The Naughty Nine: Where Danger and Passion Collide

by Nina Bruhns

She looked down. Tears burned the backs of her eyelids and her throat ached.

  “And, Dameon, I am so very, very sorry.”

  He was quiet, frowning, staring at a spot on the floor. When it was obvious that he wasn’t going to answer her, she rose and walked to the door. She stopped with her hand on the knob. Seeing the jumble of emotions playing across his face she decided that while she had been a coward in the past, she wouldn’t leave like this.

  Her voice surprised her. It was strong, controlled.

  “Dameon.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment then untangled himself from his chair. He rose and faced her.

  “Yes?”

  She swallowed hard, staring at him from across the room. He was gorgeous. Dark, unbelievably handsome. But also stern, dangerous.

  She finally conjured up enough spit in her mouth to ask, “How many?”

  His voice was gruff.

  “How many what?”

  With her heart in her throat, Jesse refused to back down.

  “You said when you made love to me you’d give me more orgasms than I could count.”

  He raised an eyebrow, then gave a dispassionate shrug.

  “So I did.”

  She swallowed again.

  “If you did that? Tonight? How many would it be?”

  His frown darkened. “Tonight?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “A number?”

  Fighting to breathe she murmured, “Yes.”

  His voice was curt, hard.

  “Minimum, six.”

  Jesse shuttered her eyes, refusing to let her tears fall. She gave him a brave smile.

  “It’s getting late. Maybe we should get started.”

  He nodded, his expression was unreadable.

  “Perhaps we should. Come here, Jesse.”

  Red Rock Rises: Chapter Thirty-Five

  Dameon motioned to her to come across the room pointing to a place in front of him.

  Her legs were shaking but she managed to walk toward him. His expression was cool, hard, implacable. He locked her in his gaze as powerfully as if he held her in his arms.

  “Over here, right there.”

  He raked his eyes over her body and came to rest on her breasts.

  “Take off your clothes, Jesse.”

  Jesse trembled and bit down on her bottom lip.

  He jerked his head at her camisole. “Take it off.”

  Jesse hesitated then reached for the hem of her camisole and pulled it over her head. Clutching it in her hands, she pressed the silky material against her bare chest. She swallowed gazing up at him not able to hide her anxiety.

  He flicked his finger. “Drop it. Let it go.”

  Jesse closed her eyes and let the flimsy silk flutter to the floor.

  “Cup your breasts.”

  She faltered then did as he said. Dameon nodded when she lifted the heavy globes in her hands and held them toward him.

  “Yeah, like that. Present them to me.”

  He narrowed his eyes, studying her. To her shock he took out his cell phone. She covered her breasts protectively but his frown stopped her. He waited until she held them up to him again.

  Glancing down at his phone, he pulled up a picture. He examined it then looked at her breasts, his eyes wide with wonder.

  “I didn’t think anything could be more beautiful. I’ve looked at this picture so many times, it’s embedded in my brain. I thought I knew every nuance--every inch of your breasts, of your amazing nipples. How rosy and soft they are. How the more I talked to you, the more they darkened, beaded up. Like they are now.” He looked down at the picture then back at her. “I didn’t think they could be more beautiful. But they are.”

  Jesse felt the tears slipping down her face. She didn’t try to stop them.

  Dameon moved closer.

  “You said you wanted me to hold you? How would you like me to hold you?”

  She shook her head. “I… I don’t know.”

  “I will hold you, Jesse. But first, show me what you did when I was making love to you on the telephone. I told you to tug on your nipples, to make them hard. Do that for me, now.”

  She tentatively rubbed her tender nipples. They felt swollen, sensitive.

  “Yeah, just like that, Jesse.”

  A shock of sensation hit her when her nipples hardened in her fingers.

  “Oh my god!” She looked up at him imploringly. “Now will you….” Jesse’s voice trailed away. Her need was so strong that she couldn’t find the words.

  “Will I what? Will I suck on them? Run my tongue around those beautiful hard nubs? Yeah, baby I will. Come closer.”

