Woman in Hot Water [Wet and Willing 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

Kendra was blushing. She hadn’t fucked her way into the job, but she hadn’t said no either.

“I think you underestimate yourself. Every staff member knows you’ve aced the mess that was the roster system. We haven’t run out of any supplies since you started doing the orders. You may be sleeping with the bosses, but no one is going to deny that you are doing the job you were hired for way better than the last few receptionists we had,” said Jordan.

“Do you like us?” asked Osborne.

Kendra saw pain and hurt in his eyes. Or maybe she was imagining it. She’d thought Jordan sounded hurt before, but he was very practical again now. Even so, she still answered honestly. It was the right thing to do. “Yes, I do like you both. Very much. I don’t go to bed with people on a whim. I’m not that sort of person.”

“So stay with us. Please.”

“No.”

Osborne was about to argue, but Jordan cut across him. “No, Osborne, she wants to go, so she should go. But we can buy her car from her and loan it back to her so she can pay her bond.”

“Well, I don’t like her living all the way out there in a trailer. What was your second choice for an apartment?”

“It’s a bit dirty, but it’s very close to work, and I can clean it easily enough.”

“Let’s go there now,” said Jordan.

“I’ll have to ring the realtor back…”

“Do it.”

Kendra laughed at Osborne. He was coming over all bossy again. But she phoned the realtor, said she wanted a second look at the apartment, and agreed to meet him there in half an hour.

Less than five minutes after they’d entered the apartment, Osborne was practically carrying Kendra out the door. “You are
not
living here.”

Jordan turned and smiled at the realtor. “I’m sorry, she doesn’t want it after all,” he said, before jogging after Osborne and Kendra.

Kendra punched Osborne’s arm. “Let me go, you big ape.”

He slowed down a little, but as soon as they reached her car, he pushed her into the passenger seat and sat in the driver’s seat himself. “If you insist on being independent, I can live with that, but you have to be somewhere safe and clean. Jordan’s already said we’ll buy your car and loan it back to you—”

“Not a loan. I’ll lease it back.”

“Whatever. You’ll have the bond money, so let’s find somewhere
more appropriate
for you to live.” His heavy emphasis on “more appropriate” had her wondering again if she’d hurt his feelings. Surely he could see it wasn’t right for a lowly employee to live with the boss?

* * * *

Jordan heaved a sigh of relief as Kendra signed the lease to her new apartment. It was small, only two rooms really—the bedroom, with a tiny bathroom off it, and the living room, with a kitchen nook at one end. But it was clean and in a reasonable neighborhood about a ten-minute drive from the Aquatic Center. At first he’d thought Kendra was going to refuse to take it, as the rent was fifteen dollars a week more than she’d wanted to pay, but she’d finally seen the sense in living in a better neighborhood and not having to worry about kids on crack stealing her car or breaking into her home.

“You’ll be getting more pay, too, if you continue to work Saturdays, as you’ll receive cash instead of it being in lieu of rent,” Jordan reminded her.

“Saturdays really are busy,” Kendra replied hesitantly.

“What, did you think us asking you to work then was just a ploy? Hell, haven’t you seen my desk lately?” asked Osborne.

“Maybe I could come in and file some of those papers for you,” she joked.

Jordan laughed. “She’s gotten you there. But if you do ever run out of things to do, it’s almost time for our annual stock-take, and you could start doing that.”

“What do you stock-take?” asked Kendra.

“Absolutely everything, from how many candy bars are in the kiosk, to how many pool noodles are in the class teachers’ trolleys,” sighed Osborne. “It’s a total nightmare, and the figures never add up.”

They talked about it a bit more as they drove back home, and then Jordan was stunned when Kendra offered up the obvious solution. “It’d be much simpler to pay your staff to do the stock-take one night. The moment you close the pool, the staff stay on, for extra pay, and count stuff that’s continually used, like pool noodles, and toboggans, and candy bars. Things that stay in one place, like exercise bicycles, can be counted anytime, but anything that’s moved around a lot gets done at night.”

