Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) (6 page)

“Aw, Jesus,” I
muttered. “Are you kidding me?”

Diesel, teeth
semi-bared, had my lovely houseguest backed against the refrigerator.

“If only I were,”
Jane said, her palms flat against the stainless steel. “Where the
hell did she come from?”

“She must have broken
out of her kennel again.”

Jane snickered. “You
trusted a kennel to hold a dog like that?”

“I wouldn’t say
trusted, exactly.”

Diesel’s tail wagged
twice, then went straight up. A deafening bark split the air and she
growled, long and low.

“Growling and wagging
her tail,” Jane said. “What does that mean?”

“Probably that she’s
scared of you,” I said.

“Well, the feeling’s
mutual.”

I didn’t have much
authority with Diesel yet, but I needed to get some in a hurry. “Back
off,” I said in my firmest voice. “Now.”

She turned and growled
again, this time at me. Hell of a dog whisperer I was.

“Repetition is key,”
I said, glancing at Jane. “Give her time.”

She frowned. “Time?
Just get me out of here, okay? I don’t care how you do it.”

Don’t
tempt me.
“You mean that?”

She answered with a
sassy twist of her full mouth.

“All right, in that
case…”

Stepping around the
dog, I grabbed Jane’s waist with both hands and pulled her toward
me. It shouldn’t have been erotic just to move her, but I was
harder than I’d been since…an hour ago. And if she hadn’t taken
a step back, she never would have known.

But she did, and her
hip grazed all eight, thick inches. She gasped in surprise. Instead
of letting go, I gripped harder. Yeah, it was improper and wrong, and
I didn’t give a damn. For just two more seconds, I wanted to feel
how fragile she was. I wanted
her
to feel the absolute power in my hands. Let her sense what
that power could do if I stripped her down, spread her legs apart,
and pushed two fingers all the way inside her.

But now her hands were
on mine, trying to pry herself free.

“No,” I said, low
and soothing in her ear. “Stay still. Give Diesel a minute to get
used to you.”

Back low, nose sniffing
the air, the dog slowly approached her. Jane backed up, pressing her
ass into my pelvis. A wave of arousal rocked me, making my palms
sweat. She had to feel them, hot and damp through the thin cotton of
the shirt. Had to feel my shaft pushed against her like the stock of
a rifle.

Damnit,
this
was why I’d pulled over this afternoon. Not because she needed
rescuing, but because I needed this. I wanted it and I was going to
get it, no matter how many lies I had to tell myself.

“She’s too close,”
Jane whispered. Diesel was sniffing her bare leg and walking in a
cautious circle.

“Don’t move. Let
her see she can trust you.”

Jane was breathing
fast, her hair tangled against my chest. Her skin was warm and
smelled like fragrant soap and pure femininity. This was how she’d
respond to my touch – if she didn’t try to deck me first.

“She can’t trust
me,” Jane said. “If I had a broom right now this whole situation
would be different.”

“She’s been through
a lot,” I said. “Just like you have.”

“Yeah. And you don’t
see me taking a piece out of somebody’s leg.”

“She hasn’t done
that, either. Yet.”

The slope of Jane’s
waist fit my hands so perfectly it seemed made for me. Hard as I
tried, I couldn’t let her go.

“Down, Diesel,” I
said in a hoarse whisper, but I didn’t even mean it. I wanted
Diesel to stay right where she was, scaring the wits out of Jane
until she spread her lean legs for me on the tile floor.

“I don’t think
she’s listening,” Jane said.

“I’ve had that
problem with women a lot today,” I said.

If Blue Eyes kept
rubbing against me like that, intentional or not, I was going to lose
control. She might not be able to remember much, but she knew what a
big, stiff cock was for. She knew why my heart was pounding against
her back and why my hands were locked like steel to her ribs.

I lowered my mouth to
her neck and let her feel the tip of my tongue. She could punch me or
kick me in the balls for all I cared – it would be a small price to
pay to taste her warm sweetness.

Instead, she leaned her
head to one side and let out a quivering sigh that made my blood run
like hot gasoline. If she was wet – and with that response she
fucking
had
to be –
she probably wasn’t wearing those silk panties to soak it up.

