Free Once Is Never Enough: Delta Heat, Book 5 by Delilah Devlin Page B

them closer. He’d pushed too hard. Forgotten himself. So why was he disappointed?
    Shouts sounded on the field. Craig accepted the snap, threw the ball high over the heads of the firemen, straight into Gus’s waiting hands. Gus, although large, was swift-footed. By the time the firemen changed direction and raced to halt his momentum, he dragged two of them, clinging to his middle and his legs, across the goal line.
    Mondo shot up from his seat, whistling and clapping. Better to pretend everything was right in his world or he’d never get the guys off his back.
    Sunny was dressed in jeans and an altered gray tee, the neck ripped out and curled, the opening large enough it draped to expose one shoulder and the black strap of her bra. She wore plain leather sandals. She’d even dusted her face lightly with powder and a light bronzer, a swipe of clear gloss on her mouth. She’d gone for casual—so casual that no one who rapped on her door would know she’d been waiting for someone to arrive and invite her to join the party next door.
    She didn’t want to seem overanxious or even that interested. But she was. Her plainly varnished nails were nipped to the quick.
    Despite the lectures she’d given herself since her encounter with Mondo on Thursday night, despite the sudden panic that had sent her fleeing the club, once again, her stomach was assaulted by the flutter of a thousand nervous butterflies.
    Her sleep had been restless, filled with dreams of Mondo standing over her, dressed in black leather and wielding a whip. Of her naked and tied spread-eagle while he lashed her tender skin, lifting welts.
    And she woke every time drenched between her legs. Aching for release she refused to give herself—because he hadn’t given her permission. Because he said that waiting made the orgasm so much more intense. And she wanted that intensity. Wanted his focused attention, his harsh paddles, his tender caresses.
    He’d awoken something inside her. Shown her what she’d been missing in her life, and now she was greedy for more. But she didn’t know how to approach him, or whether he was done with her after the way she’d flown out of the playroom too overwhelmed to process the emotions that had roiled inside her.
    So she watched through her slatted blinds as darkness fell and cars arrived. Laughter filled the air, coming through the windows. Quiet murmurs. Smacking kisses. Sure, the affection they shared as a group had been shocking, but it had also been a revelation. She craved another of Pansy’s soft girl kisses. What did that say about her? Everything she’d thought she knew about her sexuality had been challenged by her introduction to the friends. She was confused. But so much more than curious. She felt on the cusp of a journey, which made no sense at all. All she really knew was that she couldn’t turn back.
    Just when she’d finally worked up the courage to march out the door and across her yard to Pansy’s, the doorbell rang.
    Panic gripped her for a second, followed quickly by a deep sigh that calmed her heart. She strode toward the door and opened it, hugging the edge with one hand while she stared straight into a pair of sparkling blue eyes. “Hi, Marti,” she said, eyeing the woman’s casual tee with its asymmetrical hem.
    “We’ve all been waiting,” Marti said and then waggled her eyebrows. “The guys are working on the crib. We’ve been making mojitos and one’s got your name on it.”
    A smile tugged at the corners of Sunny’s lips. She let it go, feeling warmth suffuse her cheeks. Pansy’s warnings about Marti’s girlie interests flashed through her mind. And oddly, her pussy clenched. Sunny twisted the lock on the door handle and stepped outside. “You said the guys…”
    “Mondo’s not here yet,” Marti said, grabbing her hand and threading her fingers through Sunny’s. “But he will be. He’ll want to make an entrance, and make us sweat a bit. The man likes to be in charge and