Four Sworn

by Delilah Devlin

  Mostly, she wondered whether Bo would be angered or hot for it.

  She took the pillow, stepped out of her shoes and knelt at Ezra’s feet, not looking up, not moving for the longest moment, just letting the sound of her heartbeats and his breaths soothe her nerves.

  The other men took seats, leaning back on lounge chairs.

  “What’re you waitin’ for?” Ezra asked, his tone soft and even.

  “For you to tell me what you want of me,” she whispered, keeping her head bent, because it felt right.

  “How did you know that would please me?”

  She raised her face. “I didn’t really… Maybe it was the way you looked at me…”

  “How did I look?”

  “Watchful. Waitin’ for something. I thought maybe I should wait too.”

  His smile was slow, easing over his mouth and crinkling the corners of his ice blue eyes. He cupped her chin. His thumb slid over her bottom lip. “Open.”

  Her mouth fell open automatically, and he stuck his thumb into it.

  She didn’t wait for him to spell out what he wanted. She did what came naturally, what instinct drove her to do. She closed her lips around his thumb, swirled her tongue over the roughened tip and sucked.

  Ezra gripped his shaft, pumped his hand up and down his length, then pulled his thumb free and pressed the head of his cock against her lips.

  Shanna breathed in his scent, fresh and chlorinated. She opened obediently, widening when he pushed the blunt head inside, gliding against her tongue, thrusting toward her throat. Her lips tightened around him. She watched his face while she sucked him, never lowering her gaze.

  Ezra spread apart his legs, and she reached up to cup his sac, rolling the twin orbs in her palm, then closing her fingers around them and tugging gently as she rocked forward and back, meeting his slow, steady strokes.

  Large, rough hands reached around her body, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders. Her bra was opened and it slid off one arm. She let go of Ezra’s balls and the garments were whisked away. She felt a pang of disappointment when the hands left her body, because she wanted them to fondle her.

  Ezra gripped the base of his cock, pumping. Her lips met his fingers with each long sweep. With his free hand, he gripped her hair and pulled her closer toward his groin, rocking on his heels, but still so quiet she wondered if she pleased him. Then he pulled quickly from her mouth, his breath catching. His come spurted in white ropes, striping her face and breasts.

  She let him tilt back her head to receive it, his soft cap sliding in the come on her cheeks, making a sticky mess of her face, but she didn’t care. She licked her lips, taking his taste into her mouth.

  His smile was soft in his taut, reddened face. But at last, he stepped away, leaving her trembling on the pillow and wondering what came next.

  Cade knelt beside her, wiped her face with a warm, wet cloth, and then stroked it over her breasts, cleaning her and exciting her nipples. He circled them, smiling at the way they popped eagerly to attention. Cade lifted her chin on a crooked finger and bent to kiss her mouth.

  Innocent, so far as kisses went—if she didn’t think about the way his fingers were teasing one of her nipples, scraping it with a nail, then clasping it and tugging, twisting. When she opened her mouth beneath his to gasp, his tongue swept inside, exploring the edges of her teeth, the rim of her lips. She passively accepted his attentions, only her shortening breaths betraying her excitement.

  He drew back and pulled her to her feet. Hands reached around her waist and unbuttoned her slacks, pushing them over her hips to puddle around her feet. A tug at the lace bracketing her hips left her sex exposed.

  Hands cupped her bare bottom and slid around, sinking between her folds to capture moisture, then pulling away. Josh walked around her, the finger he’d wet with her juices stuck in his mouth, his eyes alight with mischief. “Baby, I’m gonna eat you all up.”

  Liquid gushed between her legs, trickling down her inner thighs. She pressed them together to hide it, but she doubted they missed a thing that was happening to her body. Not the way they watched her—darkening blue gazes sliding over her, seeking out her secrets.

  Cade pulled her hand, and she stepped out of her clothing then followed him to the lounger Ezra reclined on. The back was lowered to a forty-five-degree angle, and he opened his legs, making room for her to sit between them, her back against his chest. Cade and Josh undressed in front of her. The rustling of fabric, the snaps of waistbands opening, added to the visual feast as the two men stripped themselves bare then walked toward her.