“Diesel’s calming
down,” I said against her ear. “She sees you’re a friend of
mine.”

“Am I?” Jane asked,
her voice throaty. “A friend of yours, I mean?” Her body was
quaking, a sensitive string stretched way too tight.

“She seems to think
so,” I said. “I’m not sure yet.”

“I thought I proved
that by getting in your truck.”

“You didn’t get
in,” I said. “I threw you in.”

“I stayed.”

“Barely.”

Diesel lowered herself
to the floor six inches from Jane’s bare foot and put her chin on
the slate. She exhaled a contented breath that said she liked having
her new owner and his guest trapped in a corner, and planned to keep
them there for a while.

“Oh, great,” Jane
said. “Now I’ll have to step over her.”

“You’re not that
brave,” I whispered. “You won’t get out of here on your own.”

Jane arched her back,
thrusting her ass into me. “No,” she breathed. “I won’t.”

It was one sweet
whisper too far. I spun her around and crushed my mouth against hers,
letting out all of the tension I’d been holding in since the first
second I saw her. Tease, temptress, sexy little coquette – whatever
name you called her, easy to resist was not one of them.

One of us was going to
have to be smart here, and I hoped it would be her. I’d been hard
way too long to shut it down now. But instead she kissed me back with
a frantic urgency. Heat ripped through my core as our tongues joined,
wet, soft, demanding. Neither of us knew who she was, and it didn’t
matter. Everything we needed to know was in that kiss, in the
stiffness of her pink nipples pressing against my chest.

“I’m sorry,” I
said against her lips.

“So am I,” she
said, and kissed me again.

Backing her toward the
cabinets, I lifted her onto the counter and yanked her against me.
She clutched my lapels in her fists, kissing me like she’d never
been kissed before. And as far as we knew, she hadn’t.

If only she realized
how much trouble I could cause for her. How cruel and demanding I
really was.

She was wearing my
shirt, so I felt no guilt at all when I ripped it open and pushed it
off her shoulders.
Another
Armani bites the dust.
I pulled away from her gorgeous
mouth just long enough to feast my eyes on her perfect, firm,
upright, my-favorite-size breasts. 34B, I guessed, and given my
extensive experience, my guess was probably right.

“You’re a fucking
angel,” I said.

“Who knows?” she
said, tilting her head back for my kiss. “Maybe I am.”

“You’re an angel,” I said. “No
maybe about it.”

Holy
hot.

I’d thought nothing
could equal drenching my head under a campground water fountain two
days ago, when I was lost and ready to pass out from thirst. But
Drex’s body against mine – now that was primal, life broken down
to its simplest elements.

Not that this was
simple. In the last five minutes, everything had gotten a lot more
complicated.

And I didn’t care.
Maybe he was my lifeline, the only sane thing that had happened to me
since I’d woken up, and I was destroying it. But I needed this. I
needed to feel good, and glad to be alive.

I was so wet I’d
practically melted his shorts, and his beautiful shirt was a shredded
rag. He was tall enough – at least 6’2”, with long, athletic
legs – that his cock was at the perfect height to press between my
legs. Which he was doing now, rubbing through his jeans and the thin
nylon of the shorts against my clit.

Clit,
cock
– with those words bouncing around my head, clearly
I wasn’t a virgin. And I liked sex, or at least I did now. Maybe
whatever happened to me had triggered that side of my personality,
and this was my first time enjoying a man’s touch.

Ha
.
Somehow, I didn’t think so.

“I thought you hated
that kiss outside The Dead End,” he said, cupping my breasts in his
hands.

“I did,” I said.

What a lie. I’d liked
it so much I thought I might actually be married to the guy. Did
married people kiss that way? Did they rip shirts off and attack each
other on kitchen counters?

“You’re too fucking
hot to be here tonight,” he said. “That’s the only warning
you’re going to get.”

“What am I supposed
to do with a warning like that?” I asked, as he bent his head to my
neck and raked his teeth along my skin.

“Ignore it.”

