It’ll take more than a fire hose to cool down this attraction…
Fated, Book 1
Rain, rain, go away. That’s Jenna’s mantra as she suffers through yet another rain-soaked walk home
from work. At least the tight butt of the guy walking in front of her offers some distraction. When he turns
around and asks to share her umbrella, she realizes his front view is as smokin’ as the back. What better
way to get up close and personal with the object of her ogling?
Brett noticed his hot little neighbor weeks ago, but until now hadn’t worked up the nerve—or found
the opportunity—to approach her. Too many hours at the fire station has left him longing for something
more out of life. Like the company of a sweet, sexy woman. Maybe, if he’s lucky, kindling a relationship.
Jenna surprises herself again when she offers to let him dry off in her apartment. One minute he’s
toweling off his hair, the next their chemistry explodes in the hottest sex either of them have ever
experienced. And suddenly they’re both wondering if he’s the match to her tinder, or if it’s too much, too
fast…
Warning: Contains smokin’ hot sex with a delicious stranger who turns out to be her neighbor who
turns into the hottest firefighter she’s ever met. Grab a glass of ice water to cool these flames!
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Under My Umbrella
Karen Erickson
Dedication
This one is for my readers. I couldn’t do it without you.
Chapter One
Jenna exited the bus, opening her umbrella the instant she stepped onto the slick sidewalk. The
rain beat down incessantly, and she mentally whispered another thank you she watched the morning
newscast that predicted the torrential storm.
Around her, she noticed others who weren’t so lucky. People dashing by, their footsteps hurried,
their clothing already drenched from the downpour. The tall guy ahead of her walked with his head
hunkered down, his coat held halfway up over his head as some sort of useless shield. She felt sorry for
him.
She cocked her head and studied him a bit more closely. He had a nice butt. It looked especially
fine in navy blue workpants, and she saw a slice of light blue shirt flash from beneath his jacket as he lifted
it up. It appeared he wore some sort of uniform. She’d always had a thing for guys in uniform.
Okay, that was a lie. She’d never gone out with a man who wore a uniform let alone sought them
out. But there was something about the way this guy walked, his long legs eating up the ground, the flex of
his ass as he moved. Who knew navy blue regulation workpants could be sexy?
She hurried her steps, hoping to see if the face matched the body. The sidewalk was slippery, she
almost lost her footing and the umbrella bobbed and weaved when her arm flailed out, allowing a deluge of
rain to shower her in an instant. She jerked the umbrella low over her head, trying for cool and most likely
failing, but she couldn’t worry about that. She needed to check this guy out, see if he lived up to her fantasy
potential.
Approaching alongside him, she slid her gaze to the left and caught a glimpse of a handsome
profile as she passed slowly. His hair was soaked, but it appeared dark and he had a straight nose, full lips.
Full lips curved into a friendly smile and she realized he was looking right at her.
Busted.
Jenna glanced away, feeling like a fool. She swore her cheeks heated with embarrassment, she
could feel them even in the chilly late afternoon air. Kept her eyes trained straight ahead so he wouldn’t
catch her looking again, she slowed her steps, not wanting to keep pace with him.
He slowed his steps too. She watched him out of the corner of her eye. Came closer to her, too, as
he matched her pace.
“You, uh, look pretty dry under there.” His rich, sexy voice reached her ears even above the patter
of the rain and she stopped short, lifting her umbrella high over her head.
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He stood hunched under the flimsy protection of his drenched coat, a little smile curving those
sexy lips. His eyes were dark, his skin swarthy as if he spent a lot of time out in the sun. Just thinking about
the sun made her wistful.
It had rained for what felt like months, years. And usually the rain made her miserable.
Not today.
“I’ll share with you,” she offered, shocked that she even said it. She lifted her umbrella even
higher, extending it in his direction and she felt the drip, drip, drip of raindrops hit the back of her head.
His smile grew. The sight of it made her stomach jitter, and he ducked his head, coming right
under the umbrella. “Hey, thanks. But I think you’re getting wet.”
In more ways than one, she wanted to say. The man stood so close she could feel his body heat.
She could smell him. And oh, did he smell good. Like spice and pine and warm potent male with a hint of
rain.
Of course, the guy smelled like rain. He was covered in it. His hair was soaked, his skin streaked
with it. His coat, especially across the shoulders, was completely saturated through.
She would’ve resembled a drowned rat. She probably already did. Yet he looked like some sort of
sex god.
The sex god stared at her with twinkling dark brown eyes and a cocky little smile still curving his
lips. As if he knew what sort of effect he had on her. Could he know? No way.
“Ready to go?”
“I don’t live too far from here.” She nibbled on her lower lip. Should she have admitted that to a
complete and total stranger? What if he was a serial killer? What if he stalked women and she was his next
victim?
“I’ll take what I can get to keep semi-dry. Let’s go.” He took the umbrella from her, and she let
him. It worked perfectly since he was taller and it was putting a strain on her arm to hold it that high.
They walked together, and she sunk her hands into the pockets of her black wool pea coat, wishing
like crazy she had worn her hair down today. The rain and humidity would’ve made it look like a puffball
though so maybe that was a blessing in disguise. She wished the weather was warm, that maybe the clouds
would break and the sun would glimmer through.
But then she wouldn’t have asked him to share her umbrella so this was meant to be, right?
Jenna was a big believer in meant to be.
“You live on this street?” His question knocked her from her thoughts, and she glanced over to
find him watching her.
She nodded. “I do. Just up a few blocks.”
“I live the next street over.”
Ah, so they were almost neighbors. She’d always wanted a hot neighbor.
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“I’ve only lived here for a few months,” he continued. “And I’m rarely home because I’m always
working.”
“I guess you don’t have a dog then.”
His brows drew downward. “Come again?”
“A dog.” She shrugged, her pace slowing as did his. They were getting closer and closer to her
apartment building and she wanted to draw this out a bit more. “If you’re never home a dog would get too
lonely. I bet you don’t have a cat either.”
“I’m not a cat person.” He made a face.
She was a total cat person, but her landlord didn’t allow them. “I’m not either,” she lied.
His gaze wandered over her, from the top of her damp head to the tips of her rain splattered black
boots. She marveled at the way he could look at her and yet continue to walk in a straight line. Her feet
kept stumbling over each other.
She also marveled at the way her skin tingled as he looked her over. As if he physically touched
her—and in all the right places.
“You look like you could be a cat person,” he said.
“No way.” She shook her head. What if he thought all single women who owned cats were crazy?
“I don’t like cats.”
“Do you have a dog?”
“My apartment is a pet free zone.” A direct quote from the landlord.
“Ah.” He jostled the umbrella from one hand to the other. “My name is Brett.” He offered her his
hand.
Removing her hand from her pocket, she took his, felt a jolt of awareness pass from her palm to
his. “Jenna,” she offered weakly, reluctant to let go of his hand.
“Jenna.” He said her name as if trying it out on his tongue, and she liked that. He withdrew his
hand from hers, and she shivered when his fingers brushed across hers. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Thunder cracked overhead as if opening up the sky, and the rain came down even harder if that
was possible, creating almost instant puddles on the uneven sidewalk. They both looked at each other and
then started to run, Brett’s hand resting low on her back as if guiding her down the sidewalk. Or protecting
her.
Either way, she thought it was kind of hot.
“This is my building,” she said breathlessly as they stopped in front of the steps leading to the
double doors. She was completely worn out by the running. Man, she needed to exercise more often. Ice
cream was not her friend but a vengeful enemy she needed to kick to the curb.
They trotted up the steps to stand beneath the overhang of the front door. He closed the umbrella
with a flick of his fingers and handed it to her, his gaze meeting hers.
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“Well, thanks for keeping me dry.”
She smiled, their fingers brushing when she took the umbrella from him. Her entire body went on
high alert at the innocent touch, and she wondered what might happen if he touched her as if he meant it.
Probably spontaneous combustion.
“I didn’t do much. You’re still pretty soaked.”
“Yeah.” He brushed a hand over his head, sending little droplets of water scattering everywhere.
“I’ll take a hot shower when I get home.”
Jenna swallowed hard. Why did that sound so—so decadent? The thought of this hunk of a man
beneath a hot spray of water, his hands sliding through his hair, water sluicing down his naked, muscular
body made her mouth go dry.
“Do you, uh, want to come up? Maybe the rain will stop soon. You can come inside and get
warm.” She winced, couldn’t believe she said that. Did it sound like some sort of line? Did he think she
was trying to pick him up?
Maybe she was. Oh God, was she really?
His eyes warmed. “Yeah, I’ll come up.”
“Okay,” she croaked. She hadn’t expected him to agree.
Good Lord, what she was going to do once she got him up there?
Too many wicked things crossed Jenna’s mind, none of them proper considering he was a
complete stranger. A man she didn’t know that she was inviting into her home which meant she’d gone
stark raving mad.
Stark. Raving. Mad.
“After you,” Brett offered as he held the door open for her.
He was a gentleman. She had to give him that, she thought as she walked inside the lobby of her
apartment building. Gentlemen weren’t serial killers or rapists, right? Though that MO would probably
work best in getting what he wanted…
“Thanks,” she said, pushing all thoughts of serial killers and rapists out of her thoughts. She
needed to focus on the man.
The man who approached her with an easy grace, his smile friendly, his eyes crinkling at the
corners, which indicated he smiled big and often.
She liked that smile. She wanted to see more of it.
Pronto.
Brett felt like a stalker who finally obtained his prize.
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He wasn’t a stalker, hell no. He’d noticed his hot neighbor a few weeks ago and had been lucky to
see her here and there ever since. She was cute. No, more than cute, she was beautiful with light brown,
wavy hair and perfect skin and a figure that wouldn’t stop.
A figure he wanted to get his hands on. Literally and soon.
He’d caught her looking earlier. While he’d tried to keep himself dry from the rain and failed, and
he couldn’t believe his good luck. When she offered her umbrella after his not-so-subtle urgings, he’d been
surprised. When she’d asked him to come up to her apartment, he thought he’d hit the jackpot.
When was the last time he’d spent quality time with a gorgeous woman anyway? He honestly
couldn’t remember. Work consumed him, even with the crappy storms they’d been having. Of course, fires
never stopped even in wet and dreary weather so he was busy.
Too busy, his friends accused him of more than once. They really had nothing to say about it since
they were just as busy as he was. But they also had girlfriends or wives, women who took care of them,
fought with them, loved with them.
He was jealous. And he’d felt more than a little lonely lately. Nothing a hot neighbor couldn’t
solve, at least temporarily.
If she was willing, that is.
Following her up the stairs, he admired the sway of her hips, wished like crazy that her coat
wasn’t so long. Couldn’t wait for her to shed it once they got inside her place.
“I live on the second floor. That’s why I don’t take the elevator.” She flashed him an apologetic
expression over her shoulder. “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind.” He ran a lot to ease the stress, clear his mind. A couple of flights of stairs weren’t
going to kill him.
They came upon the door that led to her floor, and he opened it, allowed her to enter first. Her
scent tickled his nostrils as she walked by, and he breathed deep, wishing he could inhale it. She smelled
sweet, her fragrance reminding him of baking cookies or something.
He certainly never thought baking sexy. But he could always be swayed.
She stopped at apartment number 224 and withdrew her keys from her pocket, sliding the key into
the lock with shaky fingers. It took a couple of jerks and a few mutterings under her breath, but she finally
got it open and walked inside, glancing over her shoulder yet again to make sure he followed.
As if he wouldn’t. He felt like a dog excited by its new owner. He wanted to slobber at her feet
and beg for a treat.
The treat being those delectable lips of hers. Or maybe he could get his hands on her waist, slide
his palms up her sides until he was cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples…
Brett shook his head. He was getting way ahead of himself, and his semi-hard cock was going to
pay the price of major discomfort if he didn’t knock it off.
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“Sorry it’s such a mess,” she apologized as she darted about the room, picking up a stack of
magazines from the couch and dumping them onto the coffee table. She grabbed a couple of satiny brown
pillows from the floor and tossed them back onto the khaki suede couch.
The place appeared tidy to him, but he was a bachelor. When he wasn’t spending time at his barely
furnished apartment, he was living with a bunch of slobs for men and one poor woman who was
unfortunately stuck with the slobs.
“Looks good to me. I like it,” he said as he glanced around.
The living room was furnished tastefully, the colors subtle neutrals and browns. The large picture
window overlooked the street framed by shimmery brown curtains, and he caught a flash of lightning in the
dark clouded sky.
“The storm’s getting worse,” she said, her tone worried.
He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the coat rack close to the door. Watched with an
appreciative gaze as she did the same.
Ah, there was the figure he was waiting to see. Outfitted in a form fitting dark purple sweater that
did amazing things to her breasts and black pants that nipped in at her small waist, she had a true woman’s
body. One with curves and sweet, rounded flesh, a bounty for his senses and hopefully, eventually for his
hands.
He was, had always been an opportunist. And he wasn’t about to turn away the opportunity that
had just landed in his lap.
“I didn’t think it could get any worse.” He ran a hand over his hair again, shaking droplets of
water onto her carpet. He hoped she didn’t mind. She didn’t seem to mind at all. No, she wandered over to
the window to stare out at the storm unfolding before them.
Brett followed her, enthralled with the violence of the storm outside. The wind had whipped up,
bending the trees to its will. A crack of thunder sounded, so close it made him wince, and Jenna flinched.
The bright flash of lightning told him the storm was most likely directly overhead.
“I’m glad we made it inside before all of this hit.” She waved a hand at the window.
“Yeah, no kidding.” He started unbuttoning his uniform shirt, desperate to get out of the soggy
garment. He’d just gotten off work this morning after a forty-eight hour shift and his friend and coworker
Wayne had dropped him off a street over from his apartment. His truck was in the shop, transmission
problem, which still mightily pissed him off but he guessed he couldn’t complain.
If he didn’t have the truck problem, he wouldn’t have needed the ride. And if Wayne hadn’t been
such a hard ass and eager to get home then he wouldn’t have been dropped off so far from his place. And
then he wouldn’t have met Jenna.
So he couldn’t complain.
“Wh—what are you doing?”
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Brett glanced up at her startled voice to see Jenna staring at him, eyes agog and mouth agape. She
waved a hand at his chest, and he glanced down at himself. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re—undressing.” She stressed the word undressing as if it might be a sin.
“My shirt’s wet,” he offered matter-of-factly, undoing the last of the buttons and shrugging out of
it. He hung the soaked shirt on the coat rack. “I have to take it off.”
He noticed her gaze wandered over his chest. As if she might be checking him out. As if she might
like what she saw.
The afternoon was turning out better and better.
Chapter Two
The man had started undressing right in the middle of her living room, and she’d panicked.
Worried he was rushing things, extra worried she gave off the wrong vibe. Jenna was interested but she
wasn’t easy and she didn’t want him thinking he could come up to her apartment, strip naked and get his
groove on within minutes of arriving.
Though if she was being honest, the idea did hold a spark of appeal…
No, no. She shook her head, appalled at her wayward thoughts. She couldn’t make it that easy for
him.
But then she realized he was just getting out of his wet clothes and that he wore a white T-shirt
underneath. The T-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and bulging biceps, stretched across his wide chest
and flat stomach, emphasizing the sheer size of him, which was impressive.
He was majorly sexy.
“You, uh, want a towel maybe?” Oh, she sounded so confident. Ugh.
“That would be great,” he said just before flashing her a slow, bone-melting grin.
