True Heart: A Red Hot Winter Story

by Delilah Devlin

  His fingers traced down her belly, tugged the trimmed hair cloaking her mound. She tightened her thigh over him and gasped when his fingers slid inside her. He drew liquid arousal from inside her, exciting the secret spot he’d found, all the while watching her expressions.

  She didn’t hide a thing she felt. Biting her lip, she scrunched her nose and eased her hips closer, rubbing her abdomen against his erection. Her womb clenched, heat curling around and around inside her, and she gave a moan when his thumb scraped her clit.

  “Put me inside you,” he whispered.

  Her hand slid down him, fingernails scratching. His belly leapt and tightened, and then she was there, gripping his thick shaft, centering his cloaked head at her entrance. She curled her hips and took him inside.

  His fingers parted her folds, easing his entry, stretching them around his cock as he pumped in shallow thrusts.

  His hand snagged her wrist and moved up to thread his fingers between hers and then squeeze. Holding her hand, he began to stroke deeper, his breaths sharpening along with hers, her channel melting around him, clasping him to invite him deeper.

  Lonny came up against her back and caressed a buttock. “Don’t jump,” he said softly. His hand smoothed over the globe, massaging her. And then he traced the crease, a single digit circling on her tiny hole.

  She moaned and bucked against True, while her whole body began to quiver. They were going to do this. It was really going to happen, and she didn’t know if she could take it, but couldn’t stand the thought of putting a halt to it.

  Lonny’s finger disappeared for a moment then returned coated in gel, which he rubbed around and around her little hole, exciting her so much her breaths grew ragged.

  When a single finger pushed inside, she held still, a long breath squeezing from her lungs. He pushed another inside and began to pump, swirling his fingers around and around, screwing into her slowly, stretching her deliciously.

  Yes, there was burning, but her pussy was heating too with the friction of True’s quickening thrusts.

  When Lonny withdrew again, he came so close his breath gusted against her ear. “You’ve done this before. You know how. I’m coming into you now. Relax, baby.”

  The smooth blunt knob of his cock pushed against her opening, and she hissed between her lips at the pressure.

  True kissed her. “Relax, Honey. Let him in. I’m right here.”

  She slipped an arm around his back and clutched him close, nuzzling her face into the corner of his neck while Lonny pushed, finally breaching the tight ring and sliding deeper.

  Lonny’s groan was loud and so filled with relief, she gave a nervous laugh.

  “Not funny,” he muttered. “You’re so goddamn tight I feel like my dick’s being chewed right up.”

  True cupped her face, pushing her hair off her cheeks where it stuck to sweat. “We’re going to start moving. You okay with that?”

  “Yeah, don’t do a thing, Honey,” Lonny said, his voice tight. “You’ll kill us both if you do.”

  Again, she chuckled, and then groaned as first True then Lonny began to stroke deep. Any thoughts of embarrassment about what they were doing, what True and Lonny thought, burned away in the heat of their passion.

  Caught between two strong, relentless lovers, she mewled and groaned, whimpering as the two men surged in tandem inside her. The coil twisting in her belly wound so tight, she squeezed her eyes shut, dug her nails into True’s back and chest and keened while she splintered apart.

  “Jesus, Honey,” Lonny groaned, then buffeted her ass with several forceful lunges until he stroked one last time, stayed deep and shuddered through his orgasm. His groan was loud. His hands closed around her waist then cupped her breasts. His body writhed against her back until at last he relaxed, huffing, his lips trailing along her neck and shoulder. “Fuck!”

  Honey smiled and met True’s hard gaze. He was still lodged deep, still hard. Nowhere near a climax of his own. She could see in his face that he meant to leave the last, best impression. She liked that about him. How deliberate he could be in his lovemaking.

  So while she was trembling in the aftermath of her own orgasm, already she felt a stirring, another coil of arousal building. Lonny had only stoked the fire.

  Lonny eased from inside her and gave her one last hug. “I’m making myself scarce now.” He kissed her hair. “That was un-fucking-believable, sweetheart.”

  Then he rolled away and his footsteps padded to the door.

  Instead of gathering her closer, True disengaged, sliding his cock from her and peeling down his condom. She lay on the bed in a sprawl, watching, wondering what was next, because there was no way in hell he was leaving her. She let out sigh when he reached for her, lifted her in his arms and strode toward the bathroom.

  Being a possessive kind of guy, she figured he didn’t want the scent of another man, even if it was his brother, on his lover’s skin. And she was okay with that.

  He set her down on the rug in front of the shower, pushed back the glass door and turned the handle to start the water warming. Honey smiled to herself, content to let True do things his way.

  When he glanced back, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

  She lifted her chin and placed her hands behind her back, pushing out her chest.

  As expected, his gaze dropped to her nipples, which were hard and dimpled.

  “They liked the way you gnawed on them.”

  “Gnawed?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Like a chew toy.”

  Although his eyelids stayed narrowed, a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth.

  She was starting to figure him out. The more she learned about this taciturn man, the more she liked and admired. True wasn’t exactly rigid or set in his ways, but he did like order. Did think that people belonged where they were put.

