The Hot Line (15 page)

“Oh, I see.” He paused and then asked her, “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“I’m having drinks with one of the clients I met during the fashion show.”

“After that?” he pressed, sounding like a possessive lover. The one thing he’d always run away from.

Imagine that.

“After that, I’m free.”

When she didn’t ask his plans in return, his stomach sank. Really, wasn’t that what he always wanted? A woman who wanted casual sex only and had no interest in dictating his every move.

Even though she hadn’t yet agreed to go out with him again, he said, “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Aren’t you on shift tomorrow night?”

“Yeah,” he said, not bothering to elaborate or tell her that they were far from over.

Not only was it time to initiate the rookie into their brotherhood, but it was time to show Jenna that he was capable—and more than willing—to fulfill
all
her sexy fantasies.

Especially her exhibitionist ones.

After giving Dean a good-bye kiss at the back door, Jenna quietly stepped inside the house and made her way to her bedroom. With her mind racing and her body still humming, she could hardly wait to see what tomorrow night would bring. If it was anything like tonight, she knew she was in for one hell of a wild ride. Her body quaked in anticipation.

She washed up in the bathroom, then flung herself on her bed, exhausted but excited just the same. She felt a little guilty that she was here in Chicago for her best friend’s wedding only to find herself counting down the hours until she could be with Dean again.

Before drifting off, she gifted herself another moment to think about that couple fucking at the club and wonder what it would be like for someone to watch her: Dean sinking his cock inside her while they had an audience enjoying
their
sexy show. She trembled right down to the tips of her toes. Until tonight, until she’d shed her inhibitions and embraced her sexuality, she’d had no idea how much that prospect excited her.

After a night of great sex, her body shut down quickly, and she fell into a dead sleep. Later, upon awakening, she was swept out of the house by the girls. The daytime hours flew by in a flurry of prewedding activities. Nighttime drinks with a future client went well, and Jenna now found herself alone in the house, pacing restlessly while she awaited Dean’s arrival.

Since he was taking her to the firehouse—to do God knows what—she wasn’t sure what to wear. She settled on jeans, a T-shirt, and a sexy pair of strappy sandals. Underneath, she wore a thong and a bra from her Siren collection, just in case….

Impatience thrumming through her, she stepped outside and inhaled the fresh summer air while she waited. She walked around the pool and listened to the children playing a few yards down. When she heard a car pull into the driveway, she rushed around the corner.

The gorgeous sight of Dean coming toward her, looking all warm and sexy in his jeans and T-shirt, filled her with need.

His smile was slow and seductive. “Hey, babe.” He pulled her against his chest and planted his lips on hers. “Are you all ready?”

“I’m all set.” As they made their way to the car, she asked, “What’s going on at the firehouse?”

He shrugged. “I thought you might like a tour,” he said casually, but the mischief in his eyes told another story.

They talked quietly during the drive there. A short while later Dean pulled into the parking lot and shot her a seductive grin. “This is the station,” he said.

She laughed. “Wow. Nice. I never would have guessed.”

He chuckled, his eyes widening in mischief. “Want me to show you around?”

“Sure, I’d love a tour.”

Dean shot a glance at his watch. “Come on.” Hurrying, he climbed from the car and circled it to meet her.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her inside. After giving her a quick tour, he guided her out back, to where the fire truck was parked.

His sexy grin made her toes curl. He pulled her in close and brushed his lips over hers. He gestured toward his truck. “I thought you might like to see my hose.”

She played along, noting the way her pussy grew wet in anticipation. “I’d love to see your hose, Dean.”

“Actually, I thought maybe you’d like to climb onto the roof with me. The view is great.”

Excitement coiled in her belly. He wanted to fuck her on the roof of his truck. How totally scandalous! Feeling bold, she slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped his cock. “I’m not really interested in the view.”

His body trembled and she could feel his dick thicken. Strong hands pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans. “Tell me something, Jenna. Are you wearing my favorite teddy underneath this?”

She nodded toward the truck. “Why don’t we go up there and you can find out for yourself?”

