Woman in Hot Water [Wet and Willing 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

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“Kendra’s very conscientious,” said Jordan, gazing at Osborne as he undressed for bed.

“Huh?”

“Kendra. The new receptionist. Always there no matter how early I arrive in the morning. Still there at night when we leave.”

“She must be swimming. She wasn’t at her desk when I left. In fact, she came in the other night to say she was leaving and wanted to know what the computer password was before she logged off.”

Jordan shook his head. Some days he wondered what planet Osborne’s brain lived on. He’d hoped Osborne might have joined a few of the dots, but evidently not. “Osborne, I’m almost certain Kendra is homeless and living in her car. She’s there at six when we open. She’s there at ten when we close. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars that bag she carries has her clean clothes in it as well as her swimming gear.”

“But everyone brings their clean clothes to—What, you mean like, the only place she showers is at the Aquatic Center? That she does her laundry there as well? What makes you say that?”

“Likely she takes her towels and outer garments to the laundromat, but I bet she washes her underwear in the showers and dries it under the hot air blower. As I said, she’s there from when we open until we close, and it’s not to use the diving boards and waterslide because they aren’t open at six in the morning or at ten at night. If you’d ever walked past her car, you’d see the passenger seat is piled high with things, and there’s a pillow and sleeping bag on the backseat.”

“What’s this got to do with me? With us?”

“I think you should offer her an advance on her salary so she can get an apartment. She’s doing fine in her job, and we can’t keep losing staff. No one has complained about her to me, and that’s a first,” added Jordan.

He watched as Osborne stared at the ground, obviously thinking. Then he nodded. “Yes, that’s fair. It’s lucky I’ve got you to nudge me into acting like a good boss. I guess I just don’t notice those sorts of things. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Am I welcome in here, too?” asked Osborne, sliding a hand into Jordan’s sleep boxers.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Jordan thrust his cock up into Osborne’s hand. All thoughts of Kendra or the Aquatic Center left his brain, and all he could think about was his lover, his partner, and what they were about to do.

They’d been together for five years, first as business partners and occasional fuck-buddies, but for the past two years living together and faithful to each other. They shared a woman sometimes, or double fucked with the two of them and two women all in the one room together, but mostly it was just him and Osborne. He loved Osborne with every fiber of his being, and knew Osborne felt the same for him, but there was a missing piece. They both needed a woman, or some women, from time to time. Jordan had been thinking lately that what they really needed was a woman who accepted them both and with whom they could complete their little family. He was quite certain two women wouldn’t work. It’d be him and a woman and Osborne and a woman, rather than the four of them as a unit. So what he needed to do was find a woman who wanted to partner with two bisexual men. That wasn’t easy. Many women were curious and would have sex with two men once, as an experiment. But most only wanted an experience, not a relationship.

Anyway, that was tomorrow’s problem. Right now Osborne’s hand was on his cock, and his mouth was on his nipples. Two could play at that game, and he wanted to join in.

Jordan tugged on Osborne’s hair, pulling his face up. Their lips locked hungrily, and Jordan thrust his tongue deep into Osborne’s mouth, wanting to taste the man fully, enjoy his flavor. He ran his tongue all around the insides of Osborne’s mouth, along his cheeks, behind his teeth, under his tongue, over the roof of his mouth.

When they finally broke apart, his chest was heaving for air, and he reminded himself once again that Osborne was a swimmer, used to holding his breath for long periods. Jordan could swim well enough, but he was no fish, and he needed to breathe.

Jordan lowered his mouth to Osborne’s chest. The man’s torso was as hard as a rock, but a sculpted rock and one that he liked to lick. Oh yes, and suck his hard brown nipples, then trail his tongue down and down still farther to the nest of dark hair sheltering the most magnificent cock ever.

Jordan stopped to swirl his tongue inside Osborne’s belly button before reaching his goal, Osborne’s cock. It was long and straight, standing up proudly from his dark hair, the cockhead already purplish with need.

Jordan flicked his tongue over the head very lightly, before diving into the slit for a taste. As he did, Osborne’s large finger penetrated his asshole, stretching it and twirling around, driving his own need higher and higher.

“It’s not easy to concentrate when you do that,” groaned Jordan.

“Concentration’s overrated. Lie back and enjoy.”

But Osborne’s teasing fingers in his rear just made him even more determined to send Osborne as wild with desire as he was himself. He licked and sucked, teased and tormented, all the time his brain tortured by trying not to react too much to the wonderful things happening to himself.

Finally a large hand slapped his ass hard. “Enough.”

Jordan rolled clear of Osborne, settled himself with his head on the pillows, and lifted his legs high, locking his hands under his knees.