  Lonny’s wanderlust confused True. He worried about him when he wasn’t around where he could keep a watchful eye over him. He’d worried over Honey, even before he knew her, not because she upset his schedule or inconvenienced him, but because he couldn’t protect her.

  The longer they stood gazing into each other’s eyes, the warmer she felt, the more sure she was that she wanted to pursue a relationship with this man—if he’d allow it. If he wanted her beyond this day, beyond the winter.

  She wasn’t sure she was in love, not yet, but she felt with a certainty that grew stronger with every moment she spent in his company that it would happen.

  “The water’s warm.”

  Which meant he wanted her to move. A man of few words who got his message across loud and clear. He should be her editor.

  Smiling, she stepped into the shower and moved back to make room for him. Inside there was a seat, a ledge really, and a nice expanse of smooth slate gray tiles that made the shower seem like a cave with a waterfall splashing against the walls. It was a fanciful thought, but she liked the romance of it.

  When he picked up a folded washcloth and indicated that she should face away, she bit back the embarrassment, because she knew what he wanted to wash. Thankfully, he didn’t go straight for her ass.

  He soothed her with a soapy massage and scrub that eased the muscles of her neck and back, before kneeling behind her. He parted her buttocks and washed her thoroughly, arousing her along the way, so that when he finally stood, she was leaning her hands against the wall to keep upright.

  His arms encircled her from behind, the hand holding the washcloth opened and it dropped to the floor. He smoothed his soap-softened hands over her belly and breasts until she was rubbing her butt against his groin, trying to give him a hint she was ready for more.

  True’s hands gripped her shoulders and turned her to face him, then slid down her back to her bottom and gripped her hard. She gave a little jump to help him lift her, not that he needed any, and wound her legs around his slippery waist.

  “Shower sex,” she whispered. “My favorite. Makes everything slick.”

  “I
don’t think you need any help in that department.”

  “Guess I am constantly wet around you anyway.”

  He shook his head smiling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you talk.”

  “Do you think you might want to?”

  He didn’t answer, but his gaze locked with hers and he lowered her onto his cock. He didn’t need to center himself, didn’t need nudge or tap to figure out where he was. His cock honed in on her pussy and slid right up in one lusty plunge.

  “You’re pretty good at that,” she gasped.

  He gave her a lazy grin. “What? Fucking?”

  “Finding my pussy,” she purred.

  “The boy knows where he belongs.”

  “In my pussy?”

  “Lady’s got a dirty mouth.”

  She arched a brow. “Guess you’ll have to keep it busy.”

  True snorted, and then began to move her with his big, capable hands, up and down his shaft. Too slowly to suit her.

  She bit his shoulder. “Faster, bastard.”

  True tsked. “I like the pace just fine. Don’t want it endin’ too soon.”

  She tightened her legs around him and tried to bounce, but he held her steady. “We can do it again.”

  Up and down, up and down. The air warmed around them, growing mistier and hotter. She wasn’t sure if she was dripping from water streaming over them or from her own sweat. Damn, the man was going to drive her crazy.

  She licked the side of his neck, tasted his shoulder, and then lapped up the side of his cheek.

  Dimples sunk into his cheeks as his smile widened and she marveled that she’d never known he had them.

  True backed her up to the smooth wall and began to pump faster, his legs braced wider for more leverage.

  She appreciated the extra force and squeezed hard around him, a little reward to encourage more progress.

  “You’re not big on patience,” he gritted out. His face was reddening, his cheeks tightening to show the sharp, high-set bones beneath his skin. He was close. Not close enough to let go, but he only needed a little more incentive.

  She laved his ear and stuck her tongue inside the whorls, rimming him over and over. Ending with a nip at his earlobe, she whispered, “Fuck me harder and I’ll let you do anything you want. I’ll give it to you so good.”

  A laugh disguised as a snort shook his chest, but he tightened his grip on her ass and hammered up her channel. She’d have bruises, but she didn’t give a damn, the friction he built was burning her up. Each powerful, sharp surge rubbed her raw inner tissues. He was big, thick, more than she should be able to handle, but fuck he was so damn near godlike when he fucked, all she could do was hold on and try to catch a breath.

  True was relentless. Pounding so hard, so deep she felt each tap against her cervix, and she realized with a start that neither of them had remembered protection.

  Not that she was concerned. Not really. He wasn’t a player. Neither was she. And there would only be the sweetest consequence of all if their mistake bore fruit.

  The thought of a child from a man like True filled her heart with warmth. No matter how long this lasted, she couldn’t be sorry. She’d cherish every damn second she spent inside his arms.

  True’s strokes shortened. She let go of her hold around his waist and strained to lift her legs just little higher, a little wider. The angle caused the hairs around the base of his cock to abrade her clit and Honey rocketed.

  Her back arched and her legs stiffened. Her whole body spasmed as her orgasm rushed over her.

  Faintly aware, she heard his muffled shout and felt the melting spurts of his come bathe her womb in hot, rhythmic pulses. His hips slowed and his hands eased.

  She wrapped her legs around him again, hugged him with her arms and let him rock them together. The moment stretched and she groaned when he eased her legs off his hips and set her on her feet. She swayed, but he swept an arm around her back to steady her.