It was all the dog’s
fault, and by extension, Drex’s. If Drex hadn’t found her, and
she hadn’t backed me into a corner, I wouldn’t be sitting by a
cooktop with my legs apart and a virtual stranger’s cock causing
every nerve in my beat-up body to explode.

He grabbed my wrists
and forced them behind my back. “What’s that for?” I gasped.

“You had your warning
and now it’s too late. You’re mine.”

When I tried to pull
away, he gripped harder. “I like it when you struggle,” he said.
“Not that it’ll get you anywhere.”

His cock throbbed
against me. The whisper-thin fabric of the shorts did nothing to
conceal his length and thickness. And the way he held me with all his
strength – it gave me every excuse I needed to give in and let him
touch me, wherever and however he liked.

As soon as I let my
hands relax in his firm grip, my ring struck the granite counter.
When it did, it made a light ringing noise that shattered my heart.

That damn ring.

Had a man put it on my
finger? If so, where was he? What the hell was I doing right now?

“Drex, no,” I
muttered against his perfect, intoxicating lips. Every kiss was a
drug, a healing balm on all the mental and physical wounds of the
last few days.

“Yes,” he said.

“But we don’t know
–”

He let go of my wrists
and took my chin in his fingers. “Look at me,” he said, his
green-flecked gaze grabbing mine and not letting go. “What we don’t
know won’t hurt us. Do you understand me?”

“But –”

“But, everything else
is speculation. All we have is right now.”

“We have tomorrow.”

“Do we? Are you
sure?” Still holding my chin, he began unzipping his jeans with his
other hand. “Or do we just have this?”

He took my hand and
brought it to his cock. I was too compelled, too needy to pull my
hand away. Slowly, searchingly, I ran my fingers across it, stroked
its wide girth and felt the pulsing veins along the shaft. His groans
of pleasure made my stomach tighten and dip. If I’d ever heard a
man make such an arousing sound, I didn’t know it.

“Sweet Jane,” he
moaned. “Where did you come from? Heaven?”

I thought of all the
scorched desert miles I’d walked and barely survived. “Hell,
actually,” I said, pressing my lips to the hollow of his throat.

He exhaled a ragged
breath. “Even better.”

I’ve
never done anything so crazy
, I thought, before realizing
that I had no way of knowing. This might be something I did every
day, with every sexy man I could get my hands on.

But my instincts said
it wasn’t. It felt too much like a first time, with all of the
heart-pounding excitement that came with it.

“I’m going to have
you,” he said. “Right here. Right now.”

I gasped as he pinched
my nipples. Everything was hurried except for the perfect, slow
pressure of his fingers. That was gentle, meant to give me exquisite
pleasure and break me down. To make me forget that I had another life
somewhere. And that this might be very wrong.

But wrong or not, my
body craved him. I squeezed him harder and felt his huge cock pulse
in response. “No turning back, now, Blue Eyes,” he said.

For the first time
today, I liked that nickname. A lot.

I heard the soft click
of nails on tile as Diesel got up and loped toward her kennel in the
living room. Her master was about to ravish me and, apparently, that
was reassurance enough for her.

He took me by the
waist, pulled me down off the counter, and whirled me around. With a
quick tug, he yanked the gym shorts to my knees. Then, using the toe
of his boot, he pushed the fabric all the way to my ankles. It was
raw, rough, and almost unbearably arousing.

“Step out,” he
ordered. “Spread your legs.”

I stepped out and
kicked the shorts aside. Planting my feet apart, I leaned my hands on
the counter and silently begged him to fuck me.

Please
make me feel good. Take me away from whoever I am.

As if he could hear
every word, he grabbed my hips. “What an amazing ass you have,”
he said. “Do you know how fucking perfect you are?”

I shook my head. I was
glad I was facing away so he couldn’t see me blush.

“You’re more than
perfect. You’re a goddess. I just want to look at you.”

For a full minute, he
held me still. My whole world hinged on the sizzling connection
between his hands and my hips. Though we didn’t say anything,
tension crackled between us, building and breaking like a silent
storm.

“Are you ready to be
fucked?” he asked, sliding his hands to the backs of my thighs.

It seemed crazy to
admit it, but I’d lied enough for one day. “Yes.”