knees. With entering her on a single, desperate thrust.
Everything he desired was here. Surrounding him, beneath him. Silver eyes. A cloud of red hair. A smart, lush mouth. “I want more, Moira,” he whispered. More days like these. More endless hours of pleasure followed by lazy respite. With her.
“I want everything you have to give,” she whispered back. “Now give me your cock.”
“You still in charge?”
She gave him a trembling smile. “No. Sir.”
Coop cut off his engine and stared at the firehouse. Through the open doors, he watched as his friends from the previous shift slapped shoulders and bumped fists with those coming to relieve them. No longer did he feel the dread that had dogged him since the day Danny died. Sure, he missed him, and he made a silent vow to stop in and check on Melody tomorrow after his shift ended. Danny would remain a part of his past. He’d see his family was well taken care of.
But right now, he enjoyed the quiet inside him. He felt strangely at peace. He climbed out of his car and reached behind his seat for his duffel filled with fresh clothing. Rather than approaching the open bay, he headed to a side door, wanting the quiet to last just a few minutes more.
His body was relaxed, loose-limbed. He smiled at the memory of the way Moira had wound herself around him to hold him when the alarm had gone off inside her bedroom. “I’m not ready,” she’d groaned. “One more day.”
“We have many more days,” he’d promised, giving her a kiss goodbye.
Inside, he headed straight to the locker room. His glance snagged on the locker beside his, but this time, he didn’t feel a fresh cut. The new guy, Harris, could take the locker. He’d wish him well. He just hoped the rookie had a little horse sense and wouldn’t need to be watched 24/7 just to keep him alive.
A hand reached out and lifted the latch of Danny’s locker.
Coop cut a sideways glance and met a steady stare from a man a little older than he’d expected. And from the tattoo on his arm, he was ex-military, like a lot of new recruits. Men came from active duty still feeling the need to serve, but in a different way. Closer to home.
Coop was okay with that. He lifted his chin toward the locker. “You have big shoes to fill.”
“So I hear,” Harris said, a glint of challenge in his eyes.
Coop cleared his throat. “Danny Truitt was my best friend. He’s missed. Has a wife and a kid on the way.”
“I’d like to meet her. See if there’s anything I can do to help…mow her yard, get her groceries.”
“The wives organize support. But we can check in on her and I’ll introduce you.” Coop lifted his hand.
Harris’s strong grip squeezed his knuckles, but Coop could only smile. He wondered if Purcell would be shocked when he called and asked for an appointment. Maybe he was ready to talk after all. Let go of the past. Clear his mind and his heart to make more room for another friend. “Welcome to Firehouse 69, Harris.”
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Saddled
Stone’s Embrace
Undeniable
Lone Star Lovers
Unbridled
Unforgiven
Four Sworn
Breaking Leather
A Four-Gone Conclusion
Reined In
Delta Heat
Five Ways ’Til Sunday
Fournicopia
A Perfect Trifecta
Twice the Bang
The TripleHorn Brand
Laying Down the Law
In Too Deep
A Long, Hot Summer
Beaux Rêve Coven
Once in a Blue Moon
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Sweeter Than Honey
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Twice the Bang
© 2013 Delilah Devlin
Delta Heat, Book 4
Beau McIntyre has had his eye on Pansy Patton for a while. But after their friends’ coming out party—where Pansy wears nothing but a sexy smile—Beau isn’t the only one jockeying for the best view of her pretty backside. Realizing it was a mistake to opt for a drawn-out seduction, Beau plans on staking his claim.
Billy Sorenson knows he’s out of his league with a submissive like Pansy, but it was lust at first sight. Now he’ll do
Everything he desired was here. Surrounding him, beneath him. Silver eyes. A cloud of red hair. A smart, lush mouth. “I want more, Moira,” he whispered. More days like these. More endless hours of pleasure followed by lazy respite. With her.
“I want everything you have to give,” she whispered back. “Now give me your cock.”
“You still in charge?”
She gave him a trembling smile. “No. Sir.”
Coop cut off his engine and stared at the firehouse. Through the open doors, he watched as his friends from the previous shift slapped shoulders and bumped fists with those coming to relieve them. No longer did he feel the dread that had dogged him since the day Danny died. Sure, he missed him, and he made a silent vow to stop in and check on Melody tomorrow after his shift ended. Danny would remain a part of his past. He’d see his family was well taken care of.
But right now, he enjoyed the quiet inside him. He felt strangely at peace. He climbed out of his car and reached behind his seat for his duffel filled with fresh clothing. Rather than approaching the open bay, he headed to a side door, wanting the quiet to last just a few minutes more.
His body was relaxed, loose-limbed. He smiled at the memory of the way Moira had wound herself around him to hold him when the alarm had gone off inside her bedroom. “I’m not ready,” she’d groaned. “One more day.”
“We have many more days,” he’d promised, giving her a kiss goodbye.
Inside, he headed straight to the locker room. His glance snagged on the locker beside his, but this time, he didn’t feel a fresh cut. The new guy, Harris, could take the locker. He’d wish him well. He just hoped the rookie had a little horse sense and wouldn’t need to be watched 24/7 just to keep him alive.
A hand reached out and lifted the latch of Danny’s locker.
Coop cut a sideways glance and met a steady stare from a man a little older than he’d expected. And from the tattoo on his arm, he was ex-military, like a lot of new recruits. Men came from active duty still feeling the need to serve, but in a different way. Closer to home.
Coop was okay with that. He lifted his chin toward the locker. “You have big shoes to fill.”
“So I hear,” Harris said, a glint of challenge in his eyes.
Coop cleared his throat. “Danny Truitt was my best friend. He’s missed. Has a wife and a kid on the way.”
“I’d like to meet her. See if there’s anything I can do to help…mow her yard, get her groceries.”
“The wives organize support. But we can check in on her and I’ll introduce you.” Coop lifted his hand.
Harris’s strong grip squeezed his knuckles, but Coop could only smile. He wondered if Purcell would be shocked when he called and asked for an appointment. Maybe he was ready to talk after all. Let go of the past. Clear his mind and his heart to make more room for another friend. “Welcome to Firehouse 69, Harris.”
Look for these titles by Delilah Devlin
Now Available:
Saddled
Stone’s Embrace
Undeniable
Lone Star Lovers
Unbridled
Unforgiven
Four Sworn
Breaking Leather
A Four-Gone Conclusion
Reined In
Delta Heat
Five Ways ’Til Sunday
Fournicopia
A Perfect Trifecta
Twice the Bang
The TripleHorn Brand
Laying Down the Law
In Too Deep
A Long, Hot Summer
Beaux Rêve Coven
Once in a Blue Moon
Coming Soon:
Sweeter Than Honey
Who says it’s better to share your toys?
Twice the Bang
© 2013 Delilah Devlin
Delta Heat, Book 4
Beau McIntyre has had his eye on Pansy Patton for a while. But after their friends’ coming out party—where Pansy wears nothing but a sexy smile—Beau isn’t the only one jockeying for the best view of her pretty backside. Realizing it was a mistake to opt for a drawn-out seduction, Beau plans on staking his claim.
Billy Sorenson knows he’s out of his league with a submissive like Pansy, but it was lust at first sight. Now he’ll do
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