  He kissed her forehead. “You okay?”

  She rubbed her cheek up and down his chest in assent.

  He chuckled, turned off the water then opened the glass to reach for a towel. He dried her off, rubbing until her skin glowed.

  “Leave me some skin,” she groused.

  He popped her with the end of the towel. “Go get under the covers. I need to shave.”

  “Don’t.”

  “Baby, you haven’t seen your face.”

  She gave him a lopsided grin. “Do I have stubble-burn?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I don’t mind, really. And I have a plan for that beard of yours.”

  “You’re nearly legless with exhaustion. Why don’t you rest? I swear, we’re not done, Honey. Not by a long shot.”

  Honey blinked. Understanding at last that he wanted a minute alone. Maybe more than a minute. She nodded, gave him a smile and headed to the bed. He’d said they weren’t done. But that didn’t mean he didn’t see an end to their relationship.

  Telling herself not to dwell on thoughts of the future, she yawned, dropped the towel and crawled between the cool sheets.

  True scraped a hand over his newly shaved face and stepped into the bedroom. The light shining from the nightstand glinted on the dried tangled strands of Honey’s brown hair. She’d have knots in her hair when she woke up, but he guessed she’d pretty much fallen into the bed the second the door closed between them.

  He almost felt guilty about disturbing her again, but he’d come to some conclusions while he’d shaved.

  First and foremost, no way in hell was she leaving his mountain.

  Second, well, he’d take care of his second concern right now, before he woke her up to talk.

  He knotted his towel around his hip and went in search of Lonny. A cool draft swept up the towel as he walked with purpose to the kitchen. Lonny sat at the counter eating another bowl of chili.

  Lonny glanced up and arched a brow at his attire. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

  “She’s sleeping.”

  “We wear her out?”

  “We did. But you’re not gonna mention it to her. Not ever.”

  Lonny’s lips pursed, but he nodded. “Agreed. It never happened. But is that so you can feel better or for her?”

  “I want her to feel comfortable here with us.”

  “You want her to stay.”

  “I do.”

  “Have you asked her?”

  “I will. Just as soon as we finish here.”

  Lonny pushed back his bowl. “All right, shoot. What’s on your mind?”

  “You’re my brother. I want you here. Working beside me. But I get that you’re not ready to commit. If you’re eager to head out come spring, I won’t try to stop you.”

  “You never have before. What’s different now?”

  “I’m giving you my blessing. If you don’t want to come back, you don’t have to. If you find something out there you want more than this place, don’t worry about me.”

  “Think I do?”

  “Yeah, I think you don’t like the thought of me being alone.”

  Lonny let out a breath. “This place is home. But I’ve never felt tied to it like you. I want to see more of the world.”

  True’s eyes misted, but he blinked the moisture, the weakness away. “I’m ready to let go.”

  Lonny’s jaw flexed, but he nodded. “If you need me, you know I’ll always come back.”

  “We’ll always be family.”

  True strode closer to Lonny and looped an arm around his shoulder to pull him in for a hug.

  “No crossin’ swords, dammit,” Lonny muttered, but he was grinning when True let him go.

  “I’ll say goodnight,” True said, tipping his chin, then turning to stride away.

  “I’ll handle the livestock tomorrow,” Lonny called after him.

  True lifted a hand to let him know he’d heard, but he was already thinking about what he had to say to Honey. He better make it good.


  He tossed his damp towel onto the tile floor in the bathroom then walked softly to the bed. She still slept, on her stomach, her legs and arms stretched out, covering half the bed. For such a little thing she managed to take up a lot of room.

  Kind of like the way she’d crowded her way into his heart. Hell, they’d only known each other a couple of days, but already he couldn’t imagine not having her underfoot.

  She fit. Sure, she was stubborn, mouthy, didn’t know she needed someone to watch over her. He’d have to be careful not to let her know that. She had a lot of pride.

  He picked up the covers and slid in beside her, nudging a leg to make room.

  She stirred and snuggled in next to him.

  One eye shot open. “You’re cold,” she grumbled.

  “You snore.” She didn’t, but he wanted to see her reaction. Teasing her might become his favorite sport—especially, if he could get her to let loose with that hot temper of hers. The consequences were always interesting.

  “Don’t snore,” she said petulantly and snuggled closer. “But you’re a damn iceberg.”

  “Warm me up.”

  “You saw what happened the last time I lit a fire.”

  True grinned and stuck an arm beneath his head. Talking to Honey wasn’t so hard.

  Honey’s hand swept over his belly then rested over his heart. She let out a deep sigh.

  “You going back to sleep?”

  “How can I? I have a horny cowboy yammering in my ear.”

  He caught her hand and held it cupped inside his. “I want you to stay.”

  She came up on an elbow and blinked. “Lonny already offered to let me stay to finish my book.”

  “And you said you were leaving. Do you still plan to go when the roads are clear?”

  “I guess it depends…”

  He swallowed and kept staring at their hands. “On what?”

  “Whether it’s just for the winter. Or whether you think you might want me to stay longer.”

  His gaze met hers. Her expression was closed. Her features set. Like his answer might hurt her.