Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) (14 page)

“To say please. Ask
me nicely and I might decide to make you come. Demand it and I
won’t.”

I quivered under his
command. “Please, Drex.”

“I like it when
you’re polite,” he said. “It makes me want to fuck you until
you scream.”

Half-gently,
half-roughly, he thrust two fingers inside me. Hands still entwined
behind my back, I moaned his name. I had a mind filled with troubles,
but a wet pussy that didn’t care.

This was chemistry,
Drex in total control of my mind and body. In and out, he fucked me
with his fingers, his mouth just barely touching mine. No matter what
happened in our future, I would never forget this feeling of
surrender.

Thumb on my clit and
fingers inside me, he stroked me closer and closer to an orgasm.
After one soft kiss, he pulled back just out of my reach, smiling as
I leaned forward for another taste of his lips.

“Kiss me,” I
begged, frantic for the sensual taste of his tongue.

“Please?”

“Kiss me, please.”

Lightly, teasingly, he
nipped my lower lip, keeping up the smooth rhythm between my legs.
With his other hand, he parted the neckline of my dress and pushed
his hand into my bra.

His palm was
deliciously rough against my nipple, which stiffened immediately.

“Perfect breasts,”
he whispered against my lips. “Firm, pretty, soft, sensitive.”

“Go on,” I said,
feeling the exquisite tension of an orgasm building deep inside me.

“High, young, sexy…”
Thumb on my clit, palm on my nipple, fingers sliding in and out of me
– every sensation was enough to ruin me.

“Yes, yes, yes…”
I whispered.

“Beautiful, feminine,
sweet, suckable…”

A cry ripped from my
throat as an intense orgasm shook me to my toes. Tendrils of pleasure
fanned out, lighting up every nerve in their path. My thighs
shuddered and my eyes squeezed shut.

“Drex,” I gasped,
clenching my hands together to keep from grabbing onto him. “Oh, my
God. It’s too good.”

“There it is, Blue
Eyes,” he said against my mouth. “That’s what I want.”

He sank his fingers
even deeper inside me. Yanking me against him, he crushed my lips
under his. Our tongues slid together, touching, tasting, lapping each
other until my last quavering moan.

“Good girl,” he
whispered. “Now it’s my turn.”

Pulling out a dining
room chair, he bent me over it and hiked up my dress. Yanking my
panties to one side, he unzipped his pants and sank his hard cock
into me in one fast stroke.

“Fuck, you’re
incredible,” he groaned as he filled me with the hilt. “So tight
and hot.”

His voice was one of
his sexiest features, and he probably didn’t even know it. Warm, a
little husky, commanding as all hell – I felt it right between my
legs whenever he spoke.

“Did I make you this
wet tonight?” he growled.

“You always make me
wet,” I said. I gripped the back of the chair and leaned my head
against his shoulder.

“This is something
pretty fucking special,” he said, driving inside me. “You know
that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I almost
didn’t want to admit it. Drex had appeared in my life out of the
blue, and could vanish just as quickly.

His cock was a thick
sword against my come-sensitized flesh. “And you know you’re
mine. Use your pretty voice and say it.”

“I’m –” The
words caught in my throat.

He smacked me hard on
the ass. “Say it,” he barked. “Like you mean it.”

“I’m yours,” I
sputtered, my skin burning from his palm.

“Of course you are.”
He gripped my hip with one hand and knotted his fingers through my
hair with the other. “How can you be this sexy?” he asked, his
tone pure dominant satisfaction. “How do you make me this hard?”

“It comes naturally,”
I whispered.

“I bet it does,” he
said. “Like sucking and coming and all those other things you do so
well.”

He slapped my ass again
and the sound split the air. “Hey,” I said with a slight whine.
“That one really hurt.”

“It’s what you get
for being so tempting,” he said.

“A spanking?” He
was thrusting hard now, stretching me to the limit with every stroke.

“You like it, don’t
you? The way I hurt you feels good.”

I couldn’t lie.
“Maybe it does,” I said, as he jolted the breath out of me.

“There’s no maybe
about it. I know what turns you on.” He slapped me once more,
leaving a raw sting that spread over my skin like flames.

I clutched the chair
for dear life. “How do you know?”

“Because I know you.
I know what my girl needs.”

Damn right, he did.
Every thrust and kiss and slap made me hotter and wetter, and pushed
me closer to coming again.

