Woman in Hot Water [Wet and Willing 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

  That much? Shit, shit, shit! “I’ll find something affordable. It won’t interfere with my work for you,” she promised.

  “Of course it interferes with you working for me. What kind of a boss will people think I am if one of my staff is living in her car?”

  Oh no. She couldn’t lose this job. She couldn’t. “No one will know. I haven’t told anyone, and it won’t be for much longer. A week at most.”

  “You aren’t sleeping in that car for one more night,” said Osborne, still scowling.

  “I’m surprised you can sleep in it at all without damaging your back. You can come home with us and stay in our guestroom until you get a place of your own. Use our washer and dryer,” added Jordan. How long have they been watching me?

  “We’ll even feed you a decent meal. You must be getting tired of instant noodles,” added Osborne.

  Yes, she was. Very tired of noodles and peanut butter sandwiches, but she didn’t want to spend money on expensive meals even though she’d just about kill for some fresh fruit right now. “How much rent should I pay you?” she asked.

  “I thought if you worked at the Aquatic Center on Saturdays as well as weekdays, that’d cover it. Saturday is very busy, and neither of us gets anything done. With you there to answer the phone and deal with the day-to-day tasks, we might make a dent in our in-trays,” said Jordan.

  She nodded. That was fair. Better than fair. “All right. It’s a deal.” Suddenly she felt like a huge load had fallen off her shoulders. Not only had she kept her job, she had somewhere to stay for the next week as well. A bed. A real bed. Heavenly.

  * * * *

  “Now you’ve gotten her into our house, how were you planning to get her into our bed?” asked Osborne.

  “You worked out my evil plan,” joked Jordan.

  “I knew as soon as you started cooking the jasmine rice and beef curry. You only make that dish when you want something.”

  Jordan laughed and licked a wet trail down Osborne’s sternum. “Right now all I want is you.”

  “Uh-huh. This is despite the fact that the very day she appeared in my office, you asked if she turned me on.”

  “She’s our kind of woman. Rounded hips and breasts, and a smart brain so we don’t get bored with her too soon.”

  Osborne slid a hand between their bodies and gently rolled Jordan’s balls. “She is smart. There’s been less fighting among the staff about shifts since she took over planning the roster. I’ve got no idea how she did it, but she’s managed to keep everyone happy all week. I think that must be some kind of world record.”

  “I’m more interested in a different kind of record. How about we see if I can make you come before you set me off?”

  “Now that’s a competition I could win,” said Osborne, flipping himself around and sucking Jordan’s cock deep down his throat. The man tasted so good. He had a distinct, tangy flavor all his own, one that never failed to arouse Osborne. Even when he smelled of chlorine from the water, or salty sweat from the gym, his cum still had the same tangy flavor Osborne loved.

  Osborne rolled Jordan’s balls in one hand while he used the other to regulate how much of Jordan’s cock he took into his mouth. His cock was very long, but everyone had always said Osborne had a big mouth, and at times like this it helped to be able to swallow a lot of cock. He opened the back of his throat as Jordan’s cockhead went down, then murmured a little, knowing that aroused Jordan faster than anything else. Being a swimmer meant he could hold his breath for long periods, and in cocksucking, that was an advantage, too.

  He pulled the cock out again, scraping his teeth lightly over the cockhead and down the shaft. Then he sucked it in again, this time flicking the tip of his tongue into the little slit to lick up the first few drops of cum. Oh yes. He’d win this game no worries. Jordan was putty in his hands. He’d turn him into a puddle of orgasmic goo in no time.

  Osborne lifted his mouth, shifting lower so he could suck first one ball, then the other inside, using his tongue to roll them around in his mouth.

  Up until now Jordan had been petting and stroking his back, sides, torso, and tweaking his nipples. It was both arousing and pleasurable, but Osborne could withstand that kind of temptation, no worries. But right then, as his ass was up in the air and his mouth buried at Jordan’s cock, Jordan slammed two fingers in his asshole, twisted them, and pinged his prostate.