Goodness, the man was going to send her into heart palpitations. She headed toward the bathroom
and he followed her. Her apartment was small, only one bedroom and the single bathroom connected to her
bedroom. Which meant they had to walk through her bedroom to get to the bathroom.
Thankfully, she’d made the bed this morning and had just done the laundry a couple of days ago.
Normally, the room looked like a clothes bomb went off.
Her messy ways were a secret she told no one. It was tough picking out an outfit for work in the
morning. Tossing bad options over her shoulder as she searched through her closet usually worked best.
“Your apartment is nice,” he commented as he strolled after her into the bathroom.
“Thanks.” She glanced at him, appreciating yet again the way the T-shirt fit to his fine body.
Mmm, just looking at him made all her special girly places start to hum. “So are you a firefighter?”
She’d noticed the badge and the nametag when he’d taken off his coat.
“I am.” He took the towel she offered and immediately began drying his head, rumpling his dark
hair until it stuck up everywhere.
He looked adorable.
“How exciting.” He was a true hero. A man who ran into burning buildings to save lives. She
found his profession arousing.
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Oh, who was she kidding? Everything about the man was arousing. She had a serious thing for
him, and she’d only known him fifteen minutes, tops.
This was so unlike her and she found it dumbfounding. Shocking. Had she ever behaved like this?
Ever?
The answer would have to be no.
“It has its moments. Sometimes it can be boring. Trust me.” He handed her the towel, which she
hung on a hook. “Thanks.”
They stood close together since her bathroom was more on the cramped side, and she glanced up
at him, caught the heat that flared in his eyes as he studied her. He filled the bathroom, overwhelming her
with his closeness, the intensity of his gaze. Their breathing became deeper, heavier, filling the small room
with warmth, and she realized they were starting to fog the mirror.
“Maybe you want something to drink?” She nibbled on her lower lip, unable to snag her gaze
away from his.
He shook his head and took a step closer. Her eyes drifted down, studied the snowy whiteness of
his shirt, and the urge to reach out and touch was so strong she clenched her hands into fists to control
herself.
It just barely worked.
“Something to eat, maybe? I’m not a big cook but I’m sure I could dig something up.” She had
chips and salsa, a box of most likely stale crackers in her cupboard. She really needed to go grocery
shopping.
“I’m not hungry,” he murmured, his deep voice husky, sexy. The sound of it sent a little shiver
down her spine, and she backed up until her butt hit the edge of the counter.
“Well, um, then uh…” She didn’t know what to say, it really didn’t matter what she said because
he cupped her cheeks with his big, masculine hands and lifted her face. His rough fingertips skimmed
across her skin, stealing her breath and when her lips parted in silent surprise, he took his chance.
And he kissed her.
Oh, and what a kiss. His plump lips were gentle, seeking, lingering and she sighed into his mouth,
unable to help herself. No tongue, no aggressive he-man mouth assault, just sweet, chaste kisses holding
the promise of more.
So much more.
“I couldn’t resist,” he whispered after he broke the kiss. His warm, faintly minty breath wafted
across her face, tickled her lips and she licked them, savoring his taste. He gave a little groan that made her
smile.
“Well, keep doing it then,” she invited, her own voice gone husky.
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This time his kiss was rougher, more wicked. He traced a hot path with his tongue across her
lower lip before swooping inside, tasting her, tangling with her own tongue. She returned as much as he
gave, her hands clutching at his sides, tugging on his T-shirt and she wished she were bold enough to pull
the hem of his shirt from his pants so she could dive beneath and touch firm, hot skin.
What’s stopping you?
Absolutely nothing. So she did just as she thought, impatiently yanking his shirt from his belted
pants and allowing her hands to slide up the smooth, wide expanse of his back.
Oh, it was worth it. Embarrassment was gone at the sensation of his skin beneath her fingertips.
She discovered goose bumps where she’d touched, and she wanted to laugh. This was getting so out of
control considering she didn’t even know him.
Yet here they were making out in her bathroom, and she was already halfway trying to undress
him.
“This might sound like a line, but I never do this.” His breathing was ragged as he pressed his
forehead to hers, their gazes meeting. “Meet a woman and throw myself at her within minutes of getting
into her apartment.”
“I never do it either,” she admitted, her voice small, her hands splayed upon his wide back. She
couldn’t stop touching him.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his hands skimmed down, across her shoulders, down her
arms to settle at her waist. She wished they were a little higher up, but this would do. “I don’t want to come
on too strong.”
“Come on as strong as you want.” Oh yes, she would beg him if she had to. If he felt this good
with just a few kisses then imagine what could happen if she got him naked and in her bed?
Yeah, spontaneous combustion all right. More like the world might explode.
He moved away from her though he didn’t release his hold on her waist. Dark eyebrows rose in
disbelief as he studied her. “You mean it?”
She nodded slowly, a daring glow in her pretty eyes. “I think rain makes me horny,” she admitted
in the barest whisper.
“Well then, I bet you’re going to get even hornier with all of that thunder and lightning going on
out there.” A clap of thunder sounded the second he finished speaking, putting the perfect cap on his
statement.
“I guess so.” Her hands slid down his back, lower, past his waistband until they landed on his butt.
A mighty fine and firm butt, she might add. She gave it a little squeeze. “What are you going to do about
it?”
Brett grinned, the sight of it turning her inside out, and she knew she was in for a wild ride tonight.
“That sounds like a challenge if I’ve ever heard one.”
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Jenna gasped, her hands falling away from him when he lifted her with ease and set her on the
edge of the bathroom countertop. She spread her legs, and he stepped between them, so close but yet not
close enough.
When his mouth took hers once more, she gave in with a sigh. Slipped her arms around his neck
and buried her hands in his silky, still damp hair. He nudged closer, she swore she felt the rub of his
erection against her belly and she scooted up, her butt teetering on the edge of the counter just so she could
make sure that was really all him.
And man oh man, did it feel big.
Jenna fit into his arms perfectly. Her lush mouth tasted as sweet as she smelled, and he loved how
she touched him. As if she couldn’t get enough of him.
Brett felt the same way.
He devoured her mouth, his tongue thrusting again and again against hers. She clutched him close,
her lower body nudging against his, and his cock stiffened, more than eager to come out and play.
Down, boy.
He hadn’t lied when he told her he’d never done something like this before. Something so
spontaneous, so off the cuff, so outrageous. Ah, he liked his kink in the bedroom, but he usually saved that
up for someone he’d known for a while. Someone he could trust.
This woman was a stranger, yet he felt more comfortable with her than any other woman he could
think of. He couldn’t stop kissing her, drinking from her lips, allowing his hands to wander and search. She
wore way too much clothing, the sweater and pants hindering his exploration, and he wondered if she’d be
offended if he slipped his hand beneath her sweater.
Second base…
He decided to test it out and see.
A sly hand slipped beneath the right side of her sweater, his fingers encountering warm, soft skin.
He pressed into her flesh, savoring the womanly give before he slipped his hand up, up until he discovered
lace. As in her bra.
She inhaled sharply, and his hand paused in its exploration. Breaking the kiss, he stared into her
eyes as he very carefully rested his hand against the curve of her breast. She filled his palm. He felt the
poke of her hard nipple through the thin lace, and her eyelids fluttered as he gave a gentle squeeze.
“They’re really sensitive,” she admitted, her voice small.
He squeezed again, his thumb strumming her nipple, and she sunk her teeth into her lower lip.
“Maybe I should take your shirt off and check them out.”
Her eyes widened the slightest bit. “Maybe you should.”
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Reluctantly he let go of her breast, but his eager fingers went to the hem of her sweater, which he
yanked with probably too much force. She lifted her arms, and he pulled the sweater from her body, up and
over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
She sat on the edge of the counter in just her pants and bra, her upper body trembling as if she
might be cold. The lace was a pale, icy blue, he saw the rose pink of her nipples peeking through and his
mouth watered, wanting a taste.
“Pretty,” he murmured as he allowed his fingers to trace the edge of the lacy cups. Her skin was
smooth, creamy and gooseflesh pebbled along her chest. He was both in the mood to tease and in the mood
to just fuck her brains out, and he wondered which she would prefer.
A combination of both, perhaps? Just the thought of plunging himself into the hot, wet depths of
her pussy had his cock hardening into a spike. Never had he been so anxious for the actual deed before. He
normally liked to take his time, explore the woman’s body, hope like hell she’d explore his body as well
before he finally went for the main course.
This woman made him anxious, eager. Beyond ready to bury his cock deep inside her so he could
feel that connection. He wanted to make her come, wanted to hear her scream his name when he did and
when it was all over, he wanted to do it again.
Shaking his head, he marveled at his thoughts.
He was thinking like an obsessed crazy man.
So instead of thinking he started doing. Like cupping her breasts in both hands and earning a
muffled groan from her. He drew circles about her nipples, closer and closer until he brushed the little nubs
with the tips of his fingers and he was certain she was aching for his mouth. Putting her out of her misery,
he drew one sweet little nipple between his lips and sucked, lace and all. She whimpered, her hands sinking
into his hair, holding him to her and he gave the other nipple the same thorough treatment.
Jenna was panting by the time he finished and he unhooked her bra, slid the silky straps from her
shoulders so that her breasts were completely revealed. They were perfect, more on the small side but they
still filled his hands, and her nipples were damp and glistening from his oral attention.
His cock jerked at the sight of her naked chest, and he bent his head to lick, lapping his tongue
across her nipples, sucking first one then the other deep into his mouth. She jerked against him and gave a
little groan, her hands so tight in his hair it hurt, but he didn’t stop. He wanted to lavish as much attention
on her chest as he could before he acted like some sort of caveman and tore her pants off just to get inside
her.
Her hands brushed against his stomach, making him shiver. Then her nimble fingers were on his
waistband, fiddling with the thick belt that looped around his waist. She undid it deftly, her fingers going
for the button and unsnapping it, then sliding down the zipper. His breath caught in his throat when her
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fingers brushed against his cotton-covered erection. She touched him, curled her hand around his cock and
a strangled groan escaped from deep in his throat.
“You’re hot,” she whispered.
“So are you,” he whispered back, his hand going for the waistband of her pants.
Two could play this game.
Shaking fingers made it difficult to maneuver a zipper, but he managed. Her panties were simple
cotton, and he was almost glad to discover they didn’t match the bra.
Women who wore matching panty and bra sets made him nervous. As if they were so perfect,
they’d freak if they got messed up. Or even worse, as if they paid a ton of money for their underwear and
demanded the same sort of treatment from the men in their life.
He had a feeling if push came to shove he’d tear the panties right off Jenna’s body if that’s what it
took. He was that eager to be inside her.
“Hurry, hurry,” she whispered as her hand fell away from him. It was as if she felt the same as he
did. Her hips thrust up as his hand dived beneath the fabric of her panties. A little cry of need sounded in
her throat when his fingers brushed delicate skin, wispy hairs and then wet, silken heat.
He touched her, his index finger dabbed at her clit, slid through her folds. She was drenched, her
cream coated his finger, and when he lifted his head to meet her gaze she actually looked a little
embarrassed.
“I find this all…really exciting?” She nibbled on her lower lip again, and damn if he didn’t want a
taste.
Leaning in, Brett kissed her, licked at her lower lip as his finger slid inside her body. “I find you
exciting.”
She shuddered, the clench of her sheath clamped tight around his finger. He thrust in and out,
mimicking what his cock was desperate to do, finger fucking her with not just one but two fingers now. Her
hips moved, she ground herself upon his hand shamelessly as she tossed her head back.
He’d never seen a more beautiful, primal sight.
Her pants dropped to puddle around her ankles, and she kicked off her shoes then kicked the pants
off. She was completely naked. Her little butt perched on the edge of the cold tile countertop, legs spread,
her pretty pink pussy greedily welcoming his fingers. He brushed her plump clit with his thumb, felt the
quiver of the tiny bundle of nerves and knew she was close.
He kissed her, hard. Fucked her mouth with his tongue much as he fucked her pussy with his
fingers and she cried out against his lips, her entire body suddenly trembling with her release. Sweet cream
flooded her pussy, coated his fingers, and he pumped inside her slow, slower, his thumb still playing with
her clit and drawing out her orgasm.
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“Oh God,” she murmured once the shudders had calmed down though her breath still sounded
ragged in her lungs. “That was…”
Pure male arrogance surged through him at his ability to make her come so thoroughly and so fast.
“Good?”
“Better than good.” She smiled dreamily, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed. Her entire body was
flushed a soft pink that made him want to haul her away from this stupid countertop and lay her out on her
bed.
Where he could have his way with her delectable body for the rest of the night.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” he suggested before he took her mouth in a sweetly carnal kiss.
“Like my bed?” She withdrew from his kiss, her delicate brows raised.
“Sounds good to me.” He wrapped his hands about her slender waist and lifted her off the
countertop, settled her onto her feet.
“But there’s one condition.” She pressed her index finger against his lips, a little smile on her face.
God, she was beautiful.
“What’s that?” He licked at her finger, and the heat in her gaze was unmistakable.
“You need to be as naked as me.”
Chapter Three
The afternoon had definitely slipped into a surreal state. From bad nasty rainstorm to cute guy
potential to having said cute guy alone in her apartment to…a mind-altering orgasm in her bathroom?
Yeah, definitely surreal and Jenna wasn’t about to complain.
He’d given her an orgasm with just a few thrusts of his fingers and a couple of swipes of his
thumb. Hell, he’d almost given her an orgasm just by touching her breasts. He’d lavished so much attention
on them she’d been on the verge from the moment she felt that first lick of his magic tongue.
Hmm, magic tongue, magic lips, magic hands and fingers—the guy had it all. Now she wanted to
see that magic naked. Though there had been something sexy about her being completely nude while he
was still fully clothed. She’d slipped her hand into his pants and copped a feel and boy, had that been worth
it, but now she wanted to see the goods. Wanted to touch them and lick them and suck them too.
Brett didn’t protest her suggestion. She watched with unabashed interest as she lay sprawled
across her bed, her back propped against the pile of pillows. He stood at the foot of the bed and shrugged
out of his T-shirt, revealing delicious flat abs crisscrossed with delineated muscle, gorgeous pecs and silky
dark hair in the center of his chest. She wanted to smack her lips with glee at the sight of him. And that was
just the top half.
He hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.
His dark gaze never left hers as his hands settled on the open fly of his pants. He shucked the belt
buckle, yanked it free from the loops on his pants and it fell onto the floor with a loud clang. She studied
the peek of black cotton underwear beneath the spread fly, the thrust of his erection pressing against the
fabric. Anticipation curled through her, and she sat up straighter, her interest increasing tenfold.
Twentyfold, one hundredfold. Lord, he knew how to tease. The spark in his dark eyes told her he
knew exactly what he was doing to her.
Torturing her, that’s what. She almost wanted to bark out orders to get this moving.
Take your pants off! Underwear next! Come closer so I can get a close up of that delicious cock of
yours!
Oh, yeah, as if she’d ever say anything like that. The man made her think foolish thoughts.
Silly, fun, sexy thoughts. The smile that tickled the corner of her lips couldn’t be held back, and
she let forth an unabashed grin.
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“What are you smiling at?” With a single push of his hands, the pants fell from his body, down
past trim hips and thick thighs.
“You,” she answered simply, holding back a giggle when he realized he still had his boots on.
Big black work boots too. He stood before her in his boxer briefs and with his pants around his
ankles, looking kind of foolish and more than a little desperate to get them off.
