A Four-Gone Conclusion: Lone Star Lovers, Book 5 by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online

and opened it a crack, keeping his hand on the knob.
    The twins stood in the hallway. Jason raised the bottle of fragrant oil Killian had told them to find under his bathroom sink—a chore to get them out of the room for a minute, Killian had said, because Johnny looked ready for a fight the minute Ellie had escaped into the bathroom.
    Johnny wanted nothing more than to slam the door in his brothers’ grinning faces, but he opened it wider, admitting them. Killian had said she wanted this. To be the object of their combined attentions. A favorite fantasy of hers.
    He’d never have guessed she’d want that. Not in a million years. In fact, he’d thought up until the moment she’d called Cindy Luckadoo, saying she wouldn’t be in the next day, that she’d insist on going home.
    The twins strode inside, barefoot and shirtless like Killian.
    Johnny had yet to shed even his boots, unsure whether he could be in the same room when things went down. The thought of all the others swarming her made him feel ill at ease. Not because he really thought it was sordid, but because he was unsure he’d have what it took to enter the play. He’d never done anything like this, never even watched a porno movie to see what a ménage scene looked like. Not that he didn’t understand how it could work.
    He leaned against the wall again and eased his legs a little wider. His cock was hard, but crammed against his leg. His balls felt heavy. From the glint of humor in Killian’s eyes, he knew exactly what was bothering him.
    Johnny schooled his face into an implacable mask, determined not to give way beneath his brother’s amusement.
    The water stopped.
    All the Logan brothers’ gazes swung to the door.
    Several long moments later, the door opened, releasing fragrant, steamy air.
    Johnny inhaled the sweet, apple scent of her as Ellie stepped into the room, a towel tucked under her armpits.
    Her gaze went to the three near the bed, then swung, searching the room until she glanced slightly behind her and found him. He stared back, catching a look of panic in her wide eyes, but before he could react, she broke with his glance and turned toward the bed.
    Her chest rose; a deep breath blew between her pursed lips. “Well, boys,” she said, her voice slightly husky, “you’re the experts. Someone gonna show me how this works?”
    That her thoughts were so close to his own almost made him smile. She wasn’t as self-possessed as she’d like to pretend. The hand clenched at the closure of the towel betrayed her nervousness.
    Johnny pushed away from the wall and walked up behind her, settling his hands gently on her shoulders.
    She gave a little jerk then a short gusting laugh. “Guess I’m nervous,” she whispered.
    He leaned toward her ear. “Me too.”
    “I’m gonna make an ass of myself with an audience watching.”
    “Not possible,” he muttered. Nuzzling through wet strands of hair, he kissed the side of her neck.
    A delicate shiver slid over her warm, damp skin. “Killian promised to keep things from getting too out of hand,” she said, her breaths shallow.
    His fingers tightened their hold, and he swallowed hard. “You have any bad moments, all you have to do is say uncle and we stop.”
    “You’re all right with this?”
    He didn’t answer. He wasn’t. Not really. But this wasn’t about him. He let his hands slide over her breasts, gently pushing away the fingers clutching the towel. Then he pulled the edges, opening it, exposing her to his brothers’ avid stares.
    His glance left the view of her pretty pink nipples to give a warning to his brothers. But not a one offered a dirty comment.
    The twins’ gazes raked her frame, their bodies tensing. For once, all humor erased from their expressions.
    Killian’s eyes narrowed as he looked. He turned on the bed, dropping his legs over the edge, and stood. He strode toward her, his hands lifting when he was right in front of her to cup her face. He bent toward her and