“Look at you,” he
said. “You’re almost begging for more.”

“Almost? Or
definitely?”

Pain and pleasure
crashed into one burst of sensation. I couldn’t think or move. All
I could do was let him take me, and slap me, and make me his devoted
little slave.

“You’re trying to
make me come, aren’t you?” he growled. “You want me to lose
control.”

“Yes,” I said,
panting the words. “That’s what I want.”

“And I’m gonna give
it to you,” he said. “All of it. Right now.”

His body tensed and his
hands held me in a bruising grip. “Fuck, yes,” he muttered. “You
make me come so hard.”

His breathing was rough
and erratic. Hand still gripping my hair, he pulled my head back
against his shoulder. “God, you’re too much,” he said in my
ear. “You feel that? You feel my come inside you?”

I could only moan and
whimper in response. He flooded me with such heat that I felt it deep
in my belly. He was giving me everything, all of him. It was raw,
hard, and X-rated as it got, but underneath was something else.
Intimacy, a connection so strong it felt like fate.

He groaned and wrapped
both arms tightly around me, pulling me so close I felt myself melt
into him. My legs shook underneath me as I rocked back against him,
drawing out his orgasm as long as I could.

He gave me one last,
possessive thrust. “God, woman,” he said, in a sex-roughened
voice. “What a goddess you are.”

I smiled as he nuzzled
my neck. “I didn’t know they made goddesses in Texas.”

“They made at least
one,” he said. “I have proof.”

Holding me in a
rib-crushing hug, he buried his face in my hair. If time had chosen
that exact moment to stop, it would have been perfect.

Slowly, Drex turned me
toward him and slipped his palms around my face. “Kiss me,” he
said. “I won’t let you go to bed until you do.”

I touched my lips
softly to his. “Is that good enough?”

“No,” he said.

I kissed him again.
“Now?”

“Not even close. I
want your tongue. I want you to kiss me like you mean it.”

Obediently, I gave him
my tongue. He sucked it into his mouth and savored it, licking it,
drawing it between his lips, and giving me his tongue in return. It
was deep and hot, the world’s sexiest post-orgasm cuddle.

“All right,” he
said, patting me gently on the ass. “Now you can go to bed.”

I gave him a little
pout. “By myself?”

“Hell, no,” he
said. “Not a chance. No way are you getting rid of me.”

Just as he was zipping
his jeans, the buzzer rang. Diesel let out a piercing bark from
across the apartment.

Drex frowned. “What
the hell?” he said. “It’s the middle of the night. Why didn’t
the doorman call up?”

“Good question,” I
said, adjusting my dress. The buzzer blasted again. “I guess we
should find out who it is.”

Diesel ran up beside
him, her ears pointed forward and her chest heaving. “Oh, I know
who it is,” Drex said, his eyes glittering. “And I’m fucking
furious about it.”

Buttoning his shirt,
Drex went to the door and looked through the peephole. “Damnit,”
he muttered. “How many times do I have to talk to the building
manager?”

“What’s wrong?” I
asked.

Drex turned back to me.
“It’s my brother, Pierce. He has a friend who works downstairs.
He probably let him in. I want the guy fired, tonight.”

“You don’t want to
see your brother?”

His mouth ticked. “No.
And I definitely don’t want to see him right now.”

“Because it’s
late?”

Drex shook his head.
“Let’s just say we’re different. But that’s a long, boring
story for another time.”

The buzzer rang like a
fire alarm. Diesel responded with a spit-spraying series of barks and
growls. Her nails scratched the hardwood as she braced to attack the
door.

“Go get in your
kennel,” Drex said in a testy voice. “Immediately.” She circled
him, brushing against his legs and whimpering.

“It doesn’t sound
like your brother’s going away,” I said, slipping my sandals on.
I smoothed the front of my dress and straightened my bra.

“Fuck,” Drex said.
“If I don’t open the door, he’ll just make trouble until he
gets thrown out. Last time he woke my neighbors up.”

“Maybe you should let
him in and see what he wants.”

Drex ran a hand through
his sexily tousled hair. “You sure? He’s one sarcastic bastard
when he wants to be.”

“Sarcastic doesn’t
scare me.”

Drex gave me a sexy
half-smile. “It doesn’t seem like you’re scared of much. Except
for Diesel.”