The giggle escaped when he turned his back to her with a muttered “excuse me,” and sat on the
edge of the mattress. When he bent over to untie the laces, she admired the smooth, tanned slope of his
back.
Jenna had to touch him. Maybe it wasn’t proper but—oh, my God—he was temptation personified.
Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled toward him, brushed her lips against the middle of his back,
along his ridged spine. He stiffened for the briefest moment before his entire body relaxed, and she got up
on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed into his back, her mouth against the
strong column of his neck, and she heard the chuckle rumble in his chest.
“Can’t resist me?” he teased.
“I was hoping you couldn’t resist me,” she teased back, amazed at how light and easy it was with
him. With her last serious boyfriend she hadn’t felt this comfortable, certainly not when they’d first started
dating and having sex.
Maybe it was easier because she didn’t know this guy. They didn’t have those expectations a
couple sets upon each other once they started seeing each other exclusively. What they were experiencing
was just about sex.
That was it.
Perfect.
“You’re right. I can’t resist you,” he said, his hand coming up to stroke along her forearm. She
shivered from his touch, giggling again when she watched him toe one boot off then the other before he
kicked off the offending pants. “Let me go so I can take off my socks.”
“No way.” She shook her head, her hair brushing against his face. It was wild, she’d caught a
glimpse of it on the way out of the bathroom as it hung halfway out its ponytail but she couldn’t worry
about it.
Brett didn’t seem to mind.
With a slight shrug, he bent forward and she went with him, her breasts smashed against him, her
lower body settling against the small of his back. She considered grinding on him but held herself in check.
For the moment.
He pulled off his socks and then sat up, turned his head so his face was level with hers, his lips so
close she pressed a nipping kiss to them.
“Are you one of those insatiable types who can’t get enough?” he asked, his expression serious.
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She leaned away a bit and studied his face. What sort of question was that? And was she the
insatiable type who couldn’t get enough?
Any other day and she would’ve answered she was the average woman with an average sex drive.
Nothing too outrageous, but she wasn’t a nun either.
Today though, with Brett, she’d had the urge to jump him since she set eyes on him. Wanted him
to quit talking and start touching.
Touching, kissing, licking, oh yes, all of the above. She wanted the full treatment, she deserved
the full treatment and she had a strong feeling this man knew exactly how to deliver.
“I think I am,” she finally admitted, her voice deliberately soft, her gaze dropping from his. She
feigned embarrassment, maybe even a little bit of submission. He reached for her, his long fingers curling
around her chin as he lifted her face so she would look at him.
“I like that about you. Your honesty.” His fingers stroked her chin, along the line of her jaw. Her
eyes slid closed, pleasure coursing through her veins at the simple yet effective touch. “Lay down on the
bed, Jenna.”
His quiet command sent a thrill shooting through her, and she withdrew from him, crawled over to
her spot and lay flat on her back. She watched him as he followed, his long, hard body crawling up the
length of the mattress, up the length of her. Right up over her body until his face hovered above hers, his
legs spread on either side of her hips. If she lifted herself the slightest bit she would brush against him,
would feel his skin on hers and the realization made her head spin.
He made her dizzy. He made her weak. He made her want. Oh, how she wanted him.
A slow smile spread on his face, and his fingers drifted across her cheek, traced her lips. She
sucked his finger deep, gave it a little lick and nibble, and he released his breath in an accelerated rush.
“This is crazy.” Leaning in, he pressed his mouth to hers, stole the breath from her body with one
long, drugging kiss and when their lips parted, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Insane.”
“What’s crazy and insane?” She stared into his eyes, enjoying the connection they seemed to
share.
“This. We just met. Outside. In the rain.” He laughed and she joined in but then his expression
grew serious. He kissed her again, as if he couldn’t resist, and she knew she certainly couldn’t.
The kisses went on forever, slow, thorough explorations of each other’s mouths that reminded her
of the great make out sessions of her teenaged youth. She wanted more, gave him indications with subtle
shifts of her body, blatant brushes of her fingers against his cock. He still wore his underwear and she
played with the waistband, slid her hands beneath the fabric to run her palms over the muscled
deliciousness of his ass.
“You got condoms?” he asked once he came up for air.
She nodded and pointed in the direction of her bedside table. “In there.”
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Ooh, she hoped he didn’t think she was a slut, but she was a safety girl first and foremost. Like the
Girl Scout of Sex or whatever.
Brett pulled open the drawer on her bedside table with such force she was surprised he didn’t yank
it completely out. He rummaged through, pulled out a small bullet vibrator and showed it to her.
“Interesting.”
Her cheeks heated, and she lunged for the vibrator, but he held it away from her. “I should’ve
grabbed the condom.”
He laughed and admired the sleek little silver bullet in his hand. “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have
found this? Shall we use it later?”
Liquid heat flooded her pussy at the vision of watching Brett stroke the vibrator against her clit,
his big fingers holding it nice and steady, a naughty expression on his face as he watched her writhe in
pleasure.
Oh, yeah…
“Why not now?”
“I’m too anxious to get inside you,” he admitted, dropping the vibrator back into the drawer and
pulling a wrapped condom out instead. “We’ll play with toys later.”
Why did it give her a little thrill that he was so eager to be inside her? She felt just as eager, her
legs restlessly tangling with his, her hands smoothing over his butt again. Tugging at his underwear so they
slipped down and he helped her ease them off until he was just as naked as she was.
Finally. Skin to skin, he was so hot, so deliciously solid. He lifted away from her, and she
immediately wanted to protest. Watched instead with admiration as he rolled the condom on his more than
impressive cock.
Oh my, and it really was impressive. Long and thick and weeping at the slit, she almost wished he
hadn’t rolled the condom on. Wished instead she could have a taste of him. Sample the goods so to speak.
She had a feeling they would both enjoy it.
Brett came back over her, a hot yet tender expression on his handsome face. She felt the thrust of
his cock against her pussy, and she spread her legs, preparing for him, anxious for him to find his way
inside. Leaning down, he kissed her, his lips damp, warm, his tongue like velvet sliding into her mouth.
And then he pushed himself inside, one slick thrust that buried him balls deep.
Jenna gasped. He quite simply took her breath away.
She felt…amazing. The hot, tight clasp of her pussy around his throbbing cock, her legs wrapped
around his waist sent him deeper. He didn’t want to move, was afraid he might end it before it really began,
and he took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Struggled for control.
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He felt her lips brush against his chest, and he started to shake. What was this woman doing to
him? He could hardly function having her like this, connected with her, her mouth on his skin, her scent
wrapping around him. Jenna consumed him, and yet he barely knew her. She was a virtual stranger.
A stranger he felt very, very close to.
Slowly, carefully, he withdrew from her, earning a groan from Jenna as she settled herself against
the mattress. He watched her, the myriad of emotions that crossed her expressive face, the way her mouth
pursed when he thrust extra deep. Her breathing increased, the flush on her chest darkened, and she moved
with him, a gentle push and pull that brought him that much closer to orgasm.
Damn, he hoped she was close. No way could he last much longer.
“You feel good,” she murmured, her body stretching beneath his, her legs clamped tighter about
his waist.
“So do you.” He began to move in earnest, wanting to make it good for her, wishing he could
make it last, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Reaching between them, he touched her clit, flicked
at the swollen bundle of nerves, and her entire body tensed.
“Do that again,” she urged, and he did, timing his flicks with his thrusts, feeling the familiar
gathering at the base of his spine. He was gonna blow, there was no stopping it, and he stiffened above her,
held onto it for that tiny millisecond before he tumbled over the edge and straight into orgasm.
She followed right after him, he could tell by the little whimpers that sounded in her throat, the
way her body shook and throbbed beneath him. Again and again, he came. The shudders wracked his body
until he slumped against her, weak, satiated.
Smiling so big it was a wonder it didn’t crack his face.
“Wow,” she whispered once her breathing had calmed, her lips so close to his ear he felt the brush
of them against his lobe.
He shivered at the intimate touch and looked down at her. Jenna’s smile matched his, and he
wondered what he’d just stumbled upon here. With this woman and what they just shared.
It had been unlike any other sexual experience he’d ever been involved in. Ever.
That was saying a lot. He was thirty. He’d been around a time or two. Nothing too outrageous but
he’d had his share of experiences. Some of them bad, most of them pretty good and a few that were
absolutely phenomenal.
But this, this moment that they just shared, it outshone everything before it. As if he couldn’t even
remember what he’d done before he met Jenna.
Corny as hell, sappy like one of those chick flicks he hated to watch but damn it, it was the truth.
“Did you like that?” he asked, brushing a few stray, damp tendrils of brown hair away from her
forehead.
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“Mmm, hmm.” She stretched beneath him again, her legs sliding away from his hips. She
reminded him of a satisfied cat.
“Well, give me a few minutes and then we can do it again,” he suggested as he moved away from
her and climbed off the bed. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom and strolled back into her
bedroom, the smile still curving his lips.
She watched him, naked and inviting, her lips swollen from his kisses, her hair a tumbled mess
about her head. She pushed her knees up, feet planted on the mattress and giving him a perfect view of the
pink, glistening depths of her pussy.
His mouth watered at the sight. He was dying to taste her. Even his cock gave a half-hearted
attempt at interest, and it hadn’t even been five minutes since he came.
“Again, huh?” She moved her knees from side to side, twirled a strand of wavy hair about her
finger. A temptress driving him mad with lust, no doubt.
She was doing a great job.
“Oh, definitely again.” He joined her on the bed and lay down by her side, his hand resting on the
gentle slope of her stomach. Her skin was soft, warm, and he caressed her, heard her sharp inhalation of
breath. “Again and again and again…”
She pushed her face into his and kissed him. “I like the way you think,” she murmured against his
lips.
Brett just flat out liked the way she felt.
He didn’t want this night to end.
Chapter Four
“Why do I get the sense you’re keeping something from me?”
Jenna smiled at her friend Morgan and took a sip of her latte. “I’m not hiding anything. I have no
idea what you’re talking about.”
“Liar,” Morgan muttered, shaking her head. “You look like the cat that just ate the canary.”
Hmm, more like the woman who just fucked a delicious man all night long. Yes, indeed her body
was still sore, but when was the last time she’d gone at it like that? Literally all night long. He kept waking
her up, and she’d protested at first, batted away his hands, murmuring a few “I’m tired” phrases for good
measure. But then he would kiss her, or touch her, or that one time when she woke up with his tongue
between her legs, well, she hadn’t been able to resist.
At all.
“I’m just glad it’s uh…Wednesday.” She had to think about that for a minute. Last night’s
escapades had destroyed so many brain cells she’d forgotten what day it was.
“Right.” A little snort escaped Morgan. “Give me the details. Who is he?”
Man, her friend was perceptive. They both worked in the accounting department of a large
advertising firm. In the boring section of an otherwise exciting yet stressful business, they’d complained
more than once.
Oh, well. At least the pay was steady, the job solid and the benefits ideal. And she’d met and
become close friends with Morgan and a few others at the office. Jenna certainly couldn’t complain.
“You’re going to kill me,” Jenna started, knowing without a doubt that she was going to get an
earful from Morgan once she gave her the details.
Morgan quirked a brow. “That scandalous, huh? Don’t tell me you picked him up in a bar.”
“No, no, no much classier than that.” Jenna waved a hand. “I saw him yesterday afternoon when I
got off work early.”
“What do you mean? And it was raining like crazy when you left.”
Jenna had put in so many hours on a particular project lately that when she wrapped it up
yesterday just after lunch she’d decided to go home early. Talk about fate.
I never believed in fate before.
Well, maybe now she did.
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“Yes, it was raining. I had my umbrella. I was walking home, and he was just ahead of me. He
was soaked. Drenched and I had to check him out because he had a really fine butt.” Jenna nibbled her
lower lip after that admission.
Morgan rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God.”
“Well, he did. Anyway, I had to catch up with him to see if the face matched the fine butt, and it
did. Oh, how it did. So he spotted me checking him out and asked if I would share my umbrella and the
next thing I know he’s in my apartment and he’s, uh, he’s…”
Jenna’s voice trailed off, her thoughts wandering to yesterday. In her bathroom, his hand between
her legs, his mouth fused to hers. Giving her the best orgasm of her life.
“Yeah, yeah I get it, I know what he’s doing.” Morgan’s expression went motherly, stern and
serious. “You didn’t even know this guy and you invited him into your apartment? After you shared your
umbrella with him and that was it? How crazy are you? He could’ve been a killer.”
“I know. The thought went through my head of course.” It had. But she’d been so dazzled with the
smile and the dark hair and the deep voice that she’d let those silly fears slide on by. Concentrated on the
dreamy, delicious man in her arms instead.
“Right but he was so good looking you forgot about it.”
Morgan knew her too well.
“He’s a firefighter. Killers aren’t firefighters,” she pointed out, trying to justify it.
“Oh, you don’t know that for sure. Give me a break.”
“He’s really sweet,” Jenna admitted, her voice gone soft. Morgan studied her closely. “We had a
lot of fun, he was easy to talk to and I have to admit, the sex was phenomenal.”
“Rub it in,” Morgan muttered. It had been ages since she’d gotten laid, the both of them had
complained to each other countless times over the last few months. “Now you have that ‘I just got fucked’
glow and I’m totally jealous.”
Jenna couldn’t help but smile, and she touched her cheek. She probably did have that “I just got
fucked” glow. “We’re getting together tonight. Going on a real date.”
“He’s not working?”
“He’s off. He works a few days on, a few days off.” A little thrill moved through her. Dating a
firefighter was kind of hot.
Ha ha, she wanted to laugh out loud at her silly double entendre.
“So you want to continue seeing him. This just isn’t a sex thing.” Morgan finished off her
Starbucks and tossed the cup into the trashcan close by. Morning break time was almost over.
“Well, it could turn into a steady sex thing.” Jenna wondered what Brett wanted. Was he just
interested in her body and that’s it? Or maybe he could see them trying something out for the long term?
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And when was the last time she’d thought about long term with a guy she barely knew? Uh, never.
But something about Brett and the time they’d shared had felt so right, so comfortable and yet exciting at
the same time.
She literally couldn’t wait for their date tonight. Her body almost shivered with excitement. She
couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way about a man.
“What’s his name?” Morgan asked, kicking Jenna out of her thoughts.
“Brett.” Jenna cleared her throat. She knew she’d murmured his name sounding like some sort of
dreamy schoolgirl talking about her first crush, but she couldn’t help herself.
“Oh, boy, you’ve got it bad.” Morgan shook her head and stood. “Well, keep your head, sweets.
Remember what you’re dealing with.”
“And what am I dealing with?”
“A horny man out looking to find satisfaction. He might not want anything else,” Morgan said
gently. Jenna knew she was going for blunt honesty because she didn’t want to see her get hurt, but she was
a big girl. She knew what she was doing.
She hoped she’d be doing Brett later tonight.
Brett stood the moment he saw Jenna enter the restaurant, taking a few short steps to reach her
since he waited in the lobby. He took her hands, unable to stop from planting a soft kiss to her upturned
lips, and she smiled when they parted.
“Glad to see you too, stranger,” she murmured.
The area was packed with people waiting for a table since the restaurant had been open only a few
short months and seemed popular. One of his buddies at the station had told him about the place, raved on
how good the food was. A steakhouse that also specialized in seafood, he figured it covered a broad range
to satisfy both himself and Jenna.