He watched Osborne roll a condom down his engorged shaft then kneel between his legs. Jordan settled his feet on Osborne’s broad shoulders as Osborne inched his way inside. “That feels so good. Oh yeah,” he muttered.

Osborne’s big hands lifted his hips high and drove deeper until his balls were tight against Jordan’s skin, and then he withdrew. Slammed in, withdrew, and began pumping in and out in earnest. Together they built a fast, steady rhythm, Jordan’s hands moving from Osborne’s nipples to gently touch his cheeks or jawline, then down to his thighs. Touching, stroking, petting everywhere, always moving on.

“Gonna…ahhhhh.” Jordan’s cock spurted hard, semen flying into the air then landing on their tightly joined bodies.

Osborne laughed, and then his own control broke. Jordan’s ass was suffused with heat as the condom filled with jets of Osborne’s cum. Jordan tugged on his cock to release the last of his orgasm, and Osborne’s hand rested over his. Meanwhile he still moved lazily in and out of Jordan’s channel.

“Thank you.” Jordan kissed Osborne.

“Hell, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You always make it so good for both of us,” Osborne replied.

They hugged for a few moments, and then Jordan pulled away. “Time for another shower.”

“Give me ten minutes to recover first. I love shower sex.”

Jordan laughed. He did, too, but mostly he loved Osborne.

Kendra waited in the gym, riding an exercise bike that faced out into the hallway instead of toward the big TV or the main swimming pool. This place was wonderful. She spent almost all her waking hours now, here at the Aquatic Center. “It’s not a swimming pool. It’s an Aquatic Center,” she chanted under her breath. But today she was waiting for Osborne—not Mr. Osborne, Osborne Something Unpronounceable, so he only used his first name—and Jordan, to both leave so she could drag her suitcase and bags out of the trunk of her car and repack everything.

She’d been washing her underwear and some shirts in the change rooms and drying them under the hot air blowers. She’d gotten a few strange looks so made sure her hair was wet when she dried her laundry, so she could pretend to be drying her hair instead. Now the time had come to go to the laundromat and wash a bunch of stuff. But first she needed to go through her luggage properly and sort it out. Something she couldn’t do in the parking lot. People really would notice that. It was bad enough she couldn’t squeeze her sleeping bag and pillow into the trunk to hide them during the day. But the trunk was hard enough to shut already with her suitcase, bags, and boxes of stuff crammed into it.

So as soon as they left, she’d get one of the workmen’s trolleys, load all her stuff onto it, and take it into the maintenance bay to sort everything out. Maintenance closed at five and the place was always silent until eight the next morning. Unless something broke down, she supposed. But it was a nice, quiet, private space for her to use. With luck, no one would ever know she was there. Meanwhile, she was pedaling hard on the exercise bike. Maybe she’d even trim a few inches off her thighs while she waited.

Her legs were getting tired by the time Jordan and Osborne passed by, but she gave them another five minutes to be out of the parking lot before she left the gym. Once she arrived at the parking lot, she looked around very carefully and saw no one she knew, so she hurried back into the Aquatic Center via the staff entrance and went straight to the maintenance bay. It took her a few minutes to find where the trolleys were stored, and then she wheeled one out to the parking lot and loaded her suitcase and bags of clothing onto it.

No one was around, so she spent a few more minutes moving everything in her trunk, trying to make a little more space. Then she slammed the lid and pushed her trolley to the maintenance bay and over to one of the long benches. She looked at the surface doubtfully and ran her finger over it, but no dirt came off, so she guessed it was clean enough. First she sorted her suitcase. Clean clothes on the lid, dirty stuff on the bench. Then she went through each bag separating her clothing, placing everything clean into the case and leaving the rest on the bench. By the time she was done she had four bags of clothing to take to the laundromat, and her suitcase was full of clean things. Unfortunately most of them weren’t suitable office attire. She needed to make this laundry run. That was definite.

She pushed the trolley back out to her car, loaded her suitcase into the trunk and the bags of dirty laundry onto the backseat, then took the trolley back to the maintenance bay.

Osborne was standing there in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were homeless and living in your car?” he asked.

All the blood drained out of her body, and for a minute she thought she’d faint from shock. Determinedly she straightened her spine and sidestepped the question. “I won’t be for much longer. As soon as you pay me, I’ll be able to find an apartment.”

“Have you got five hundred dollars for a bond?” asked Jordan.

Shit! Where did he come from?
“I was thinking of something a little cheaper.”

“Even for a trailer, the bond’ll be a couple hundred,” said Jordan relentlessly.

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?”