The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“Jay-ace, are you done in the shower?”
Speak of the devil.

“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll be right out.” Foregoing shorts in favor of being prepared for
anything
, he turned the knob and opened the door.

“I believe you owe me one ‘anything I want.’ I’m ready to claim it.” She crooked her finger at him. “To the bedroom, mister.”

He followed her, pausing at the doorway when he saw Randy reclining on the bed, wearing nothing but a huge grin. Evidently, he was in on the secret. Scanning the room as he entered, Jason noticed a new tube of K-Y and a couple of sex toys on the nightstand—a strap-on dildo and a button vibrator.
She doesn’t think we’re kinky enough?

She tossed the lube to Randy. “We’re going to try something new tonight, Jase. I want to watch you guys fuck each other. And when you’re almost ready to explode, I get a turn.”

Jason’s cock went from half-hard to fully erect. “Are you going to play with yourself while you watch? Because that would be so fucking hot. I’ll probably cream the bed before you get to screw my ass.”

“Then you’ll have to make yourself hard again, won’t you? Or better yet, you don’t come until I say you can.” She swatted his bare butt.

The slight sting sent a jolt to his balls. “Shit, you do that again and I’ll shoot my load standing here.”

Randy laughed as he greased his dick. “He likes it rough sometimes, Jonnie.”

Her smile widened. “Really? And he’s such a nice boy. Bend over the side of the bed, Jase. And, no, I’m not going to spank you.”

Moving to the bed, Jason leaned over and wiggled his ass at her. “You’re welcome to whenever you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She stripped off her tank top and shorts. Her panties landed on top of the pile. “Get him ready, Randy.”

Randy climbed off the bed, a squeeze of lube on his fingers. The cool gel slicked along Jason’s crease, making his muscles shudder. His lover toyed with the tight hole as Jonnie stepped into the dildo’s harness in his peripheral vision. Then she tucked the button vibe into position. Man, but she looked hot with a cock above her pussy.

A rounded bulb pressed into his rectum, stretching him to accommodate the girth.
The head of Randy’s big prick.
How many weeks had passed since they’d last made love like this? They’d agreed that until they took their shot with Jonnie, fucking without her felt wrong.

A palm smoothed over his back. “Damn, I’ve missed you, Jase. Slow or fast?”

Glancing at Jonnie, Jason waited for her reaction. Her eyes darkened and her hands cradled her tits. She nodded at him, seeming to give him permission to pursue his pleasure. Watching her pluck at her rosy nipples brought him a great deal of it. “Slow. I want to last long enough to get fucked by our girl.”

Randy pushed deep then eased out a little at a time, gliding over Jason’s sweet spot. “I want you in me while she does you.”

Jonnie moaned. “God, I love watching you and listening to you. Three more strokes and it’s my turn.”

Grinding himself against Randy, Jason savored the pressure on his prostate and winked at Jonnie when she tweaked her perky nubs. “That’s one.”

Randy pulled most of the way out. “Two.” He shoved fast and hard, sending shockwaves through Jason’s nuts. A repeat of the action had them both groaning. “And three. Come and get him, honey.”

* * * *

That single invitation was all Jonnie needed. She took Randy’s place as soon as he stepped from behind Jason. A quick adjustment had Randy at the front of the line. He handed Jason the lube and reached for the remote to her vibrator.

“Variable speed.” Randy grinned at her over his shoulder. “You can watch in the closet mirror from here.”

A glance to the right reflected the three of them lined up front to back. She slid the dildo up and down between Jason’s butt cheeks while he spread K-Y on his erection. Every reproductive organ in her body contracted. “Ready, boys?”

“Hell, yeah.” He guided himself to Randy’s ass, his dick disappearing as he pushed forward. “Give it to me, sweetheart.”

She grasped the dildo to steady it and rocked her hips. His channel swallowed the whole shaft, gripping it when she eased back.

