The Ultimate Romantic Suspense Set (8 romantic suspense novels from 8 bestselling authors for 99c)

by Lee Taylor

  Sean whistled in admiration. He glared at the two young boys.

  “You men, you understand how lucky you are, don’t you? This man, your coach, is one of a kind. You listen to him and do him proud. You hear me?”

  Trey’s and DaShon’s “Yes, Sir’s” echoed as they backed away from the fierce Sergeant’s stare.

  After the boys went upstairs, Sean crooked a finger at Jesse and held up his empty beer can.

  “You holding out on me, girl? When are you going to bring out the good stuff?”

  Jesse laughed and headed toward the liquor cabinet. “I wanted to make you beg, Dad.”

  She put a bottle of Wild Turkey and three glasses on the table in front of him.

  “Now that’s more like it, girl.”

  Jesse laughed and looked to Dameon.

  He nodded. “You know you don’t have to ask, Jesse. That’s the finest whisky I’ve had. I applaud your taste, Sean.”

  Jesse handed her father a glass and sunk to the floor next to his chair, leaning against his knee.

  Sean rubbed her shoulder and bent down to kiss the top of her head.

  “I missed you, girl.”

  Dameon saw the moisture clouding Sean’s eyes.

  Jesse snuggled up next to her father. “I missed you too, Dad. It’s been bad, hard. But I’m glad you could come and see how well Trey is doing now.”

  “I also came to check up on you, daughter of mine.”

  She gazed up at him and shook her head. “Dad, I keep telling you. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  Sean met Dameon’s eyes over Jesse’s head. “I’m hoping that is true, milish.”

  Jesse stood up and leaned over the back of his chair, draping her arms around her father’s shoulders. She kissed his cheek and patted his head.

  “Remember, Dad, I can take care of myself.”

  Sean groaned. “Hell, daughter, you’ve been telling me that since you were eight years old. And damned if it wasn’t true.”

  Dameon might have been envious of the affection between them, but instead he was gratified. He realized that Sean and Trey were likely Jesse’s only close relationships. The only people she let down her guard with. He thought with a start, except for him. The memory of her angry outbursts and poignant breakdowns, coupled with her wanton response to his erotic overtures confirmed that he was more inside her inner circle than either he or Jesse had acknowledged. The thought filled him with joy and ratcheted up his desire for her tenfold.

  As the night progressed, Sean regaled them with one ribald story after another. When Dameon and Sean began comparing locations and missions, Jesse added cautious notes about her own experience. After another glass of Wild Turkey, she relaxed further. Whether from the excitement of the game or the presence of her father, Jesse’s eyes were shining and her cheeks were flushed a soft rosy pink. She laughed more than Dameon had ever seen her laugh. Dameon couldn’t help but notice how the scooped neck of her filmy dress revealed her cleavage when she bent over to pick up her glass. Sitting across from her, Dameon had to physically restrain himself from reaching for her and pulling her close. Which would have made it even more difficult to hide his arousal.

  Sean saved him from embarrassing himself when he turned the conversation to the subject of Raoul.

  “Dameon told me about your special client, Jesse. When you told me what a great client he was, you neglected to mention that his family runs the drug trade in New Mexico.”

  He scowled at her. “You skipped over that part, girl, when you told me what this scallywag did to you.”

  Jesse threw Dameon an annoyed glance. “Humph. I presume the scallywag was talking about Raoul Morales. Don’t worry, Dad. I know what I’m doing, and Raoul is no longer involved with his family’s business.” She sniffed and turned away at Dameon’s guffaw. “Raoul is a nice man and is introducing me to several new clients.” At Dameon’s raised eyebrows, she insisted, “And, no, not all of them are connected to his family.”

  Dameon narrowed his gaze. “But, some of them are?”

  Jesse ignored his interjection. “Dameon worries too much, Dad. He’s overprotective. Thinks I can’t handle a bad boy.” She winked at Dameon. “Or two.”

  Sean didn’t see her teasing wink and frowned. “I worry too, Jesse.”