  “Agghhh.” The orgasm roared up his spine, and cum spurted from his cock with no warning whatsoever. Jets of his semen landed on them both and on the bedding as he flopped onto his side in amazement.

  “How the fuck did you do that?” he gasped.

  “Sheer unadulterated talent,” quipped Jordan.

  “Fuck yes.”

  “That’s what I’m about to do now. I reckon I deserve your ass for winning our little contest.”

  Osborne leaned a little farther to the side as Jordan quickly lubed his ass, running his fingers all around the rim and into the channel, softening tissues that were already highly sensitive to his touch.

  Jordan rolled a condom on, Osborne watching his every movement, noting how swiftly his fingers moved, with no fumbling or wasted motions. Then Jordan snuggled behind him. Osborne lifted his upper leg high while Jordan parted his butt cheeks and pushed in. Damn, it felt good to have him deep inside. It didn’t matter to Osborne which of them fucked the other. Either way was always a wonderful time of being together and sharing their love.

  Jordan was evidently highly aroused. His pumping into Osborne came fast and hard. Willingly Osborne pushed back onto Jordan’s cock and reached behind him to hold Jordan tight against his spine. Jordan responded by reaching around and grabbing Osborne’s dick. It didn’t stay limp in his hands for more than a heartbeat.

  Of their own volition Osborne’s hips started pushing up into Jordan’s hand, even though he’d still intended to thrust back onto Jordan’s dick. Back and forth his hips pumped in time with Jordan’s, while Jordan’s hand pulled and tugged on his aching cock.

  Faster than he’d ever have imagined, his cock grew and hardened, “I knew I could,” whispered Jordan into his hair.

  “You’ve always been able to turn me on,” replied Osborne, his hips snapping back and forth with the need to come again.

  Jordan pulled away, then powered into him over and over again. The man had amazing stamina. Their bodies were slicked with sweat, their chests heaving breath into their lungs. Jordan pinged Osborne’s prostate again, this time with his cock, and the game was over. As hot cum burst in his ass, his own semen shot out over Jordan’s hand. They both thrust a few more times, and then Osborne turned and pulled Jordan into his arms. “Damn you’re good.”

  “Same goes.”

  * * * *

  Kendra lay on her bed, stretching out her arms and legs, and reveling in all the space. Not to mention how soft and comfortable the mattress was and how snuggly warm the blanket felt against her skin. It seemed like she’d been living in her car forever, and it was so good to have a real bed and a room all of her own once again. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. The only thing that could make it better would be to have Osborne, Mr. Delicious Ass himself, in it with her. And Jordan. Sweet, gentle, perceptive Jordan, who was the ideal foil for Osborne’s focused, intense, driving personality.

  She’d only been working for them at the Aquatic Center for a week, but it hadn’t even taken her a day to realize how hard they both worked and how much effort it took to make the seemingly smooth-flowing system function. Children and adults arrived for swimming lessons and diving lessons, all with their various instructors. Serious swimmers carried out their training. People recovering from injuries, and the elderly with problems like arthritis, attended classes and completed their exercises in the hydrotherapy pool. Retirees and pregnant women did water aerobics. Fitness enthusiasts worked out at the gym, schools held swimming carnivals in the main pool, teams trained for diving in the diving pool, and an endless stream of visitors and families ca
me to splash around and have fun. Keeping such a diverse lot of customers all happy and entertained at once, with their attendant lifeguards, instructors, and trainers, was just as complicated as preparing an army to invade a foreign country, she reckoned.

  It explained why Osborne’s desk was always buried under a pile of paperwork and why he tended to be grumpy. There were a lot of different interest groups to keep content, something almost impossible to do with so many conflicting interests.

