Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1

by Karen Erickson

  “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?

  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.

  “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.

  “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?”

  “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.

  Under My Umbrella: Fated, Book 1

  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.

  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 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 str
oking 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.”

  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.