All the breath left Jordan’s lungs at the blazing simplicity of her solution. “Dammit, you’re one smart woman. Why didn’t we ever think of that?”

“Likely because we’re stupid,” said Osborne. But he was grinning, not scowling.

“If you tell me what date you want it done, and give me your stock-take lists, I’ll set up zones and ask the staff for volunteers to work on it. You’ll need to tell me what you’re prepared to pay them, too, because it’ll mean changing the rosters. A person can’t work the early morning shift if they’ve just worked all night.”

“It’ll be much faster if people are just counting stuff in tubs and on trolleys though. Not like when they’re trying to do it as people are teaching classes,” said Jordan.

He leaned over and gently kissed Kendra’s lips. She tasted so nice. Sweet and soft and all woman. Suddenly his dick was harder than a spike, and all he could think of was fucking her again. They’d have to be a lot more intentional about making dates with her once she moved into her own apartment, but he understood her need to be independent. He’d guessed how self-reliant she was when she’d chosen to sleep in her car and keep looking for a job instead of finding some friend or relative to move in with.

“How about we go out to dinner together tonight? You offered us a rain check, remember?” he asked.

He saw the little crease between her brows, and then she smiled. “Thank you. I’d like that.”

“Where would you like to go?”asked Osborne.

“I haven’t been to a restaurant in a while, but I like to try foods from different countries. How about you choose,” she said.

“What, didn’t they ask you to secret shop at restaurants?” teased Jordan.

“About twice I got to eat take-out as a secret shopper, but that was all.”

“Would you like to try that African place?” interrupted Osborne.

“The Safari Lounge? Where they have ostrich, and camel, and God-only-knows what else? Why not? Kendra, are you okay with that?”

“African food? That sounds amazing.”

Jordan heaved a silent sigh of relief. They’d wine her and dine her and fuck her brains out. Then surely she’d understand how much they wanted her in their bed for a long time to come.

* * * *

Osborne was rather surprised, but the restaurant had been a lot of fun. He’d looked on it as a sort of gentle lead-in to a night of fucking, foreplay almost, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that with Kendra, nothing was that simple. She’d delighted in the servers in their brightly colored clothes, the women with their hair tied up in turbans that matched their uniforms.

Male servers came around to their table with platters of meat, asking if they’d like a slice of ostrich, or emu, or buffalo, or a dozen other animals, even zebra. At first, he wanted to try a slice of everything, but after a while he had to say no, as he was worried he’d have to loosen his belt a notch or two if he kept eating.

The entire evening was one of the staff displaying their African culture and heritage, even to a group of male dancers in bright clothing and bare feet, who chanted, and stomped, and danced with boundless energy that had everyone in the restaurant clapping along with them.

“That was wonderful. But I think I ate too much,” said Kendra as they arrived home.

“Me, too. I can think of a good way to burn off some calories.” Osborne deliberately leered at her and watched her eyes sparkle as she grinned back at him. He loved the way she was always so ready to tease along with him and Jordan, yet she managed to achieve far more in a working day than any of her predecessors had done in years.

Instantly Osborne understood that for too long he’d been a grumpy bear at work, not enjoying each day as he should. He really did need to lighten up a little. The Aquatic Center had been his dream. Now it was a reality he should be enjoying it, not burying himself in work to the extent where he was missing out on all the good things of life. He wondered what other tasks were bogging him down, where there was some simple solution, like with the stock-take. Kendra’s fresh, clear approach to work and life might be just what he needed. But right now he wanted her body, her touch, her love.

He stood in the bedroom doorway, pulling both her and Jordan into his arms, making sure he could see both their faces at once. “Kendra, how do you feel about both of us inside you at the same time?”

Osborne realized he’d just crossed his big toes over his index toes. It was something he’d always done before an important swimming race. Just as he’d done back then, he forced himself to uncross his toes and wait for Kendra’s reply.

