Chapter 5
KELLAN
My entire family has always been the kind to dive into projects. If something needs to be done, we do it.
It's wonderful for me to see that Jenna has the same sort of work ethic. She's so focused right now, holding the camera up to her eye as she crouches slightly, taking shots of a pothole from a few different angles.
Meanwhile, I'm standing in the middle of the road, ready to flag down any traffic or pull Jenna out of the way if necessary. Out on these back roads, vehicles are a few and far between, but I’m not taking any chance with her safety.
She picks up the banana we’re using for scale in the photos and straightens up, turning to me with a grin as her ponytail ruffles in the breeze.
I'm struck by how her eyes look in the sunlight against the coppery auburn highlights of her hair.
She's just wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a faded gray-blue hoodie, but somehow she makes the outfit sexier than any lingerie.
"What are you staring at?" she laughs.
"Just some gorgeous woman standing in the middle of the road."
She laughs. "Don't be silly."
"You want silly?" I pull a series of the freakiest, most bizarre expressions my face will stretch into until Jenna is practically doubled over with laughter.
I rush in, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her gently, then scoop her up, being careful of the camera, and carry her toward the truck while she protests. "I have two working feet, you know!"
"You might be tired after hours of crouching and taking photos. I can't take that risk."
Once we’re driving again, Jenna flips through the photos. “I think we’ve got reference shots for pothole levels one through five covered. I’ll crank the contrast a bit so the edges are clear.” She shoots me a sideways glance. “That banana idea was great.”
I chuckle. “I didn’t invent it. It’s commonly used online. But it’s something everyone can easily picture, plus, it adds a pop of color, don’t you think?”
I drive to a crossroads where the corner of the asphalt is crumbling, and Jenna takes a few photos with the banana front and center. Then we head back to town.
“What kind of scale are you going to use?” she asks. “Just number them one to five?”
“Nah.” I reach over to squeeze her knee. “If we want to get people excited about the project, we need to make it fun. Let’s say that level one is ‘just a li’l crack’.”
“Perfect. Then ‘serious dent’, followed by, ‘officially a pothole’.”
I chuckle, retracting my hand as I take a corner. “Level four could be, ‘hold onto your britches’.”
“I like that! And level five could be ‘yikes’ or even just three exclamation points.”
“And then the ‘edge of the road, asking for trouble’ bits. Boom – naming convention done.”
Jenna grins, then checks the time. “It’ll only take me around half an hour to crop and process the best shots. I could do it at Aunt Bernie’s, then it will be right around time for the floof’s feeding.”
“Can I play with Monster while you work?”
She snorts. “You can try. He’s pretty standoffish with strangers.”
When we reach her aunt’s house, I wait for her to go in first so the cat isn’t startled. Jenna starts working at the dining room table, and I stay out of the way on the couch, checking email on my phone and ignoring the black and white furball staring at me suspiciously from beside the easy chair.
About twenty-five minutes later, Jenna’s head snaps up. “Well, they’re all cropped, got nice contrast, and… What the heck?”
I grin, setting down my phone to wave, since my left hand is busy scratching between Monster’s ears as he sprawls lazily across my lap.
“I can’t believe it,” Jenna murmurs. She moves slowly as she brings the laptop over, and we easily agree on which shots we should use.
Although I’m trying to pay attention to the photographs, all I can think about is the feeling of her thigh pressing against mine, and how she seems so comfortable being so close to me already.
We work well together, too. And we listen and think and react at similar speeds and styles.
Except that I want to rush things and kiss her properly again.
After we send everything off to my brothers, Jenna sets her laptop on the coffee table and turns to me. She’s just opening her mouth to speak when Monster sets a paw on her knee and gives a firm shove.
I glance at my phone on the couch. Sure enough, it's two minutes past four.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jenna laughs, standing and trudging to the kitchen with the ball of fur hot on her heels. As soon as Monster is happily chomping away, Jenna returns and I pull her into my lap. She’s taken down her ponytail, the auburn waves settling around her shoulders.
"Thank you so much for your help." My hand caresses her back while I dip my head to nuzzle her ear. "I'm more than happy to pay you whatever you think is fair for those photos."
"No way!" She gives my chest a playful shove, then leaves her hand resting on my heart. "If you guys are paying a fortune to fix all the roads, the least I can do is donate a few hours of time."
"Well, maybe we can—"
My phone beeps, and I groan. I skim the flurry of texts, then growl. "Coding marathon at Kingston's starting in half an hour. I thought we were starting tomorrow, but apparently we’re doing it tonight. I'm so sorry, baby."
In the indoor light, Jenna’s eyes are glowing a soft ocean green. She smiles, snuggling against my shoulder. "Baby? Already?"
“Yeah. Is that okay?"
She's already nodding as I pull her tighter to me, kissing her softly.
Jenna's body feels so perfect in my arms. I break off the kiss just long enough to murmur, "For the record, I've never called anyone baby in my life.
I already feel like this relationship is a couple of weeks along instead of days. "
Jenna nods, her fingertips tracing slowly around the edge of my ear. "Yeah. It's weird. But good weird, right?"
"The best weird."
Her soft, sweet scent fills me with a rush of desire as I kiss her again, leaning back slightly and pulling her close. Her luscious round breasts flatten against my chest, her legs curled around my thigh as she twists, kissing me back just as deeply. She's so soft and feminine and smart and…oh wow.
I'm falling for Jenna, hard. I had no idea that it would hit me like a lightning bolt, but that’s exactly how it feels as I hold her tight, caressing her hip, her waist, both of us moaning as our lips part.
