Sweeter Than Honey by Delilah Devlin Page A

her passage rippling all along his shaft.
    The plea was the answer to his prayer, and he lay down and bent his knees, planting his feet firmly in the mattress. When he grabbed her hips, her eyes flew open and her gaze locked with his. He speared upward, the stroke hard and sharp, and at the same time forced her hips down.
    She yelped but didn’t fight the next lunge, letting him guide her, letting him pull her down his shaft to fuck his cock with enough force their groins slapped together. Hard enough to jar him, hard enough to make her shout and cry as she came, hard enough to make him come in a furious flurry of thrusts that jiggled her belly and breasts. When he exploded, his shout sounded incredibly loud inside the close confines of her wagon.
    As he slowed, he ground against her, scraping her clitoris while she moaned and gasped. He tried to make her release last but needed to rest because his heart pounded inside his chest and he couldn’t catch a breath.
    She collapsed over him, and he wound his arms around her back and held her hips close, not letting her slip off his cock. He wanted to stay like this, surrounded by her, overwhelmed with her passion.
    “I think you killed me,” she said, gasping against his sweaty skin.
    “Murder by fucking?” He closed his eyes and grinned. “Think they’d hang me?”
    “They’d probably pin a medal on your cock.”
    He thrust his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. All he had to do was stare at her mouth and she leaned forward and kissed him hard, framing his face in her hands as their kiss deepened.
    “Think they’re done?” came a gruff whisper from just outside the window.
    Honey jerked back, her eyes rounding. “It’s Letty,” she whispered frantically.
    His lips twitched. His suspicions about the ladies’ intentions were confirmed. Letty must have had her ear to the wagon wall. He wondered whether she’d even had a peek inside. He wouldn’t put anything past the rascally woman.
    “They can’t find us like this,” Honey said, trying to push his hand off her bottom.
    He captured her hands and pressed her palms flat against her bottom, enjoying the sight of her jiggling breasts and the feel of her pussy wriggling on his cock as she tried to free herself. “Would it be so bad?”
    “Joe. This isn’t a joke. You have to let me up.”
    Her expression went from shocked fury to mortification with a single blush, and he relented. “One kiss, then I’ll let you up.”
    “Joe.”
    “A kiss,” he commanded, wiping his face free of any amusement.
    When she leaned over him, he reached up and captured her mouth in one lusty caress before falling back. Holding her gaze, he whispered, “It’s gonna be all right, sweetheart. Trust me.”
    He let go of her hands and she scrambled off the bed, jerking her clothing off the hooks to dress in a hurry. He liked that she didn’t bother with the pantalets. The thought of her greeting whoever waited outside with his release drying on her thighs gave him a primitive satisfaction.
    “Letty? Are you out there?” she called out, holding up a mirror as she tore at her tangled hair with a brush.
    “She must have heard us,” came another gruff whisper.
    “She must have heard you!” came another harsh whisper.
    Joe pressed his lips together to suppress a grin. Embarrassing though the next few minutes would certainly prove to be, he had no regrets. The women could have flung open the door while Honey rode him so sweetly, and he’d have been happy to prove up his claim.
    With her hand on the door knob, Honey tossed a frantic glance over her shoulder. “Get dressed. And for goodness sake, cover yourself.”
    Honey stepped down to the ground and right into a passel of trouble. The number of riders, most of them men with shotguns in their crossed arms, made her stomach lurch.
    Letty stood in front of the group, a floppy hat pulled down so low her eyes were shadowed. Daisy flanked her, her expression pained.
    Honey