Wasting no time, Jenna went up the ladder first, Dean tight on her heels.

“Hmmm, I kind of like this view,” he teased, his face only inches from her ass.

Once she climbed onto the truck, she glanced around, noting that the tall brick buildings surrounding the firehouse gave them a modicum of privacy.

Dean threw a blanket down, dropped to his knees, and dragged her to him.

He pitched his voice low. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he said as his mouth found hers.

Her palms raced over his body in her eagerness to feel his cock inside her again. “Me, neither.”

With gentle hands, Dean peeled her T-shirt off. His eyes widened in approval when he glanced at her lacy red bra. “You’re so fucking sexy, Jenna.”

She had to admit she loved this new uninhibited side of herself. In record time, Dean had made her feel so confident, so gorgeous, and so proud of her body. She in turn tore his shirt off, needing to touch and feel his hard muscles.

He laid her out on the blanket and leaned on his side to face her. “So when you were thinking of me, what were you thinking about?” he asked, his thumbs brushing her nipples.

Jenna arched into his touch and moaned. “Mmmmm, that feels good.”

“Were you thinking about me doing this?”

“Yeah,” she said.

That and so much more.

Dean pulled the bra cups down to expose her breasts. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her hard bud. “Were you thinking about me doing this?”

“Uh-huh,” she managed, all the while writhing beneath him.

Dean trailed his hand down her stomach until he reached her jeans. He pulled them open. “How about this, Jenna? Were you thinking about me undressing you?”

She angled her head to see his smoldering eyes. “Oh yeah.”

Dean lifted himself up, tore off the rest of his clothes, and climbed between her legs. Her mouth watered when she saw his magnificent body and impressive cock.

He pulled her pants off, leaving her panties behind. “Mmmmm, nice.” Warm fingers brushed over her soaked cunt.

“I can tell by your wetness that you were definitely thinking about me doing this.”

When she lifted her hips, he slowly pulled her panties off, then tucked them into the pocket of his jeans. He leaned forward and licked her. The first sweet touch of his tongue had her spiraling out of control.

“Tell me, babe, were you thinking about my tongue on your clit?”

“Yes,” she cried out and widened her legs to give him better access. He swiped his tongue over her pussy a second time and she nearly convulsed.

“Were you thinking about my fingers inside you?” He drove two fingers all the way up inside her, both his thumb and tongue lavishing her clit with attention.

She found it was harder and harder to draw in air. “Yes.”

“Were you thinking about me ramming my cock into you?”

She whimpered, aching for him. Delirious with need she whispered, “More than anything.”

“Now tell me, Jenna, were you thinking about someone watching while I fucked you?”

Oh God!

She came. Just like that. Her muscles clenched; come flooded his hand.

A noise on the side of the truck drew her focus. Her lids flew open. She gasped and tried to cover herself.

“You have a beautiful body. Don’t hide it.” Dean pulled her hands away and placed them at her sides.

A guy dressed in firefighter gear stood over them. “Sorry, Dean. You told me to meet you here for some initiation. I didn’t realize I was busting in on you.”

“This is your initiation, Christian. Have a seat.”

Surprise and delight registered on Christian’s face as he glanced at Jenna. When he said, “My pleasure,” a shiver stole through her.

Jenna tensed. Her gaze traveled from Dean to Christian and then back to Dean again. “What—”

“We’re a brotherhood, Jenna. We work together, we play together, and sometimes we pleasure women together.” He urged her thighs apart.

Her head was spinning and her entire body quaked. Dean pulled open her lips and swirled his finger through her thick heat.

“And sometimes, my sweet Jenna, it takes two firefighters to put out the flames.”

Her skin grew tight, needy. Fire licked over her legs and she damn near erupted a second time just thinking about it. “Are you serious?” She heard the raw ache of lust in her voice.

“Of course. Trust me, Jenna. I
know
what you want and I
know
how to give it to you. Tonight I’m going to pleasure you and I’m going to make all your fantasies come true. Every single one of them”—He reached for his jeans, pulled a condom out of his pocket, and sheathed himself—“even if it takes all night.”

