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

slow, intimate caress.
    Johnny glanced at Killian. “We just gonna watch? If so, I’m not stayin’.”
    Killian caught his arm. “Then let’s join them. Bed’s big enough for us all.”
    Killian stripped off his jeans and sauntered naked to the bed, sitting beside her, blocking Johnny’s view of whatever it was he did to Ellie as Mace lifted the bottle and trickled oil over her belly. Her sharp gasp pierced the air, followed by a throaty moan.
    Johnny cursed to himself and toed off his boots, in a hurry now to make sure Ellie was all right with what was happening, and because he didn’t want to miss a thing.
     
     
    Ellie writhed like a wild thing. It was all too much. She said so.
    But the twins chuckled. She’d already forgotten who was where, but one was swirling a finger in her pussy and another was stroking a flat palm over her oily lower belly and mound.
    Killian shushed her, his fingers pinching her nipple harder until she cupped his hand over it and tried to drag it away.
    It was painful, yes, but the sensation pushed her faster toward full-blown arousal than she could handle. She’d thought she could keep her cool, keep control of her body if they’d just give her a little room, a little time to adjust to all the sensations bombarding her. But lord, it was like being in bed with an octupus, too many hands and swirling, pinching fingers.
    And where the hell was Johnny? Had he slammed out of the room in disgust? She gave a jagged sob then felt the mattress dip one more time. Johnny came into view on the side opposite Killian. But he didn’t stop. He pulled her up, then slid behind her, leaning back and taking her against his chest, stretching his long legs to either side of hers as he settled against a mound of pillows.
    A finger tipped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “You get scared, tell me.”
    A man of few words, as always. She nodded, strangely reassured by that fact and by the dark, terrible glitter in his eyes. Christ, would he kiss her again? She wanted the assurance he still wanted her, but he stroked a thumb over her mouth and turned her face again, forcing her to watch as one of the twins came down on his elbows between her legs.
    She squeezed shut her eyes. But the image was already seared in her mind. Men surrounding her, touching her, gliding over her hot skin. She peeked at the man parting her folds, her breath hitching when he pulled upward to expose her clit, then gusting sharply when his tongue darted out and caressed it.
    “Too much?” Killian asked beside her, giving her other nipple a hard tweak followed by a sexy, rasping glide.
    She nodded, incapable of answering. Her whole body was so tense she felt brittle.
    Killian reached between her legs and pulled up one thigh, the twin beside her pulled up the other. They opened her, urging her to bend her knees then pushing them toward her chest where Johnny’s darker hands reached out to slip inside the bend to hold her up and open.
    Her sex was exposed for them all to see, her labia parting, cool air sifting over her slick flesh.
    The twin hovering over her sex stroked his finger over her outer folds, then ran the tip along the furled pink edges of the inner set. When it paused, she mewled.
    His crystal blue gaze rose to find hers staring back. The finger sank inside her and her breath left in a whoosh as he tunneled deep, twisting the digit as he stroked her inner walls. When he glanced across the nerve-rich spot of spongy tissue, he stroked it again. “Found it, didn’t I?” he asked, his voice a low, sexy rumble.
    The scent of her arousal grew richer, stronger as he stroked her intimately, drawing down moisture to coat his fingers, to cause wet, succulent sounds to fill the room.
    Behind her, Johnny’s chest hardened, his heart beat stronger. She rubbed against him like a cat, trying to escape, trying to free her legs—but did she want to close them or widen them farther? She wasn’t sure. She couldn’t think.
    Johnny