He kept his attention on her, with just the briefest flick of his gaze to Jordan. Jordan’s lips were curled in a slight smile. All good there then.

“You mean one of you in my pussy, and the other one in my ass? At the same time? Is that really possible?”

“Hell, yes. It takes a special woman to do it, but I can guarantee you’ll have the best orgasm of your life,” he replied.

Jordan dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. “We’ll understand if you don’t want to do it. We can have sex lots of other ways. But we’d really appreciate you giving it a go. Truly, it’s the most amazing experience ever.”

“You’ve done it before?”

“Not very often, but yes,” said Osborne.

“It’s very intense sex. Truly outstanding. It takes a special woman, and we know that’s you,” added Jordan, reiterating and building on what Osborne had said.

Osborne watched Kendra as her thoughts raced across her face, hinted at in a slight furrowing of her forehead, then a tiny lift of an eyebrow, and finally a smile. “All right,” she said.

Osborne smiled, too, and realized he’d been holding his breath, so heaved some oxygen into his lungs.

“Good,” he said and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom and placing her on the bed. He loved holding her in his arms. She was all woman, rounded and soft. He despised women who deliberately starved themselves into parodies of famine victims. All bones and angles, and so fragile he was afraid to hold them tightly in case they broke. Overly muscled women didn’t appeal to him either. When he wanted hard walls of muscles, he preferred them on a man, accompanied by rougher, more animalistic sex. This was what truly made him happy—a hard man he loved, Jordan, and a soft woman he was fast coming to love as well, Kendra.

Personally, what he’d like to do now was rip her clothes off her and slam his aching cock bareback into her cunt. However, that would hardly encourage her to stay with him and Jordan. So Osborne reined in his lust, remembered she didn’t have a lot of spare cash to buy new clothing if he destroyed what she was wearing, and carefully undressed her item by item.

Tenderly he undid her shirt, button by button. Kendra smiled up into his face as he found himself watching her eyes instead of looking at his fingers.
Damn that was sexy!
Next he unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs. Her legs were long and straight, not stick thin but rounded and feminine, though still with defined, muscular calves. He enjoyed the fact they were smoother, softer, than Jordan’s. In fact, he loved all the contrasts between them. Male-male sex was harsh, fast, energizing, and fulfilling. Male-female sex was slower, gentler, more emotional, and just as fulfilling. Ménage sex was the best of both kinds, unbelievably erotic, and more fulfilling than either of the others.

By the time Osborne had finished undressing Kendra, Jordan had joined them on the bed with lube and condoms in his hand. “I’ll start preparing her ass, while you get undressed,” Jordan said.

Osborne nodded and slid off the bed, but he couldn’t resist watching them. Jordan’s finger in Kendra’s butt was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He had to force himself to close his mouth before he had a line of drool running down his chin.

Osborne shucked off his clothes carelessly. He moved back to the bed and took one of Kendra’s hands in his, gently running his thumb over her palm and her wrist, then lifted her hand to his mouth and sucked each of her fingers inside, one after the other.

Kendra made soft, little whimpering noises, and he grinned. One quick glance at her inner thighs showed a gleam of moisture there. Uh-huh. She was wet and ready for him. Damn shame he’d have to cover up with a condom, but it wasn’t fair to her to ride bareback even though he knew he was clean. The last thing any of them needed right now was him getting her pregnant when they hadn’t even considered the logistics of making their friendship longer term.

A pain pierced him then, and he knew this would be long term. Just as he knew he’d curl up and die if anything happened to Jordan, he also understood that Kendra was now a part of them both. This wasn’t an extended one-night stand. It was a relationship. He loved and respected her as a person, and he knew Jordan did, too. She belonged to them. Here, in their bed, forever. So she needed her independence and own apartment right now. Well, he could deal with that. But he wasn’t giving up on having her with them every night he could organize.