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

gave her a soft kiss then raised his head to look at Johnny. “This is about her.”
    Johnny gave a sharp nod then stepped back, taking the towel.
    The others had seen more of her than he had, but this view of her backside was just about perfect. Her frame was small, her waist deeply indented over pretty, flaring hips. Her buttocks were lush and round—heart-shaped, he thought, struggling to find words to catalog her attributes. Her legs weren’t all that long, but were firm and smooth—they’d be strong enough to ride a man’s hips when he went wild.
    Killian lifted her hand and pulled her toward the bed.
    Her buttocks jiggled a little with her stiff-legged gate, but she followed him, letting him lead her to the twins. When he dropped her hand, he stepped back, returning to take up a position next to Johnny as the twins moved in, sandwiching her between their naked chests.
    She faced Mace. “Which one are you?”
    The corners of Mace’s mouth kicked up.
    Johnny cussed softly. She was about to have sex with the twins but couldn’t even tell them apart.
    Jason’s hands slipped around her belly and moved up to cup her breasts. “Mace is the biggest idiot. Me not as much.”
    “That’s true,” Killian murmured.
    Johnny grunted, watching the way her nipples beaded as Jason toggled them with his thumbs.
    Mace grabbed her hand and led it to the waistband of his jeans. “It’s all yours if you’ve got the guts.”
    Ellie lifted her chin with a soft, feminine snort. She opened his pants then spread the sides open to reveal the tip of his cock. But then her hands smoothed around his body and sank beneath the waist to cup his buttocks.
    Mace rose on his tiptoes and chuckled as she did whatever she was doing—caressing his butt? Her gaze never left his brother’s as she withdrew. Then she gripped the waistband and shoved the jeans down to his thighs.
    Johnny tried to avoid staring at his brother’s dick, but her fingers wrapped right around it, gliding up and down his shaft.
    Color seeped into her cheeks. Her mouth parted around a shaky breath.
    “Any complaints?” Mace’s voice was silky and low.
    Johnny’s own breath caught at her expression. This was the moment, he knew it, when she’d embrace the challenge or back away.
    Her eyelids fluttered down then blinked rapidly. She tilted her chin and gave Mace’s cock another slow stroke. “No complaints,” she said, her tone smoky.
    Jason chuckled behind her and dropped his hands. He shoved down his jeans and stepped on them as he freed his feet. Then he spun her to face him while his brother ditched his pants too.
    Jason gripped her ass and raised her off her feet. Her legs dangled for a moment, then rose to hug his waist.
    Johnny felt his whole body tighten at the intimacy of the embrace, jealous as never before because he hadn’t been the first to feel that grip.
    Jason turned to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, carrying her with him to the center of the bed. When she released him, lowering her legs to rest on the mattress, her sex was open. Jason’s gaze dropped.
    Johnny wished it was him looking there. He’d do a sight more than just stare.
    “Jason,” she whispered, a knee rising and turning inward, but halted by his thigh.
    “That’s right,” Jason said, combing his fingertips through the pale hair covering her mound. “But do you really want to be able to tell us apart?”
    “Shouldn’t I?” White teeth bit into her bottom lip.
    “Isn’t it more fun to guess?”
    Mace snagged the bottle of oil and climbed onto the mattress beside his brother. “Don’t get too far ahead. We promised a massage.”
    “Jesus,” she breathed. “I’m not sure I’ll survive it.”
    “Why’s that, sweetheart?”
    “Because I’m already…”
    “Wet?” Jason trailed a fingertip down her folds.
    “That too. Was gonna say shaking.” Her arms landed on the mattress, fingers sinking into the bedding as her back arched slightly in response to the