Two Men and a Lady

by Cricket Starr, Lynn LaFleur, Michele R. Bardsley

  “Is this Ms. Brenna West?” a sexy male asked.

  The sound of Eric’s voice made Brenna smile. “It is.”

  “The Brenna West who is an incredible kisser?”

  “I do love kissing.”

  “The Brenna West who has the most amazing brown eyes?”

  “The color of chocolate, I’ve been told.”

  “The Brenna West who has a cute little birthmark on her left thigh?”

  “I do have one of those.”

  “The Brenna West who has the sexiest body in the world?”

  “I don’t know if I’d go that far.”

  “The Brenna West who makes love as if she can’t get enough?”

  Brenna giggled. “I have to say yes to that.”

  “So everything I’ve heard about you is true. Well, then, you sound like the perfect woman for me. I think we need to get together.”

  “That could be arranged.”

  “There are many advantages to being the boss. One of those advantages includes leaving the office early. I can be at your place in an hour.”

  “Don’t you dare! You can’t get there before six. I have plans.”

  “Aw, come on, sweetheart. Six o’clock is hours away. I don’t think I can wait that long to hold you. I haven’t felt that luscious body against me for three whole days.”

  “You’ll survive a little while longer.”

  “You’re completely heartless, do you know that?”

  Brenna snuggled down in her seat. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

  “How?” His voice dropped to a husky purr. “What will you do to make it up to me?”

  “Do you want details?”

  “Oh, yeah. Explicit details.”

  Phone sex. In the grocery store parking lot. That would be a first. Brenna glanced around to see if anyone happened to be close to her car. She didn’t see anyone, but turned on her key long enough to raise her window, just to be sure no one overheard her.

  “We’ll start with a candlelit dinner. I’m making baked salmon just the way you like it.”

  “Mmm, sounds good.”

  “I’ll play my slow, smoky jazz CDs while we eat. After dinner, it’ll be cool enough to build a fire. We’ll sit on the floor near the fireplace and have coffee. There will be candles lit everywhere, of course.”

  “Of course. Will there be some kissing in there somewhere?”

  “Lots of kissing. First on the lips, then on other body parts.”

  “What body parts? Remember—specific details.”

  His voice sounded strangled. Brenna hugged the phone closer to her ear. “On your neck. I love kissing your neck. I’ll nip your throat with my teeth, just a bit, then soothe it with my tongue.”

  “Then what?”

  “I’ll run my hands under your shirt and comb my fingers through your chest hair. Have I told you how much I love your chest hair?”

  “Yeah, you have.”

  “I’ll touch your nipples with my fingertips, then take off your shirt and lick them.”

  Brenna would swear she heard him swallow. “Then what?”

  “I’ll push you back on the floor so I can unfasten your pants. By this time, you should have a very nice hard-on.”

  “There’s no doubt about that.”

  Brenna smiled. Eric never had a problem getting hard. “I’ll take your cock in my hands and caress it. Then I’ll lick you from your balls to the head, over and over.”

  “Then what?” he croaked.

  “When your cock is nice and wet, I’ll take off my blouse and bra and slide it between my breasts.”

  “Jesus, babe.”

  “You said you wanted explicit.”

  “Yeah, I did.” He cleared his throat. “Do I get to do something to you?”

  “Not until you come in my mouth.”

  “Okay, that’s it. I’ll be at your house in fifteen minutes. I can make it in ten if I ignore all the stop signs and red lights.”

  Brenna laughed. She’d made him crazy, and she loved it. “I’m not at home.”

  “Where the hell are you?”

  “I’m shopping on the Westside.”

  “Shit,” he muttered, then released a heavy breath. “I can’t leave now anyway, unless I hold a ream of paper in front of my fly.”

  “You don’t want to shake up the office?”

  “Hardly. The people in this office gossip enough as it is.”