  Dameon pulled her next to him and held her tight against him, burying his face in her hair. He’d known that if he held her in his arms, it would be all over. His fierce resolve fizzled like snow atop an erupting volcano. He was powerless to stop. But she needed to know, in this game, the deck was stacked. The winners would be the luckiest people on earth; the losers the most miserable.

  “Jesse, I’m warning you. You better decide quickly if this is what you want because there’s no turning back. But, if you think I was angry before… if you’re not serious--”

  She reached up and pressed her finger against his lips.

  “Stop talking! And do… something. Dameon. Why do you talk so much?”

  He laughed, kissing the tears on her face. “I do, don’t I? I’m in the ‘persuasion’ business, Jesse. I’m used to making people do what I say. What I tell them to do. But you don’t always do that, do you, tiger?”

  He pinched her cheek, startling her. “You need to know, Jesse. I’m not going to be easy. I’ve waited too long for this. I want you too much. I want you bad. In the worst way.”

  At his teasing threat her stomach leapt then fell. The pitch was disorienting and exciting. Dameon murmured, “How about I start by doing this?”

  He reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. Pulling her closer, he groaned.

  “Oh, Christ. How. I. Have. Missed. This.”

  He ran his tongue around her earlobe then blew on the damp skin. She shuddered when he buried his tongue in her ear and bit at the lobe. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand. Her legs were like rubber, her knees were shaking.

  “Look at me, Jesse.” He brushed at her tears. “Jesse? Honey? Why are you crying?”

  “Because… I’m afraid you’ll stop.”

  “Nah. That’s not why you’re crying. You know I’m not going to stop. You know why you’re crying, Jesse? Because you want this as badly as I do. Your body is begging me to make love to you. You know what, honey? That’s what we’re going to do, what we’re going to do for the rest of the night.”

  He rocked her in his arms, cradling her against him.

  “I lied to you, Jesse.”

  Startled, she frowned. “What, how.... ”

  “I should have been more honest. Six orgasms? Pfftt! That’ll take us an hour at the most.”

  He murmured against her hair. “Uh uh, tiger. I plan to fuck you all night long.”

  At her shocked gasp, he tipped her face up to his. His eyes were dancing with mischievous excitement.

  “What will it be, Major? How do you want me to fuck you? You want me to lift you up here? Lay you out on the top of my desk? Or how about I push you over the back of my chair? Pull your ass up in the air and take you from behind? What’s your pleasure, Major O’Donnell?”

  He shook his head. “Don’t bother answering. It doesn’t matter what you want or in what order. I’m going to do whatever I want, whenever I want, and however I want. I’m giving the orders here. What do you say to that, tiger?”

  Jesse bit down on her lip.

  “What’s taking you so long then to get started?”

  He roared and pulled her up close to him.

  “Christ, even when I act like a caveman I can’t intimidate you, can I, tiger?”

  Jesse laughed. It seemed like forever
since she’d felt real joy. Her tears streamed unchecked down her cheeks. She didn’t know how she could be any more intimidated, her entire body was shaking so hard, she thought she might break apart. She didn’t know how much longer her skin could hold her together. And then Dameon began to test her limits.

  He nipped at her neck, whispering soft sexy words--dirty words. Winding his fingers in her hair, he tugged her head back, hard.

  “Yeah, I like that. Open your throat to me, honey.”

  Dameon nuzzled her neck, his beard shadow rasping against her tender skin. Jesse shivered. She wanted more, so much more. She arched her back, wanting him to go lower, to take her aching nipples in his mouth.

  “When you do that, Jesse, when you arch your back like that? Your breasts swell and your nipples become even needier.”

  “Mmm, yes.” She moaned and pushed her breasts toward him

  “Damn, you’re begging me, aren’t you? Okay, tiger, I’m not a total brute. I’ll suck you. You want me to suck your breasts until you come, Jesse? I can do that, you know. Make you come just by sucking on those hard nipples of yours. Is that what you want me to do, baby?”

  A hard tremor shook her as her nipples tightened unbearably. Her voice was close to a wail. “Oh my God, Dameon. Yes, please!”

