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Authors: Myla Jackson

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"That's right. The brunette waitress is Bella." Charli's fingers twisted the hem of her skirt, refusing to let her hopes rise yet again only to be crushed so easily.

Connor grabbed her hand, smoothing the skirt down over her thigh, before facing his friend. "If you're sure? I think Mark and Luke will be there. You know them."

"I know how to get around in a bar by myself. Don't you worry, man. Enjoy." Grant winked at Charli and left, pulling the door closed behind him with a snap.

For a long moment, she and Connor stared at the door, unmoving.

He was first to break the silence. "Are you wearing any underwear?"

Chapter Four
 

Charli's fingers tightened in his, heat flowing through her body like molten lava, spreading low to that suddenly drenched place between her thighs. "No."

Connor spun her into his arms, lifted up her legs, wrapping them around his waist and pressed her up against the wall. "All through dinner, were you wearing any underwear?" he asked, his blue-eyed gaze boring into hers.

She shook her head, her glance dropping to his lips only inches from hers. Her tongue darted out dampening suddenly dry lips, her pussy resting on the ridge pressing against his denim fly, the coarse fabric setting off electrical shocks that couldn't be ignored. "Does that bother you?"

He groaned, his mouth crushing hers in a soul-stealing kiss, his fingers digging into her naked ass. "It bothers me a lot," he said, into her mouth as his tongue lashed out, twisting around hers.

When Connor came up for air, Charli rested her arms on his shoulders, ready to launch the final step in Jackson's hunting scenario—the kill. "So what are you doing about the situation?"

"This." He lifted her, carried her into her bedroom and laid her out on her bed, spreading her legs wide. "We'll start here." Dropping to his knees, he draped her knees over his shoulders and pulled her bottom to the edge, his tongue diving into her pussy, swirling around and around in her juices. His fingers parted her folds, laying open the little nubbin of swollen nerve-endings, pulsing with every heartbeat. Licking his way up to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, tugging at the skin, nipping gently before flicking it again and again.

Charli's fingers dug into the comforter, her back arching off the mattress, as the tingling sensations spread from the tips of her fingers and toes, working their way inward to implode in a cataclysmic burst of sensations. Within seconds, she rocketed to the moon in the most earth-shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced."Oh, dear God, I'm dying," she cried as her body stiffened and she rode the intense wave, cresting and sliding into shore on a sigh. After what felt like hours, but had only been moments, she sank back to earth, her body quivering, her insides a mass of fractured nerves.

A chuckle warmed her skin. Connor slid her up on the bed and lay down between her legs, still fully clothed.

Stretching, she reached for the buttons on his jeans, flipping open the top one with a desperation she'd only begun to realize. "I want you inside me."

He smoothed a hand across her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. "Soon."

"Now." The tigress in her refused to be put off another moment. Too much time had been wasted waiting. She pushed him to his back and tore through the buttons on his shirt, none too gently, popping one free of the thread. The round disk pinged against the headboard and bounced off the nightstand.

Charli didn't care. She could sew it back on later. Once she had his shirt open, she laid her cheek against his chest, his warmth stirring her desire back to life, keeping it from fading into delicious afterglow. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged the remaining buttons free, wanting to see what he had to offer, knowing she wouldn't be disappointed, based on the size of the ridge.

His dick sprang free, popping to attention, hard, thick and long.

Charli's pussy pulsed, aching for him to fill her, to thrust deep inside.

But first, she wanted to give him what he'd given her.

She tugged the jeans down his legs, admiring trim hips and well-muscled thighs, covered in curly, manly hairs. Her hands skimmed across him, reveling in the hard planes and defined ridges of muscles and sinew.

Leaning up on his elbows, he shrugged the shirt down his arms, tossed it to the corner and reached for his jeans before she could throw them to the floor. "Wait." He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and slipped a foil packet from inside.

Charli laughed. "I'd completely forgotten." She plucked the packet from his fingers and laid it on the pillow beside his head. "Later." She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile and went down on him, sliding her pussy over one of his thighs, leaving a slippery trail of come. Then she wrapped her hands around his length, enjoying the steely velvet of warm skin and desire. With a sigh, she dragged her cheek across his head, touching her tongue to his tip, tapping into the hole, already primed with lust.

Her mouth closed around the bulbous head, sliding down over him, taking his length as far as she could, until he bumped against the back of her throat. As she slid back to the top, she glanced up at his face, gauging his reaction.

A self-satisfied warmth spread through Charli's chest as Connor's fingers clutched at the comforter, the tightness of his jaw and the fire gleaming in his eyes, spurred her on. She settled into a rhythm, sinking down over him and back up, slowly at first, teasing, testing his reaction.

He reached for her hips, spinning her around, sliding one of her knees over his head to position her pussy over his mouth.

Then the fun began anew.

As she worked his cock, sucking hard, scraping her teeth softly along his length, she massaged his balls between her fingers.

Connor grabbed her hips and spread her knees wider until his tongue could flick at her clit.

A charged jolt of electricity zipped through her, singing her nerves, sending wave upon wave of sensations skittering through her body, pooling in her molten-hot core.