"What about your code-a-thon?" Jenna breathes. "Don't you need to make that app right now?"
"Coding later. This is more important."
I lie back a bit further, pulling her so she's straddling me.
We're fully clothed, and there’s no time to start anything major, but I can't resist untucking her shirt to caress the silky, soft skin across her lower back.
She hums her approval, her hands in my hair and across my chest as we kiss and grope and caress, practically gasping for air.
The back of my neck feels sweaty, and I struggle to keep my sudden erection away from her.
I shuffle and twist, but it's still grinding slightly into her side.
As my hand moves down her back to grip her sexy round ass firmly, she lets out a gentle, breathy moan that snaps the last thread of my self-control.
“I need to make you come,” I whisper, shifting so we’re lying on our sides on the wide couch, face to face.
“Please. I need to watch you let go for me.” My hand moves slowly in a circle around her hip, then her ass, then slowly trails up to the waistband of her jeans.
"Of course, we can wait if you like. I might possibly survive a few more days. "
Her head falls back as she laughs, giving me the opportunity to drop soft kisses along her throat.
"Well, if it's about your survival…" Her fingers tickle along the back of my neck as she leans in, her breasts brushing against my chest. Then she whispers the sexiest words I've ever heard in my life into my ear as a faint blush warms her cheekbones. "Kellan, I need you to make me come."
Her eyes grow hazy and she nods as my thumb flips open the button of her jeans. She helps me, pulling them down a bit so my hand can sneak into her panties.
I swear, just the sound of her breath stuttering could make me come.
She's so sexy and sensual as her back arches, moving gently against my hand as I explore her soft skin.
My thick fingers part her folds, and I can tell I've found the right spot when her breath catches.
My other hand threads into the back of her hair, angling her mouth to mine as my finger lightly grinds delicate circles across her clit.
Jenna unbuttons my shirt to caress my chest, touching as much skin as possible. For a split second, I envision us in my house, waking up naked in each other's arms, able to ravish each other whenever we want.
That's not just a fantasy. That’s going to be our reality. Soon.
My cock is so hard that I swear I would come in her hand if she just gripped it for a moment. I can't let that happen. I angle away so she can spread her legs a bit wider.
"That look in your eyes turns me on so much.
" My voice is raspy, and I can't stop staring at every perfect detail.
The way Jenna's blinks are taking too long.
The way she shudders as I spread my fingers, one circling her wet opening, the other still fluttering against her clit.
The way the tops of her breasts heave with every ragged breath.
"You're my fantasy girl, Jenna. Did you know that? "
"That's ridiculous." She looks at me through half closed lashes. "You don't know all of me yet."
"I know your soul. Your spirit. Your…essence. Whatever they call it."
A deep shiver runs through her, making both my hands tighten.
One slips inside her, the other strokes the back of her hair, cradling her head as I bring her lips to mine.
The next tremor tightens her pussy around my finger, and I shift my hand so my thumb can take over the careful circling of her clit.
Every sigh, every writhing motion of her body in my arms, makes my pulse hammer in my ears.
My lips drift over hers, not quite touching them as I murmur, “It’s too soon to think like this, but I already have huge feelings for you, Jenna.”
She makes a soft sound like a muffled, “Uh huh.”
Oh, damn… Her soft pussy is growing wetter as my finger slips deeper. “You like me touching you right there, beautiful?”
“Yeah.” It’s a faint exhale. Her chest is beginning to rise and fall as she pulls in air and her muscles tense.
“There you go. Mmmm, I can feel this wet pussy gripping me, baby. Feel your warm little clit against my thumb. Are these gorgeous tits gonna shake for me when you come?”
She nods for half a second, then her head falls back with a choppy, ragged moan.
I cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss, inhaling her cries as the climax rolls through her.
I shift, pulling my free hand to the front to caress her breasts, thumbing her puckered nipples as she twitches through the waves of sensation that look to be shaking her to the core.
My mouth releases hers so Jenna can catch her breath, and she stares at me wide-eyed. “Kellan…” My name is barely a whisper on her lips, deeply erotic.
“Yeah?”
“That was…wild.”
I’m grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen, gorgeous.”
“Mmm.”
Her eyes are hazy as I pull my hand up to suck my finger clean. “Delicious, too.” I sigh happily. "You're so hot," I murmur. "My sweet baby is talented and adorable and funny and hot. All at once."
She slowly pushes herself up. "And my…guy…is crazy talented with his hands. Not to mention some kind of computer genius who is also so adorable that even a temperamental cat loves him."
My eyes narrow as I growl. "Grr. Not adorable. Me big manly man."
"Nope. Adorable. Sorry." She tweaks my nose, then we both roll our eyes when my phone beeps again.
"Maybe you should go before you get into trouble," Jenna says, leaping to her feet and straightening her clothing. "I don't want your brothers to hate me." There’s a hint of tension in her voice. Maybe she’s nervous about meeting new people?
"That would never happen," I chuckle. “It’s really okay if I’m a bit late.”
It takes me another five minutes to kiss my way past her to get to the door. "Dinner tomorrow – I'll pick you up at ten past four?"
"Perfect. See you then."
Walking to my truck has never been so painful. Not only is it going to be around twenty-four hours until I see my gorgeous girl again, but also my cock hasn't been this hard in years, and it's scraping against my jeans in a very uncomfortable way.
It's fine. The next six to ten hours or so will be a blur of pizza and energy drinks, and we’ll have the app online by morning. Then sleep, then I’ll get to see my baby again.
And this time, take her to my house where we can be alone for as long as we like.