“You look…” His voice trailed off as he eyed her up and down. Her hair was loose, silky brown
waves tumbled just past her shoulders, and she wore some sort of clingy black dress that did amazing
things to her already bangin’ body.
“I look what?” she teased, her hazel eyes sparkling. She curled her arm around his, and he led her
over to lean against the wall together while they waited.
“Beautiful.” Hot, sexy and completely fuckable.
But Brett didn’t want this to be just about sex. He liked this woman. Wanted to see if they could
take this further.
“Thank you.” Pleasure lit her eyes, and he had the sudden urge to take her out of here. Take her
back to his place or hers, strip that sexy dress from her body and touch her. Lick her. Bury himself inside
her.
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“Have you eaten here before?” Maybe if they talked about food it would distract him. Distract him
from her delicious scent, the brownish pink color of her lipstick—the sultry glow in her eyes.
“No, but I’ve heard it’s good.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth, lingered there and he wanted to
growl.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he admonished, his entire body tense. His cock throbbed beneath
the fly of his jeans.
It was going to be a long night.
“Look at you like what?” Her expression was pure innocence though he spotted the mischief in her
eyes.
“Like you want to kiss me,” he whispered close to her ear. A big mistake considering he could
inhale her delicious scent, felt the silky soft brush of her hair against his cheek.
“I do want to kiss you,” she whispered back, her hand touching him, resting lightly against his
chest. “I want to do a lot of things to you.”
Ah, God. He wasn’t hungry anymore, at least not for food. He wanted to get out of here. Couldn’t
stand the thought of making small talk and pretending to have an appetite during what would end up being
a two hour dinner.
More like two hours of torture. A torture he didn’t want to put himself through.
“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he admitted.
Her smile grew. “Then my plan is working.”
“You came here tonight with a plan?”
“Well, not really but just looking at you makes me wanna do…naughty things. To you,” she
confessed.
That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Hooking his arm tighter around hers he started for the
door, taking her with him. “Let’s go.”
“Wait a minute. You don’t want to have dinner?” She sounded truly shocked.
“Not with you looking at me like that and saying those things. Hell no. My apartment isn’t too far
from here. Wanna come over?”
“Brett!” She stopped just in front of the doorway, and he stopped as well, wondering at her
behavior. “We should at least have dinner first.”
He shrugged. “We’ll order a pizza after.”
She cocked a brow. “After what?”
“You know what.” He waggled his brows in return.
“You’re bad.” She gave a light slap to his shirtfront.
“And you like it.”
“You know it.” Jenna grinned.
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“So is that a yes?” He was eager, ready for her to come to his place. His original plan to wine and
dine her, get to know her fell by the wayside.
All he could think about was Jenna. Naked and in his arms, lips pliant, her body open and ready
for him.
He shuddered in anticipation.
“Yes.” She leaned into him, pressed her soft, curvy body against his and he slid an arm around her
shoulders, hauling her close. “I should say no. I should play hard to get.”
“Thank God you’re not,” he muttered as he steered her toward where he parked his freshly fixed
pickup.
Jenna glanced up at him, a worried look on her pretty face. “Am I too easy?”
“Hell, no,” he growled. He didn’t want her thinking he found her easy, a quick lay—a woman he
could care less about.
Damn it, he liked her. He was going about this all wrong showing it since well, he was treating her
like a sex object but he couldn’t help himself. The attraction, the sexual heat between them was too strong
to deny.
“I don’t like playing games,” he said after a pause as he led them into a city parking lot. “I’d rather
we be honest with each other than you playing coy and me chasing after you. If you want me, you tell me.”
“I want you,” she admitted, her voice low.
“Fantastic because I want you, too.” He smoothed his fingers over her shoulder, felt her shiver
beneath his touch. “Cold?”
“Kind of. I didn’t wear a coat.”
The air still held a damp chill after the endless days of rain. “Why not?”
“I wanted to impress you with my dress,” she confessed.
“You did a damn good job.” That dress gave him all sorts of ideas and all of them began with
taking it off.
“You like it?”
“You don’t know how much.”
“Where are we going?” She glanced about the parking lot.
“To my truck. And then my apartment.” He paused to study her face. “Are you okay with that?”
Jenna nodded, her hair brushing against his arm. Unable to stop himself he reached out with his
other hand and tugged on a strand, watched the wavy curl cling to his fingers.
“I’m more than fine with it. You have a truck?”
“I do.” He saw it up ahead, and they started walking again.
“So why weren’t you using it yesterday? When I saw you?”
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“It was in the repair shop. I picked it up this morning. My friend gave me a ride yesterday and
since he’s such a jerk and was in a hurry to get home, he dropped me off a couple of blocks from my
place.”
She stopped in her tracks, her eyes gone wide as she looked at him. “So it was fate.”
His brows furrowed. “What was fate?”
“Our seeing each other yesterday. It was like fate. Like meant to be.”
“Maybe,” he said slowly. She looked a little stunned. Okay, a lot stunned. And he wondered why.
“No, that definitely sounds like a fated meeting.” She shook her head, blew a harsh breath out. “I
thought I didn’t believe in fate.”
“There’s a first for everything.” He hit the keyless remote, heard his truck unlock as they
approached.
“I’ll say,” she muttered.
He wondered about that the rest of the drive home.
Chapter Five
Brett’s apartment was nice. Not that Jenna got a chance to look at it too closely since no lights
were on when they entered, and he didn’t turn any on.
No, he’d worked on turning her on instead by slamming her against the closed door and kissing
the breath right out of her. His hands wandered, dipping into the bodice of her dress and tweaking her
nipples, sliding beneath the skirt to skim her thighs. She’d whimpered, she’d pleaded, she’d kissed him
with everything she had and when he finally, finally touched her wet pussy with assured fingers she’d
exploded.
Easy as that. And damn his cocky hide for the arrogant smile that had curled his lips—the macho
yet sexy way he’d hauled her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her back to his bedroom.
Lord, all of his manly posturing made her want to swoon.
Now she waited for him in his bed, naked and quivering. They’d already done it once, quick and
frantic, deep and rough as if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. As if they needed to take the
edge off. He’d sauntered out of the bedroom to get them something to drink and make that promised call to
order a pizza.
“We’ll eat it in bed,” he’d said with an exaggerated wink, ready to crawl out of bed. She’d leaned
in and kissed him.
She couldn’t resist. He was just too damn cute, sexy, gorgeous—all of the above.
A little squeal of glee wanted to pass her lips, and she held it in, let herself giggle instead. Who
knew it could be like this? Fun and hot, passionate and sweet. Breathtaking, soul stealing…
Jenna sobered. This was mostly likely just a fling for him. A casual, let’s-have-hot-sex-until-
we’re-sick-of-each-other type thing. And that was fine. She’d deal. She’d done this sort of thing before.
But not with someone as sweet, as fun as Brett. She didn’t want it to end.
Not yet. Not when there was so much more to do. And she wasn’t talking just sexually either.
Oh God, she really was contemplating getting serious with this guy.
Brett strode back into the bedroom, extra gorgeous clad in a pair of unbuttoned jeans and nothing
else. The fly hung open, revealing a sexy slice of bare skin marked by a thin trail of dark hair that led to her
newfound ultimate prize, and her skin heated at the sight.
If he only knew the power he held over her. Just looking at him and she was ready to go to her
knees and beg him for whatever he wanted to give her.
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Hmm, and there were so many fun things she could do to him while on her knees…
“Pizza is ordered. They promised delivery within a half hour.” He smiled at her and patted his flat,
tantalizing stomach. “I’m starved.”
So was she but not for food. He tempted her just standing there, his hair a mess, dark stubble
shadowing his face. He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest, drawing her gaze there, and she drank
him in, actually licked her lips.
He was good enough to eat. Only minutes ago, she’d had her hands and lips all over him,
clutching him to her, feeling his body tense and shake with his orgasm as he hovered over her. Already she
wanted him again.
“Get over here,” she murmured, yanking the sheets back and patting the spot next to her. She’d
held the sheet up over her breasts but now she let it fall, revealing her upper body to him.
His eyes heated with interest, he stalked toward the bed, his hands going for the waistband of his
jeans. She stopped him, pressed her hand over his as he stood by the edge of the bed. With a smile, she
removed his hands from his jeans. “Let me.”
She heard his shuddering sigh as his hands dropped to hang by his sides. Spreading open his fly
even more, she touched him there, skimmed her index finger along the line of silky black hair. His skin was
firm, hot and she noticed the telltale expansion in his jeans.
Just as eager to have her again, she supposed. Oh, how she was going to enjoy this.
Curling her fingers into his jeans, she yanked them past his hips, down his thighs. He kicked them
off with hurried, efficient movements, not wasting a second and her smile grew at his eagerness.
His cock stood erect in front of her, a drop of pre-come pearling at the tip. She drew her finger
along the bulbous head, smearing the creamy liquid before she brought her finger to her mouth.
“Ah, Jesus,” he groaned, and she glanced up to find him watching her, his eyes heavy lidded with
desire, his mouth, his jaw drawn tight. She sucked her finger deeper into her mouth, sampling his essence,
loving his taste.
She wanted more.
Her fingers curled about his thick length, testing it. Velvety skin covered flesh hard as steel, and
she reveled in the contrasts, stroking him slowly. His hips thrust in a subtle gesture, asking for more and
she stroked him firmly, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.
Brett’s breathing grew ragged, louder with her every caress. She swirled her thumb over the head
of his cock, her movements becoming rapid until she finally bent closer and licked the very tip of him.
His tortured moan from above urged her on, and she licked him again, as if he were some sort of
treat. Lapping her tongue about the head, down the length of him and then back up again, she traced the
distended veins, licked beneath the flared head of his cock. He was delicious, the taste of him drove her
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crazy, made her pussy clamp with wet need. Finally unable to continue the exquisite torture, she wrapped
her fingers about the base of him and drew him into her mouth.
She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling about his length. Relaxing her throat until he very
nearly bumped the back of it. He groaned, and she answered in kind, murmuring about his cock, knowing
that the vibrations of her voice reverberated along it.
Strong fingers slid into her hair, clasping about her head in a firm, commanding grip. Brett
pumped himself in and out of her mouth, fucking her, and she encouraged it, her gaze lifting to meet his.
Sweat coated his handsome face, the tension that appeared there making him look fierce, almost
animal-like. Her hand dropped to cup his balls, manipulating them between her fingers, and his lids
flickered for the briefest moment.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he growled, encouraging her to continue.
Had she ever enjoyed giving a blow job as much as this one she gave to Brett? The pleasure she
derived from his pleasure, the way he looked, how much power she held in this act, it thrilled her. Sent a
shower of fiery tingles straight to her core.
Jenna continued her ministrations, never letting up, wanting to drive him toward his orgasm with
her every down stroke. His movements became faster, sloppier and she knew he was close, could tell by the
way his body tensed.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned as if she might want to pull away.
No chance did she want to do that. She encouraged him with a little nod and a whimper, her mouth
too full of cock to say anything and he threw his head back, the thick muscles in his neck strained in stark
relief.
And then she felt it, the first spurt of semen hitting the back of her throat. An agonized cry ripped
from his gut as he pumped deep, his come filling her mouth. She swallowed him, moaned as she drank
from him and his hands gentled in her hair stroking over her head with obvious approval.
“That was incredible,” he finally said, his voice hoarse and the slightest bit shaky.
She withdrew from him, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before smiling at him. “I’m
glad you enjoyed it.”
He laughed, the sound making something unfamiliar curl in the pit of her stomach, in the depths of
her heart. “I think maybe it’s your turn.”
“Do we have time?” Get over the serious stuff. Concentrate on the gorgeous man and the
promises he’s making you.
His dark brows furrowed. “Time?”
“Before the pizza gets here,” she pointed out.
“Ah.” He crawled onto the bed, grabbing her about the hips and yanking her into position. “I can
be quick when needed.”
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Jenna watched in breathless anticipation as he bent his head to prove his claim.
Her rich feminine scent reached his nostrils as Brett bent his head and breathed deep. She was wet,
the depths of her pink pussy called to him and he dipped his head close, pursed his lips as he ran them
down her slit.
Jenna jolted beneath his mouth, her hands landing softly atop his head. He pressed a brief, chaste
kiss against her swollen lower lips. “You want more?”
“Definitely.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, stroking him gently. It felt good. He was
becoming addicted to her touch though he wouldn’t admit that to her. Not yet.
He didn’t want to freak her out. Hell, he didn’t want to freak himself out.
This time he let his tongue dart out for a little lick. “Is that enough?”
“Not even close.” Amusement laced her voice, and her fingers gave his hair a firm tug. “I think
you need to work a little harder.”
“Really,” he murmured, his fingers coming into the mix. He touched her clit, flicked it before
dropping a kiss upon it. “How about now?”
“I think you’re teasing me.” She wasn’t sounding so amused anymore. No, her voice was strained
and her body tense beneath his.
“I think you’re right,” he agreed just before he gave a lush, slow lick to her pussy, parting her lips
with his tongue.
She moaned, her hands holding onto his head, her body arching into his mouth. He encouraged her
with a groan of his own, savoring her taste, the fresh gush of cream that coated his tongue. He sucked her
swollen clit between his lips, his index finger sliding deep inside her tight sheath. She moved her hips
against him, and he added another finger, curling them so they nudged against her G-spot.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted, her movements faster, her breathing heavy. Already she
was close, he couldn’t believe how responsive this woman was.
As if she might be made for him.
Yeah, those thoughts were not allowed in a moment like this, in a situation such as theirs. It was
casual, it was explosive and it was fun, but that’s all it was.
He reminded himself of that daily. He wanted to believe that. There was no time for serious
relationships. Work kept him busy, she had a life and she’d certainly never let on that she was interested in
him for more than just a fling.
Remember that. Keep it light, keep it fun and keep her satisfied.
Increasing his pace, he flicked his tongue against her clit before sucking it between his lips once
more, keeping up a pace he could tell she liked.
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Considering she ground her pussy against his face like a wild woman, he figured that was a
positive sign.
She reached for it. He could tell by the stiffening of her body, the tremor he felt run through her.
And then she shattered. Her clit throbbed upon his tongue. Her entire body shook with the force of her
orgasm. He continued his ministrations, softening his approach, slowly licking her until she came down
from the powerful climax that had him standing at attention again already.
“Was that more to your liking?” he teased after giving her a few moments to catch her breath. Her
body still trembled, and he smoothed a hand over the sloping plane of her stomach before he moved up and
positioned himself onto his side next to her.
“It worked,” she said, giving him a little shrug, her voice indifferent.
Brett nudged her shoulder with his knuckles. “I think it more than worked.”
“It was all right.” Once again, her seemingly indifferent attitude appeared though he swore he
caught a small smile curve her lips.
Lips he wanted to kiss. Again and again and again.
“Yeah, so all right your body is still shaking.” He trailed his fingers across her smooth shoulder,
down her arm. Gooseflesh formed in the wake of his touch, and she turned to look at him. Unrecognizable
emotion shone in her eyes.
“It was perfect,” she confessed, the expression on her face said she hadn’t wanted to make that
admission.
“Yeah.” He sobered, allowed his fingers to curve about her soft cheek. “So far everything is.”
Her delicate brows drew down. “Everything is what?”
He wondered if her confusion was a put on. Did she not want to go where he was unwillingly
taking it? He’d just told himself to keep it light and yet here he went, sending it straight into serious.
But he couldn’t seem to help it.
“Everything between us so far is just…perfect.”
