sophia, they went into the ranch house, grabbed Sophia’s keys and purse, and jumped into her car. The entire ride into town was spent in silence. Delilah couldn’t muster any words. She was too embarrassed and frustrated.
“Here we are,” Sophia said, drawing Delilah’s attention from her inward thoughts.
Narrowing her eyes, she noticed they were pulling into the local diner. She wasn’t sure if that was because she hadn’t specified where in town she wanted to go or if Sophia just decided this was the best place for her to be dropped off at.
Inclining her head in Delilah’s direction, Sophia told her, “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to grab a cup of coffee with you before you head out on your way. Do you have time?”
Delilah swallowed, not excited about spending more time in this town than she had to, but she also didn’t want to be rude. Sophia had been kind to drive her and not ask questions about her much-needed separation from Hunter.
“I was really hoping to be out of town before nightfall.” Delilah hesitated, hating that she wanted to escape this place so badly, but instead she shrugged her shoulders, forced a smile, and said, “Sure. That would be nice.”
Finding an open booth in the far corner of the diner, Delilah sat with her back to the wall, overlooking the entire diner. Local folks had come to enjoy a late-afternoon lunch or maybe an early dinner.
Life seemed more relaxed here in Temptation than the crazy world she’d come from. Her heart squeezed in her chest as she thought about how much she’d longed for a life like that. Too bad she’d only been in town for nearly a week and already found two major reasons to flee. Actually, it was three reasons, Clay Garrett, Hunter Boyd, and her damn stepbrother, Warren Michaels.
“So tell me, Delilah, what brought you to Temptation, Texas?”
Without any words spoken, two cups of coffee were placed on the table in front of them. Delilah stared after the waitress with the sweet smile and wondered if she could read thoughts or just knew Sophia really well. Another quality of small-town living she knew she’d love to experience.
“Before my mother married my father, she and her family owned parts of Temptation and the surrounding areas. I’d never had the chance to see where my mother grew up and decided it was time I did.”
“That’s right,” Sophia said. “Hunter mentioned that your mother was Pamela Travis.”
Delilah smiled warmly. “Yes, my mother was Pamela Travis. Once she and my father married, she decided to sell off the last of her family property and move to California to have me.”
“Hunter told me that she passed away when you were born. I’m truly sorry to hear that. She had one of the most passionate hearts in Texas. She’s missed by a lot of people.”
“Thank you,” Delilah said, feeling choked up with emotions.
“Since you were here to visit the lands your mother once called home, why would you want to leave?”
There it is, Delilah thought. The reason she’d wanted to have coffee with her. The older woman was curious to know what had transpired between her and Hunter. Who wouldn’t be?
A million and one thoughts bumped around in Delilah’s head. Should she spill the real reason? Would sharing her promiscuous tale cause any real harm? Would it feel awkward to tell the woman what she’d been up to since arriving in Temptation? Perhaps learning her dirty little secrets would help expedite their coffee time and aide in getting her out of town that much faster.
Swallowing down a sip of lukewarm coffee, Delilah asked plainly, “What would you think if I told you I had sex with two different men within a twenty-four-hour period?”
Sophia shrugged, as if unaffected by the statement. “Depends on who the men were.”
Delilah giggled dryly. “I’m sure you can already guess that one of the men was Hunter, and the other was Sheriff Clay Garrett.”
Sophia blew out a low whistle of appreciation. “I’d say you have great taste and are one lucky lady. You scored majorly with two of the sexiest men in Temptation.” Delilah’s mouth hung open at the unsuspecting response. “I hate to admit it, but I’m a little jealous.”
A moment later, Sophia smiled at the approaching waitress. “Hello, Mrs. Boyd,” she said as if talking to her best friend in a jesting manner. “How are you today?”
Boyd? Delilah felt her skin break out into a cold sweat and grow uncomfortably tight over her bones. She was sure at any moment her face would melt off from the heat rising up from her chest and neck.
Sophia turned and began introductions. “Delilah, this is Madeline Boyd, Tyler, Cooper, and Hunter’s mother.”
Almost forgetting her voice, Delilah stammered to find the words to say hello. Suddenly feeling the need to run away, yet again, she politely excused
herself and rushed into the restroom. Standing in front of the sink, she rested the palms of her hands on the rim and stared at herself in the mirror.
“Wow, you’ve really done it this time, Delilah,” she told herself aloud.
The stall door opened with a bang, startling her out of her thoughts. Glancing behind her, she watched as a lean man with cold, menacing, dark eyes emerged from his hiding place.
A vile grin eclipsed his face as he muttered, “You’re right about that, Delilah. You really have done it this time.”
She held her breath, turning to face him. Her hands clutched the sink now pressed against her back. “Warren!”
Chapter Seven
Locking the door to the restroom, Warren rounded to face her. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Delilah,” he said, stressing each word as he closed the distance between them, crowding her up against the sink.
“Warren?” she gasped.
His chest expanded with longing as he studied her. The soft mounds of her round breasts pushed forward, stretching the material of her shirt. “I love the way you say my name.” He licked his lips and with the palm of his hand rubbed the slow-growing erection in his pants. “It makes my cock hard to hear you breathlessly speak my name.”
“What are you doing here?”
He tsked under his tongue. “Silly, silly girl, you know exactly what I’m doing here, and you’ve known what I wanted for a very long time.” He moved closer, lowering his face to hers, nuzzling against her cheek and ear, smelling the sweet scent of her hair. “Damn, you smell so fucking intoxicating. You drive me wild.”
“More like insane,” she spat, twisting away from him, but he immediately pulled her back, trapping her once again between him and the sink.