A sudden vibration zinged through her cunt, and Randy’s reflection held the remote in one hand while his other slowly pumped his prick. “I bet if I set the dial on high, Jase will feel it too.”

Fluid gushed from her pussy, drenching her inner thighs. She rammed forward, forcing Jason deeper into Randy and setting off a round of moans. “Go for it.”

Sensation flooded her clitoris as she pounded into her lover. With each thrust, Randy sprang back. His fist jerked up and down his swollen rod, sending a stream of cum shooting onto the sheets. His growl almost drowned out Jason’s yell as he arched against her and stiffened. Spirals of energy raced through her veins, and wave after wave of orgasm assaulted her, her throat burning with a hoarse cry.

She collapsed on Jason’s back, trembling even after the buzzing against her sensitive spot ceased. They landed in a heap on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. Her men caressed her skin and kissed her face.

Closing her eyes, she smiled. “Remind me to stock up on lube and batteries.”

Chapter 7

Waiting by the window, Jonnalyn watched for Randy’s cue to turn on the kitchen faucet. His arm came up with a wave after he spent several minutes puttering with the pipes connecting the well to the indoor plumbing. She hurried to the sink. He’d told her to expect some rust and sediment at first, and when she turned on the water, it ran clear for about three seconds before crud sputtered in the sink. She left the tap fully open while she returned to the window to give him a thumbs-up signal. Seeing his beckoning gesture, she went outside.

“How’s the pressure, Jonnie?” He wiped his muddy hands on the legs of his jeans.

“Too high.” Glancing to a shirtless Jason working at the rig, she sighed. “I need to be naked with my guys. Water pressure seems fine though.”

His chuckle and grin triggered a gush of moisture to her panties. “We can leave the water running while we take care of that pressure problem.”

“Hey, Jase, I need you upstairs!” She stared at his amazing pecs as he crossed to her and Randy. Reaching for a hand of each man, she started to drag them toward the house when a dusty cloud rose from her driveway, led by a green and white pickup. “Great. Just what I need—a visit from the water thief.”

Randy’s brows lowered, and his lips turned downward. He probably thought she’d make a scene. Of course, he knew her temper well enough to know she wasn’t about to keep her mouth shut. But he didn’t say a word. Neither did Jason.

The truck stopped next to her car, its driver exiting and walking toward her. His perfectly cut blond hair and slick smile screamed egocentric womanizer. He stuck out his hand as if he expected her to shake it, the snake in the sod. “You must be Jonna-lyn Puh-teet. Carson Mathers. I’m your neighbor.”

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she almost growled. “Pet-it, not petite. And that’s
Doctor
.”

“Sorry about that. I’m usually pretty good with name pronunciations.” Mathers extended his hand to Randy. “Good to see again, Atlas. Delian. The new irrigation system works great. I’ve already recommended you to a couple friends of mine.”

Again? Irrigation system? Recommended?
All the blood drained from her brain, leaving her lightheaded. “No. No fucking way.” She turned her attention to Randy and Jason. Their lips were pressed tightly together, and they wouldn’t meet her gaze. Her heart dropped to her feet. “You put in this…this…water hog’s wells? And you didn’t tell me?”

They nodded in unison, not even trying to defend their actions—not that they could.

Mathers grunted. “Now, hey, little lady. Who’re—”

“I’m no
little lady
, you pig. I want you off my property right now!” Facing the men who’d betrayed her, she swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Take your stuff and go. I’ll mail you a check for the new well tomorrow morning.” Hell, she’d take out a loan if she had to, any possible way not to owe them a damn thing.

“I told you we’re footing the bill, Jonnie.” Randy’s stiff tone ripped another hole in her soul.

“And now I know why. No thanks.”

“Jonnie—” Jason reached toward her, but she stepped away.

“No.” With her head held high and her spine straight, she walked to the house, pausing at the garden gnome in her flowerbed for the spare key. She closed and locked the back door behind her when she entered, every ounce of effort in her body going into holding her broken heart together.