The doorbell rang, and she jolted into a sitting position, her eyes glancing about wildly. “I think
the pizza’s here.”
Saved by the bell. “I guess so.”
Crawling out of bed, he yanked on his jeans and threw on an old T-shirt. Jenna settled back
against the pillows, pretending she wasn’t looking at him though he’d caught her glances. He knew she was
probably pondering what he’d started to discuss.
So was he. And he wondered if he should pursue it.
Pursue her.
Pursue them.
Chapter Six
“I think I’m in love with the firefighter.” The second the confession slipped from her lips, Jenna
pressed them together, regretting she said it.
The words hung between them, heavy in the air as Morgan stared at her with bug-eyed wonder. As
if she had never heard such a strange thing.
Which was true since Jenna had never admitted being in love with any man.
“Jen—na.” Morgan drew out her name in some sort of weird singsong voice that gave Jenna the
creeps whenever she used it. And she always seemed to use it when Jenna did something she disapproved
of.
Jenna heard that creepy singsong voice a lot.
“You don’t even know this guy,” Morgan continued, shaking her head slowly. “You’ve only been
dating him for what, three weeks?”
Less than that but Jenna didn’t want to correct her. She’d only freak out more. “It feels like I’ve
known him forever.”
“That could be a bad thing,” Morgan pointed out, always the practical one.
“It’s the good kind of known him forever, not the bad.” Jenna shook her head, feeling like a fool.
“I should’ve never told you. Now you’ll work your hardest to convince me there’s no way I can be in love
with him.”
“Well, it is pretty farfetched don’t you think?” Morgan immediately shut up when Jenna sent her a
dirty look.
They’d gone out to dinner, one of their usual single girl weekly forays full of gossip and yummy
cocktails. Her gossip quantity was low, pretty much non-existent. She’d spent as much of her free time as
possible with Brett when he wasn’t working. Because of that, Jenna wasn’t feeling so much like a single
girl anymore.
No, she sat in the loud restaurant with a new drink at her fingertips to try and appetizers headed
their way via the flirtatious and very cute waiter but all she could think about was him.
Brett.
What was he doing? Was it busy tonight at the fire station? Was he safe? Did he miss her? Did he
think of her as much as she thought of him?
She had a feeling the answer to the last one was yes.
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“You just wait,” Jenna muttered after the waiter dropped off the plate of hot artichoke dip and
thick tortilla chips. She scooped up a glob of steaming dip with a chip. “Someday you’re going to fall for
some guy, and it’ll happen so fast your head will spin. You’ll meet him in some weird way, a way you’d
never believe could happen and then blam-o, you’re in love.”
“I doubt that.” Morgan shook her head and reached for a chip, dunking it into the steaming, cheesy
dip. “I love this stuff.”
“It goes straight to my butt.” Jenna swallowed, her cheeks flushing at the thought of her butt and
how much Brett seemed to like it.
Since he couldn’t keep his hands off it, she assumed he had a thing for it.
“Well you’re the one with a man so quit your bitching.”
Jenna felt immediately contrite. She knew her friend had to be lonely. Morgan had been single
longer than Jenna had and they’d enjoyed nothing more then getting together and lamenting their horrible
dry spells.
She should ask Brett if any of his fellow firefighters were single and as hot as he was. She’d fix
Morgan up with one of them in a quick minute.
Ugh. Yet again, her thoughts circled right back to Brett. She had it bad.
She really, really hoped it wasn’t a one-sided feeling.
“Whatever happened to that guy you talked to on the Internet?” Jenna snapped her fingers again
and again, trying to conjure up his name. “Don? Dan?”
“Doug,” Morgan answered, her lips thinning. She picked up her drink, polished off almost half of
it in one swallow before she slammed it down on the table. “I don’t talk to him anymore.”
“Why not?” She thought they had a good thing going, were even planning on meeting in person.
And she hadn’t given Morgan a hard time over finding someone over the Internet. She couldn’t judge.
Especially now that she was involved, in over her head more like, with some random guy she met on the
street.
Something unrecognizable fluttered in the pit of her stomach, and she frowned. Was she a
complete slut for falling so fast for this guy? Did he find her amusing, just an easy lay to use and abuse
until he grew tired of her? She bet all Brett had to do was don the uniform and he’d have women swarming
over him.
Was she just another uniform-addicted groupie he’d set aside eventually, ready to move on to a
new one?
Oh God, she hoped not.
Jenna couldn’t help but find it kind of hypocritical that Morgan gave her grief over Brett when she
found no problem spilling all of her secrets to some dude over the web. A guy who could’ve been anyone
or anything, who might’ve lied like crazy just to get in her pants.
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But Jenna couldn’t judge her friend. Not that Morgan judged, she just…worried too much.
Besides, Jenna judged herself harshly enough for the both of them.
“He got weird on me. Like almost stalker weird and I freaked out.” Morgan shrugged. “Good
thing I gave him a fake name and my rarely used email address that he can’t trace.”
“Dang, Morgan, done this before have you?” Jenna shook her head. Morgan went to a lot of
trouble trying to find a guy when she should just let it happen.
But no way could she tell Morgan that. Her friend was a planner. She had everything mapped out
just so. It made Jenna want to yank out her teeth with pliers, just thinking of those many plans.
“You can’t be too careful these days, even with Internet dating. Hell, especially with Internet
dating. It’s a weird world out there.”
“No kidding.” Jenna swirled her straw in her drink, her appetite gone and she’d only eaten one
pitiful chip slathered in dip. She hadn’t had much of an appetite since she started seeing Brett. She’d
probably even lost weight. Giddy lust proved to be a great diet.
Better be careful though, she didn’t want to totally lose her butt.
The thought made her smile despite her lingering worry.
“You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?” Morgan pointed an accusing finger in her
direction.
Jenna immediately frowned. Guilty as charged. “Fine, I’m thinking about him. Is that such a
crime?”
“Yes, when you look so happy and dreamy-eyed, it’s a total crime.” Morgan shook her head, her
hand dropping to her lap. “I’m just jealous, ignore me. I’m happy for you, Jen. He sounds like a good guy
despite you not having known him long enough to feel this way.”
“Gotta get that last jab in don’t you?” But Jenna wasn’t mad. She was surprised that her friend was
being so supportive. Well, supportive for her. Which made her think being with Brett was even more right
than she originally thought.
Right? Oh God, the sudden doubt wouldn’t let her go.
She wished she could see him. Reassure herself that everything was going smoothly. What would
happen if she dropped by the fire station? It was still early, and if he wasn’t there, then she’d go home.
“I can clearly see you’re not into this tonight.” Morgan smiled faintly. “You should call him.”
“Oh, I couldn’t leave you like this. That’s like breaking the girlfriend code or whatever.” Jenna
waved her hand as if dismissing Morgan’s suggestion but she couldn’t help the little kernel of hope that
formed within her at the thought of seeing Brett tonight.
She was addicted. Like a crack addict or something. Her choice drug was a man, a specific man.
And oh, what a high she got when she first caught sight of Brett, let alone when he actually
touched her. Kissed her. Stripped her of her clothing one piece at a time…
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“You’re out of it tonight and I have to admit, I don’t have much of an appetite either.” Morgan
tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. “I’d rather you go hang out with your new boyfriend if you
can.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking of stopping by the fire station for a surprise visit sometime. Maybe we
should do it tonight. Want to come? I bet there’s a bunch of cute firefighters for you to check out.”
Giddiness filled her at the thought of watching Brett in his element, at the fire station. Seeing a new side of
him.
“And watch you two hang all over each other and get all lovey dovey? I don’t think so but thanks
for the invite. Scope them out for me though.”
“Are you sure?” Jenna felt bad. She didn’t want to become one of those girls. The type who
ditched her friends so she could be with her man. She usually hated those types. She vowed never to turn
into one.
She’d just turned into one. Even if Morgan had given her permission to do so.
“I’m totally sure, don’t feel bad. I had an invite anyway from someone. A new woman at work
told me to stop by the bar where she works part-time on the weekend. She invited both of us.”
“Who is it?” Jenna asked.
“Her name is Mia. She just started. She’s the CFO’s new assistant.”
An image of a pretty woman with shiny blonde hair came to her. “Ah I know who you’re talking
about. She seems nice.”
“She’s really nice. We should all get together sometime,” Morgan suggested, a hopeful smile on
her face.
“I would like that.” And she would. She needed to remember the importance of friends, of united
girl power.
Not allow herself to become too wrapped up in a man.
But oh, what a man to find herself wrapped up in…
“Some fine looking chick just pulled into the parking lot.”
Brett glanced up, a tingly sensation sweeping up his spine. Something told him this wasn’t just
any fine looking chick.
He had the distinct feeling it was his fine looking chick.
“Man, she is gorgeous.” Patrick, the one who uttered the original statement gave a low whistle as
he continued to stare out the window. “Nice set of tits on her too.”
That’s it. Brett pushed away from his spot at the desk and went to the window, glowering out into
the distance to where Patrick pointed.
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Yep, there stood Jenna, glancing about the parking lot with a look of trepidation on her pretty face.
As if she wasn’t quite sure if she should be there or not. She wore jeans that did amazing things for her legs
and a sparkly shirt that clung to her breasts.
Jesus, she really was fine, and she did have a nice set of tits. He just didn’t need some young new
firefighter punk reminding him of that.
“She’s mine,” Brett growled like some sort of primitive asshole who’d just crawled out of his
cave. “So quit with the comments.”
“Hey, sorry, dude, I had no idea she was taken. I didn’t have any idea you were even seeing
anyone.” Patrick backed away from him with a laugh, his hands held up in front of him in a defensive
stance.
“Well, I am,” Brett muttered. “So back off.”
He headed toward the front of the station without a backward glance, eagerness quickening his
steps. The rest of the crew stared at him with wide eyes as he strode by, most likely since all of them had
heard the exchange with Patrick.
Swinging open the front door he found her standing on the porch, nervously gnawing at her lower
lip. Her eyes lit upon seeing him, and a hopeful swell rose in his chest in answer.
She was gorgeous. She was sweet. And she wanted to be his.
He hoped. He definitely wanted her to belong to him.
“Hi,” she said shyly, not approaching him.
So he approached her instead. Not wanting anyone to spy on them, he pulled the door shut with a
final thud. Wrapping his arms about her slim waist, he yanked her close so their bodies met. His cock
instantly reacted. “Hi.”
“I, um, hope you don’t mind if I stopped by to see you.” She rested her hands on his chest, fingers
playing with his badge.
“I never mind when it comes to you.” He nuzzled his face against her fragrant hair, breathing
deep. Damn it, he wished he wasn’t working. Wished like crazy they were back at his place, or hers,
snuggled up close in bed, nothing between them but hot, damp with sweat skin.
His cock stiffened even more just thinking about it.
“You are so sweet,” she breathed, her lower body pressed hard against his. “Have I ever told you
how sexy you are in your uniform?”
“No, I don’t think you have.” He hoped she wasn’t some sort of freaky hanger-on who only liked
being with him because of his occupation. He hated that shit, still couldn’t believe women like that existed.
But they did. Some of them staked out fire engines as if their life depended on it.
“I never cared about men in uniform before. That was one of the first things I noticed about you,
though. Well, that and you were completely drenched from the rain.” She rested her hand against the center
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of his chest, fingers splayed, palm flush against his rapidly beating heart. All a reaction to her. All because
of what her close proximity did to him.
He’d never felt like this over a woman before. Ever.
Reassurance flowed through him at her words. He knew she wasn’t some weird firefighter stalker-
type, but he couldn’t help his natural defenses. Though they seemed to be shedding more and more every
day he spent with her.
“I’m still thankful you were kind enough to share your umbrella with me,” he teased, bending
down to press a brief kiss to her lush mouth.
She smiled, her eyes warm, her body melting into his. “Do that again.”
He did it again, allowed his lips to linger this time, his tongue darting out for a quick lick. She
murmured against his mouth, unintelligible words he knew indicated she wanted more but he withdrew.
Pushed her away from him gently so he could gather his bearings.
“I shouldn’t maul you in front of the station in my uniform,” he said with as much dignity as he
could muster. Inside his lust for her delicious mouth, her delectable body raged like a wild beast, ready to
get primitive and tear the clothes from her sexy body. Run his hands and mouth over her fevered flesh
before he sunk himself deep inside her.
Yeah, he couldn’t do that today. He couldn’t do that for the next couple of days so instead he took
a deep breath and tried not to focus on the hurt expression on her face. He hadn’t meant to do that.
“Want a tour?” he offered, a faint smile on his face, also a look of apology he hoped. She nodded
in agreement, an answering smile curving her pretty pink lips and he offered his hand, which she took.
Brett escorted her around the station, giving her a view of his almost daily life. The living
quarters, the large kitchen and pantry, the barracks, the small office. He ended the tour in the garage where
the two red engines sat, gleaming and shiny from the thorough wash and dry they received this afternoon.
“They’re huge,” she said, her voice laced with awe as she stared up at the engine. “Do you drive
it? Or just ride?”
“I drive one. This one.” He patted the front door panel, the metal slap echoing in the large, quiet
garage.
Jenna looked up at it with big hazel eyes, a wicked gleam in them. “Ever get lucky in the cab of
that truck?”
“No.” He drew the word out slowly, his voice low, his cock throbbing. What the hell, was she
suggesting they get wild and crazy in the cab of the engine? When a call could come over at any moment
and send the rest of his crew running in here, ready to go?
The idea aroused him. He couldn’t deny it. Maybe her head in his lap, his fly wide open, cock
thrust upward, her lips wrapped around the tip. Her hands would massage his thighs, her tongue lashed at
his cock as his head was thrown back in ecstasy.
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“Wanna get lucky in the cab of that truck?” Her sweet voice so alluring, what she offered, so
tempting.
So reckless, so crazy.
His answer should be hell no.
Hell no.
“What do you have in mind…”
Chapter Seven
He had no restraint, absolutely none. It took one simple yet naughty suggestion from the woman
he was crazy about and now he had his hands splayed wide across her ass, shoving her up into the cab of
the fire engine. She landed on the seat with a squeal, turning to stare down at him with sparkling eyes.
“I can smell you in here. How can the girls resist you?”
Brett climbed in after her, shutting the door with a soft click. He hauled her into his lap so she
straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. Jenna rested her hands on his shoulders, her fingers
smoothing over them and he felt the burn of her touch even through the two layers of shirts he wore.
“There’s only one female firefighter,” he explained, breathing deep when she bent over him, her
face so close he could feel her warm breath waft across his lips, her silky hair tickling his face. “She thinks
we’re all a bunch of jerks.”
“You’re not a jerk.” She leaned in even closer, pressed the tiniest kiss to the tip of his nose.
God, he found even that arousing.
“I can be.” He struggled to breathe, almost undone from her simple touch, and he braced himself
for more, knowing she planned to deliver.
“No, I don’t believe it.” She kissed his cheek, the left corner of his mouth, the right corner, the tip
of his chin. “You’re so sweet.”
“Not all the time.” He didn’t feel sweet. No, more like a wild beast barely restrained, ready to
break free and unleash all of the pent up lust and emotion he felt for this woman. Unleash it all over her,
lavish her with the attention she deserved. Fuck her until the both of them were exhausted and satisfied.
Yeah, that sounded just about perfect.
But it wouldn’t happen, not tonight. He couldn’t let it happen, not here at work. He’d kiss her for a
few minutes, but that was it. Nothing more. He didn’t want to put his job at risk. Didn’t want to embarrass
her.