Her blood ignited. She gulped, her glance going to Christian, who looked so goddamn sexy in his gear. He slicked his blond hair back. His eyes darkened with desire when they met hers.

“First Christian is going to watch while I fuck you,” Dean said, playing out her fantasy.

Her heart pounded with excitement. Need spiraled through her, fueling her hunger. She could hardly believe this was happening. Every nerve in her body came alive. She thrust her pelvis forward and began panting heavily.

Dean knew. He knew her secret fantasies, probably long before she did.

“And later?” she squeaked out.

“Later is up to you.”

Before she could formulate a response, Dean climbed between her legs and, in one swift movement, sank his cock all the way up inside her.

“Oh Jesus,” she cried out as his thickness filled her completely. She heard Christian let out a low growl and watched the way he shifted for a better view.

Pleasure like she’d never before experienced welled up inside her. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as Dean pumped harder. His hunger for her seemed so carnal, so raw. Groaning, he buried himself inside her, driving every delicious inch of his huge cock into her wet pussy until his movements reached a fever pitch. She moaned and palmed his corded muscles. Their aroused scents filled the air.

With a hungry gleam in his eyes, Christian rubbed himself, making no qualms about how much he loved watching
their
sexy show. She shivered with delight, knowing how excited their fucking made him.

The stab of pleasure between her legs gained her attention. Her muscles bunched as Dean’s cock hit her hot button. Her erotic whimper filled the air.

“That’s it, babe. Drip all over my cock,” Dean crooned to her.

She bucked against Dean, forcing him deeper. A moment later she shuddered with an orgasm ripping through her. The second she came, Dean pulled his cock out and pressed his mouth to her cunt, lapping her sweet cream. “You taste so fucking good.”

She saw Christian lick his lips.

Impulse flooded her. Entirely caught up in the moment, she reached for Christian. He slid in beside her. “Do you want to taste?” she asked.

He nodded and bent forward. In tandem, the two men licked her. One tongue was rough, one soft. One worked her clit while the other dipped into her swollen opening. She angled her head to watch. She reached down and touched Dean’s shoulder, needing to feel him. Someone slipped a finger inside her. Her body trembled at the sensation. Another finger joined the mix, and she could feel the rippling waves of another orgasm take hold. She sucked in a tight breath. Unhinged, a climax tore through her and she shattered over them both.

“God. Dean. Yes,” she cried out in ecstasy.

Dean glanced up at her. The passion in his eyes filled her with warmth. Her heart tightened. She was falling so fucking hard for him.

“You take her breasts, Christian. I need to finish fucking her.”

Christian wrapped his gorgeous mouth around her distended nipple and sucked while Dean drove his cock back into her pussy. Christian’s hot mouth felt like fire on her flesh. Her dry throat cracked as he flicked her with his tongue and cupped her in his palms.

“Jesus,” Dean said, ramming into her, “you’re so tight, I’m not going to last.” He slammed into her a few more times, stilled, then pumped his come up inside her.

When Christian pulled back, Dean collapsed on top of Jenna. She wrapped her arms around him and fought to think.

“Dean, that was…
unbelievable
.”

His mouth curved and he shot Christian a glance. The two exchanged a knowing look before Dean turned back to her. “Oh, did you think we were done?”

Just then Christian stood and pulled off his jacket. Her pulse leapt.

Dean brushed his lips over hers. “Because if you did, you’d be wrong.”

M
orning was upon them as Jenna pulled off her shoes and crept through Cassie’s kitchen alone. She’d given Dean a kiss at the door and her lips still tingled in delight. The sound of Megan’s voice stopped her before she could make it to her room and collapse in a heap of one sexually satisfied woman.

“Just getting in?”

She glanced up to see Megan hovering over the coffeepot, a knowing sparkle in her big blue eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Jenna said, hardly able to wipe the smile off her face. She still could not believe that Dean had fulfilled her deepest, darkest fantasies and had turned her into a wanton seductress in record time.

“Coffee?”

“Love some,” Jenna said, taking a seat.