  Jesse tossed her head and smiled. “Then you both are wasting your time. I’m as combat-ready as I ever was.” She glared at them in mock anger. “I may have to show you how I taught the women in my unit to take down arrogant men. Men who thought just because they were bigger and brawnier that they couldn’t be brought to their knees by the right woman.”

  Dameon whistled and gave her a sexy once over. “Damn, Jesse, I’m already on my knees. What more do you want from me?”

  Jesse flushed and looked away confirming that she didn’t miss his double entendre.

  Seeing her face flame and watching her nervously chew on her bottom lip, Dameon stood. He knew that if he didn’t get his hands on her in the next couple of minutes he was going to attack her—which likely wouldn’t go over well with her father. But then again, considering the twinkling lights dancing in Sean’s eyes, perhaps the hardened soldier had silently given Dameon his blessing. Dameon hoped so, because with or without Sean’s permission, he was done playing on Jesse’s court. He was moving their game to his. Where, he thought with a grin, the rules were decidedly different.

  “I need to be going. Give you two a chance to spend some time together. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your first night here, Sean. I know you don’t often get to see Jesse. Your time together is precious.”

  Sean rose and extended his hand. “Yes it is. But I’m glad you were here, Dameon. I enjoyed the evening. Thanks.”

  As Dameon walked by, he nodded to Jesse.

  “Jesse can I speak to you for a moment?”

  She hesitated and nodded nervously. “Of course, I’ll walk you to the door.”

  Chapter 22

  When they got to the porch, Dameon moved into the shadows.

  “Come here, Jesse.”

  She hesitated and glanced behind herself. While Dameon’s tone was firm, his eyes were dancing with mischief.

  “Over here, tiger.” He motioned to the spot beside him. “I want to tell you something. Your father gave me permission.”

  Jesse frowned, not trusting him. “What are you talking about, Dameon?”

  “Your father gave me permission to court you.”

  She was incredulous. “Court me? What does that mean?”

  “I said, come here, baby.”

  His smile was wicked, his voice filled with laughter.

  He reached for her and tugged her close to him. “To start with, it means this.”

  She gasped as a streak of sensation took her breath and glanced nervously at the door behind her.

  “Dameon?”

  “Yeah, you better come over here where no one can see us.”

  Feeling Dameon’s big hands closing around her hips, Jesse took a raspy breath. Her face felt hot, her chest was tight.

  “What… what are you doing?”

  “I’m doing what I’ve wanted to do for three weeks, six days and fifteen hours. I’m going to kiss you, Jesse. Kiss you hard and well.”

  Jesse shivered. Even though he was smiling, Dameon’s eyes were dark, intense. Looking down she saw his arousal. Excitement flared through her, shooting straight to her core.

  She muffled her surprised cry when he wove his fingers into her hair and dragged her up next to him.

  His beard shadow rasped against the tender skin on her upraised throat. “And, honey, I’m not going to stop at kissing.”

  His probing hands roamed over her body. His voice was low, husky.

  “Jesse you need to know, this time I’m not stopping.”

  She gasped and tried to pull away.

  “Dameon, for God’s sake, my father, Trey—”

  He grasped her hands and held them tight. “No, not tonight. Tiger. But you
deserve a heads-up. We’re moving away from your timing and getting on board mine.”

  Licking across the seam of her lips, he growled, “New rules, honey. The first period’s over. This is the beginning of the second period. We’ve been through a lot together. I’ve held back the best I can. Given you room, and time. I’m done, Jesse.”

  He twisted her hands together and held them up over her head with one strong hand. Gazing into her eyes, he pressed his hard body against hers. She slammed her eyes closed and shuddered, stunned at his rigid staff pressing against the top of her thighs. His voice was a low sexy growl.

  “You need to hear me, Jesse. I’m done holding back.”

  He stroked his hands over her hips edging her groin up hard against his and murmured in her ear.

  “I’m going to take you, baby. I’m going to have you under me, on top of me. I’m going to be so deep inside of you, you won’t know where I end and you begin.”

  Jesse gasped for air, her heart pounding in her chest. “Oh, my God….”