  Where Ezra’s size and rugged beauty left her knees weak, these two were so handsome, so perfect in form that she felt inadequate. She stiffened, and Ezra turned her head toward him. “Open your legs.”

  She didn’t hesitate although the move exposed her to two avid male gazes.

  The foot of the lounger dropped, and Josh knelt between her spread legs, pushing them wider until they hung on either side of the chair, her sex completely opened.

  He trailed a finger along the edges of her thin inner folds. “You’re wet, Shanna. Why’s that?” he teased.

  Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth, so she shook her head.

  “I think you want me to play there. Want something hard coming up inside you. Am I right?”

  Her body trembled, and she pressed back against Ezra, who tugged her hair and nuzzled her ear.

  Cade sat on the edge of the lounger beside her hip and rubbed his hand over her mound. “Do you like having your pussy petted, Shanna?”

  She pried her tongue from the roof of her mouth and swallowed. “I won’t fuckin’ purr,” she said, surprised at the gravel in her voice.

  Josh’s grin split his face.

  Cade’s fingers plucked her short curls hard.

  Shanna drew a breath between clenched teeth at the sharp pain. “Why’d I think you were the nice one?”

  “Which one am I?” Josh asked.

  “The player.”

  “And Ezra?”

  “Just scary.”

  Ezra’s hand caressed her breast, and he whispered in her ear, “Still think I’m scary?”

  She nodded, and the men laughed, which didn’t soothe her ravaged nerves.

  Josh leaned toward her, his gaze glued to her pussy. His hands smoothed up her inner thighs, then slowed as they neared her sex. “Always knew those legs were long, but damn, girl.” He tugged her outer lips between his thumbs and forefingers and spread them. “You’re wet, sweetheart. Cream’s all the way down your thighs. Did sucking Ezra do that to you?”

  Chapter Three

  “Fuck,” she whispered, then shot a sideways glance at Bo.

  His shoulders were hunched. His hands planted on his knees. “Don’t look at me. You wanted this.”

  “I never thought…” Suddenly ashamed, her gaze dropped. “Guess I didn’t think at all.”

  “Want me to stop?” Josh asked. By now his expression had lost all humor, even his perpetual smirk had tightened.

  “I ache,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

  Josh bent closer. “Wanna be fucked?”

  She nodded, her mouth dry as dust.

  “Too bad.” He ducked toward her pussy, and his tongue slipped out and licked her from the bottom of her folds to the top, giving her clit an unsatisfying lap. “Ah hell.” He bent closer and buried his face between her legs, his whisker-roughened chin driving into her folds, his nose nudging the hardening knot.

  Shanna clamped her thighs around his head, dug her fingers into his hair and pulled as she curved to press her sex harder against his mouth.

  Josh chuckled then concentrated his efforts around the turgid little knot at the top of her folds while Cade continued to tug her curls. Josh latched his lips around the sensitive knot, teethed it gently then suckled it hard before pulling back. But he wasn’t done. Pressing two fingers against it, he swirled them around and around, giving her a devilish, dark l
ook.

  Half crazed with his teasing, she couldn’t hold back the moan scratching at her throat. Her body convulsed, beginning the spiral.

  He lifted away his fingers. “Not so quick.”

  “God, why not?” she gasped. “I was almost there.”

  “The longer I make you wait, the better it’ll be. Promise.”

  “Don’t care,” she snarled. “Wanna come now.”

  The men laughed, low and dirty. Josh cupped his fingers together and swatted her pussy, the sharp slap landing on her clit.

  Shanna jerked inside Ezra’s hold. He hugged her closer and bit her earlobe.

  Cade slid his free hand beneath her butt and curved his fingers, sliding them into the crevice that separated her cheeks. When he grazed the tiny hole, she froze and tried to turn her face, but Ezra bit harder. “No,” he whispered. “No hidin’, baby.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  Josh thrust two fingers inside her pussy and twisted them, coming out with slick fingertips that he used to paint her lips. “You’re lyin’. Taste your lies?”

