Her Double Delight (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 1)

He carried her over to the long leather sofa and set her gently down onto the couch. He knelt on the floor and began to remove her heels.

“Hey, I can do that.”

One stern look from him and she closed her mouth and nibbled her bottom lip.

“The faster you get used to BJ and I taking care of you, the less trouble that mouth of yours will get into.”

“Excuse me, but, I never said that I needed taking care of, and what makes you think that I’ll be allowing you and the sheriff to take care of me?”

He stood up and placed his hands on his hips. He was one sexy, fine-looking cowboy, and boy did her body know it.

“Susanna, we’ve been pussyfooting around our feelings for you and yours for us for over a year now. The attraction is mutual and you know it. You’re always working, always too busy to do anything for yourself. Now, if you think my brother and I are going to waste any more time and stand by watching other men want you and try to move in on what’s ours, then you got another thing coming. Now close your eyes, rest a bit, and tell me where you put those painkillers the doctor gave you.”

She took a deep breath and gave him the evil eye, even though her insides wanted to leap with joy at his declaration of affection for her and jealousy about other men. She was acting like a silly schoolgirl with a crush. Except she didn’t have a crush on just one guy but two sexy guys, who also happened to be brothers.

She wasn’t ready for this, and she certainly wasn’t ready to be bossed around by two very bossy men.

“No!” she retorted a few seconds too late. Her brain needed to catch up with his request.

“No what?” He turned to face her.

“I have to work tonight and close up. I don’t need to take any painkillers that will make me drowsy.”

“Ava is closing up, honey. I’m taking you home or back to my place so you can truly rest and heal.”

She swallowed hard. How the hell could I rest at his place? Is he fucking serious? Between his kisses and BJ’s kisses, she would be putty in their hands.

She shook her head then chuckled, but it came out sounding odd.

“I’m not going to your place and I am not leaving here. Get out, Monte, and leave me alone.”

He was immediately next to her, kneeling by the side of the couch. He stared into her eyes and she lifted her chin in defiance of his orders.

He in return challenged her. Not with words so the

y could battle this out, but with the reality of their attraction.

He touched a finger to her bottom lip.

“You’re stubborn and bullheaded,” he whispered as he slowly trailed his finger down her chin, over her cleavage, tickling, stimulating her nipples and making them hard. He went lower, to the V between her legs, but bypassed it and went down her left thigh over the frilly fabric of her miniskirt. But damn did she really want his finger to touch her pussy. She felt her cheeks warm, and she swallowed again.

“So fucking beautiful and perfect.” He inched his finger lower to her ankles then used his entire, large hand to caress and grip her calf before he smoothed it up her leg to her thigh. She waited in anticipation of his touch, imagining that solid, thick hand cupping her mound and his long, thick finger pressing up into her pussy. Her lips parted. Her breathing grew choppy.

“You got me so fucking hot and hard right now, Susanna, that it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not move faster.”

Oh God.

He inched his hand a little further under her skirt and all the way up to her hip bone and over the thin strap of her thong panties. His eyes widened as he looked up at her and into her eyes.

“If your ribs weren’t bruised right now, there’d be a lot less talking and a whole lot of fucking going on.”

“Oh God, Monte.” She closed her eyes and took an unsteady breath. Then she realized what she’d said out loud.

Her eyes popped open, and he remained staring at her.

“We’ll have our time together, Susanna. You’ll be spread out naked for BJ and me to devour and love. You keep fighting all you want, but you’ll give in. You’ll realize that the three of us are meant to be.”

At that moment she would have told him to not worry about her ribs and just give her what they both wanted. She began to speak when the buzzer on the desk went off, and she nearly jumped up off the couch.