Especially considering he wanted to keep her around, let her get to know the people he worked
with. If he had his way, she’d be in his life for a long time coming.
“Oh, don’t lie. You’re always sweet to me.” Her mouth finally brushed his, her lips damp and
parted. He didn’t take the bait, kept his control tightly reined though he rested his hands lightly on her
waist.
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Just feeling her body beneath his palms had him itching to tear her clothes off. Explore her creamy
skin with his mouth. Touch her in all of those secret places he knew she liked. And she had a lot of them.
He’d discovered quite a few since they first started this thing.
He wanted to learn them all—wanted to learn everything about her.
“If you knew what was going on inside my head, you wouldn’t think I was so sweet,” he
confessed, his voice ragged, his eyes nearly crossing when she ground herself against his erect cock.
“If what your pants are telling me is true, I think I can guess what’s going on inside that head of
yours,” she whispered just before she licked his lower lip, her teeth giving it a little tug and a nip.
“You have no idea.” She didn’t have a clue. The dark possessiveness that rolled through him in a
continuous wave, the urge to spread her thighs wide and thrust in between them, it consumed him. Made
him feel out of control, overwhelmed by her, head over heels in love with her…
His thoughts jerked him back into reality and his hands pressed hard into her sides, making her
yelp. Could it be true? Was he really in love with her? In love with a woman he’d only known for a few
weeks?
He’d never believed in this kind of thing before but there was always a first time.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispered in his ear. “Make you come right here.”
“No way,” he uttered. Couldn’t happen.
She smiled. He felt the movement of her lips against his earlobe. “Don’t deny me my fun.”
“I can’t do this here, Jenna. I thought you’d just want to make out for a while, but I’m not about to
stick my dick out in my engine. What if we got a call?”
“I bet you won’t. You feel so hard, so ready.” She thrust against him again, her denim-covered
pussy doing a slow glide down the length of him that had his blood boiling. “It won’t take very long. I
know just what you like.”
She sure as hell did but not tonight, not like this. He felt like a hard ass. Hell, he felt like a big
pussy but damn it, he wasn’t about to lose the respect of his firefighters just for a piece of ass.
And Jenna wasn’t just a piece of ass, either. No way would he want her to lose her dignity in the
eyes of his fellow employees.
“Jenna,” he warned when her hand went to the fly of his pants. He rested his hand over hers,
giving it a firm squeeze. “Stop.”
Leaning away from him, she glared, her mouth pursing into a pout. “You’re no fun.”
“I can’t risk embarrassing you like this.” He cupped her face, his fingers stroking down her soft
cheek, but she jerked away from his touch.
“Embarrassing me, hah. More like you don’t want to embarrass yourself.”
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His hand dropped away from her face. “Well, there is that, yeah, I’ll admit it but come on, Jenna. I
don’t want them to see you half naked with my cock stuffed in your mouth if we got a call and everyone
came hauling ass out here.” He shook his head, the image arousing him despite the consequences.
He was sick.
“There’s not going to be a call.” She released her hold on him and crossed her arms in front of her
chest. The classic position of a woman getting pissed.
“We don’t know that for sure.” It could happen at any moment though the day had been pretty
slow.
Still, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—take that chance.
“I just wanted to do something a little exciting.” Her gaze skittered away from him, and he got the
sense that she might actually be mad at him.
“Anytime I’m with you, Jenna, I’m excited, trust me.” That was no lie. He got excited just
thinking about her.
“Yeah, well…” She gave a little shrug, her gaze wandering to the door handle of the truck.
“Maybe we should get out.”
Disappointment filled him. Could he really be just a momentary thrill for her to get her jolly’s off
before she ditched him forever? Could it really only be about the excitement of fucking a firefighter, of
fucking a guy she barely knew until she tired of him and broke it off?
For him it was so much more. He thought she was on the same page. Maybe he was wrong.
In silence, they climbed out of the cab, he carefully helping her out, she barely looking at him.
Disappointment filled his chest, made his heart ache and he wanted to shake his head in disgust at himself.
Letting his heart play a factor in this was the single worst mistake he could’ve made. She wasn’t
interested in him as a person. She wanted him for a fuck buddy and that was it.
That. Was. It.
Now he was the one pissed off.
Brett was mad. It was written all over him, from the glower on his face to the tense stance of his
body.
Disappointment filled her, and she turned away from him, not wanting to see the angry expression
marring his handsome face. She’d only been looking for a little fun, a risky thrill. She got near him, and it
was as if she couldn’t control herself. At the first sight of him standing there in his uniform, looking all
freshly pressed and sexy, she wanted to jump him. Press her face to the spot where his white T-shirt peeked
from beneath his uniform shirt. Breathe in his delicious male scent. Lick his warm, salty skin…
She’d tried to jump him instead in the fire engine, and he got angry. Defensive. And she didn’t
understand why.
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Well she kind of understood why, but she thought all of his excuses were just that—excuses. But
maybe she had pushed him too far.
Ah, she was hopeless at this type of thing. Hot sex and all the trimmings that came with it, it just
confused her. She was a typical chick mistaking lust for love and hot sex for making love. He didn’t want
anything except a quick fling but she’d pushed too far and now she’d probably never see him again.
“I’m sorry. I overstepped my boundaries.” She swallowed hard against the tears that suddenly
threatened. She hadn’t cried over a guy since she couldn’t remember when. “I didn’t mean to make you
mad.”
“I’m not mad.” But he sounded mad. She didn’t need to look at him to tell by his voice that he was
angry.
All because of her, of what she’d done.
She’d sabotaged this relationship before it even got to start.
“Hey.” His voice softened, and he wrapped his fingers about her upper arm, turning her so she
faced him. “I’m frustrated that’s all. I get near you and all I want to do is…touch you.”
She wanted to do a lot more than touch him but she kept herself in check, biting her lower lip to
keep her mouth shut.
“And I don’t want to get caught with my pants down—literally—while you’re uh, going down on
me in the engine. With my luck, a call would come in and everyone would catch us. I wouldn’t want you to
be embarrassed like that. I don’t want them to see you like that, you deserve respect.” His gaze gentled and
he stroked her arm. “It wouldn’t look good. I’m supposed to be semi in charge around here. I’d lose all of
their respect if I was caught in that sort of position.”
Her chin trembled and she nodded, desperate to keep a stiff upper lip. “I understand.”
“Trust me, I wanted you to do it.” He hauled her close as if he couldn’t stop himself, his arm
slipping around her waist, fingers pressing into her flesh. “I’d love nothing more than you giving me a blow
job but it’s going to have to wait.”
Another nod and her body trembled but not from sadness. She hated the look don’t touch aspect of
this. It frustrated her.
“I’m off in two days.” Brett dipped his head, his mouth brushing against hers. “Just two more days
and then we can…”
A voice blared over the loudspeaker that sat close to the ceiling, startling her, and she jumped
away from him.
“Engine twenty-five medical aid…” The voice droned on, and Brett glanced about, his expression
determined.
“That’s us, babe,” he said, already distracted. “You’d better go.”
“But—”
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Her protest was cut off by a rush of bodies into the garage, their movements controlled but quick.
A routine they’d gone through countless times before. She stepped back and watched in amazement as
Brett jumped behind the wheel of the truck and fired it up. The engine roared to life, the sound so loud she
could hardly hear anything and she backed into a corner. Afraid she’d just get in the way.
“We’ll talk later okay?” Brett yelled over the idling engine, his gaze directed upon her for only a
moment before he glanced away. “I’ll call you.”
Jenna nodded, unable to say anything. She knew it would be useless anyway because he wouldn’t
hear her.
Not that she wanted to air their personal problems in front of his crew anyway. Curious eyes
studied her as Brett drove forward, and she shrank back, embarrassed. They probably wondered what the
two of them were doing alone in the garage.
No wonder Brett hadn’t wanted to pursue it, now she couldn’t blame him.
She watched the fire engine drive away, winced when he flicked on the flashing lights and siren
the moment the engine pulled out of the drive. He’d looked excited. They all seemed pumped up, and she
could hardly wrap her mind around it.
It was scary, what he did. Scary and intense and dangerous.
Fear clutched at her heart. She tried to shake it, but it was futile. Even if it did work out between
them, could she deal being with a man who worked such a risky job every day of his life? Could her heart
take it?
Jenna didn’t know.
Chapter Eight
“You’re so miserable you’re bringing me down. Tell me the truth. Did you break up with your
firefighter?”
Jenna shook her head. She didn’t want to talk about it, not even with Morgan. “We didn’t break
up.”
No, more like he hadn’t called her since that night when she watched him drive away in the fire
engine. She hadn’t heard from him since. Well, he’d sent her a couple of “I miss you. Sorry I’m so busy.
It’s been swamped at the station” text messages but she hadn’t replied.
Why? He couldn’t take the time to actually call her so why should she bother?
Oh, she was being a big old bitch and was probably hormonal, but she couldn’t help herself. Men
pissed her off, hot stud firefighters especially.
“Then what’s your problem? You mope around the office like someone ran over your cat.”
“I don’t own a cat.” Just saying that reminded her of her first conversation with Brett. When she
denied being a cat person and he said she looked like one.
Remembering that made her want to cry, made her want to scream and pound her fists against the
table.
She sat there quietly instead, staring at her half of the five-dollar foot long she split with Morgan
for lunch. Her appetite was long gone. Giddy lust was a good diet, emotional despair an even better one.
“Well whatever, all I know is you’re sad and you won’t tell me why.” Morgan reached out, rested
her hand over Jenna’s. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here. No judgment, no arguing, just listening. Take
my offer whenever you need it.”
“Thanks, Morgan.” That meant the world to her and she sniffed, thankful for her friend. “I
appreciate that.”
“Anytime.” Morgan glanced up, a welcoming smile on her face as someone approached the table.
“Hey, Mia. Come join us.”
Mia sat across from them, fresh and pretty in a pale pink cardigan set and black pencil skirt, her
honey blonde hair swept back into a neat ponytail. She always appeared polished, never a hair out of place
and what with Morgan and her clean efficiency, Jenna always felt as if she didn’t have a chance between
the two of them.
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Ah, she couldn’t judge. Mia was sweet. She was the one full of bitterness. She needed to ignore
herself.
They talked casually, gossiped a little bit though Jenna stayed mostly silent. Her sandwich long
ignored, she sipped her drink, tried to concentrate on what the girls said, tried not to think about Brett.
Didn’t work. He was imprinted on her brain, and she couldn’t get rid of him if she tried. It was
frustrating.
He was frustrating.
She was being stubborn though too. All it would take was one phone call and she’d hear his sexy
voice murmuring in her ear. Holding out was doing no one any favors, including herself.
“Want to go out tonight?” Morgan jabbed Jenna in the ribs as if they’d been talking to her for
hours and she hadn’t answered.
Probably close to the truth, she’d been in a dream state practically the entire lunch hour.
“Yeah sure, what’s the plan?”
Mia looked at her oddly, which totally meant they’d been talking over the plan for a while. She
really needed to get back in the swing of things and stop spending so much time in her head.
“Drinks and dinner, maybe a club to go dancing?” Morgan smiled, her eyes kind. “Something to
take your mind off whatever’s making you so miserable.”
“That sounds good.” And she meant it. Really she did. Drinks and dinner was always good and
she loved going to clubs. Listening to the music, scoping out the cute guys, oh yeah, she loved that. Loved
it, loved it, loved it.
Jenna burst into tears. Right there in the middle of the company lunchroom as she sat in between
Morgan and Mia. Big fat tears rolled right off her cheeks and landed with loud plops on the wax wrapping
paper of her sandwich. She swiped at her cheeks furiously, angry at herself for crying. Feeling silly for
falling apart in the middle of the day at work.
Everyone was going to talk about this. She should care. She should try and compose herself.
She didn’t. She couldn’t.
“Oh my God, Jenna, are you okay?” Morgan immediately enveloped her in her arms, giving her a
consoling squeeze. “Come on, hon, let’s go to the bathroom.”
Morgan hustled her out while Mia stayed behind to clean up the lunch mess, shooting Jenna an
apologetic smile as they exited the lunchroom. Jenna sniffed, tried desperately to regain her composure.
Mia was nice to help her out. She didn’t have to do that.
More tears flowed down her cheeks, and she brushed them away, swallowed hard to push down
the sob that wanted to escape. Morgan barely got her into the bathroom before she broke down in great,
heaving sobs that wracked her body, hurt her ribs.
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She felt as if her heart had been wrenched out of her chest. Her reaction was way over the top.
She’d never ever cried over a guy like this before. Not in high school, not in college, not in the last few
years. She’d shed a few tears over guys. What poor woman in the modern world hadn’t? But never, ever
like this.
She felt like a fool.
“What the hell did he do to you, Jen? So I can go search him out and tear him limb from limb.”
The idea of Morgan the warrior out on the hunt for Brett stopped the flow of Jenna’s tears long
enough for her to emit a strangled giggle. “He’d kick your ass. He’s huge. Got big muscles and he knows
how to use them.”
“I’m not scared.” Morgan actually pushed up her shirtsleeves, her right hand clenching into a fist.
“Any asshole that breaks my friend’s heart deserves to be taken down. I wish I had a brother. I’d sick him
on this guy.”
“You are totally overreacting.” No, I am overreacting.
“You’re the one falling apart in the middle of the lunchroom. Did you see the look on Tammy’s
face? I thought flies were going to zoom into her mouth. All sorts of people were in there, Jen, practically
everyone in the office. They’re gonna be talking too.”
“Thanks, Morgan. You’re making me feel so much better,” Jenna said dryly, taking the proffered
wad of toilet paper Morgan just grabbed and dabbing at her eyes. Tammy was the office manager and
usually discreet. She wouldn’t spread any gossip.
No just everyone else in the lunchroom would spread the word of her tears. Not a reassuring
thought.
“Well, it’s the truth. You’re always the happy one, the go-lucky, nothing ever bothers me person. I
don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry in all of the years we’ve been friends, Jenna. Ever.”
Jenna met Morgan’s gaze, saw the concern and confusion in it. She took a deep breath, let it out in
a heaving sigh and shook her head. “I’m in love with him, and I don’t think he feels the same way.”
“How can you…” Morgan clamped her lips shut but Jenna knew what she would say.
“I just know. It’s never felt like this before.”
“And now he’s breaking your heart because he doesn’t return the favor.” Morgan’s lips twisted
bitterly.
“I—I don’t know how he feels. I’m being stupid, trust me, completely overreacting. I think I’m
hormonal or something. I can’t stop thinking about him, and I haven’t really talked to him in two days.
He’s busy you know? Firefighting is a major job, and I know he’s got a lot on his plate, a lot to do but I
wish he could call me. Just once, just so I could hear his voice…”
She began to cry all over again. Maybe she’d been right. He’d just been using her. He thought she
was a complete slut for falling into bed with him so easily. As if she did that sort of thing all the time.
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She so didn’t do that sort of thing all the time.
Morgan grabbed more toilet paper and stuffed it in Jenna’s hand. “Why does he have to call you?
Why don’t you call him? You’re always the bold one, why are you shying out on yourself now?”
Jenna shrugged and blew her nose loudly into the wad of toilet paper. “That night I stopped by the
station, I think I pissed him off. I know I pissed him off.” She tossed the wad into the trash. “Now I’m
afraid to make the first move. It’s his turn.”
“What did you do to make him mad?” Morgan’s brows furrowed in curiosity.
