Six Degrees of Desperation (Dirty Tricks)

by Myla Jackson

  Charli grabbed his arms and turned him until his back was to the bed. Then, with a wide smile, she pushed him onto it.

  As he fell, he grabbed her around the middle, dragging her down.

  She straddled his hips, her pussy grinding against the ridge beneath his fly, an urgent reminder of her near nakedness and his fully clothed body.

  Her fingers flew over the buttons on his shirt, ripping them loose of the holes. As she moved down his muscled chest, she opened the shirt, kissing a path that followed her work until she reached the waistband of his jeans. With a sharp tug, she pulled the hem of his shirt out of the band and shoved the edges open.

  God, he had a beautiful chest. Tanned, toned and contoured around each muscle from his pecks to his abs. The dark brown nipples nestled in a smattering of manly hairs.

  Too aroused to slow her descent, Charli eased off the hard ridge of his cock and stood beside the bed, working the buttoned-fly of his jeans. She struggled with the first, then ripped the remaining open.

  His cock jutted out, rising straight to the sky, hot, hard and thick.

  Digging her fingers into his waistband, Charli dragged his jeans down to his boots. She grabbed his boot heels and tugged off one, then the other boot, tossing them behind her as she did.

  Naked at last, he sat up, his legs falling over the side of the bed. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her into the V between his legs. “What about foreplay?”

  “I’m working on that.” She dropped to her knees and took his cock in her hands, her fingers kneading his balls, while her tongue touched the tip and slid down his length in one, long, slow movement.

  His fingers fisted in her hair, his body tensing. “What about you? Don’t you want me to do that to you?”

  The guilt she felt reared its ugly head for a second and she almost lost her concentration. But she pushed all thoughts of the past, her indiscretions and her ultimate confession to the back of her mind, focusing on the man, promising to send him away with at least one good memory, before she shattered his trust. “I want this to be all about you.” Her mouth closed around his cock as she took him in.

  “Umm. That’s feels so good.” He shook his head, lifting her off his member. “But it can be so much better.” He scooted back on the bed until he lay in the middle and dragged her up beside him.

  Eager to please him first, Charli leaned across him, taking his cock in her hand, running her fingers down his length.

  Connor eased her up onto all fours and ducked his head beneath her, planting her knees on either side of his head. "Now, I can taste you as well."

  He urged her to spread her legs wider, dropping her down to within reach of his mouth.

  Charli creamed, her pussy throbbing, aching to be fucked. As soon as Connor's tongue touched her clit, she rocketed up the orgasm ladder, shooting for heaven. She sucked Connor's cock deeper into her mouth, taking his full length, all the way to the back of her throat. Her fingers curled around his scrotum, massaging the sacks as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

  His tender assault on her pussy had her gasping, her body jerking with each electric thrust of his tongue across the bundle of nerves so tightly coiled. When she burst over the edge, she could bear no more and lifted her bottom up and away from his mouth, her entire body quivering.

  Connor flipped her over on her back and dove for his jeans, returning with a condom, ripping into the package with his teeth. Then he lay between Charli's legs, leaning over her as her spasms began to subside. "Don't stop now." He reached between them and touched her there, igniting a whole new barrage of electric shocks pinging through her body.

  Charli wrapped her legs around Connor's waist and pulled him close.

  He paused with his cock nudging her entrance, teasing her with the possibilities of his thickness filling her, stretching her channel.

  "Don't stop now!" she cried, echoing his sentiment of a moment before.

  "I love you, Charli." He drove into her in one long, hard thrust.

  Charli's breath caught on a gasp, her heart squeezing so tightly in her chest she was certain she would die right there in Connor's arms, making love to a man she could have spent her life with...had she lived longer.

  He pulled out to the very tip of his magnificent cock and thrust again, settling into a rhythm, his speed increasing with the tension in his muscles.

  Charli clung to his shoulders, her legs clamped around his middle urging him closer, faster, harder.

  On his final thrust, he drove deep, his cock pulsing inside her, his breath caught and held. When at last he relaxed, he dropped to the mattress beside her, gathering her in his arms, holding her against his muscular chest. His breathing evened out and he sighed. "You're incredible, Charli."

  Charli reveled in the closeness, inhaling the scent of the man to remember when she slept alone again. She didn't want to break the mood, to ruin the most beautiful lovemaking she'd ever experienced. For a long time, she lay trying to gather the courage to tell Connor the truth.

  "Connor, I need to tell you something," she whispered, half-hoping he wouldn't hear her.

  "Ummm," he mumbled. "I haven't been totally up front with you," she said, her voice fading off into the darkness.

  "Ummm," he mumbled again.

  " Since I started dating you, I've made love to another man, whose name I don't even know." She held her breath waiting for Connor to say something, to pull away, to yell at her...something.

  He lay still, his chest rising in a slow, lazy rhythm.