  Having the senior citizens gentle exercise classes on at the same time as infant learn-to-swim classes was a stroke of rostering genius. The babies and seniors got on well together, and it meant the seniors, who tended to move slowly in the change rooms, could take as long as they needed, as the moms chatted around the baby change tables while they dressed their infants. He deserved a gold star for thinking up that idea. And she knew exactly where to put it, too! She giggled. Fat chance. Osborne and Jordan were perfectly partnered to each other. They really did complement each other and make each other happy. She’d seen the way Osborne’s face lit up when Jordan walked into his office, even though Jordan almost always came to collect Osborne at lunchtime.

  Kendra sighed. She rather fancied them both. They weren’t just eye candy. Their complementary personalities appealed to her, too. Well tough. I need to spend more time checking out the men in the gym, and the lifeguards. Some of them are mighty easy on the eyes, too.

  Chapter Four

  “What do you think of the waterslide?” Jordan asked Kendra.

  He’d been standing just outside her office for two or three minutes, but she was completely focused on what she was doing and hadn’t noticed him yet. He tried not to smile at the little jump she gave when he spoke.

  “Hi, Jordan. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you arrive. The waterslides? The inflatables? The kids love them. I’ve had to order more wristbands for them already, and the desk staff said the passes for them were selling like hotcakes.”

  “No, not the inflatables. The real waterslide.”

  “Oh, I haven’t been on it. I didn’t even know it was there until I found the splash-down pool one night when I was walking around. I guess I don’t look up at the roof very much.”

  “You haven’t been on it? That’s sacrilege. Osborne busted a gut getting that designed, developed, and installed.” Jordan was only partly joking. Osborne had been very invested in it, and even though to run it required three lifeguards at a time, it still made a decent profit.

  “It’s a definite hit with the older children. They all want to get wristbands that give them three turns on it, instead of just one,” Kendra said. When she smiled, like now, she was truly beautiful. Her hazel eyes sparkled, her face lit up, and her hands were waving in the air as she explained what she as talking about. She became an incredibly enticing picture.

  Down boy! Jordan silently instructed his cock. “I’ll meet you at the waterslide at five forty and take you for a few trips down it,” he said to Kendra.

  “And have a thousand kids laughing at me for screaming all the way? I don’t think so.”

  “How about if I tell them they can all have a free extra turn if they scream louder than you?” he suggested.

  Kendra laughed. “An accountant saying something should be free? Oh my. Whatever has the world come to,” she teased.

  “I’ll meet you at the foot of the ladder at five forty. Don’t forget,” he said, and walked through her office and into Osborne’s.

  Osborne looked up and smiled as he walked in, and his unruly cock grew another inch at least.

  “I’m taking Kendra on the waterslide tonight,” said Jordan.

  “Wow! You’re the last of the big spenders, for sure,” joked Osborne.

  “I couldn’t think of any other way to get my arms around her on a first date.”

  “Jeez, man, haven’t you heard of dancing? Maybe I’ll take her out to a club after the waterslide then. She’ll likely appreciate a nice cuddle after all the excitement,” said Osborne.

  “You know, that’s not a bad idea. How about we ask her out to dinner and dancing? That way we’ll both get to hold her,” said Jordan.

  “Oh, yes. I like that plan. What time did you tell her?”

  “At the waterslide? Five forty.”

  Osborne looked up at the clock, and Jordan could almost see the gears in his brain whirring. “All right I’ll be there.”

  Jordan grinned and nodded. Tonight promised to be very interesting. Maybe he could move this romance on to the next stage. But first, he had work needing to be finished, too.

  * * * *

  Kendra wasn’t too sure about the waterslide. She loved the water and swimming, but she was no fitness guru and not really into adventure activities either. Still, any kid over a certain height was allowed on it, so it couldn’t really be dangerous. It was just for fun.

  She stood at the foot of the ladder, located in the corner of the Aquatic Center, with the splash-down pool in front of it, then tipped her head right up and followed the structure around the building. The ladder went up and up almost to the roof—maybe the height of a three-story building she guessed. There was another lifeguard up there, checking children against the height limit, and handing them a toboggan to sit on. The enclosed slide started off to the right, running along one wall, gradually dipping lower, around the corner and along the second wall, then the third wall, finally tipping the riders into the splash-down pool from a height of only a few feet, as it finished circumnavigating the building.