  He pressed her against the edge of the desk and shoved his knee between her legs.

  “Ride me, Jesse, right up against my cock. You can drive me crazy while I do this to you. Now let me at these.”

  Dameon ran his tongue round and round one sensitive nipple. With his other hand he plucked at her opposite nipple, tugging on it, making it long and hard. His murmurs, his low groans drove her higher and higher. His devastatingly expert tongue flung her to the edge of a passionate peak. Waves of excitement sparked from her knees to her core. Just when she thought he couldn’t be more outrageous, Dameon bit down hard on her throbbing nipple and pushed her over the precipice.

  He groaned. “That’s right, tiger. Now, baby. You can come now.”

  Jesse couldn’t control the waves of heat flooding her. Her whole body was on fire. She shattered too long, too hard.

  Dameon held her trembling body close to his. He whispered, “That’s one, darlin.”

  Setting her on her feet, he swept one hand across the top of his desk. Folders, papers, pens, a stapler and other items crashed to the floor. Dameon lifted her on top of the desk and laid her back. He folded her knees against her chest and pulled her hips to the edge of the desk.

  Panting with excitement, Dameon maneuvered his strong body between her legs.

  Still shaking from her orgasm, Jesse didn’t know how she was breathing at all. When he pulled her pants down over her knees and left them hanging at her ankles, she cried out in shock.

  Dameon smiled at her. “Oh God, yes. We’ve never gotten to this point. Have we, tiger?”

  He gazed in amazement at her bare body.

  “God, look at you! You beautiful woman, you.” He stroked her mound. “Ah, yes. You’re smooth, bare here. Just one little landing strip of hair leading to the honey pot. Clever, Jesse. Sexy. But do you know what would be sexier? If you were totally bare.” He ran his fingers through the tuft of hair and tugged on it. “I’m going to do that to you, Jesse. I’m going to take this pretty dark red fur and shave it off. All that will be left is your sweet pussy.”

  Jesse struggled with a thousand conflicting feelings. She was surprised at his shocking assertion, but more stunned at the way that he was gazing at her most private parts.

  “Dameon, I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve never--”

  He interrupted her. “That’s a good thing, Jesse. You don’t need to know anything except how much I want to do this to you. How much I want to touch and kiss and taste you. I want to find places in you and on you that are going to go wild at my touch. Do you understand that?

  “Now, spread your legs further apart.” He nudged her knees apart with his shoulders baring her to his eager gaze. “Yes, tiger, just like that.”

  She looked up at him, overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes.

  Her voice was as shaky as her knees. “Do you have to look like you are going to devour me?”

  “Honey, how could I look any other way?”

  He took both of her hands in his and pushed them up over her head. “Jesse, put your hands up here. That’s a good girl. Now hang onto the edge of the desk. That’s right. See what that does?”

  Without intending to, Jesse arched her back once more—and her hips. She realized that just as she’d presented her breasts to him, she was presenting her pussy. She was shocked that she’d said that word, even to herself. For years she’d heard guys use it as a derogatory insult. They called one another a pussy for myriad reasons. But no one had ever referred to her nether region that way and certainly not in such glowing terms.

  She’d never done this, never come close to doing anything like this. She’d never let a man go down on her. Yet here she was with Dameon: arching her back, pushing her hips up, inviting him to come closer—to her pussy.

  He groaned a hard male sound, further ratcheting up her excitement.

  “Ah yes, baby. Good, good, good. First I have to bury myself in your fragrance. Damn, Jesse. This is what I’ve needed, what has been dragging me to you. This musky smell of yours has spun an unbreakable web around me.”

  To her surprise he spread open her swollen folds with his skillful fingers.

  “Oh God, I don’t think you’re supposed to--”

  “Not supposed to do what? You don’t think I’m supposed to lick these pretty lips, suck on one then the other? Grasp them in my teeth and nibble on them? I’m not supposed to do that?

  “Ah Jesse. C’mon, tiger. If I don’t do that, you might not get your second climax. And, honey, you are wayyy overdue.”