  Shivers of electricity flooded over her from her toes to the pit of her stomach and below.

  Dameon tightened his grip on her hips. His whisper was harsh, demanding—daring her.

  “Tell me you don’t want it. Tell me you don’t want me.”

  Unable to fight her excitement, she whimpered, “I can’t. I… I can’t!”

  “Can’t what?”

  “I can’t tell you that, Dameon….”

  “Good. Tell me what you do want. Tell me, Jesse. Tell me now.”

  His command broke through her defenses, unleashing a surge of desire.

  “I… I want you to touch me. Like you did before.”

  Running his hands under the top of her dress he cupped her breasts. He rubbed his fingers around the lacey satin covering her straining nipples.

  “Like this, baby? Like I did when you almost came—just by my touching your nipples?”

  When he pinched her nipples, she cried out at the burst of passion that shot through her. “Yes, Yes! Like that.”

  His voice was a low growl. “You want me to put my hands here?” He reached for the hem of her dress dragging it up to her waist. He jumped back in surprise then muttered, “Christ, woman. Do you always come armed?”

  He removed her gun, and yanked her knife from the other sheath. He tossed them on the table with a harsh laugh.

  “Did you think you could keep me away, Jesse? That I couldn’t disarm you? That I wouldn’t want to touch you here?”

  He forced her legs apart and pressed his hand against her damp panties.

  She could barely breathe. “Oh God, Dameon. No….”

  “No what?” His voice was gruff, insistent.

  He had her dress up around her waist. Cupping her ass cheeks in his big hands, he pulled her up against his hard arousal.

  “Feel that, Jesse. Feel what you do to me? I need you. I need you in the worst way.”

  He took her hand and rubbed it over the end of his cock that was straining against his trousers.

  “Understand, baby? That’s going to be inside of you, soon. I’m telling you, Jesse, I can’t stay away from you any longer. Do you understand?”

  At the sound her father walking into the kitchen, Dameon groaned. His face tensed. With an effort he held her away from himself. Shaking with desire, Jesse whimpered at the loss. She ached to hold onto him.

  Dameon pulled her close again and murmured in her ear.

  “I have to confess. I overstated it a bit, what I said about your father. He didn’t say I couldn’t court you….”

  Clinging to him, Jesse giggled. “Knowing my father, that’s the same as saying ‘have at her!’ ”

  They both laughed. Dameon wrapped her tight in his arms and buried his mouth in her silky hair and sucked in a noisy breath.

  “Jesse, Jesse. God, woman, what you do to me.”

  He tipped up her chin with his thumb, forcing her to look into his eyes.

  “I’m not done. I’m just starting. Do you hear me?”