  Water flowed through the tunnel constantly giving the effect of danger, but there was no way anyone could drown in it, as in reality it was only an inch or so deep. There was another lifeguard standing at the bottom of the tunnel to make sure riders didn’t land on top of each other, on exit.

  She also noticed that at the start, two people weren’t allowed to follow each other too closely, so that ensured the second one couldn’t accidently crash into the person in front of them on the journey either.

  So, a perfectly safe, fun ride, just a little different. Well, why was there a flock of butterflies dancing the tango in her belly then?

  Because Jordan asked you to go on it, and he’ll be there. And I’d be very surprised if Osborne doesn’t show up as well.

  They were so totally delicious, generous, and kind. After all, whoever would’ve thought a boss would provide a room for a worker to stay in? They have to like me, surely?

  “Ready?”

  The deep, sexy voice broke into her reverie. Wow. When Osborne put off the business clothes and the worried scowl, he was even more drool-worthy than ever. He was wearing professional swimmers’ swimwear, short, tight-fitting briefs in navy blue. That wasn’t really surprising seeing she’d been told dozens of times he was a retired swimmer. And he had the broad shoulders, and sturdily muscled arms and thighs to prove it, too. And a solid chest just begging to be licked.

  She tamped down her hormones and looked at Jordan. For someone with such fair hair and light-blue eyes, his skin wasn’t as pale as she’d expected. Sure it wasn’t tanned, but it wasn’t dead white either, rather, it was a nice, light golden-brown that looked very attractive against his low-slung, pale-blue board shorts.

  “Cat got your tongue?”Jordan challenged her.

  “What? Oh, yes, sure, I’m ready to attempt it. Although it’ll likely take me an hour at least to climb all those steps up the ladder.”

  Both Osborne and Jordan laughed before Osborne said, “The dive team train by running up them three at a time. Besides, there’s not as many as it looks.”

  “How many are there?”

  “One—”

  “You don’t want to know.” Jordan cut Osborne off.

  “One? One hundred? There’s one hundred stairs to climb? And kids do this three times?”

  “One hundred and twelve actually.”

  “I’ll be dead before I even get up there.” Nevertheless Kendra turned to the steps, glanced at the lifeguard on duty who was tryin
g hard not to laugh at her, and started climbing.

  About halfway up she was glad to take a short rest while two children ahead of her on the ladder argued about who should go first. Apparently the older one believed he should have first turn, whereas the younger one was ahead of him on the steps. When she’d caught her breath, Kendra said, “Why don’t you wait and ask the lifeguard at the top who should go first?”

  Fortunately the children thought that was a good idea and began climbing again. Just as well, as she could feel her arm muscles getting a little stiff, and hanging on while they argued wasn’t on her program, although a few minutes to catch her breath had been helpful.

  The children raced up the last twenty or so steps, both eager to put their view to the lifeguard at the top, and by the time Kendra, Osborne, and Jordan arrived, they’d already headed down the tunnel. “Who went first?” Kendra asked a little breathlessly.

  “The older one. I flipped a coin,” the lifeguard replied.

  “Clever solution.” Kendra nodded, still puffing.

  Jordan climbed on a toboggan and went first, then Kendra, with Osborne behind her.

  She felt as though she’d scarcely sat down before she was whipped around the first bend and the tunnel tilted her up the right-hand wall, then back to the middle. She gripped her toboggan so hard she thought her fingernails might end up embedded in the toughened plastic as she was flipped half on her side by the force of the water at the second turn. Then there was a steep downhill slope, the third turn, and she could see the light again of the end of the ride. She lost her grip on her toboggan as she fell into the pool, remembering to swim forward to the end so Osborne wouldn’t land on top of her.

  The pool was only about three feet deep, shallowing quickly so riders could just walk out. “That was wonderful fun,” she said, as she reached Jordan.

  “Want to do it again?”

  “Well, it was over incredibly fast.”