  Dameon circled her throbbing clit with his tongue… but didn’t touch it. Struggling between the urge to stop him, or to beg for more, Jesse writhed under his probing fingers and tongue. He pushed one thick shocking finger inside of her and moved unerringly to a place that she swore had never been touched. It set off an electric charge of sensation. At the same time he pressed his tongue hard against her clit. When she cried out, he stroked that sensitive place inside of her and ever-so-gently sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Jesse screamed, shocked at her violent response. She’d never felt such ecstatic pleasure in her life.

  He drawled, “Yeah, baby, come now. Come all over my face. Like that.”

  For long moments she lay moaning, crying, pressing Dameon’s head against her lower belly.

  He rose up and kissed her then gave her a sexy wink. “That’s two.”

  Rubbing his lips against hers, he asked, “Can you taste yourself, Jesse? Savor how sweet you are. That sweet musky taste is as sensuous as that the sexy smell of yours. If I died this moment…. Nah, that's not going to happen. I’ve got way too much to do with this body of yours before I let the angels have at my ravenous body. Hell, you haven’t sampled it yet.”

  He scooped her up in his arms. Nodding at the overstuffed arm chair, he grinned.

  “We’ll save the back of the chair for the morning. Or hell, there’s a chair in my bedroom. Right now, I need a bed. All the things I plan to do to you require a bigger platform.”

  Jesse heard his soft crooning words. She knew that Dameon was carrying her. She heard his laughter, his sexy teasing threats. She felt like she was adrift in some erotic dream world. Every nerve in her body was firing on all cylinders. She hadn’t stopped shaking after her first orgasm, and the second one had shattered her. With a deep sigh, she gave into the heady sensations rippling over her naked body,

  When they entered his bedroom, Dameon flipped on a lamp. Peering through the low sensuous light, the only thing Jesse saw was his huge four poster bed.

  Dameon laid her on the bed and smiled. “How about it, tiger? You want me to tie you to the posts?” When she gasped, he laughed. “No, I don�
�t want to scare you. Maybe by number eight or nine, I’ll get to that.”

  An ironic frown crossed his face. “Jesse, I know there are worse ways to die, but, honey, if I don’t get inside of you soon, I’m going to short circuit—explode.”

  She shook her head. “You’re doing it again.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Talking.”

  When he laughed, Jesse saw the tears in his eyes. She was humbled by the need she saw. Gazing down at her, his eyes darkened with an emotion stronger than need. It was desire. Pure hungry, carnal desire.

  She touched his cheek, running her finger down the open neck of his shirt.

  “Can I look at you?” she asked awkwardly.

  He quirked an eyebrow at her naked body. “Hmm, seems only fair given that I’ve been ogling every part of your sexy body for the last hour.

  “On the other hand I might not take the time to undress. How about I unzip my pants, yank out my cock and shove it up inside of you?” He winked at her. “Or, do you prefer the ‘full Monte’?”

  She choked. “Uh um, either way would work….”

  Laughing, he took off his shirt. “Let’s start here.”

  Jesse gaped at the sight of Dameon’s bare torso.

  “Oh my God, Dameon. I don’t know if I can tolerate the whole package. You are so… masculine. Maybe you should forego taking off any more clothes.”

  He chuckled. “Nope, honey, not an option.” He crawled in beside her and pulled her up next to him.

  “Can I touch you?” Jesse asked.

  “You sure as hell better.”

  Jesse stroked his muscular chest, broad shoulders and strong biceps. His flat stomach tapered to his lean hips. She marveled at his beautiful skin. It was a warm brown with a hint of gold. She tugged playfully on the curly black hair decorating his chest and followed it down the sexy path to the top of his jeans. Smiling at his gasp, she sighed.

  “You’re beautiful, Dameon. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man.”

  “Thanks, tiger. I better be good-looking if I’m going to be next to you.”

  When she slipped her fingers inside the top of his jeans he raised an eyebrow.

  “You’re playing with fire, baby. That guy down there has been tormenting me for the last ten days, telling me to get the hell out there and bring back his woman.”