  Brenna giggled. She could imagine Eric sitting behind his desk, unable to do anything about the erection pressing against his zipper.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said softly.

  His sweet words and gentle voice brought a lump to her throat. “I’ve missed you, too.”

  “Are you sure I can’t come over before six?”

  “Please don’t. I have a very special evening planned for us.”

  “Do you need me to bring anything? Vibrator, lubricant, nipple clamps—”

  A bubble of laughter caused her to release an unladylike snort. “No!”

  “How about a bottle of wine?”

  “That you can bring.”

  “Dessert?”

  “No, I’ll take care of that.”

  “Then I’ll see you later. I love you, babe.”

  “I love you, too. Bye.”

  Brenna dropped the cell phone back in her tote. She inhaled deeply and released her breath slowly as love swelled up in her heart. It must be illegal to be this happy.

  Shaking her head to get her thoughts back on track, Brenna grabbed her tote. She had a few things to buy inside the grocery store before she went to Capital Mall. This special evening called for a sexy new bra and panties set from Victoria’s Secret.

  * * * * *

  Eric replaced the receiver and leaned back in his chair. He tapped his chin with one finger while thinking about his conversation with Brenna. A smile touched his lips. She was incredible. Sexy, beautiful, intelligent, caring…

  And surprising.

  He tugged on the fly of his pants to adjust his erection. After a year of dating Brenna, Eric would swear he knew her as well as a man could know a woman. Then she would throw him a curve he didn’t expect, like the episode of phone sex they’d just had. She’d never done anything like that. While she had no problem telling him what she wanted or needed in the bedroom, she didn’t throw around words like “cock” and “balls”.

  Hearing her talk that way was arousing as hell.

  The swelling of his cock made him groan. Remembering the way she’d talked to him wouldn’t help his condition one bit.

  Contracts, man. Think about contracts and new listings and selling that monstrosity in Lacey that’ll bring in a really nice commission.

  A rap on his open office door drew his attention. Eric looked up to see Penny Sorenson, his best agent and one of his closest friends, standing in the doorway.

  “Got a minute, boss man?”

  “Sure.”

  He scooted his chair back under his desk to hide his condition. Penny walked in with an armload of file folders.

  “Six new listings.”

  “Geez, Penny, do you tackle people on the street and threaten to sing to make them sell their homes?”

  “My voice isn’t that bad.” Penny laid the folders on Eric’s desk. “I like those fat commission checks. I have a ravenous hunger for books to feed.”

  “And you like to buy clothes.”

  “And I like to buy clothes.” She sat in one of the cushy chairs before Eric’s desk and crossed her legs. “The file on top will interest you.”

  “Oh?” Eric flipped open the folder. He perused the top sheet, reading the brief description of the house. Two-story Tudor, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, large evergreens, three acres of waterfront land on Eld Inlet…

  His heart sped up when he realized which property this could be. He dug through the paperwork, searching for more information. “Where are the pictures?”

  “I haven’t downloaded them from my digit
al yet. I just got back a few minutes ago.”

  His gaze snapped to hers. Only Penny knew about his interest in this property. “This is it. This is the house.”

  Penny grinned. “It is.”

  “Download the pictures and send them to me.”

  “Will do. I’ll hurry.”

  Eric’s intercom rang as Penny left his office. “Yes, Allie,” he said after punching the button.

  “There’s a gentleman on line two,” Eric’s receptionist said. “He says he’s a friend of yours, but wouldn’t give me his name.”

  “I’ll take it. Thanks, Allie.” Eric pressed the button for line two. “This is Eric.”

  “This is Keith.”

  Shocked at the sound of the voice on the phone, Eric remained silent a moment before a huge grin covered his face. “Hey, man, what’s going on? You haven’t called in months, and your e-mails aren’t exactly frequent.”

  “Yeah, I know. With all the mess in the Middle East, my life has been crazy.”