Her fingers curled around his hips and she shoved him deep into her mouth, taking him all the way in as his tongue thrust into her cunt.

It couldn't get better than when she blitzed to her second orgasm of the night.

Suddenly Connor flung her to the mattress on her back, ripped open the foil and rolled the condom down over his cock. He shoved a knee between hers and dropped down  to where his cock nudged her opening. "I can't wait any longer."

His gruff words brought a smile to her lips. "Good." Her legs wrapped around his waist and she dug her heels into his buttocks as he thrust deep inside her, hard and fast, stretching and filling her channel until his balls slammed against her ass.

Charli gasped, her back arching off the bed.

Connor pulled back, his eyes wide. "Did I hurt you?"

"God, no," she whispered, digging her heels into his buttocks once more. "Again!" He rammed into her again, thrusting deep, his thickness almost more than she could bear and yet, richly erotic and completely satisfying.

Over and over he pushed into her, thrusting, retreating and thrusting again until his gorgeous, naked skin gleamed with perspiration and he froze.

Barely able to breathe, Charli stared up at his face.

Connor's jaw tightened to stone and he threw back his head as he thrust once more, then held still, his member pulsing inside Charli.

When at last he looked back down at her, a smile spread across his lips. "You're amazing."

"You're not so bad yourself." As the intensity of her orgasm eased, she reached up to cup his cheek. "Why in hell did we wait to do this?"

He rolled with her to his side, maintaining the intimate connection, pulling her into the curve of his muscled arm. "I'm a one-woman kind of guy. I wanted to be sure you were a one-man kind of girl." Connor kissed her and smoothed his hands through her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Eventually, the cowboy fell into a deep sleep.

Charli lay for a long time in his arms, knowing this was exactly where she wanted to be, but not knowing if she was what Connor needed. Their dates had occurred at the same time she was seeing her mystery cowboy. A niggle of discomfort, maybe even guilt, nagged at her subconscious. She had to end it once and for all with Original Sin. The sooner the better. But how could she break it off with him when she didn't even have his phone number?

And should she tell Connor about her previous love life? His statement of “a one-man kinda gal” hinted he’d be shocked as hell at her actions.
Don’t spoil this night
.

Warm and satiated from the most mind-blowing sex she'd had in her entire life, Charli stayed awake through most of the night, not knowing what to do next.

 

THE END

(Like that? How about one more round and we'll call it?)

About the Author
 

Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill
into her
red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.

To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at
www.mylajackson.com

Other Titles by Myla Jackson
 

Latest Releases

 

Dirty Tricks: One Up On You

Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game

Dirty Tricks: Three's A Charm

Dirty Tricks: Four Play

Dirty Tricks: Five-Second Seduction

Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation

 

Sex Ed

Boots and Chaps

Honor Bound

Duty Bound

River Bound

Body Snatchers

Naked Prey

Fit to Be Tied

Excerpt from Dirty Tricks Book #6
 

SIX DEGREES OF DESPERATION

by Myla Jackson

 

Light streamed in through the gap in the wooden blinds, the beam falling across the rumpled sheets, warming Charli Sutton's skin. She stretched, her eyes blinking open to the brightness of the room. A glance at the clock confirmed it was near noon. She'd never slept better.

Charli yawned, pushed her hair out of her face and ran her hand down her neck to her naked breasts, where it froze. Eyes widening, a flood of memories flushed over her, heating her body, sending fiery signals of lust straight to her pussy.

"Connor," she whispered, her eyes darting to the pillow beside her. Instead of the studly cowboy, Connor Mason, a crisp white piece of paper lay in the gentle indention where his head had lain. On top of the paper lay a deep red rose from Charli's own garden.

Her insides on fire, Charli sat up straight, disappointment her first reaction, knowing the note meant he'd gone. And she'd had such a rush of needs overwhelming her, she'd hoped he'd be there to satisfy them or at least take the edge off before she faced the day.

Had to go to work. I'll see you at the Cowboy Ball tonight
.

Charli clutched the note to her chest and cupped the rose beneath her nose, the warmth of hope filling her.

He wanted to see her again.

She sank back against the pillow, a smile curling her lips. Connor had been so gentle and yet forceful making love to her, not once, but several times throughout the night.

A delicious ache centered at her entrance where the friction of his thrusts had send her reeling over the edge of orgasm more than once. His lips had burned a path from hers all the way down her throat, skimming across the swells of her breasts.

Charli trailed the rose across her skin to the tip of one nipple. The areola drew up in response, still sensitive from the burn of Connor's beard. Charli circled the tip with the velvety smooth rose, spurring longing deep inside, tugging at her core, sending waves of cream-filled lust to her entrance.

She moaned and squirmed beneath the rose, sliding it lower still, across her ribs, skimming past her bellybutton to the furry mound at the apex of her thighs.

His lips had been there too, his fingers parting her folds, exposing that little nubbin of nerves, ripe and pulsing, ready for whatever torture he had in mind.

Charli's back arched off the mattress, just as it had when Connor had spread her knees wide and laid down between her legs, gathering her bottom in his big, calloused hands, lifting her pussy to his lips.

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