Megan put a cup of coffee in front of her, sat across the table, and narrowed her gaze, assessing Jenna. She threw her arms up in the air. “What’s with you and Sara anyway? A few good rolls in the hay and now you’re smitten.”

There was no point in denying it. Jenna was crazy about Dean. Plain and simple. Who wouldn’t be crazy about a guy who went to drastic measures to pleasure her?

Jenna scoffed and waved her hand right back. “Like you wouldn’t be?”

“That’s right. I wouldn’t be. After my messy divorce, I don’t plan on ever falling for anyone ever again. Sex, yes. Anything else, forget about it.” She softened her voice. “I knew Dean had it bad for you in the bedroom department, but has he fallen for you, too?”

“It’s doubtful.”

Megan leaned back and sipped her coffee. “Why?”

“Because he’s a playboy, Megan. A playboy who takes women to private places. A playboy who does ‘scandalous’ things.’ She shivered just thinking about it. “This wild affair is just about fulfilling fantasies.”

“By the look on your face, I take it he’s been doing a fine job fulfilling yours.”

“Oh yeah.”

Megan’s eyes lit up hopefully. She quirked a brow. “Would you like to share all the juicy details?”

“Maybe later.”

“Are you going to see him again?”

“Yeah, tonight we’re going to dinner.” Jenna took a few sips of her coffee and then stood, knowing she needed sleep more than she needed caffeine. “But right now, I need sleep.”

“Jenna.”

“Yeah.” Jenna stopped at the doorway and turned to her friend.

“I bet he feels the same way about you.”

Jenna exhaled loudly. Too bad she wasn’t a betting woman.

Hours later, after awakening from her nap, Jenna set into motion. She enjoyed a fun day of sightseeing with her friends, did some last-minute wedding preparations, and finally found herself in the bathroom, giving herself a once-over in the mirror.

The sexy silky blue dress Megan had helped Jenna pick out that afternoon hugged her curves and made her feel feminine and sensuous.

There was no doubt about it. Deep inside her a siren existed. It just took the right man to unleash her.

She looked at her watch at the same time the kitchen door opened. She glanced up to see a very handsome Dean. Dressed in a pair of casual pants and a sweater, he oozed masculinity. His dark hair looked damp from a recent shower. Dean panned her body in return and then advanced toward her, closing the gap between them.

He put his mouth close to hers. “You do know we’re going to dinner, right?”

Jenna furrowed her brow. “Yeah, why?”

He gestured with his head. “And that’s what you’re going to wear?”

Her stomach tightened. “You don’t like it?”

“Just know this, Jenna. If you’re going to sit across the table from me dressed like that, I can’t be responsible for my behavior.”

Jenna chuckled, pleased at his reactions and the way he made her feel.

He gave a low whistle. “If I ravish you under the table, it’s entirely your fault.”

She shivered and took a moment to consider things. There was no denying they were physically attracted to each other. But that didn’t mean he wanted more, right? Then again, why would a guy like Dean go through so much trouble by taking her to Risqué and helping her overcome her insecurities if he didn’t care? And why would he arrange to have Christian join their little party so the two of them could fulfill her secret fantasy? Was it possible that his interest in her went deeper?

Did she dare bet on it?

Pushing those thoughts to the recesses of her mind, she said, “I’m all set.”

“Good. I’m starving.” The look in his eyes told her it wasn’t food he hungered for.

Less than twenty minutes later, she found herself seated in a cozy corner table at Chez Frontenac, Lucien Beaufort’s restaurant. She glanced around. “I love this place,” she said. “Megan is going to be so jealous.”

Dean smiled. “Lucien is a fabulous chef.”

“So is Megan. I just hope she gets her big break sometime soon.”

Just then the waiter came to take their drink order. Dean ordered a bottle of wine, and after the man left, he turned his attention to her. His eyes darkened and smoldered as they locked on Jenna.

“You look beautiful tonight, Jenna.”

“You make me feel beautiful,” she said in return.

Dean reached out and closed his hand over hers. The warmth of his fingers scorched her skin. Her entire body came alive. Her sex muscles fluttered. Dean shifted his chair closer to her, his hand going to her knee.

