Lone Heart: Red Hot Weekend by Delilah Devlin Page B

hear.”
    “That’s not fair.”
    “Not giving you a choice in the matter wouldn’t be fair.”
    “Got any more surprises you wanna spring on me? Did True and Honey know what you were gonna do?”
    “I told them to keep the hands away from the barn.”
    She rolled her eyes and groaned. “Lord, everyone knows what we’re doin’.”
    “And you’re avoiding the question. You don’t give a shit whether the whole world knows I’m fucking you. Admit it. You get horny at just the thought of getting caught.”
    “Do not.”
    “Liar.”
    She raised her head. “I’m such a liar, why would you trust my answer?”
    “Because you’ve been married before. Because you were happy with Daniel and respected your vows. You aren’t a cheater, and you won’t lie to get me to start making you hot again.”
    “Then why wait to ask when you have me here, like this?”
    “To remind you how good we are,” he said, his face clear of humor, his voice earnest. “To prove to you again that you do it for me, Charli. I don’t need any other woman, won’t ever tire of being with you like this. I’m in this to stay. I’ve already given you my heart. It’s yours to break.”
    Sure that was the most romantic thing he’d ever said, Charli cupped the side of his cheek, tears blurring his features. “I never expected to love another man, not as much as I did Daniel. But you’re a persistent bastard.”
    His grin was strained. “I never expected to love such a stubborn woman, but you challenge me, make me want to tease and torture you until all the starch is gone—then do it again the next time I see the stubborn tilt of your chin.”
    She smiled through her tears. “You don’t care that I have a few years on you? That we might not be able to have a half dozen little proofs of your virility running through the house?”
    “I need you, Charli. Just you. I’m tired of being footloose. I’m done with roaming. I want to sleep in the same bed every night with the same woman. I want to grow old with you by my side.”
    “There are no guarantees we’ll make it.”
    “No, there aren’t. But I won’t take chances, won’t be reckless with what we have.”
    “I love you, Lone Wyatt,” she whispered.
    “Marry me?”
    “I want that more than I want to breathe.” Then she smiled. “Really, I need to breathe.”
    He hugged her close and rolled to his back. She arrived on top, her lungs dragging in deep breaths.
    “I still didn’t hear a yes,” he said, his mouth pulled into a crooked grin.
    The way his face relaxed, his boyish smile so wide and pure, he knew what her answer would be. Still, she’d make him work for it. After all, she couldn’t be that easy. He’d be disappointed if she were.
    Tossing back her hair, she began to move, rising and lowering, rocking on his big, thick cock. His large hands smoothed over her skin, touching her breasts, then sliding down. When his thumb stroked her clit, she bounced with a little more enthusiasm.
    “Woman, I’ll never tire of this view.”
    “Didn’t peg you for a lazy man.”
    He chuckled, then began to pluck her clit, squeezing and pulling on it until she felt the flutters in her tummy, the coiling tension tighten and then cinch some more.
    “Yes,” she said, her voice muffled because he’d stolen her breath again.
    “Didn’t hear you,” he said, giving her a harder pinch.
    “I’ll marry you,” she gasped.
    “Still not loud enough.”
    She slammed down and jerked up, riding him faster and faster. When the pleasure overcame her, she screamed, “Yes! Yes!”
    Through the crack in the door, she heard laughter in the distance, sparse applause and cowboys’ whoops. She’d be red-cheeked for days, teased about the enthusiasm of her acceptance, but she didn’t really care. She was marrying a lusty man, one who’d give her more pleasure, more love than she’d ever dreamed she’d know again.
    A sob wrenched from her and she slumped against his chest.
    His hands