The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (18 page)

Settling back in the covers, she turned her face into Randy’s pillow for a whiff of superhero.
Yummm.
She closed her eyes, savoring his and Jason’s scents and remembering the feel of them. Randy had one hell of an appendage, assuming the nerve endings in her butt had correctly measured his length. A glance at the size of his hands would confirm it. Not that she’d ever see or touch him to prove the old adage.

And Jason’s dick had stretched from pubic bone to her navel. Placing her thumb in the indentation of her belly, she spread her hand until her middle finger just reached her short and curlies. She held up her hand, measuring the distance from thumb to tip of finger with her eyes.
Holy giant penises! He must be eight inches long!

The shower turned off in the bathroom. Her brain went crazy, imagining Randy rubbing himself dry with a towel. His too-long brown hair. His lightly furred chest. Those sculpted biceps and shoulders. Damn, she could use some quality time with her vibrator.

The bathroom door clicked open. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Footsteps sounded in the hall then faded as Randy walked toward the kitchen. She counted to a hundred before she scooted to the edge of the bed to stand. Stretching her arms over her head, her spine cracked twice and her hip popped. A quick potty stop and cool water splashed on her face.
Now coffee.

Randy stood at the stove when she entered the kitchen, his broad shoulders bare and dotted with water droplets. His back muscles flexed and shifted as he reached for the salt and pepper with…
enormous
hands. He was tall and built, and evidently his magnum-sized pecker fit his proportions.

Her mouth went dry.
Yowza.
She stared at his perfect blue-jean-clad ass. “G’morning.”

He stirred whatever he was cooking. “Morning, Jonnie. Um, sleep well? Coffee’ll be ready in less than five minutes.”

He hadn’t even bothered to glance over his shoulder at her, and his tone was gruff. She frowned. “Great.”

He continued stirring, abnormal silence crawling along her skin.
Fine
. If he wanted to ignore her, she had things she could do—like get her travel mug from the car so she could fill up and go home. She aimed for the living room to slip on her shoes. “Be back in a minute.”

Still no response. She had half a mind to grab her keys and leave.
Half? Try three-quarters.
Staying with him and Jason had been a huge mistake.
Forget the damn coffee. He feels me up in his sleep and acts like I did something wrong.
Loving him didn’t make her a rug for him to walk all over.

* * * *

Listening to the front door open then close, Randy moved the pan off the burner and rushed to adjust his cock before his pants cut off the circulation to his brain. One look at Jonnie’s sexy, sleep-mussed hair in the reflective control panel on the stove and his dick had gone from half-hard to fossilized. He hadn’t dared turn around to say good morning. She would’ve seen the lump in his jeans and run for the hills.

He heaved a sigh as he got out three plates, three mugs, and three forks. Her friendship meant too much to risk losing it. Unless she gave him and Jason some sign she wanted to take things beyond a platonic relationship, they weren’t making a move on her.
A little late for that declaration.
He’d stepped over an invisible line. Thankfully, she’d slept through it.

The coffeemaker sputtered and dripped. He pressed down the button on the toaster then divvied up the scrambled eggs. Lifting the carafe, he poured coffee into the mugs, adding a dribble of milk to hers. The toaster popped. He buttered both slices, put them onto Jonnie’s plate, then started Jason’s toast.

He made a quick trip to the bedroom to wake up his lover. “Hey, Jase. Breakfast is ready.”

Popping up out of bed, Jason headed to the bathroom. Dead to the world one second, wide awake the next. “There in a minute.”

The toaster popped again. Randy hurried back to the kitchen, finishing up the second plate. He glanced at the clock on the stove. Why hadn’t Jonnie returned yet? She’d said she’d be right back.

He dropped in two more pieces of bread then went to the living room window. Her car was gone. His stomach twisted in a knot. She left?
Ah, shit. She was awake. She knows I groped her.
That was the only possible explanation. How the hell was he supposed to apologize when he wasn’t sorry? Damn, he was so screwed.

