Delaney Fever

Brooklyn

 

 

 

DELANEY’S STORY, HER LOSS, hit me right in the gut.

Beaten by her husband? What kind of sick, psychopathic bastard did that to a woman—any woman—let alone his wife? The scum-sucking fucker wasn’t fit to breathe the same goddamn air as Delaney, and if I ever came face to face with him I’d show him how it felt to be at the mercy of someone stronger.

She’d lost her baby because of him. I’d had a hard time staying strong and not breaking down when she’d told me, because that was just . . . shit. I couldn’t even imagine what she’d lived through, with absolutely no support. Not from her mother. Not from the fucking police.

And here she was, more than a survivor. Winning at not just the game, but life, after everything she’d endured.

Fierce, brave, in-your-face, and doing it her own way.

But then . . . stealing my hat and planting it on her head before tempting me to chase her.

Shit.

Fearless, brave, strong, and . . . flirty. Not to mention wet. I popped a boner as soon as I saw her with water dripping down her collarbone, sucking her shirt to her braless tits. Wet T-shirt contest much? And she knew it, too. She stood before me like a goddamn glowing Amazon.

I’d barely been able to pack up the picnic, stow our stuff away, and hoist her onto Cinnamon’s saddle, my hands—my steadfast hands—frigging shaking by the possible promise of what lay ahead.

I tried not to read into what she meant by me taking her back to my house. I refused to have expectations. My cock didn’t have any such problems, though. The dick in question was solely focused on Delaney. Cold wet jeans didn’t even have a negative affect on my heavy hard-on.

When we reached my place, I helped her off the mare. I sent her inside so she could dry off, and so I could put up the horses without being tormented by her hard nipples begging for my mouth.

Of course I stood in the door to watch her ass as she walked away.

She knew. She had to. Her hips swayed. She flicked her braid over her shoulder and started loosening it. And when she hit the steps, she began pulling up her shirt.

I lurched back, my eyes cranking closed.

Beating feet back to the horses, I started loosening Jester’s hackamore. “Lord, give me strength.”

Using his velvety nose, he tried to push me away because he wanted to get his own sniff on with Cinnamon.

“Fat lotta fucking help you are,” I grumbled as I removed all the tack, checked his hooves for any stray rocks then brushed him down.

Every time I blocked his line of vision to the mare, he stamped his hooves impatiently.

Yeah, he just wanted to mount her. I knew that feeling.

Leading him to his stall, I said, “Eat your damn oats. If I’m not gettin’ any neither are you.”

Baleful whinny.

“It’s all about respecting the women, my man.”

And dying from extreme levels of horniness.

After taking care of Cinnamon, I carried the picnic stuff up to the house. My shirt had begun to dry, and I unbuttoned it. Couldn’t wait to get the stiff jeans off, though. Especially as the wet material was crowding my cock.

I found Delaney in the living room, standing at the bank of windows that overlooked the waterway. She was drying her loosened black hair with one towel, another wrapped around her bare body.

Jesus Christ.

I rubbed a hand across my chest, staring at her like a starving man.

She turned slowly, letting the towel at her hair slip to the floor. The evening sky framing her started twinkling with bright stars.

The more stunning view was Delaney herself.

I tried to make my frigging voice work, but all I wanted to do was rush across the floor and slam my lips to hers especially when she picked up my Stetson from where it rested on the couch and slanted it on her head.

Gulp.

I swallowed, swallowed hard. “I see you found a towel.”

Could be a fucking hand towel for all it covered. Maybe it just looked so small because her body was so long—legs up to there and shoulders and arms and cleavage and tits and . . .

Tell you one thing, my wet jeans were beginning to chafe my goddamn unflagging dick.

I dropped my hand to the side, and Delaney sauntered closer. Her gaze locked on mine—the tawny depths of her eyes mesmerizing. She reached out, her fingers skimming through the hair on my chest to my abs and dangerously close to the bulge straining just below the belt buckle.

“I can get you some of my sweats and—”

“Or not.” And right there in the middle of my living room, she dropped the towel.

Holy. Fuck.

Giving me a slow wink, she pulled down the brim of my Stetson. “I think I’ll keep this on.”

Instant extra jolt of arousal.

Delaney naked with my Stetson on. Fuck me.

I could do nothing but stare. High tits, a nice handful. Nipples dusky rose and pebbled. The damp hair to the middle of her back and the tiny strip of black hair just above her . . .

I scooped her up and instantly latched my lips to hers. Her moan eased into my mouth along with her tongue I ferociously teased. My hand at her neck, I angled her better, kissed her more greedily.

Warmth. Warmth everywhere. Her bare body, drool-worthy tits, the long slim legs all cradled against me.

Breaking the kiss with a groan, I rushed from the room and thundered up the stairs.

“Your hat!” she exclaimed as the Stetson flew from her head.