An engine revved, followed by a second. She waited until quiet descended before she looked out the window. Her yard was an irreparable mess, but she didn’t give a damn. It matched the shredded remains of her friendship and forty-eight-hour affair with Jason Delian and Randy Atlas.

* * * *

“We should’ve told her.” Jason slowed the truck as they neared the four-way stop, knowing the ache in his stomach wouldn’t go away anytime soon. “We
should’ve
told her.”

“You think so?” Randy combed his fingers through his hair and let out a breathy sigh.

Ignoring the sarcasm, Jason focused on the road. “Did you see the look in her eyes? She wasn’t just pissed—she was hurt. She doesn’t trust us anymore.”

“Look, can we not talk about it? It’ll be bad enough going home and smelling her on the sheets and seeing her stuff on the bathroom counter. I don’t want to fight with you, too.”

Jason turned left, heading for their rental.
Fight?
She hadn’t given them the opportunity to fight. For the first time since they’d met her, she’d walked away instead arguing. Well, maybe he wanted to have a knockdown, drag-out brawl. She’d slug him in the arm, and he’d kiss the breath right out of her.

Why couldn’t they fight with her? Or better yet…He pulled to the side of the road. “I think we should go back. Why the hell should we give her up without a fight?”

Randy chewed on his lower lip as if considering the question.

“We can’t apologize and explain if we turn tail and slink back home, can we? We need to fix this.” Jason took Randy’s hand in his and squeezed. “As much as I love you, we need her too.”

Randy nodded. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

“No, what’s the
goal
? What do we want from our relationship with her in the long term?”

“That’s easy. I want to spend the rest of my life with both of you.”

“How do we do that?” Jason grinned as a solution to the problem formed in his mind. “I think we should go home, pack a couple suitcases, and move in with her. Isn’t that what we’ve hoped for all along?”

“Yeah, but she won’t exactly let us in the door.”

“I made a copy of her key about six months ago. She hardly ever remembers to put the spare under the gnome, and I didn’t want her to get locked out.”

Randy’s brow furrowed. “Are you thinking we should sneak into the house in the middle of the night? She might come after us with those spiders of hers.”

Jason swallowed a laugh. “You know they’re not poisonous, right? And we’re going back as soon as we’re done packing. She needs a little while to cool down before she’ll be ready to listen. Some Chinese takeout couldn’t hurt, either.”

* * * *

Scowling at the pale yellow paint in the can, Jonnalyn grabbed a stir stick and swirled it back and forth in the thick latex. Red or black would’ve suited her mood much better than the sunny color. Her best friends—her
lovers
—had purposely deceived her. The men she would’ve trusted with her life an hour ago. The men she loved.
Get over it.
Their actions certainly proved they cared more about money than her feelings.

She swiped a brush over the stick, set it aside, then poured some paint into the pan. With Randy and Jason out of the picture, she might actually finish painting before the fall semester started. Lifting the pan to the shelf on the ladder, she bent over to pick up the clean roller.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Go away!” Whoever was at the door, she didn’t want any. She started up the ladder.

More knocking.

“I said go away!” Climbing another step, she growled low in her throat.

“I brought a check to cover the cost of your new well.” She jerked around to see Carson Mathers’s face peering in the open laundry room window.

“You! I told you to get off my property, you worm!” The ladder jiggled as she stomped back down the rungs.

“I understand why you’re angry. Randy and Jason warned me—”

“I’m not angry! I’m pissed off! And I don’t want to hear those snakes’ names out of your mouth or anyone else’s!”

“Why are you mad—sorry,
pissed off
—at them? They convinced me three wells were sufficient when I wanted six.”

“I don’t give a damn if they put in one.” One. Three. Six. The number didn’t matter. Jason and Randy had lied to her. She hung the roller on the metal locking latch of the ladder with a snap of her wrist and strode toward the window.