  She clung to him and swallowed past the lump in her throat. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might break through her chest. “Yes. Yes, Dameon. I hear you.”

  ~~~

  Dameon, Trey and DaShon practiced at the park for hours, cheered on by an excited and verbal Sean. As long as you didn’t mind every third word being a curse word, they couldn’t have had a better or more knowledgeable cheerleader and assistant coach. Dameon chuckled thinking about the drill sergeants he’d had back in the day. They truly were a type and Sergeant Major Sean Casey O’Donnell was one of them.

  At noon he and the boys headed for the Pit, the nickname for the basketball arena on the New Mexico University campus. He’d reserved the court from three to five so his team could practice in the huge arena where only DaShon and Rodrigo had played before. He hoped that the practice would help get rid of their fears about the setting. He grimaced. The Wildcats were enough to worry about.

  Getting a message from his housekeeper, he placed a call to Jesse.

  “Jesse, I’m hoping you can help me out. Marina planned to bring Zoey to the game. Something’s come up and she can’t make it work. Zoey is hysterical that she might not be able to go to the game. Any way that I can impose on you? Please say no if it’s in any way a problem.”

  “Of course, Dameon, my Dad would love it and so will I. You know how much I like that little girl.”

  “The feeling is mutual, Jesse. Thank you. Zoey has been looking forward to this game as much as I have. I couldn’t have lived with her if she ended up missing it.”

  Within minutes of picking up Zoey, the young girl had won over Sean. Jesse had never seen her father as amenable as he was with the small, dark-haired sprite.

  Zoey had looked him over for a minute or two and then voiced her conclusion.

  “I have lots of different kinds of Grandpas. My dad says if he shouted ‘Hi Grandpa!’ into a crowd, half of the United Nations would stand up.”

  Jesse and Sean laughed at the precocious observation.

  Gazing at Sean, her heart-shaped face pinched with seriousness, Zoey pursed her lips. “I don’t have any red-haired grandpas. But I would like to have you.”

  Sean laughed aloud.

  “I’ll tell you a secret, little lady. I’ve had some interesting propositions in my life but I can’t remember one I’d rather accept. And you’re right. No self-respecting Grandpa collector should be without a red-headed Irishman. I’m honored to be your honorary Grandpa.”

  Zoey leapt up and kissed him on the cheek. In response Sean’s face flushed a rosy hue that mimicked his wiry hair.

  “Now that we have that settled, can I tell you a secret?” She raised an eyebrow at Jesse. “Do you promise you won’t tell?”

  “Hmm, I’m not sure I like making promises without knowing the topic. But go ahead. I’ll take a chance.”

  The young girl’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

  “When I grow up I am going to fall in love and marry someone who looks just like Trey. I think he is gorgeous. And if I can’t find someone as beautiful, then I am going to have to marry Trey.”

  Jesse managed to keep from laughing and looked as serious as she could.

  “We’ll keep your secret, Zoey, although I know that Trey would be flattered. Well, maybe not at age fifteen but in a few years he will be for sure.”

  She winked at Sean over the young girl’s head with a ‘didn’t I tell you she was something else’ look.

  Sean nodded, his eyes dancing. A moment later, he spoke with a slight catch in his voice.

  “Dameon’s done a terrific job with that little girl. She’s bright, charming and wise. I like her a lot.”

  Jesse responded to the wistful undercurrent in Sean’s voice.

  “C’mon, Dad, we did a good job too. And don’t you forget it.”

  ~~~

  The parents clustered around Dameon and the team as they came off the practice court. It had b
een a challenging practice. Trey in particular seemed off his game. His face was flushed and he kept his eyes on the floor, ignoring Jesse as the parents huddled around for Dameon’s pep talk.

  Dameon was relaxed, smiling. He hugged Zoey, his adoration clear. “How are you doing, half pint? Excited for the big game?”

  Zoey shook her head and put on her coach’s hat. “They looked good, Daddy, but need to be more aggressive. They all seem a little off. I think you should consider a Box One defense and if the Wildcats are as good as everyone says, you may have to press the whole game.”

  Dameon laughed along with the parents. “That’s box and one, Sweetie. How about we critique the game after, okay half pint? For now I want to concentrate on what went well in our practice and the things we need to sharpen.”

  Speaking to the parents with an eye on the chastened-looking team, Dameon was cool, confident.

  “For you parents, know this. When our practice is shaky it means we’re getting out the kinks. That’s exactly why I brought the team here early. Now that we’ve dealt with the largest arena most of our players have seen, we’re going to get our act together. Right team? We know who we’re facing. They have some of the biggest and best players in this state. What they don’t have is a team. That’s our point of difference and it is how we are going to beat them. Like them, we have our superstars, but we also have a bunch of guys who know what it means to play as a team.”

  He smiled his easy smile and turned to his team, most of whom were staring at the floor. “How it about it, men? Let’s show those Wildcats what a band of Warriors can do when we all pull together. Whadda you say we bring this one home?”

  At the encouraging shouts and applause from the parents, Dameon tousled Zoey’s hair and hugged her close. “See you soon, half pint. Take care of Jesse and her dad. Try not to commentate the entire game, okay?”

  He reached over and put an arm around Jesse’s waist. “Wish us luck, tiger.”

  His gesture didn’t escape Sean. Her father looked over at Jesse with a raised eyebrow and shook his head with a knowing smile.