He cleared his throat. “What we did last night—it was pretty fabulous.”

“Yeah, definitely fabulous.”

“And the night before, at Risqué. You were wild.”

She closed her eyes for a second and shivered in remembrance. “It was quite a place.”

Dean nodded in agreement. “If I had known how great it was, I’d have gone there sooner. Then again, you’re the only girl I ever wanted to take there.”

Her heart leapt. She was thrilled to know that Dean wasn’t a regular at Risqué, and even more thrilled that she was the only girl he’d ever taken there—the only girl he ever wanted to take there. It amazed her how special he made her feel.

He sidled closer, a torn look in his eyes. “I want to be a gentleman, Jenna, and engage you in meaningful conversation while we share a romantic dinner. But at the same time, all I can think about is taking you home to my place and spending the rest of the night between your legs.”

She shivered. “I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Dean.”

“Good. Take your panties off for me.”

She widened her eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, do it and hand them to me under the table.”

Reaching down, Jenna slipped her panties off and slipped them into Dean’s waiting hand. He shifted in his seat and tucked them into his pocket.

“I think you’re getting a nice little collection of my designer panties,” she teased.

“Soon I’ll have a pair from every line,” he returned, offering her a lopsided grin.

Before she could respond, the waiter arrived with their wine. As the wine was being poured, Dean’s hands climbed higher up her thighs. Jenna felt her face flush and her whole body quiver with need. Dean exchanged words with the waiter, but Jenna couldn’t comprehend them, not with Dean’s fingers brushing over her damp curls. When she widened her legs, Dean dipped into her heat.

Oh. Good. God.

After the waiter left, Dean glanced at her. His playful grin turned wicked, his fingers pressed deep into her. Within seconds, she was on the brink of an orgasm. The man sure knew his way around her body.

“You’re a very naughty boy, Dean,” she managed around the lump in her throat.

“I told you that I couldn’t be responsible for my actions with you dressed like that.” His gaze went to her cleavage. He licked his lips. When his thumb found her clit and circled slowly, the world around her faded. She gripped the table and orgasmed right there. Her sex muscles clenched and pulsed around his fingers. She heard his soft growl of delight.

“God, that feels so good,” she said breathlessly.

“Well, well, what a surprise to see you two here without the rest of the bridal party.” The sound of a woman’s voice snapped her back to attention. Dean’s hand slipped from between her legs. Jenna straightened and smoothed her dress.

“Hello, Kate,” Dean said, annoyance in his voice.

Jenna glanced up to see Kate Saunders, the lingerie model. “Hi, Kate,” Jenna piped in and worked to keep her voice steady. “I’m so glad to see you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks.” Kate shrugged her thin shoulders. “I only had a mild case of food poisoning. Some of the other guests at the dinner party were much worse off.” Her mouth twisted like she’d sucked a lemon. Her hand went to her chest. “But after what
I
had to endure, the health inspectors had better stick to their word and shut down All Seasons Caterings.”

Jenna paused, wondering why that name sounded familiar.

“Do you two know each other?” Dean asked.

Kate eased her long, lithe body into the chair next to him. “Not really. I saw her hanging around the Hose with Cassie and the other bridal party members, and I was supposed to do a lingerie show for her the other night.” Kate flashed her lashes at Dean. “Would you like to formally introduce us?”

Dean glanced at Jenna. “Kate, this is Jenna Powers, my date. Jenna, this is Kate Saunders.” He angled his head toward Jenna, offering Kate his back. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Kate, we were—”

Kate cut him off. “What he failed to say is, ‘This is Kate Saunders, my girlfriend.’ Or, rather, ex-girlfriend.” She put her fingers over her mouth. “Oops, excuse my slip.”

A pang of jealousy whipped through Jenna’s blood. Even though she had no claim on Dean, she still didn’t like the way Kate mauled him or threw around their past relationship, wearing it like it was some sort of badge.

Jenna stood, wanting to go freshen up, needing a moment to pull herself together. “Actually, if you two will just excuse me for a second…”

“Jenna, wait,” Dean said.