  "Aren't you mad?" Her heart hammering against her ribs, Charli leaned up on an elbow and stared down into Connor's face—his relaxed, sleeping face. The man had gone to sleep!

  Charli shook her head, staring down at the man she was hopelessly falling in love with. She settled back in the crook of his arm, snuggling close to his naked body, relishing her last night with him and the way he made her feel safe and loved.

  Soon, sleep claimed her. Somewhere in the night, she dreamed she was lying with Connor in a field of bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes, the sun glowing down on them, warming their skin. The warmth faded, a cold wind blowing over her skin. In her dream, Connor had gone, leaving her alone in the field, the sun having set and a starless night closed in around her.

  She called out, but he didn't come. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, sobs rising in her chest. "Please," she called. "Don't go."

  "I'm here," a deep, resonant voice called out. "I'm not leaving. I love you too much...naked."

  Something smooth and velvety soft brushed across her lips, over her chin and down her neck.

  "Connor?"

  "Guess again."

  There was that voice again, like melted chocolate, spreading into every pore of her body. "Am I dreaming?" Charli asked.

  "A little." He chuckled. "Open your eyes, my beautiful, sexy lover."

  The velvety soft thing slid across a breast, tickling her nipple. Fire ignited in her core and Charli blinked open her eyes and stared up into a masked face.

  Suddenly awake, her gaze darted to the pillow beside her, where Connor had been sleeping. Hadn't it been only moments before?

  "Looking for someone?" Original Sin's lips curled upward while his hand trailed a soft yellow rose lower still across Charli's belly.

  Where was Connor? Heart pounding, Charli glanced over O.S.'s shoulder. "How did you get in?"

  "I have my ways."

  "Well, you have to leave." Nothing would risk what she’d found with Connor.

  "So soon? But I've only just arrived."

  "I don't care. It's over between you and me. I love Connor."

  The eyes behind the mask blinked and the smile twisted. "Does he make you as hot as I do?"

  Charli sat up, leaning her back against the headboard, dragging the sheet up over her nakedness. "Hotter."

  Perched on the edge of the bed, O.S. dragged the rose over Charli's hand, the one holding the sheet. "Will he share you with others?"

  "I don't ne
ed others. He's more than enough for me," she declared, surprised at her own words.

  "Does he plan dirty tricks to feed your sexual appetite?" His hand descended on her calf, squeezing it gently.

  Charli jumped, her foot kicking away from his grip. "Get out," she cried.

  The sharp movement caught O.S. unawares and he rolled off the side of the bed, his head connecting with the footboard, before he landed flat on his back.

  He lay still for a long time.

  Oh god, what had she done? Charli bunched the sheet around her and peered at the man lying on the floor. "Er...sir? Original Sin? Mister?"

  He didn't stir, his eyes closed, the mask askew.

  Holy crap, had she killed him?

  Easing a foot off the bed, she dropped to the floor and leaned over the man dressed in the black pants, black shirt and black mask. His hat had fallen off and lay on the floor beside him, exposing a shock of sandy blond hair. A strikingly familiar shade of sandy blond.

  Charli reached out, grasping the edge of the mask. As she dragged it up over his forehead, a hand snagged her wrist, but he was too late.

  "Connor?" Charli stared down at the man who'd kept her guessing for the past two weeks. The mystery man behind the dirty tricks, the mastermind responsible for making her life crazy, hectic, and miserable to the point she thought she'd have to leave town for good. "Bastard!" She jerked her hand, trying to escape his grip. "You bastard." Her voice cracked. "Do you think I'm just some stupid woman you can trick into dirty sex?"

  "No, no. Not at all." Connor sat up, hauling her into his arms, refusing to let her go. "I did it all for you."

  "What? Made a fool out of me in front of everyone?"

  "If you mean in front of the O'Briens, they can be trusted. No one else knows but you and me."

  "You lied."

  "For you."

  "It doesn't change anything. You lied."

  "Because I love you." He held both of her wrists in one hand and smoothed the hair from her face with the other. "I didn't want you to leave Temptation. I knew I had to make this town interesting enough to keep you here."

  Tears trickled from the corners of Charli's eyes. "You must think I'm the most gullible, stupid woman in the county." She leaned her head against his chest. "How could you?"

  "Oh, baby, I only wanted to make you happy. Give you a little excitement to keep you around.” His fingers ran along her cheek. “How else could I have the time to really get to know you?"

  "You could have done it the normal way. Ask me out on a date."

  "You were ready to walk...no run...away from this town. And I'm tired and selfish enough to want to keep you here. Please...don't be mad at me.” A hand ran down her back. “I love you, Charli Sutton. Enough to share you with other men, if that's what it takes to make you happy."

  Charli held onto her anger, gathering it like a cloak to protect her from what had the potential to scare the crap out of her. "You need to leave."

  "Not until you forgive me."

