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

hers, fluttering her tongue over his bottom lip until he growled and consumed her like a bear dipping into a honey jar. She giggled into his mouth, and he pulled back, making a face. Moonlight shone so bright he could see the gleeful humor digging dimples deep into her cheeks.
    He frowned. “Do you know what it does to a man when he’s balls-deep and the girl starts laughin’?”
    Which only made Shanna laugh harder. “Since you’re not wiltin’ beneath the disrespect, I’m not gonna feel sorry for you.”
    Bo gave a rumbling groan and tunneled deeper into her slick heat, every inch of his dick surrounded by her gently rippling channel. They grew silent, their bodies straining together.
    Then, “You don’t think what they’re doin’ is dirty, do ya?” she asked, her tone far too conversational, considering how much effort he was exuding.
    He knew how her mind worked and what had precipitated this hot little interlude, but he still couldn’t resist the urge to tease. “Who?” he asked, stroking deeper and cupping her butt with his palms as he powered into her.
    “Dani and her two fellas.”
    “Long as they aren’t hurtin’ anyone else, I say let ’em be.”
    “I’m envious as hell,” she groaned.
    “Woman,” he growled. “How the hell can you hold a thought?”
    “I’m a girl. My brains don’t flee south at the first sign of pussy.”
    Bo’s bark of laughter ended in another groan. “Hush. Talk in a minute.”
    “A little overconfident, aren’t you?” she quipped, but she was gasping now too.
    Holding her against him, he rolled.
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    Shanna tossed back her wavy hair and gave him a look that bespoke challenge and arousal. A heady mix as she drove her slender body downward then ground against the crinkly curls at the base of his cock.
    Up again, she went, moonlight gleaming on the sweat coating her small breasts.
    When he’d been a teenager, he’d ogled the women in his daddy’s Playboy s, but he’d been hooked on Shanna’s little “fried eggs” since the first time she’d bared them in a dare. They’d still been middle school virgins.
    “Now, don’t you tease me,” a thirteen-year-old Shanna had whispered, when he’d double-dared her into it, her hands shielding her chest after she’d let him pull her shirt up.
    “Scout’s honor, I won’t,” he’d said, so hard and excited he’d have spent himself in his jeans if she’d so much as rubbed against him.
    Even now, when her hands cupped her little breasts and her eyelids slid closed, he thought her breasts were just about perfect.
    “Ever think about…” She bit her lip and ground down on his cock again, a little faster and harder, and he knew she was still thinking about the trio everyone in Two Mule, Texas couldn’t stop talking about.
    “Ever think about what?”
    Her gaze went skyward. “About doing it with another guy?”
    His derisive snort brought her attention back. He gave her a scowl.
    She snickered. “I didn’t mean it that way. I mean doing a girl with another guy.”
    “Why stop at just two?” he asked, liking the conversation because he’d never seen her so hot, and moisture was seeping faster as she thought about her wicked little fantasy.
    “Lord, Bo,” she moaned, swirling her hips, screwing him sweetly. “You shouldn’t say things like that.
    My legs are shakin’.”
    “Need me to take over?” he murmured.
    “Would you? I know you’ve had a hard day at the ranch, but…”
    “Honey, I’m never too tired for this. Not when it’s you.”
    He could have kicked himself for that last bit. In all the years they’d snuck away to play, he’d never let her see how much she meant to him, sensing she’d shy away like a nervous filly, and he couldn’t have that. If all they ever had was this, this strange, sexy friendship, then he’d savor every minute.
    He rolled with her again, his hands slipping beneath her ass to cup her close. “Now, do you think we