Jenna shook her head slowly. “No way am I going to admit that to you.”
Morgan sighed. “But what if he never takes his turn? What if you never hear from him again?”
The thought of that sent a cold spear of sharp metal piercing through her heart, neatly cutting it in
half. “Then I know it was never meant to be.”
“Oh come on.” Morgan snorted and shook her head.
“What?” Jenna threw her hands up in the air. “You want me to go chasing after him and tell him
how I really feel?”
“Yes! Better than sitting in the lunchroom bursting into tears. Trust me. You need to take a
chance.”
“What do you know about taking chances?” Jenna immediately regretted the words as soon as she
said them. “I’m sorry, Morgan, I had no right to say that.”
“No, you’re right. I know nothing about taking a chance on a guy, on anything.” Morgan grabbed
her by the shoulder and gave her a little shake. “But I want to see you do it. You’re strong, Jenna. Stronger
than I think you know, and you can’t just sit by and let this guy slip through your fingers. He sounds pretty
fabulous.”
“Just a minute ago you wanted to sick your non-existent brother on him and kick his ass.”
“Yeah well that was before I knew my best friend was really in love with him and that he could
make you feel this way.” Morgan smiled and gave her another little shake. “You’ve got to take a chance or
else you’ll regret it forever. Don’t let him get away. Go tell him how you feel.”
“But what if he doesn’t feel the same way?”
“Then you knew it was never meant to be.”
God damn, he was tired. Three days on and what a shift it was. Constantly busy, if he wasn’t out
on a call he was dead asleep in his bunk, getting in what z’s he could before the next call came rolling in.
Brett hadn’t been this ready for his days off in a long time. Especially since this week, he had four
days and nights to spend with Jenna when normally he had three.
He couldn’t wait to see her, had put off calling her until he got home, took a shower and caught up
on a few more hours of sleep. She was at work so it was no big deal. He’d call her right before she got off.
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Then he’d tell her to get her pretty ass over here so he could get her off.
Smiling at the thought, he stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off, then pulled on an
old pair of sweats and nothing else. He planned on crashing for a couple of hours gearing up for what he
hoped was a long night in bed with Jenna.
His body practically vibrated in anticipation.
A rapid string of knocking sounded on his front door. He hung up his towel and wondered who the
hell it could be. Padding toward the door in his bare feet, he stopped midway and shook his head. Probably
someone wanted to sell him a newspaper subscription or whatever. If anyone he knew wanted to come
over, they called first. He rarely had surprise visitors.
Heading back to his bedroom, he stopped in his tracks when he heard Jenna yell from the other
side of the door.
“I know you’re in there. I saw your truck in the parking lot.”
Brett rushed toward the door and flipped the lock, throwing it open. She stood on the doorstep,
relief flooding her expression when she saw him. Relief and something else as her gaze dragged over his
body.
“I thought you were ignoring me.”
“How long have you been out here?” He opened the door wider in invitation, but she still stood
there and didn’t move a muscle—as if she were frozen to his front porch.
“Too long. I—I should’ve called.” She shuffled her feet, and he found her awfully cute. “But I
needed to see you.”
His heart expanded in his chest at her words. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I had to get out of there.” She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly looking so helpless. He
wanted to draw her into his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay.
“Get in here,” he murmured. She rushed in, rushed toward him and he opened his arms. She
walked right into them, and he held her close.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Her voice was muffled against his chest, her lips brushing against his
bare skin and he shivered at the contact.
“I’m sorry. It was so busy at work I could barely breathe. Didn’t you get my texts?”
“Yes, your completely impersonal texts? I got them.” She lifted her head up to look at him, a smile
on her face though he noticed traces of sadness in her eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
She swallowed hard after the admission. He saw the delicate movement of her throat and he
pressed his face against her neck. Kissed her there once, softly, then again and again.
“I’ve missed you too.” He pulled her closer to him, loving the way she fit against him. “You don’t
know how much.”
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“I thought you were mad at me,” she blurted. “After everything that happened at the station a
couple of nights ago and then I never heard from you, I thought…”
“Ah, I didn’t mean to upset you or worry you, Jenna.” He kissed her, meant for it to be a simple
reassurance but it turned heated immediately, her hands wandering over his chest, his sliding beneath her
top.
“You did,” she said between panting breaths when his hands curved around her breasts, his fingers
diving beneath the fabric of her bra. “You upset me, and you worried me. I was starting to feel like…”
She stopped talking and bent her head, as if she didn’t want him to look at her.
“Starting to feel like what?” he asked softly, letting his hands fall away from her.
They immediately felt empty.
Jenna glanced up at him once more. “Like you were just using me. Like maybe you thought I was
some sort of slut who slept with you too fast.”
His jaw dropped open in disbelief. “I could never think of you that way. Why would you even
think like that?”
She shrugged and shook her head. “I don’t know. I just did.”
“I’m so sorry, Jenna.” His hands roamed over her body, slid over her clothes, beneath her clothes
and he wished they were gone. Wished that she were naked in his arms, soft and wet and willing.
He hated that he made her feel so bad, made her feel as if he was just using her. That was so far
from the truth it wasn’t even funny.
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice soft, the slightest hitch in it.
“What can I do to earn your forgiveness, babe?” His hand moved to the front of her chest, and he
flicked at the front clasp of her bra, breathing a sigh of satisfaction when his fingers encountered bare,
plump flesh, the hard pebbles of her nipples.
“You’ll have to do a lot. It’s going to take a long time. Oh.” Her eyes slid closed as she tossed her
head back. He pinched her nipples, frantically pushing her top up and over her head before helping her shed
the bra.
“I’ll work my hardest. Whatever you want.” Brett kissed her breasts, breathed deep her fragrance,
her soft skin. Drew a nipple between his lips and sucked, loving her reaction, how responsive she was.
“Take me to your bed and do this,” she demanded between choked gasps. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command.” He swept her up in his arms, laughing when he saw her eyes go
wide and her arms immediately circled around his neck.
“I should be mad at you,” she muttered, her eyes narrowed as he carried her down the hall toward
his room.
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“Why?” He hadn’t meant to hurt her, it was the very last thing he wanted to do. He needed to be
careful. There was someone else to think of now. Someone he wanted to include in his life and he couldn’t
allow his narrow focus to take over again.
“Because you ignored me. You forgot about me.”
“Trust me I couldn’t forget you even if I tried.” He stopped at the side of his bed and placed her on
the mattress, quickly shucking his sweats before he joined her.
“Really?” Her expression went soft, her eyes shiny as she stared at him in wonder.
“Really what?” All he could think about was her, making her come, losing himself in her arms,
her body.
“You couldn’t forget me if you tried? Really?”
Brett paused, lifted himself up on his forearms so he could stare into her face. “Yeah, I can’t forget
you. I don’t want to. What’s going on between us, it’s…”
“It’s what?” Her hopeful voice made him smile—made him go out on a limb.
“It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” He swallowed hard, more than a little shocked he
just said that.
“Me, too,” she confessed with a shy smile.
“If I wasn’t so cautious I might think I’d fallen in love with you.” If she slipped out of bed and
called him a crazy man, he was going to be pissed at himself for admitting this.
Her breath caught sharply, and her eyes widened. She reached for him, her hand curved about his
cheek, her fingers faintly stroking. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”
His lips crashed down upon hers, and she immediately opened to him, her tongue tangling with
his. The kiss was wild, out of control and he reached for the button on her pants, wanting her as naked as he
was.
It felt like forever, but it took only moments to complete undressing her. Then she was gloriously
naked, her legs entwined with his, his cock nudging against her wet entry. He couldn’t wait, he meant to
take his time and make it good for her, make it good for the both of him but he was too eager. It had been
too long and the big tease and eventual bust of a couple of nights ago had left him on the edge sexually ever
since.
Unable to bear it any longer he grabbed a condom, slipped it on his aching cock with shaking
fingers. This meant something, this moment with Jenna. He wasn’t just fooling around with her anymore.
He just confessed he was in love with her.
He was in love with her.
Brett’s fingers shook even more as he reached for her, the words not coming to him. He stared at
her, poised to push inside her and she touched him, her hands on him, healing him as she whispered, “I
know.”
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With a groan, he entered her, the heated clasp of her pussy making him want to come in an instant.
He gritted his teeth and breathed deep, searching for control, barely finding it especially when she wrapped
her legs about his waist. The movement caused him to sink even deeper, both of them groaning at the
sensation. He pressed his forehead against hers, their gazes locked.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. She did. So hot, so tight, his cock pulsed with the need to erupt
and he took a deep breath, striving for control.
It was tattered, in shreds and he’d only just entered her. This woman would test his resilience in
bed. He hoped like hell she wouldn’t mind the occasional quickie since that was definitely in store for this
moment.
Nearly withdrawing from her he plunged back inside, shoving himself deep. She clung to him, her
legs wrapped tight about his waist, her ankles digging into the top of his buttocks. He took her fast, needed
her so badly he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to. There was time for that later. He wanted to savor
her, spend hours searching her body, learning her every taste and texture, what she liked, what made her
moan.
Jenna followed his speedy lead, her movements just as frantic, just as shaky, her hands smoothing
up and down his back. She arched beneath him, her full breasts jiggling with his every thrust. Her pink
nipples hard and beckoning him. He dipped his head, drew one firm nipple into his mouth, and she let out a
pleading whimper.
When he felt the first tremors of her climax, he couldn’t help but follow after her. His orgasm
shook him so hard it stole his breath as his body drained of semen. The intensity of it all caused him to
collapse on top of her in an exhausted heap when it was over.
“I love you,” Brett whispered in her ear when he found his voice once again.
“I know.” She turned her face, pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.
“You’re supposed to say I love you too,” he admonished, kissing her again, his tongue doing a
lazy sweep within the warm recesses of her mouth.
“I love you too,” she whispered when he broke away from her. “It’s crazy, but I’m totally in love
with you.”
“Why is it crazy?” It didn’t feel crazy to him. It just felt right.
“Because we met only a few weeks ago after I offered you my umbrella. That’s kind of…crazy.
And fast.” Jenna’s expression turned solemn. “Maybe we’re moving too fast.”
“When it feels as good as this there’s no such thing as moving too fast, babe.” He kissed her again.
He felt her lips curve into a smile.
“It is kind of cool, isn’t it?” she asked when he shifted away from her.
He grinned. “It’s a great story, one our kids will want to hear again and again.”
“Our kids?” Her brows lifted. “We confess our love and now you’re talking kids?”
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“You know you want kids.” His lips sought hers yet one more time. Would he ever tire of kissing
her? “With me.”
She smiled and shook her head. “You really are crazy.”
“Only as crazy as you are.” He snuggled her close, loving the way this felt. Jenna naked and in his
arms, their bodies still damp with sweat, the night fraught with possibility. Their entire lives were open
with possibility. “I’m crazy for you.”
“I’m crazy for you.” She smiled sweetly. “Maybe we should practice more baby-making? I mean,
I’m certainly not ready for kids any time soon but practicing never hurts.”
“I like the way you think.” He rolled her over so he hovered above her, his cock already making
itself known. “We’ll need to practice a lot. Get it right. It takes a lot to get it just right.”
“I’m sure,” Jenna murmured just before his lips met hers.
About the Author
After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay at home mom, Karen realized she needed to
get crackin’ and pursue her lifelong dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she fits her
precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful husband and
pretending she has a maid. She lives in California.
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Midsummer Night’s Steam
Spontaneous
Fortune
Fortune’s Deception
Fortune’s Chance
Fortune’s Promise
Playing With Fire
Forbidden
Tangled
Jessie’s Girl
Winning the lottery changes her life forever…in more ways than one.
Fortune’s Deception
© 2008 Karen Erickson
One minute Brittney Jones is living paycheck to paycheck, and the next she and three friends win a
record-breaking lottery jackpot. Sure, she’s spent some money on herself—after her rough childhood, she
figures she deserves a few indulgences, big and small.
To financial advisor Charlie Manning, his client Brittney is a shallow beauty out to spend all of her
money. He thinks she should rein it in. She thinks he should loosen up, and resolves to help him do just
that—in a very naughty way.
The passion between them burns hot and fast, and Charlie comes to realize Brittney’s heart is as big as
her newly fattened bank account. She’s not only smart, but beautiful and sexy. And he can’t resist her.
Still, Charlie is aware that Brittney’s keeping secrets from him. If only she would trust him enough to
tell the truth!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fortune’s Deception:
Brittney was going to turn him away. She had to.
With a sigh, she threw her brush into the sink and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. No reason
getting glammed up if she was going to spend the night alone. She’d realized the minute she walked out of
his office she had to do this, sever all sexual ties with her financial planner. She should’ve never done it
with him in the first place, and she’d made more than her share of mistakes in her life.
Then he called her at six, his voice so sexy, a little gruff as he spoke. When he asked if he could come
over, she didn’t even hesitate with her answer. Just hearing him talk made her sex weep with moisture,
caused her nipples to stiffen into tight little aching buds.
She’d hung up the phone and known immediately she’d made a mistake. No way could he come over
to her house and essentially fuck her brains out. She didn’t want to lead him on, didn’t want him to think
she could offer him something more. Relationships were not a part of her life, they never had been. She
didn’t do consecutive dating, didn’t do any of that stuff. She had no idea how to do any of it.
Of course, what she and Charlie had certainly couldn’t be called dating. That description was
downright laughable. No, one illicit encounter in his office did not constitute dating, but she had a feeling
he was a serious kind of guy.
She didn’t care to stick around long enough to have someone hurt her, because that’s what always
happened. Nothing could last forever. She’d suffered enough through her entire childhood, taking blow
after emotional blow when she’d been young and had no defenses. All of it had been so painful, so
heartbreaking. Never, ever again would she put herself through something like that willingly.
Could she recall one serious boyfriend throughout her entire string of so-called relationships? Not
really. She was the good-time girl, the one guys liked to hang out with, the one they liked to bang,
especially because she was no-strings. No fuss, no muss, just fun.
Mister Number Cruncher Charles Manning probably didn’t even know the meaning of no fuss, no
muss. He was probably intent on finding a woman ready to settle down with, looking for a relationship. He
reeked of commitment. His cologne was probably named Commitment.
That was so not her style.
The doorbell rang and she ran her hands down the front of her cotton tank dress, her palms suddenly
sweaty. She hated having to turn him away, didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes, on his face,
but it had to be done. One minor encounter with the man and already she was in over her head. She
couldn’t imagine how an actual sweaty mattress session with him would make her feel.
Be strong. She lifted her chin, straightened her posture and walked with determined steps to the door.
All thoughts of being strong and dumping his sexy ass flew right out the door with her first sight of
him on her front porch. Her jaw dropped open in surprise, her mouth going dry. He looked deliciously sexy
with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of worn jeans, a black T-shirt stretched tight across his broad
chest. He smiled at her, dimples flashing, brown eyes filled with sexual heat behind the wire frames of his
glasses. Her heart skipped a beat and her entire body roared to life, eager for his touch.
Just one more time, what can it hurt? She could take it, she thought as she grabbed his hand and
yanked him inside, kicking the door shut behind him. She pushed his big body against the door, flattened
herself against him and pulled his head down.
“Nice to see you, too,” he murmured just before her lips captured his.
They kissed long and slow, wonderful lazy kisses. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and she
opened her mouth to him, her tongue dancing with his. His hands slid up and down her sides, dragging her
dress up with every pass until they slipped underneath, cupping her panty-clad ass.