  “I’ll bet.” Eric couldn’t stop a shiver when he thought about his friend’s occupation as a foreign correspondent for CNN. Not an easy job, especially with the unrest in the Middle East. “Where are you?”

  “La Guardia. I’m on my way to Atlanta, then on to Dallas, then Phoenix, then I’m heading to Seattle.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Totally serious. I need a vacation, big time, and who better to go see than my best bud from college?”

  “This is great. When will you be here?”

  “I’m not sure of the exact date, but within the next two weeks. Will that work with your schedule?”

  “I’ll make it work.” Still smiling, Eric slumped in his chair and crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. “I can’t wait for you to meet Brenna.”

  “So you two are still together?”

  “One year today.”

  “That’s great, Eric. I’m happy for you.” Eric could hear a noise through the phone that sounded like a voice over a loudspeaker. “They just announced my flight. I gotta go.”

  “Call me when you’re on your way. I’ll pick you up at Sea-Tac Airport.”

  “It’s a deal.”

  Eric replaced the receiver. Memories swamped him, memories of his college days with Keith Dillard as his roommate. He chuckled. Man, we were wild. Beer parties, all-night study sessions, all-night make-out sessions, sex with the same girls…

  Eric linked his hands behind his head. Oh, yeah. Some of the best sex he’d ever had had been in college. He’d always been careful to use condoms, but had loved to experiment. When Keith had mentioned trying a ménage a trois with Eric and Keith’s current girlfriend, Eric had agreed without hesitating.

  It’d been fun. Not anything he’d want to do on a regular basis, but it had been fun.

  Penny poked her head through the doorway. “I emailed you those pix.”

  “Thanks.” Thoughts of Keith and college quickly disappeared as Eric transferred Penny’s pictures from his email to his hard drive. He opened each one, his excitement growing with every new picture.

  Eric had met Brenna one year ago when she’d come into his office. She’d seen some of the listings on their website and wanted to see the houses up close, not just on a computer screen. A single look at her and he’d known he had to get to know her better. Not wanting any of his agents to take her away before he got the chance to talk to her, he’d volunteered to drive her by the homes himself.

  They’d driven by the Tudor on their way to see a listing in Brenna’s quoted price range. She’d fallen in love with the Tudor at first sight. It hadn’t been for sale a year ago. Now it was.

  Eric picked up his telephone receiver and dialed Penny’s extension.

  “Yes?”

  “I want an appointment with the owners of that house. Will you set it up for me?”

  “When?”

  “Now, if they can see me.”

  “I’ll give the husband a call.”

  Eric opened the middle drawer of his desk and removed the small blue ring box. Lifting the lid, he studied the glittering two-carat, round solitaire. He planned to propose to Brenna tonight. That house would be the perfect wedding present.

  Chapter Two

  Eric stood in the kitchen doorway and watched Brenna move about the spacious room. When she’d visited his office a year ago, she had been adamant about having a large kitchen in the house she purchased. She’d succeeded. For a relatively small house, the kitchen had a sizable floor plan. The numerous cabinets, countertops, and center island gave her plenty of room to cook and create.

  Leaning against the doorframe, he smiled as he watched her check something in the oven. A long, black and gray skirt stretched over that luscious ass. He could see the heels of her black boots peeking from beneath the hem. She closed the oven and stood, her back still to him, and touched her hair. How he loved burying his hands in that thick, dark mane while he kissed her. She wore it up tonight, piled on top of her head and held with one of those funny-looking clips that women used in their hair. Soft tendrils caressed her neck.

  He wanted to push aside those tendrils and caress her neck with his lips.

  She turned at the sink, letting him see her profile in her black sweater. His gaze settled on her breasts. Not too large, not too small, they were the perfect size to fill his hands. Brenna had commented several times that she wished they were bigger. By the time Eric finished touching them, sucking the nipples, running his tongue around the areolas, she would be panting and admitting perhaps they weren’t too small after all.