“Hey, where’s Jonnie?” Jase leaned in for a good- morning kiss and grabbed a plate.

“She left. I, um, kinda pawed her boobs and dry humped her ass in my sleep. I think she was awake.” Randy waited for the chewing out he had coming.

“You lucky sonovabitch!” Jase shoveled a bite of eggs into his mouth and closed his eyes. “Were her nipples hard?”

Buttering the last of the toast, Randy’s dick went from limp to half-erect, remembering the feel of the points on his palm. “Soft, moldable tits with perky little nubs. Damn, I want to fuck her so bad.”

“Yeah. I bet her pussy was wet, too.”

“Geez. You just had to say that, didn’t you?”

Jason grinned past a bite of toast. “I haven’t touched a woman in too damn long. Let me have some fun.”

“Fun.” Forking his eggs into a piece of toast, Randy made a decision. “We have to tell her tonight. I can’t take another day of keeping my hands to myself.”

“Well, actually, you didn’t keep your hands to yourself. What if she left because she was embarrassed? Maybe she
liked
being felt up, but thinks we don’t want her since we have each other.”

Randy grunted instead of trying to formulate a reply. He hoped like hell embarrassment was the reason she took off without a goodbye.

* * * *

Jason rubbed the towel on his head then dropped it to the floor so he could slick a comb through his hair. A swipe of deodorant in each armpit followed a quick brushing of his teeth. He tugged on a pair of faded jeans.
Now to find a clean shirt and socks.

He strode into the bedroom, shaking his head at the jumble of dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Or were they clean? Grabbing a dark blue T-shirt, he sniffed the underarms.
Doesn’t stink. Clean enough to wear. Or wear again.

“You ready to go, Jase?”

Snagging a pair of work socks, he followed Randy’s voice to the kitchen. “Boots and socks. I’ll drive the rig. More than likely, Jonnie needs a deeper well. She’s going to be pissed as hell if she finds out we did the work for Instant Grass.”

“We picked the lesser of two evils. She’ll understand.” The confident words didn’t match Randy’s tone. He sounded as unsure as Jason felt.

“So, what do we tell her?” Jason slipped his socked foot into his boot.

“Nothing unless she asks. We did what we had to do.”

Tying the second boot, Jason nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.

* * * *

A thermos of coffee in one hand and his toolbox at his feet, Randy knocked on Jonnie’s back door. Two minutes went by without an answer. She had to be home since her car was parked in the driveway. He knocked again. Still no response, so he tried the knob. Locked.

Moving to the flowerbed, he lifted the garden gnome statue and picked up the spare key. She’d told him and Jason if they needed to get inside, they should use the key. Well, he needed to check out her water pump, filter, and softener before Jason looked up her well information in the logs. Pissed at him or not, she had to have running water. And he’d gladly take the traditional tack of men in trouble with their women. Ignorance. Pretending everything was fine. Going about his business like nothing was wrong.

He considered calling her name when he stood in her mudroom.
If she’s mad at me, she might tell me to leave. I’m better off just getting the job done.
Finding the problem and offering a solution might make her forget about his early morning frisk.

A quick on and off of the faucet told him she had water in the laundry tub, so he headed to the basement to look over the whole house filter and softener. From there, he moved to the pressure tank. Her interior plumbing seemed okay—which was good. But it wasn’t a positive sign. Either the submersible pump was going bad, or she had major well issues.

At his truck, he slid the roll of well logs out from behind the seat, shuffling through until he found the right quadrant. He breathed out a gusty sigh when he saw the depth of the well in relation to her closest neighbor. The good news? Her well pump wasn’t the problem, and she’d likely forget all about him copping a feel. The bad news? She’d have to drill a new well.

Rumbling and a cloud of dust had him looking toward the end of her lane.
Speak of the devil.
The truck with the drilling rig was a quarter of the way down her long drive. He’d wait for Jason, and they’d give her the bad news together after a quick call to Martin about the permit.