  “Bastard,” she said, groaning again as Cade inserted one finger into her ass and twirled it in her hole.

  She clamped the delicate muscles hard around the digit, trying to eject him, but he continued to roll it, gently, slowly, teasing her into relaxing. Her hips began to dance again, up and down, dragging on his finger. “Wrong, so wrong,” she whispered.

  Josh shushed her and drove his two digits into her pussy again, fucking her with them, in and out, while Cade swirled.

  The sensations—the burning ache behind, the juicy heat in front—were tightening the tension in her core.

  Ezra pinched a nipple and bit her ear again.

  Josh kissed her clit while he fingered her. “Come for us. Do it now.” Then he latched onto her clit and drove three fingers deep.

  Shanna’s back bowed, and she gave a strangled scream. The tension uncurled in one prolonged explosion that froze every muscle and forced the air from her lungs. She jerked and gasped at the end, then collapsed, drawing in deep breaths through her mouth, her eyelids fluttering down then squeezing tight because she wanted to protect herself from all the interested gazes cataloguing every response.

  The two men playing below petted her gently, raking fingers through the down covering her mound, stroking her flanks.

  Shanna gave a shuddering groan and was surprised by a nearly silent sob that shook her chest.

  Ezra released her lobe. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Shhhhh…”

  She turned her head to the side, rubbing her cheek against his bare chest.

  Cade’s fingers withdrew from her rear hole, and he walked away. Josh kissed her clit and slowly pulled his fingers free.

  Something warm and rough rubbed between her legs, and she felt the swipes of a washcloth, cleaning between her legs then slipping beneath her. Not until the cloth finished did she open her eyes.

  Apparently satisfied, Cade tossed the cloth away and sat on the concrete beside the chair. He ruffled the hair sticking to her cheek. “What do you think, Shanna? Will you let us play some more?”

  She laughed and groaned, wanting to hide her face. But really, they’d seen everything, hadn’t they?

  The men chuckled.

  “What about you, Bo?” Ezra said, his voice rumbling pleasantly beneath her cheek.

  She’d forgotten Bo was there, watching. Lord, what had it looked like to him? She’d come completely undone, surrounded by men, every orifice teased and filled at some point.

  “I say we move inside,” Bo said quietly. “Need something soft under us. And enough room to really get down to business.”

  Down to business. She turned toward him and stared. His face was tight, red blotches in the center of his cheeks, his eyes hot and hard.

  Had he changed his mind? Did he think she was a whore like her mother now?

  Josh pushed off his knees and followed Cade inside. Ezra gently leaned her forward and slid from behind her, leaving her alone with Bo.

  She stayed silent, her gaze sliding away to stare at the edge of the pool.

  Bo stood, his hands wiping down the outside of his thighs, but not speaking.

  She didn’t wait for him to decide he’d seen enough and leave. She rolled off the lounger, took two steps and dove into the pool, skimming along the bottom and kicking to put as much distance between herself and him as she could. When she surfaced, she shot up, gripped the edge of the far end of the pool and leaned her forehead against the rough concrete rim.

  Footsteps trailed the pool, boots clomping closer. Hands cupped her shoulders then slid beneath her armpits. Bo lifted her from the water and set her on her feet in front of him. “Do you wanna leave?”

  Water sluiced down her body and a gentle breeze caused her to shiver. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

  “It’s a yes or a no. Pretty damn simple.”

  “It’s a helluva lot more complicated than that.”

  His fingers combed back her wet hair then gripped it to tilt her head. His expression was so hard she almost didn’t recognize him—except for the heat in his green eyes.

  “Do you wanna fuck us?” he asked, his voice gruff. “All of us?”

  She shoved at his chest. “What’s this all about? You proving to me that I’m just like my mama? Or do you want me to quit, back down now and choose you? Because that won’t change a thing, Bo. I’m still leaving.”