“Don’t care about the damn hat.”

“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly.

“Thought I’d like to fuck you on my bed instead of in the middle of the living room the first time. But we can fix that later.”

“Beds are overrated.”

I halted at the top of the landing. “You’re right.”

Sliding Delaney to her feet, I backed her up against the wall.

“What are you—”

I dipped my head and sucked one delicious nipple into my mouth.

“Ohhh!” Her hands clutched my hair as I licked around the soft peak.

Skimming my lips through her cleavage, I toyed with the other nipple, washing it with my tongue over and over. Until Delaney cupped her tit and fed it into my mouth. Her back arched when I drew back, letting the glistening swollen bud pop from my lips.

Kneeling, I traced my tongue down her flat tummy, feeling the tremors in her body. When I looked up, her head was thrown back, her eyes fluttered closed.

“Jesus,” I murmured in a guttural tone.

Her pussy shined, already slick. The thin landing strip led to the tiny button of her clit, pushing from the hood.

“Gotta eat you now.” I prodded her thighs farther apart, grasped her ass in my hands, and lightly drew my tongue along her slit.

“Brooks!” She hissed in a breath.

I laved at her, flattening my tongue, sliding it from the bottom of her wet cunt then up and over the hood of her clit.

“Oh, please. Please.” Her fingers twisted in my hair.

I kept up the slow tease, never touching the place she wanted me sucking most. Eating her pussy, tonguing inside her, tasting her essence, watching her swell.

Listening to her desperate moans.

Even more juicy, her breathing ragged, her cunt lips engorged.

I growled once then attacked her with my whole face.

“Oh God. Oh God!”

My beard rubbed against her wet heat, my nose, my lips, my teeth. I traced every part of her then pumped two fingers inside. I circled her clit with the soft hair at my chin.

“Yes!” Crushing me to her, she rocked into my mouth.

I stopped just long enough to ask, “You like the beard, huh?”

“Make me come. Make me come.”

Chuckling, I finally gave her what she wanted. My pointed tongue darted at her clit, again, again, again. I drove a slick finger inside her, circling and pulling out, circling and pulling out.

When I yanked on her ass and filled my mouth with all of her, she shrieked.

The hot wet pulsations inside her clamped down on my fingers. Her thighs shook. Her body froze. I raised my eyes to the most glorious sight I’d ever seen—Delaney coming apart, coming on my mouth.

I held her up with my hands, slowing my strokes, softening my tongue, kissing her with my lips. I wanted to eat her pussy for hours. Put it on my damn meal plan. But the rock hard cock in my still-goddamn-damp jeans had other ideas.

I rose, pulling her into my body, and she shuddered, her arms clasped around my neck.

“Like that, Delaney?” I asked, grinding against her because if I didn’t get some relief soon I’d bust my nut all over my jeans.

“You almost made me fall over, asshole.” She slanted a satisfied smile at me.

Lifting her legs around my waist, I grinned down at her. “You weren’t complaining, baby.”

She kissed my throat, just below the line where my beard ended. “Mmm. I don’t think I’d ever complain about what you just did to me.”

An electric jolt rippled through my body as she sucked and licked the most sensitive skin on my neck. But I wasn’t about to forget all the shit Delaney had gone through with that piss poor excuse of a wasband.

Inside my room, I set her on the bed then tried to tear my eyes away from just how fucking amazing she looked, reclining there, body glowing, bare and possibly all mine.

At that moment I thanked fuck I still had my jeans on because if my cock had been swinging free I’d have jumped on her and thrust into her hard with no second thoughts.

As it was I took one last look before pacing away.

“Brooks?”

Damn my eyes, I glanced back.

She was on her knees, that sinful bod singing to me, the sight of her dips and curves almost shredding the last of my willpower.

I tempered my need. “Are you sure about this?”

Leaving the bed, she walked toward me. “Do you take me for the kind of woman who doesn’t know what she wants?”

My gaze darted to her luscious pouty lips, my fists balled at my sides. I was throbbing inside and out. “No but after what you told me—”

“This is you and me, Brooks. It has nothing to do with that.”

My nostrils flared. I smelled her heat. My jaw clenched. I still tasted her on my tongue.

I maintained the smallest distance from her, aching in every single muscle of my body to ride her harder, longer, better than any man she’d ever had.

“Then I want you to know I stopped fucking around the first day I saw you.”

“Ahhh.” Delaney’s fingertip touched my neck before travelling in a meandering path down my pecs and onto my flexing abs. “There’s that romantic I mentioned earlier.”

I almost blushed, but apparently all the blood in my body had rushed down to my cock so that didn’t happen. “Never said I was good with words. But you won’t be able to doubt my hands after tonight.”

Delaney stood so close all those naked naughty curves grazed against me. “I never had any doubt about your hands.”