Unclipping his cell from his belt, Randy dialed his contact in the county building permit office in hopes of catching Martin before he headed out for a round of golf.

“Morning, Randy. What can I do for you?” A loud clunk had Randy picturing a bag of clubs being dropped into the back of Martin’s SUV.

“I need a drilling permit for Jonnalyn Petit. Jase and I are putting in a new well for her this weekend.”

“Problems with her well?”

“Yeah. Major problems.” Randy kicked at a rock in the driveway as the rig pulled to a stop behind his pickup. “Looks like she’s a victim of the cone of depression from the sod farm’s irrigation wells.”

“So she needs a deeper well then.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell her about Instant Grass?”

Holding the phone away from his ear, Randy blinked at it once before returning it to speak. “Shit, no, I didn’t tell her, and you aren’t going to, either.”

“Your funeral if she finds out from somebody else, buddy. That young lady has a temper, and she isn’t afraid to use it.”

Randy held up his finger to gesture for Jason to wait a minute for him to finish on the phone. “We did what we had to do. So, the permit?”

“Email all the info to me, and I’ll file it first thing Monday morning. In the meantime, get the girl some water.”

“Thanks, Martin. I owe you.”

“Later.”

Dropping the cell on the seat of his truck, Randy shook his head. Was Martin crazy? If Jonnie found out he’d put in the wells at Instant Grass, she’d probably come after him and Jason with one of her pet spiders. Then she’d never speak to them again.

Jason leaned against the fender. “Everything checked out, didn’t it?”

Randy nodded, rolling up the sheaf of papers and putting them behind the seat. “Definitely the well. Time to report the verdict.”

Jason fell into step beside him. The walk to the house had him imagining her reaction. Instead of being mad at them, she’d go off on Instant Grass. Not that he blamed her. The sod farm used more than its fair share of water, even staying in compliance with state and local regulations.

They ascended the stairs to the second floor, Randy hoping she hadn’t gone to bed for a nap. The temptation to crawl in beside her would test his will. At the top of the steps, he heard banging in the bathroom, followed by a colorful curse. A grin tickled his lips. Sexy, smart, and sassy Jonnie.
I wish she was ours.

The door opened to her muttering. The words blended together to become one continuous multisyllable word. And then she marched into the hallway. Stark naked. Breasts jiggling, hips swaying, and more beautiful than a wet dream. Her compact body was covered in tanned skin except for the outlines of short shorts and a skimpy tank. Dripping hair sent rivulets running down her chest. He stared, unable to help himself. He probably drooled too. His dick zoomed to attention.
Beautiful Jonnie.

She didn’t splay her hands in front of her gorgeous bareness. No. She parked her hands on her waist and narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you finished staring? I’d like to dry from my shower.”

He tried to speak, but couldn’t form any coherent thought to send to his mouth. His feet carried him closer, her nudity acting like a magnet. Jason moved with him. His fingertips brushed over the curve of shoulder and along the outer fullness of her left tit, following the indentation of her waist then the slope of her hip. Randy leaned in to lick away a droplet of water on her cheek. The smell of her shampoo drew his nose to her neck, and he inhaled the clean, fresh scent. No overpowering perfume, just irresistible woman. “We like you better wet.”

Chapter 4

I’m wet all right.
Jonnalyn’s breath caught in her throat. Randy and Jason were touching her. Not a friendly hug or a teasing tug on her ponytail. Not an accidental grope in their sleep. They caressed her like lovers, sending riots of tingles skittering over her bare skin. Heat spread from the place Randy nuzzled her neck to the spot Jason stroked on her upper thigh, and her damp clit ached for their attention. Warm lips trailing a line of feathery kisses on her jaw made her vagina contract. A moan escaped.

“Are you wet everywhere, Jonnie?” Jason’s hand eased upward an inch at a time, his murmur sounding desperate. Wishful thinking on her part? “I want to touch you, honey. All over. Do you want me to stop?”