Four Sworn: Lone Star Lovers, Book 3 by Delilah Devlin Page A

she’d allow it—seeing as how she was trying to pretend she wasn’t there to spy. “How do you know he knows?”
    “He winked at me.” She lifted her head and gave him a glare.
    Bo suppressed a grin. “You’re really curious about them.”
    She slid her hand down to twist his nipple through his shirt, and he winced.
    “Don’t make fun of me.” She blew out a deep breath, frustration turning down the corners of her mouth. “Most exciting thing to happen around these parts, a real ménage à trois , and I can’t get close enough to see.”

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    “See what?”
    She shrugged. “I’d like to see how they all dance together like that. For starters.”
    Bo chuckled, and then hissed when she twisted his nipple again. He’d be bruised. Worth it, though.
    He’d missed holding her close.
    “Oh hell, they’re leaving. You wanna get outta here?” she whispered.
    Bo grunted and pulled her tall, slender body closer, rubbing his belly against hers. “You want to see if they do it in the parking lot, or are you horny? Thought you said we weren’t gonna do that anymore—use each other.” He ground out the last because the way she’d described their last sexual rendezvous still stuck in his craw.
    Shanna grimaced in dismay but her brown eyes glittered with humor. “Did I make it sound that way?
    I’m sorry,” she said, her tone anything but apologetic. “It’s not that the sex isn’t great, but…”
    He couldn’t help his impatient snort. “I know. You’re blowin’ this town as soon as you have the cash.” Bo turned around on the floor again, fighting her for the lead and winning. He danced them into the darkest corner of the dance floor. “Hell, see what you did now?” he grumbled, pushing her hand down to the front of his blue jeans.
    She cupped his erection, running her palm up and down his length, and then tossed back her dark honey-colored curls. Her laughter was low and dirty. “Guess since it’s my fault, I should do something about it, shouldn’t I?”
    “Promises, promises,” he muttered, acting like he wasn’t so excited his head and heart were pounding faster and heavier than the band. “You bring a purse?”
    “Do I ever?”
    “Then let’s go.”
    He dropped his arms and resisted the urge to snag her hand inside his. They walked out of the bar and into the gravel parking lot, making a beeline for his truck—but not before she’d darted a glance around the rows for the threesome’s vehicle.
    When her shoulders sagged, Bo opened the cab door. “Hop up.”
    As he climbed in behind the steering wheel, she raked a hand through her hair. “We don’t have to go far.”
    “You in a hurry?” He turned the key and the engine rumbled to life, growling like he wanted to. He was pretty sure Shanna was right there with him by the way she clenched together her thighs.
    “Don’t be a shit,” she said, punching his arm.
    He let a grin slide across his face. “Sweetheart, I know just the place.”

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    Bo gave Shanna a quick kiss then slid all the way inside her, sighing as her moist heat enveloped him.
    It had been far too long since the last time she’d succumbed to her natural urges and begged him for a quick
    “dick-fix”.
    Her legs wrapped around his hips and hugged him so hard he had to thrust a couple of times to remind her to give him a little room to move.
    As he got down to work, his cock rocking inside her lava-hot little channel, he blessed his Boy Scout training for his foresight to stuff a thick blanket behind the seat of his truck. It gave him just enough padding beneath his knees to keep him comfortable and to shield Shanna’s back from the cooling metal.
    “This workin’ for ya?” He tried to sound nonchalant when what he really wanted to do was let out a whoop it felt so good.
    She gave him a coy look from beneath her lashes. “You needin’ a little praise?”
    She lifted her head and scooped his mouth with