“As I should be. As
you
should be.”

“You’re probably
right, but it’s too late for that.”

He took her by the
collar and brought her to her kennel. “This is for your own good,”
he said, locking her inside. “Otherwise you might attack my brother
because I order you to.”

He went to the front
door, muttered under his breath, and turned the knob. Light spilled
in from the hallway. He exchanged a few indistinct words with his
brother, then stood aside.

A moment later, Pierce
strolled into the apartment as if he owned every inch of it.
Shrugging out of his leather motorcycle jacket, he tossed it over the
nearest chair. He was as tall as Drex, not quite as muscular, with
very short dark hair and the smooth walk of a guy who knew exactly
how good-looking he was. He wore a white t-shirt, jeans, and beat-up
snakeskin cowboy boots like it was black tie.

“You’re not alone,”
he said, matter-of-factly.

“No, I’m not,”
Drex said. “We just got back into town.”

“That makes three of
us. I’m fresh off a twelve-hour flight from – actually, don’t
ask.” He looked around as if making sure nothing had changed in his
absence. “Miss me?”

“Nope,” Drex said,
legs apart and arms crossed. “Not a bit.”

“That’s okay, at
least you let me in this time. How’ve you been?”

Drex gaped at him. “You
dropped by at three in the morning to ask how I’ve been?”

Pierce frowned. “Gosh,
is it that late? Time flies when you’re drinking vodka at 35,000
feet.” Slowly, he swiveled his sharp, black-eyed gaze to me. “And
who is this young lady? One of your recent acquisitions, Drex?”

Drex’s fist flexed.
“She’s not an acquisition, and her name is Jane. Say hello to
her.”

“Hello, Jane,”
Pierce said, his voice so sweet it grated. “Nice to meet you. My
name is…well, I suspect you know my name.”

“Nice to meet you,
too,” I said. “And you suspect right.”

He smiled with one side
of his mouth. “I usually do. I’m pretty perceptive.”

“Really?” Drex
said. “Then why didn’t you get the message when I ignored the
buzzer?”

“Because I’m
perceptive
and
persistent,” Pierce said, “but not always at the same time.” He
clapped Drex on the shoulder. “How about a beverage now that I’m
here? One shot of tequila and I’ll be out of your hair. As I
remember, you always keep a good bottle of extra añejo
in the freezer.”

Drex shook off his
brother’s hand. “Tequila, Pierce? Jesus.”

“What? Where I just
flew in from, it’s happy hour. I think.”

“You’re in Houston
now, and we’re going to bed.”

Pierce gave him a
theatrical wince. “Come on, man, I haven’t seen you for a while.
How about a little hospitality? One drink and I’m gone. I promise.”

Drex practically tore
him apart with a glance. When he looked at me, I nodded
.
“I give you a shot and you leave,” Drex said. “Clear?”

Pierce smiled
innocently at him. “Am I a man of my word, or not?”

“That’s always been
the question, hasn’t it?” Drex said, and strode down the hallway
toward the kitchen.

As soon as his brother
was out of sight, Pierce sat on the sofa and slung his arm across the
back. “Who’s the Cujo in the kennel?” he asked.

“A dog your brother
rescued,” I said, taking the leather chair across from him.

“At least this one’s
got four legs.” He drummed the back of the sofa impatiently with
his palm. “So, Jane, huh?”

“You got it.”

“All right, then,
tell me. Who are you and what are you doing here?”

I lifted an eyebrow.
Pretty damn blunt, wasn’t he? “Well, I can answer one of those
questions. Your brother invited me to come.”

“Invited you? You
don’t live in Houston?”

“As far as I know, I
don’t.”

He gave me a look of
exaggerated sympathy. “He just got back from Chimayo, didn’t he?
I recall a text to that effect. Don’t tell me you met in that
horror show where we were born.”

“As a matter of fact,
we did,” I said brightly. “Five days ago, outside a bar called
The Dead End.” If Pierce thought he was the only one who could get
straight to the point, he was wrong.

“The Dead End, huh?”
he said, nodding. “Nice to know Drex hasn’t totally lost his
edge.”

“Oh, I can assure
you, he hasn’t.”

Pierce studied me in
silence for a minute. I studied him right back, a slight smile on my
lips. “So, now I know why you’re here,” he said, “but I still
don’t know who you are.”