Tags:
Erótica,
Western,
Texas,
alpha male,
Erotic Romance,
Cowboys,
Delilah Devlin,
Myla Jackson,
saloon girls,
masquerade,
ugly stick saloon,
barroom brawl,
boots and chaps
fatigue fading in
a flash as the man in the black suit with the yellow rose stepped
into view, the black cloth mask still in place, hiding his face
from view. "You."
A smile quirked on the corners of his lips
as he plucked the rose from his lapel and drew it down over her
eyelids and across her lips.
Charli closed her eyes, her heart skipping
several beats, breathing lodging in her throat as she sat frozen to
her seat, unable to move or protest the tender assault.
"We've missed you," he whispered.
Chapter Four
Her mouth opened on a gasp and he claimed
her lips. Eyes wide now, Charli pulled back, her gaze rising over
the stranger's shoulder to see three other men, all identically
dressed, each sporting a yellow rose on his lapel. One by one, the
men paraded in front of her, trailing their rose across her cheek,
her neck, her shoulder.
When they stepped back, Original Sin trailed
his rose across the tops of her breasts. "Did you miss us?"
Fully prepared to say no, Charli's mouth
opened and nothing came out. She knew Connor was the sure thing,
the man a woman could bet her life on—a man a woman could count on
to love, honor and commit. Whereas, the men standing in front of
her, looking so incredibly sexy, made her so hot with the
possibilities, she couldn't work words past her throat.
"I'll take that as a yes." He held out his
hand.
Charli placed hers in his and allowed him to
pull her to her feet and into his arms.
"I've longed to hold you, to kiss you and to
witness the ecstasy in your face as we make love to you."
She swallowed hard, pushing words past her
constricted throat. "All of you?"
He smiled. "All of us."
"I'm only on break for fifteen minutes." She
glanced at the watch on her wrist. "Make that ten."
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest,
reverberating through hers. "What more do we need?" He lifted her
skirt, his hands sliding beneath to cup her ass.
In the back of her mind, Charli knew this
was all wrong. Connor would never understand. Any relationship
she'd hoped to have with him would be beyond repair if she let
Original Sin do all the naughty things his gaze told her he would
do in just under ten minutes.
No matter how wrong, Charli couldn't say no,
couldn't tell him and his buddies to take a hike, couldn't resist
the lure of all four men making love to her in the storeroom, fast
and furious.
"What if someone enters?" she asked.
"The door's locked." He lifted her legs to
wrap around his waist and he nodded at the man who'd moved behind
her. "Unlace her."
"Do you know how hard it is to get into this
thing?" Was that really her breathless voice? She should be telling
these men to leave, not arguing about how difficult it would be to
get dressed in the limited amount of time.
With four tall, handsome men filling what
little empty space was available in the storeroom, Charli barely
had air to breathe.
Then Original Sin slid a finger past the
thong of her panties and into her creaming pussy and that's all it
took.
Charli's sex drive shot from nil to max in a
nano-second, her resistance flying out the door. She tightened her
legs around Original Sin's waist and clung as his fingers thrust
into her again and again. Then he eased her away from his body.
Two of the men slid alongside Charli ducking
beneath her arms, each taking a thigh to spread her legs.
Original Sin tapped her clit with the juices
he'd acquired from his foray into her vagina, smearing the liquid
over her bud, stroking in long languid strokes.
"Faster."
"Say please."
"Faster, please, damn it," she said through
gritted teeth.
His finger paused. "You're a wild and wicked
lover, Charli, worthy of many long, hot nights in bed."
Charli bucked, arching toward that magic
finger. "Don't tease me. I'm so close."
He stroked her again, drawing all the
sensations to the very tip of her clit, then leaving her hanging,
high and unsatisfyingly dry.
"You're kidding, right?" With her skirt
hiked up around her waist, her corset hanging down so
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