She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him, unable to help herself. He got the message,
lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“You’re strong,” she said, peppering tiny kisses all over his face, darting her tongue out to lick his
skin.
“You’re light.” His dark hair rubbed against her face as he moved down to kiss her neck, nibbling the
sensitive flesh.
A shiver consumed her when his teeth hit an extra touchy spot. “You’re sweet but I’m not that light.”
After they’d won the lottery, she’d been on a non-stop eating binge at the finest restaurants she could
find. She had to be packing at least an extra ten pounds since she’d started.
“Mmm, you smell good. Taste good.” His lips were soft as they cruised up her neck, skimmed her jaw
before finally settling on her mouth. He drank from her, his mouth languid, his tongue teasing and she
clutched at him, sank her hands in his hair to keep him there, right where she wanted him.
Oh, the man could kiss. She could do this all night. So slow, so soft, utterly decadent. His tongue
searched her mouth, wet and warm and tasting faintly of mint. She tunneled her hands into his silky hair,
the dark strands wrapping around her fingers and she undulated against him, wanting more. His erection
brushed against her, huge and urgent and her nipples hardened to almost painful points.
“Take me to my bedroom,” she whispered against his mouth, licking at his lips.
He lifted his head, glanced around. “Hell, where is it? Your house is huge. How much did you pay for
this monstrosity again?”
Brittney tugged on his hair, making him yelp. “You should know and besides, there will be no talk of
financial matters tonight, please. You need to focus on the task at hand.”
“Which is?” He smiled, dimples flashing again and her tummy fluttered at the sight of them.
She could look at those cute, sexy dimples over and over and never tire of it.
He’s throwing a kink—or two—in her plans…
Educating Jane Porter
© 2009 Dominique Adair
A Jane Porter Story
Last night Jane met the Master of her dreams…
Tall, dark and very Spanish, Antonio Villareal is a lover unlike any Jane has ever known—undeniably
sexy and more than willing to help her explore her submissive side. To find a master who’s a natural
dominant is one thing. But kind and considerate, as well? She can hardly believe her good fortune.
Antonio is well aware that Jane is determined to keep their sexual relationship temporary. But he has
a different plan in mind.
In the morning he introduces her to his best friend…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Educating Jane Porter:
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jane.”
His voice was smooth, cultured like a fine brandy or the perfect cigar. When he assumed the chair
next to her, his scent, a mixture of lime and healthy male, tickled her senses.
This man was hot, really hot. She’d never considered going to bed with another man so quickly after
bedding Antonio, but—
When she became aware both men were giving her a curious look, she cleared her throat.
“Uh…it’s lovely to meet you too.”
Santos flashed her a smile that was both amused and pleased.
You’re acting like a complete hick.
“So what brings you…uh…here, this weekend?” Inwardly she groaned. Of course he was here for
Antonio’s birthday. They were friends.
Santos’s brown eyes twinkled. He took her hand and raised it to his lips.
“My friend told me the women were exquisite.”
His lips touched her skin, igniting a quick flash of heat. When his tongue touched her knuckle she
shivered.
Wow.
She didn’t miss the glance the men shared. Her sex clenched.
“Isn’t she as beautiful as I described?” Antonio slid into the chair directly opposite Santos. Between
the two of them they’d effectively pinned her in the corner of the terrace.
“That she is.”
“Blonde, elegant, confident.” Antonio’s hand slid under the table to settle on her left knee. “What
more could a man ask for?”
“I don’t know if I’m all that.” Under the stare of both men, her cheeks heated.
“You are, and much more.” Antonio’s smile was intimate. He gave her knee a gentle squeeze and a
warm ribbon of heat unfurled in her stomach.
“You’re making her blush.” Santos sounded amused.
“I enjoy making beautiful women blush.”
Her lover’s hand slid up the inside of her thigh pushing her skirt along with it. She sent a silent thank
you to Kitten for requesting full-length tablecloths. Whatever he was up to, no one would be able to see
under the table.
Antonio gently pressed his hand against the inside of her leg indicating his desire. Reaching for her
glass, she opened her legs several inches.
“It appears you do it well,” Santos spoke.
Another hand touched her right knee, and she started. Her gaze flew to Santos’s face, but he wasn’t
looking at her. A waiter approached with them with three bowls on a tray.
“As you ordered, Señor Santos.”
“Thank you, Ramon. The sun is warm, and this will be much appreciated.”
Ramon placed the first bowl in front of Jane.
“I hope you like lime,” Santos said. “I took the liberty of ordering for you.”
“Why yes, thank you.”
In unison, their hands slid further up the insides of her thighs, gently tugging them apart. Jane
snatched her spoon as the waiter completed his service. He left with a slight bow.
Antonio’s hand squeezed her upper thigh. Santos’s hand moved upward and without thinking, she
spread her legs. His pinky nudged her mound, and a rush of liquid filled her pussy.
“The flavor is exquisite.” Antonio spooned a small amount of his peach gelato and offered it to Jane.
“You’ll find this to be a singular experience.”
Though she wasn’t entirely sure he was speaking to her, she obediently opened her mouth. The
creamy substance landed on her tongue bringing with it the cool taste of peaches and cream.
Santos’s fingers nudged her pussy.
“It is most pleasant.”
Her gaze flew to his face. He was watching her with an odd little smile. His finger parted the slick lips
of her pussy to delve inside. Electricity shot through her body when he touched her clit.
There is a stranger with his hand on your crotch!
Panic overtook her and from deep in her throat, Jane squealed. When she slammed her legs shut, she
wasn’t entirely sure if it was to keep him out or to hold him hostage.
“There is a shy quality to this dish.” Antonio was speaking. “But if you savor the flavor, absorbing
every nuance of its sweetness, it’s well worth the effort.”
Hell, they weren’t talking about the gelato…
“Yes, I see your point,” Santos murmured. Scooping up a small bite of raspberry gelato, he offered it
to her.
“You will enjoy it, I promise you,” he said.
Her stomach dropped. This was the moment. Santos wanted an invite into her bed. Her gaze darted to
Antonio.
“I assure you, it is a flavor you must try.” His smile deepened. “The experience will change your
world.”
Their hands on her thighs exerted enough pressure to alert her to their intentions. Need burned low,
hot in her pussy. Her nipples ached with the need to be touched, sucked.
She wanted both of these men.
Jane opened her mouth to accept the bite. Cool raspberry delighted her tongue even as she relaxed her
thighs. Spreading them wide, she gave them entry to her darkest desires.
“Pleasing, is it not?” Santos asked.
She couldn’t even enjoy the bite because their hands were perched at the top of her inner thighs. At
the first touch of her clit, Jane swallowed the bite.
At the second stroke, her hips thrust forward.
“It’s lovely.”
Her voice was shrill to her own ears. Quickly spooning a bite of her gelato, she stuffed it into her
mouth.
“Soft, creamy. It’s perfection.” Santos stroked her clit.
“Sweeter than candy. I think we should indulge as much as possible before the party tonight,”
Antonio said. “It has been a while since I’ve indulged my love of sweet cream.”
A finger prodded her vagina. Her breath caught, and she was penetrated. A second finger joined the
first, stretching her. Delicate nerves leapt to life sending a gush of liquid need into her pussy. Her grip on
the spoon tightened, and her knuckles turned white.
Judging by the angle, it was Antonio who was finger-fucking her under the table. Her nipples
hardened, creating tiny points against her thin sweater. Fighting the urge to caress them, she took another
bite of the gelato. The creamy dessert was melting under the warm sun, much like she was under the table.
From the right, a finger touched her clit. Her hips shot forward in a silent plea for more.
A bite of peach gelato appeared in front of her, and she licked it from the spoon. Antonio’s greedy
fingers in her pussy began to thrust while Santos stroked her clit. Antonio leaned toward her, and his lips
brushed her cheek.
“I’m going to eat your pussy, Beauty.”
A whimper slipped from her lips. Her gaze was focused on her dessert bowl, now filled with green
cream.
“And then, after you come against my tongue, I’m going to put my cock into your hungry pussy and
fuck you until you come again.”
Explicit images crashed through her mind…her naked body, both men feasting on her flesh. Two
cocks, thrusting, thrusting…
A sharp pinch on one nipple was all it took.
Antonio caught her chin and pulled her toward him. His mouth took possession of hers stifling her
cry. Their tongues mated as her orgasm whipped through her body. The whole situation was so carnal, so
explosive. Jane was rocked to her very core.
The spasms eased, and so did the kiss. His mouth gentled, and his fingers in her pussy did the same.
They removed their hands leaving her feeling empty, shattered. Antonio broke the kiss.
“You pleased me very much, Beauty.”
She ducked her head, and he slid his arm around her waist then pulled her against his side. With the
taste of Antonio thick on her tongue, she peeked up at Santos.
His gaze was direct, hot. Her eyes widened when he raised his left hand to his lips. His tongue slipped
out to taste her cream, and his gaze turned fierce.
“That was quite enjoyable.” Antonio was speaking to Santos. “Aren’t you glad you took my advice
and indulged this morning?”
“It was unforgettable.”
Santos’s gaze burned into her flesh, and she looked away. Just thinking about what they’d done under
the table was enough to cause her heart to flutter. She’d just allowed two men, virtual strangers, to finger
her under a table.
In public.
A rush of yearning moved through her body. Exhibitionism was a secret fantasy of hers, one she’d felt
destined to remain unfulfilled. Her pussy clenched. Now, she wasn’t quite so sure.
“I don’t know about you, Antonio, but I’d like to taste more.” Santos tossed his napkin on the table.
“Shall we move our tasting upstairs?”
She loves them too much to change them. Until they turn the tables on her…
It’s Raining Men
© 2009 Crystal Jordan
In the Heat of the Night, Book Three
Every one of Candy’s werewolf instincts tells her that Michael is her mate. He’s a lawyer—smart,
sophisticated, and handsome. The catch? He’s gay. There is no way she’s going to try to change who he is.
Then she meets his lover Stephen, a seductive Fae-siren jazz singer, and she’s positive she’s got a screw
loose somewhere. Mates with not one, but two gay men?
She’s definitely doomed to be single forever.
Michael and Stephen know that their unexpectedly flirtatious advances have thrown Candy for a loop.
But there’s method to their madness—they’re both serious about her. And they plan to make sure she never
spends another birthday alone.
Enjoy the following excerpt for It’s Raining Men:
Fire flooded my system, and my hips moved in the kind of sensual rhythm I couldn’t control. I clung
to him, opening my mouth on his neck to suck and nip at his salty flesh. The wolf demanded that I bite
down hard. I shuddered, holding back on my instincts to move against him in wild abandon. He pushed his
pelvis into mine, working me in the hard, insistent tempo that took me right to the edge of orgasm but
didn’t allow me to fall over. “Michael, I’m so close. Please, I need more.”
“Not yet, not yet.” He froze, and I died a little. My claws slid forward and dug into his shoulders. He
grunted and shrugged against my hold. I loosened my grip, stroking an apologetic hand down his back.
He startled when he looked at me, his mouth falling open in shock. I pressed my fingertip to my
mouth, and I felt my fully extended fangs. My eyes would be icy werewolf blue, the wolf wanting her mate.
And my appearance obviously scared the shit out of him. I expected to feel a pierce of regret, but the wolf
was too much in control, and I was too far gone to care that he would reject me. Unwrapping my legs from
around his waist, he set me on my feet. I nearly cried out again, for entirely different reasons. My clawed
fingers flexed and I turned away, not daring to look at him. The emotional pain would come later, when
only the woman was left to deal with the hurt.
“That was hotter than I imagined it would be.” A strangled note had entered the siren’s voice. When I
glanced at Stephen, I saw he was stroking his cock through his pants. “And I have one hell of an
imagination.”
I looked him over, not bothering to hide the wolf this time. They’d come into the wolf’s den willingly.
If they wanted an apology for my nature, they’d be waiting a long time. Licking my lips, I stepped toward
the Fae halfing and reached out to take over the stroking. A low growl soughed from my throat, and the
burn in my veins increased.
His hand covered mine, showing me exactly how he liked to be touched. Up, down, up, down. Slow
torture. The musky scent of his desire caressed my sensitive nose, his musical groans kissing my ears.
Moisture from his bulbous crest seeped through his pants. My other hand lifted to flick open his zipper. His
breath caught when I pulled his hard cock out and sank to my knees before him. I wanted him in my mouth,
wanted to taste his flesh. A shudder went through him as I slid my tongue along the underside of his dick,
working my way up until I could take the head into my mouth. He buried his fingers in my hair, fisting
tight as I sucked him deep. His flavor burst over my taste buds, and I knew I would never banish it from my
memory. It was embedded in my psyche, and I would know his taste, his scent, his essence anywhere.
The heat that had never abated held me tight in its grip. Stephen’s passion fed my own, and my hips
rolled to the same rhythm that I sucked him. I closed my eyes and savored every moment of this chance to
touch one of my mates. It was too sweet, made me burn too hot. I shivered, my nipples going rock hard.
My eyes snapped open again when large hands cupped my breasts from behind. Michael. “You look hot
with your mouth stuffed with cock. You know that, right?”
A moan escaped me, his words making lava flow through my veins. My breathing picked up speed,
my heart pounding as excitement and anticipation flooded me. His palms slid down the front of my dress
until he reached the hem. One hand tugged it up to my waist while the other slipped around to dip into me
from behind. The first touch of his fingers on my slick pussy lips made me moan. He pressed them up into
my hot channel, setting a fast, harsh pace. I grabbed Stephen’s slim hips for balance, still sucking him so
deep the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I groaned, working Stephen with my mouth as Michael
worked me with his fingers.
He rolled a fingertip over my clit. His hand angled, and the fingers inside me hit my G-spot. I
screamed around Stephen’s dick, my pussy convulsing. My sex clenched around Michael’s fingers
repeatedly, and he continued to thrust into me, to drag it out as long as possible until my breathing became
little more than ragged sobs. Stephen’s hard cock slid from my lips, and I rested my forehead against his
thigh, shuddering and twisting my hips.
Michael’s fingers withdrew, and I felt him stand, moving away from me. I looked up when Stephen
stepped back to see Michael turning him by the shoulder to face the counter. Kicking Stephen’s feet apart,
Michael urged the siren forward until his forearms rested on the countertop. My eyes widened as I watched
Michael grab the back of Stephen’s belt and roughly jerk his pants down. He groaned as Michael stroked
over the tight muscles of his naked ass, parting the cheeks to tease his anus. Using his free hand, Michael
unfastened his slacks and pulled his long, hard dick out. I sucked in a shocked breath, insidious heat
winding through me at the sight of my two mates together. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Michael inserted one, then two fingers into the siren’s ass, widening him to prepare him for penetration.
Then Michael pulled his hand back to grasp his cock, nudging it into Stephen’s tight pucker.
“Damn, Michael. I want it hard. I need it.” He shuddered and groaned between clenched teeth as
Michael drew back his palm to slap the siren’s backside. I watched Michael’s cock sliding in and out of
Stephen’s anus, and my thighs squeezed together as excitement tightened within me, flooding my core with
fire. Even though I’d just come, witnessing them fuck had me right on the edge of orgasm. The scent of
them and the musk of sex intoxicated me, clawing at my control. Biting my lip, I slipped my fingers
between my legs to stroke the slick folds.
“Don’t just watch, Candy. I didn’t tell you to stop sucking him,” Michael’s voice growled, the tone
harsh with unspent sexual need.
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