“It’s okay. It sounds like you two have a few things to work out.” With that, she made her way into the washroom.

After splashing her face with water, and taking a few minutes to compose herself, Jenna dried her hands and turned to leave. With any luck, Kate would be long gone by the time she made it back to Dean.

As she pulled open the door, she came face-to-face with Kate. “Kate,” she greeted her, attempting to step around her.

Kate backed up, but didn’t let Jenna pass. Hands on hips, Kate panned her eyes over Jenna, making her feel self-conscious in her revealing, body-hugging dress, with no panties beneath.

“No baggy pants and sweatshirts tonight?” Kate asked, a derisive twist to her lips. “Dean sure did a fine job with you.”

Jenna’s head shot up. “What are you talking about?” she asked.

Kate’s eyes opened wide in both surprise and delight. “Come on, Jenna. Do you mean to tell me you didn’t know?”

“Didn’t know what?” Jenna asked through clenched teeth.

“Why, you’re just a psychology experiment, sweetie.”

Jenna’s mind raced, recalling her conversation with Dean at Risqué, and how he was working on his psychology thesis. Surely not…

Kate waved her hand over Jenna’s body. “Goodness, Jenna, just look at you. You can’t possibly think he’d want you.”

When Jenna didn’t answer, Kate put her hand to her mouth. “Oh, my goodness, you really thought he’d chosen you over me. You’re an experiment, sweetie. It’s simply in his nature to help people.”

Just then Dean came up behind her. Eyes enraged, he grabbed Jenna by the elbow and hauled her to him. “It’s not like that.”

Kate’s high-pitched chuckle grated on Jenna’s last nerve. “Go ahead, Dean,” Kate encouraged. “Tell her she’s nothing more than an experiment to you.” Her gaze panned Jenna’s silky blue dress. “An experiment gone wrong by the looks of things.”

Stomach clenching, Jenna tipped her head to meet Dean’s gaze. Without warning, old insecurities rushed back to plague her. Her mouth opened, but her words caught in her throat. When she looked deep into his troubled eyes, her world shifted. His brow furrowed in concern as he held her gaze.

As she gauged his expression, it occurred to her that what she saw was a man who cared a great deal about her needs, a great deal about her desires, and a great deal about her. A man who cared enough to take her on a journey of self-discovery, fulfill all her secret fantasies, and offer her a gift no man had ever offered her before: sexual self-confidence.

Suddenly Megan’s words rushed through her mind:
I bet he feels the same way about you
. The second she looked into Dean’s eyes, she knew he reciprocated her feelings. The way he gazed at her told her everything she needed to know.

She glanced at Kate. A beautiful woman on the outside, no question about it. It was too bad that, with her, beauty really was only skin-deep. Dean had shown Jenna that she was both. Beautiful on the inside and on the outside. And the look in his eyes gave her the courage to do what she was about to do next.

She drew a breath and considered Kate’s question. Did Jenna really think Dean would choose her over Kate? “Yes, I think he chose me,” she said with confidence. She put her hand on Kate’s shoulder and gave her a little push. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we are in the middle of a romantic date.”

When Kate gasped in outrage, Jenna turned her back, giving Dean all her attention. He let out a slow breath and gathered her into his embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered. “You are an amazing, beautiful, confident woman, and I’m absolutely crazy about you.”

After he dropped a soft kiss on her mouth, she inched back. Her heart beat so hard in her chest she thought it would explode. She could hardly believe the man of her dreams—
and fantasies
—was as crazy about her as she was about him.

“Dean, I feel the same way about you.”

He tugged on her arm and looked at her with smoldering eyes. “Come on. We need to eat. Fast.”

Chuckling, Jenna asked, “What’s your hurry?”

“I need to get you home.”

“Oh, but I thought you were starving,” she asked, teasing him.

“Someone once told me that when I met the right girl, I’d be down on my knees, in record time. Jenna, you make me want to be down on my knees, in more ways than one.”

Her heart leapt in her chest and she stopped midstride. “I think we should skip dinner.”