  His eyebrows lowered into a furious scowl, a look he’d never worn around her before. “You’re not a thing like your mama,” he whispered furiously. “You don’t fuck the one who can give you the most money or the better cars. You fuck because you’re a healthy, sexual creature—and you’re here because you’re curious. I’m all right with that. I’ve pussy-footed around you since we were teenagers, never pushing you for more than you were comfortable giving, but I’m tellin’ you now—I think you’re a coward, Shanna. You want this. You want me. And you want to be used, to be commanded—you’re dyin’ to be taken.”

  Her mouth dried. “I thought I knew you.”

  “You do, deep inside. It’s why you cut me off, why you try to stay away from me—because I know the woman you keep hidden deep inside.” Shanna pushed him again, but he caught her hands and slid his fingers around her slender wrists, like steel cuffs. “I’ve been your friend. I’ve spent more time alone with you than any other person, including your kin. That doesn’t mean I see you as my friend or as my little sister. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was old enough to know what to do with my dick. I’ve wanted to call you mine even longer than that.”

  She tugged at her wrists, her body bumping against his, but he didn’t budge. “If that’s true then why did you do this? Why offer me this?”

  “Because I want you to know how sexy you really are—and that it’s okay to experiment.” Bo slid a thigh between her legs, the coarse material chafing her pussy. “Me tellin’ you it’s okay isn’t gonna make you believe it. So fuck them, blow them. Prove to yourself that you have it in you, that you’re ready to explore everything you’re capable of.”

  Shanna quivered against him, her breaths shortening. She’d never seen him this angry. Never thought him capable of manhandling her. When his thigh rubbed against her crotch, she stopped fighting him and settled onto it, welcoming the scrape against her tender flesh.

  Bo crowded even closer, mashing her breasts against his chest. With his mouth hovering over hers, he whispered, “When you’re done, I’ll still be here. That’s something you need to learn about me. I’m not in it for what I can get from you, Shanna. I’m not in it to make you mine. I’m here because I love you.”

  Shanna froze. Her gaze locked with his. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. He’d said it. She wanted him to take it back.

  Shanna didn’t know why those three words infuriated her so much, but her skin heated, this time not because of arousal or embarrassment. She shoved her chest against his, pushing him. “Fuck you,
” she whispered. “You can’t go changing on me. Fuck you to hell.”

  His hands tightened again; his jaw clenched. “I’m already there, baby.”

  Tears blurred his face and she blinked them away. “Then why do you put up with me? This isn’t good for you. I’m not good for you.”

  Bo’s eyes closed, so did his expression. “You ready to go inside?” He dropped his hands and backed up.

  She spun around and walked on shaking legs toward the glass doors, determined to show him just how unsuitable she was. She slammed open the doors and entered the air-conditioned house. The cool air raised gooseflesh as soon as it sifted across her skin.

  A shower sounded from deep inside the house, and she followed the noise, trailing down a hallway and into a large bedroom, Bo walking slowly behind her.

  Inside the room, Josh lay on a king-sized bed, his blond hair wet, a towel wrapped around his hips.

  Cade stepped out of the bathroom with a towel draped over his shoulders. He grinned at her and reached up to rub his head, drying his curls.

  Which left Ezra in the shower. Giving Bo a scathing glance, she stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

  She could see the older brother’s tall, broad frame through the clear glass of the shower door, his arms raised and his hands buried in his hair. Long ropes of soap slid over his back and along the curve of his tight, round buttocks. She opened the door and waited.

  He glanced over his shoulder. “You two get it all worked out?”

  “Hardly,” she said, wrapping her arms over her middle. “He wants me to fuck you all to prove I’m sexual.” She left out the part where Bo said he loved her, because she couldn’t cope with it. Not right now. Not staring at Ezra Kinzie’s hard-muscled body.

  “Not the smoothest thing he could have said to a woman.” His glance slid down, pausing on her legs. “I don’t think you have a thing to prove.”

  “Why do you think he’s doing this?”

  Ezra shook his head. “He told you.”

  “It’s bullshit. He ruined everything. He changed on me.”

  Ezra’s expression didn’t reveal a thing he was thinking as he studied her face.