Free Breaking Leather: Lone Star Lovers, Book 4 by Delilah Devlin Page B

hardened nipple, had her clutching at warm thick hair, a shaggy mop she recognized immediately as Josh’s. she pulled to bring him closer, to deepen the sucking kisses that didn’t satisfy, only teased, but he released her nipple and glided lower, sucking the tender skin at the underside of her breast.
    She’d have a trail of bruised love bites if he kept it up, but she didn’t really mind. The only ones who’d know would be the three cowboys who had set their minds to her seduction.
    Chrissi moaned then breathed deeply, feigning sleep again. They’d have to work a little harder to get her to admit she was fully awake and enjoying the attention.
    A calloused fingertip scraped up the back of her calf, tickling behind her knee, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.
    “I knew it,” Cade drawled. “You’re playin’ possum.”
    “Was not.”
    Josh chuckled, warm air gusting against her upper belly.
    “Hell, I just closed my eyes,” she grumbled. “Thought you guys needed me rested.”
    “Aren’t you?”
    Breath blew against the tender skin just above her mound and her thighs tensed in anticipation. “Guess so,” she whispered.
    “We’re gonna play a game,” Cade said, his voice deepening.
    Again, the roughening texture of his voice hinted at a masculine dominance that had her stirring restlessly on the mattress. “What kind of game?”
    “Wouldn’t be as much fun if we told you.”
    She huffed. “Fun for who?”
    “Think we don’t mean to give you all the pleasure you can stand?” A finger traced through the hair on her mound to the top of her folds and tapped her hooded clit.
    Sweet Jesus , was that all it took to get her hot? “Umm… I’m game.”
    “Josh…” Cade murmured.
    Josh kissed her nipple then withdrew. A whisper slid across the sheets… The glide of a hand? Cade tugged her wrist, bringing her to a sitting position, and Josh’s hot skin moved in to cloak her back. Fabric slithered over her face then tightened around her eyes.
    “A blindfold? But it’s dark already.”
    “We have someplace to take you,” Cade said, his tone brooking no arguments. “Get on up, Chrissi.”
    The bed dipped around her, both her hands were clasped. The brothers led her from the bed, through the hallway, the living room, to somewhere beyond. The old workout room? She didn’t mind the silence or the gentle grips of their strong hands. “Is Ezra already there?”
    “Ezra’s waitin’, sweetheart.”
    Good Lord, she wasn’t sure what she felt about the sound of this. “Maybe I’d rather see where I’m goin’.”
    “Think we’re givin’ you a choice?”
    She tried to tug her hands away, but both men tightened their grips.
    A door creaked open, and she was swept inside. The sounds inside the room, their footsteps, her excited breaths, seemed muted, like the walls had better insulation here. She turned her head to try to catch the sound of another male inside. “Ezra?”
    Hands slid around her waist, sweeping up and down her belly, then cupping her breasts while thumbs rubbed the spiking tips. “Trust us,” he whispered in her ear. He framed her hips with his large hands and propelled her slowly forward. “Stop here.”
    Hands guided her, picking up a foot to slide it along something wooden behind her. She stepped onto it. They guided her other foot onto another step. Bands wrapped her ankles. The scratch of Velcro made her jump. Her arms were raised at her sides and her fingers were wrapped around a grip before her wrists were tied as well.
    Then all the hands, all the warm support, withdrew. There was a creak, and suddenly the thing she was fastened to tilted back, at an angle, not completely horizontal, but enough that the padded supports under her arms, legs and torso, took her weight.
    The supports beneath her legs were opened, spreading her thighs. Something stroked up the inside from below her knee to just beneath her folds then back down again.
    Heat closed in at one side of