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

nearly groaned aloud. But he forced his face into a mask, watching her every expression, every movement as she worked her way down his cock.
    Her pussy was tight, and gripped his shaft as she settled in three slow pulses, downward. When their groins met, they sat face to face. She was unable to hide her strained expression or the blushes that deepened on her cheeks.
    Another beer was dangled. She reached for it, wrapping her shaking fingers around it, then laid the side of the bottle against her cheek. “Fuck, I’m hot.”
    He growled his agreement, sweeping a glance around the room. The twins wore grins that stretched wide across their faces. Killian gave a waggle of his eyebrows, then sat right beside Johnny and clinked his bottle against Johnny’s. “To women.”
    “So not funny,” she said, putting the bottle to her lips and tilting it back.
    “Tell me. Is she squeezing you?” Killian asked in overloud whisper.
    “Shut the fuck up,” Johnny said, beginning to sweat.
    Moisture oozed around him, and her eyes widened even more. She shrugged. “Not something I can help,” she squeaked.
    “Drink your damn beer,” he muttered.
    The twins crept closer on their knees.
    “Back off,” he snapped.
    “Whatcha gonna do about it?” Mace asked, grinning like a monkey. “This is way too much fun.”
    “Besides, you can’t exactly make us move at the moment, can you?” Jason said.
    Ellie glanced at Killian. Something seemed to pass between them. Since when had those two bonded enough to read each other’s minds?
    She drank from her bottle again then leaned toward his face.
    Johnny began to get worried when she pursed her mouth. Did she expect him to kiss her? As it was, he was holding on by thread.
    She pressed her lips to his, waiting, her eyes wide open.
    When he opened beneath the press of her lips, she squirted beer into his mouth. He gulped it down, felt it dribble down his chin, but she was quick, sticking out her tongue to capture it before it hit his chest.
    “How’d that taste?” she whispered.
    “Good.” He grunted. “Again.”
    The corners of her mouth lifted and she drank again, giving him the beer pooled in her mouth. This time he drank it then sucked on her lower lip, preventing her from pulling away.
    His dick twitched inside her, and she groaned into his mouth, her eyelids fluttering downward. Her thighs quivered.
    “Think I’m gonna win that hundred,” Mace murmured.
    Killian laughed. “I’d leave them alone to finish their beer, but they might forget about us.”
    Johnny broke the kiss. The sight of her blurred lips and gaze filled him with a sense of possession. He’d put that look there. He nodded to Jason. “Come around behind her.”
    Jason moved quickly, coming between Johnny’s spread legs.
    “This is about her,” he said, echoing Killian’s sentiment, believing it now. She was lovely and coming unraveled, and he hadn’t moved an inch.
    “Give me another drink,” he whispered.
    She transferred another gulp of beer, but this time he didn’t swallow it down. Instead, he kissed his way down her neck, keeping the beer in his mouth. When he reached her collarbone, Jason got the idea and raised her, pulling her up on his cock, just far enough so that she could offer him her breast.
    With the cool beer in his mouth, he nuzzled the hard tip of her breast, then carefully drew it inside, sucking harder to pull the whole areola and wash it with the slowly warming liquid in his mouth.
    When he swallowed, she sighed. Jason lowered her back down Johnny’s cock. She rested her head against his shoulder.
    Johnny felt the subtle squeeze of her pussy, clasping and releasing, around him.
    “Kil—”
    “Yeah, Johnny?”
    “Grab our beers.”
    Killian laughed but quickly plucked the beers from their hands. Jason climbed over his leg to move away.
    Johnny sank his fingers in her soft, blond hair and cupped her lush ass. Then he rolled, tucking her beneath him.
    Her legs whipped around his