  Eric grinned. He enjoyed convincing her how much he loved her breasts…and every other part of her. He loved Brenna for her, because she was a caring, sensitive woman with a great sense of humor.

  Having a killer body didn’t hurt, either.

  The timer on the stove drew her back to the oven. Eric was blessed with another glimpse of her ass as she removed the salmon. She set the pan on top of the stove, then turned toward him. She stopped short after one step. The astonishment in her eyes quickly changed to pleasure.

  “Hi,” she said with a smile.

  “Hi.”

  “How long have you been standing there?”

  “Only a few minutes.” He walked forward and set his bottle of wine on the island. “I’ve been enjoying the view.”

  “You just like to see my bottom in the air.”

  “That’s for sure.” He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “I’ll take any opportunity I get to see your bottom in the air, preferable with your legs spread wide apart.”

  Brenna wrapped her arms around his hips. She slid her hands down, cupped his buttocks, and squeezed. “Well, I kinda like your bottom, too.”

  Eric nipped her neck. “You like to hold it while I fuck you,” he growled into her ear.

  “Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty.” Brenna tilted her head, giving him easier access to her neck. Eric gently bit her earlobe, then darted his tongue into her ear. A soft moan from Brenna made him tighten his hold on her. Blood rushed to his cock. It wouldn’t take more than two kisses for him to have a full-blown erection.

  “The salmon will get cold,” she whispered.

  “I like cold salmon.” He kissed her jaw, her cheek, her chin.

  Maybe one kiss.

  “You’re being very naughty.”

  “I like being naughty.” He covered her lips with his and kissed her deeply. His tongue stroked her lower lip again and again, asking for entrance into her mouth. She parted her lips just a bit, enough to tease him with her taste.

  Yep, one kiss was plenty. He shifted his stance, moving one foot between hers to bring their bodies closer together. They were only a few steps away from the island. He could walk her backward and lift her up to sit on the island, then reach under her skirt and—

  “Wouldn’t you like to eat first?” Brenna asked after she ended their kiss.

  Eric’s fantasy still filled his mind, so it took hi
m a moment to respond to her question. “Oh, yeah. How about if I start with a nipple appetizer and work my way down your body?”

  Brenna laughed. Standing on her tiptoes, she encircled his neck with her arms. “I made all your favorite foods.”

  “You’re my favorite food.” Eric ran his hands up and down her sides from her breasts to her hips and back. “I’d gladly eat you three times a day.”

  “Not very nourishing.”

  He grinned. “But a lot of fun.”

  “True.” She kissed his lips softly. “Why don’t you pour us a glass of wine while I finish the salad?”

  Obviously, sex before dinner was out of the question. Eric’s erection deflated a bit. “Can I stand behind you and play with your breasts while you finish the salad?”

  “Yes.”

  “Deal.”

  Eric dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose before crossing the room to the cutlery drawer. Locating the corkscrew, he expertly opened the bottle of Chardonnay he’d brought, then turned toward the cabinet that held Brenna’s glassware.

  “The wineglasses are on the table in the dining room,” Brenna said.

  He looked at her, his eyebrows raised in question. They always ate at the island or the small table next to the bay window in the kitchen. The dining room was the perfect size for entertaining, but seemed too large and formal for a simple meal. “We’re eating in the dining room?”

  “It’s our anniversary. Of course we’re eating in the dining room.”

  Brenna remembering the anniversary of the day they met didn’t surprise Eric. A woman as sensitive as she would naturally remember all the important dates in her life. Wanting to play with her a bit, he asked, “It’s our anniversary? Really?”

  The flash of pain in her eyes made him feel like a worm for teasing her about something so important. Eric walked back to her, tipped up her chin, and kissed her. “You didn’t honestly think I could forget the day we met, do you?” He kissed her once more. “Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

  “Me too,” she whispered.

  He caressed her cheek with his thumb. “I’ll go get the wineglasses.”