From NEW YORK TIMES Bestselling and Award-Winning Author Delilah Devlin
After leaving him at the altar, a headstrong bride is captured by her cowboy and taught the pleasure of sensual discipline...
Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published in the Cowboy Lust anthology, and has been revised. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
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Excerpt:
His head canted. "What's your game now, Sammi Jo?"
"I don't know. You're the one who changed the rules," she said, raising her bound hand.
He blinked once then lowered his eyelids. "Maybe, for once, I wanted you to see me, Sammi Jo. The real me."
His statement so closely echoed her own thoughts, her breath paused. "The real you? I don't understand."
Jackson bent and skimmed his hands down the outsides of her thighs. Her breaths deepened. When he got to her knees, he tucked his hands between her legs and pushed them apart.
"Jackson?" His name came out in a breathless squeal.
He lowered his body until the hard ridge encased in his Wranglers snuggled against her crotch. One hand slipped beneath her, cupped her, and held her close as he rocked between her legs. He braced himself on one elbow and bent his head to whisper in her ear. "Remember when I made you come like this, grindin' on your pussy?"
She whimpered, because then as now, the friction warmed her sex, split inside her pants.
"I wanted you so bad, I had to jack off before seeing you."
She shook her head. "You never talked like that before."
"I didn't want to shock you." His head lifted. His hard brown gaze bored into hers. "Tell me, baby, did you hold me off because you were worried I'd find out you aren't a virgin?"
His words chilled her instantly like a splash of icy water. She went still and fought the urge to scream, managing instead to give him her coldest stare. "I held you off because I wanted to see if you were man enough to take me."
His hips wedged between her thighs, and he pushed up on both arms to stare down at her. "You shouldn't goad a man when he's hard as a post and not thinkin' with his brain."
"Never took you for a fuckin' genius anyway, Jackson Lowry. Fact is, I was never after your brain."
"What was it you wanted?"
Anger rattled through her, shivering her breaths. Months of frustration coalesced into a single, tormented thought. "I wanted you. Like this. Making me do every nasty thing I'd ever dreamed of."
After leaving him at the altar, a headstrong bride is captured by her cowboy and taught the pleasure of sensual discipline...
Note: This 5000-word short story was previously published in the Cowboy Lust anthology, and has been revised. It may be short in length, but it's not short in passion!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Excerpt:
His head canted. "What's your game now, Sammi Jo?"
"I don't know. You're the one who changed the rules," she said, raising her bound hand.
He blinked once then lowered his eyelids. "Maybe, for once, I wanted you to see me, Sammi Jo. The real me."
His statement so closely echoed her own thoughts, her breath paused. "The real you? I don't understand."
Jackson bent and skimmed his hands down the outsides of her thighs. Her breaths deepened. When he got to her knees, he tucked his hands between her legs and pushed them apart.
"Jackson?" His name came out in a breathless squeal.
He lowered his body until the hard ridge encased in his Wranglers snuggled against her crotch. One hand slipped beneath her, cupped her, and held her close as he rocked between her legs. He braced himself on one elbow and bent his head to whisper in her ear. "Remember when I made you come like this, grindin' on your pussy?"
She whimpered, because then as now, the friction warmed her sex, split inside her pants.
"I wanted you so bad, I had to jack off before seeing you."
She shook her head. "You never talked like that before."
"I didn't want to shock you." His head lifted. His hard brown gaze bored into hers. "Tell me, baby, did you hold me off because you were worried I'd find out you aren't a virgin?"
His words chilled her instantly like a splash of icy water. She went still and fought the urge to scream, managing instead to give him her coldest stare. "I held you off because I wanted to see if you were man enough to take me."
His hips wedged between her thighs, and he pushed up on both arms to stare down at her. "You shouldn't goad a man when he's hard as a post and not thinkin' with his brain."
"Never took you for a fuckin' genius anyway, Jackson Lowry. Fact is, I was never after your brain."
"What was it you wanted?"
Anger rattled through her, shivering her breaths. Months of frustration coalesced into a single, tormented thought. "I wanted you. Like this. Making me do every nasty thing I'd ever dreamed of."
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