  "That might be a very long time."

  A grin spread his lips. "Good, then I'll be around for a very long time. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me you forgive me and tell me that you love me."

  Her head shook. "But I don't love you."

  "That's not what you said a minute ago."

  "Oh!" She shoved against his chest, her fingers flattening on his dark shirt. "I should be very angry with you."

  He smiled, that charming quirk of his lips that Charli had fallen for the first time she'd seen him.

  "But you can't stay mad at me."

  "I can."

  "Not when I do this." He kissed the tip of her nose. "And this." His free hand tweaked the tip of her nipple.

  Despite her determination to resist, Charli's body responded, both nipples drawing into tight little buds. "You don't play fair."

  "That's what you like most about my dark side, isn't it?" He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, letting it go. "Original Sin. Was that what you named me?"

  Charli shifted, straddling his hips, glad she was naked and ready to torture the man who'd tortured her for weeks. "I had a hard time distinguishing between the four of you. I couldn't call you Man One and Man Two. And my attention always came back to you, the original." She slid his belt from the belt loops on his jeans, easing it out from under him. "Why did you bother dressing, when you knew you'd end up naked anyway?"

  "I thought you might enjoy undressing me as much as I like when you do it." He pulled her close, her wrists trapped between them. "Do you really want me to go? To walk out of your life and leave you alone?" His gaze narrowed, and he sighed. "I'll do it, if that's what you really want."

  Charli stared into his gray-blue eyes for a long moment, trying to summon her anger and failing miserably. "I want to be mad at you, but I can't. You're too damned adorable as both yourself and Original Sin."

  "Thank God.” He let out the breath he'd been holding and released her hands. “I thought you'd send me packing and I didn't want to go."

  Her brows furrowed and she poked a finger into his chest. "Don't think you're getting off easy on this? That's a pretty big lie to carry around. You'll have some major atonement to perform before you're fully forgiven."

  "Name my punishment," he said the words, a smile lighting his face.

  Her lips twitched and she pushed him back to lie on the floor. "I'll think of some really dirty trick to keep you in line."

  "Promises, promises."

  "For now, you may kiss me." She leaned toward him, her mouth covering his a tingle of excitement spreading throughout her body at the thought of spending the rest of her life with this man.

  Connor's hands slid around her naked waist and down over the curve of her ass. "As you wish."

  Make-up sex promised to be oh, so fine...

  THE END

  (Really! I promise!)

  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 Tie

  Excerpt from

  SEX ED

  by Myla Jackson

  Chapter One

  Edward Judson slapped his dusty cowboy hat against his leg as he led his black gelding into the barn. The sun baked the weathered boards of the exterior, while the interior remained relatively cool. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the shadows. "I traded that stock yesterday, made enough to pay off my land and put a hefty chunk of cash down on a house."

  "Good move." Grant Fowler slung a leg over the pinto mare and dropped to the ground.

  Ed owed Grant a lot for teaching him everything he knew about trading shares on the stock market. The man owned a 5,000-acre ranch for a reason. Not because he was good at raising horses, but because he was damned good at managing money.

  "You don�
��t need my advice anymore, Ed," Grant said. "You could go into financial planning yourself with a few courses for certification."

  "Not interested." Ed had just begun to understand the stock market's full potential and seeing the fruits of his trades pay off. But he didn't need a lot of money, just enough for his own purposes.

  "You gonna work training horses for other people like me the rest of your life?"

  "Nope." Ed grinned. "Not that I don’t appreciate the work and all, but I got plans of my own."

  "Whatcha gonna do with two hundred acres, Ed?"

  "Get married someday, settle down, raise a family and some horses. It’s what I’m good at." He shifted his boots in the loose dirt of the barn floor. "The horses part."

  "You’re good at day-trading, dude."

  "I’ll do that on the side so that I can afford my horses too."

  Grant shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Okay, I get it. Can’t say that I blame you. At least when you’re trading for yourself, you don’t have the responsibility of other people’s money hanging over you."

  "You hit the nail on the head."

  "So how is babysitting Connor Mason’s sister? Saw her at the Ugly Stick Saloon last night." Grant whistled. "Looks to me like you got yourself a hot little handful in that one."

  Ed’s muscles tightened, his pulse kicking up a notch as he stepped around the end of the stall. "What do you mean?"

  Grant held up his hands. "Nothing, buddy. Not a thing. Just that she’s a pretty girl."

  "Yeah and every man in the building was drooling over her. I get it. Don’t add to the crowd, will ya?" He should never have offered to look out for Kendall Mason. Especially now that she was over twenty-one and legal in every way. As far as Ed was concerned, her body should be considered a class-one felony.

  Every time he looked at her, he wanted to commit all kinds of lewd and lascivious acts. With two hard pulls, he yanked the leather strap from the girth around the horse’s belly and let it fall, swinging to the other side.