Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3)

by Annalise Wells

  My mind swirls with everything that has gone on this evening. I had been with Joseph when Ty called. I could see why both Shona and Cally were attracted to their guys. There was never a dull moment. And tonight, damn! I was buzzing. I have never experienced anything like that in my life.

  I hear the doctor telling Joseph and Cally that Ty had to rest so they should head off for the evening. There was nothing they could do, and he was stable. It was a bad situation, and we were in the hospital, but my eyes were drawn to the girl who had just walked in.

  Damn, she is hot.

  I like Joseph, but fuck, I would love to get into her pants.

  We head off back to the club. It is much better than Tina’s place which is quickly going downhill. The John’s are becoming just regular guys, and they are shoving dollar bills in our suspenders rather than bunches fifties or hundreds.

  Shona unlocks the front doors of the club and lets us in.

  “We are closing early for the evening,” she says.

  “It is probably for the best,” Joseph replies.

  “Who is this?” Shona asks as she gestures to Bell.

  “This is Bell, she has been undercover for Ty and me in a bike gang,” Joseph explains.

  Ah, so you know her well, Mr. Rochford? Actually, he is my Wet Wednesday guy. Comes in on Wednesdays and makes me extremely wet.

  “And you, young girl, what the fuck was all that about?” Shona asks me.

  “It is quiet at Tina’s, and I was out with Joseph, so I came to help,” I reply in truth. She’s pissed at me for sure.

  “It was fucking dangerous; you know that?” Shona says, with wide eyes.

  “I know, but both you and Cally have been good to me, it was the least I could do,” I answer.

  “Well you stink like a hobo, and Bell you look mighty dusty. You should both get cleaned up,” Shona says, hands on her hips.

  Shona shows us to the pool rooms. They look fantastic.

  Damn, I wish Tina’s was like this.

  “I will leave you to it, there is no rush, enjoy yourselves,” Shona says as she leaves the pool area. Her long braid bounces as she walks off. I love Shona, she has always cared about her girls.

  I walk around; there is a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, and some small baths. These have been made for two people because the faucets are on the side and not one end. I run my fingers over the bath, the creamy white porcelain is smooth under my touch.

  “You want a bath?” I ask Bell.

  “I sure do, I have not had one in God knows how long,” she replies excitedly.

  I turn on the faucet and start to fill the bath with warm water.

  “Let me help you with that jacket,” I say to Bell. She smiles and nods a yes to allow it. I step closer and move the leather jacket. I drop it on the floor.

  “Nice long hair you have,” I say.

  “Thanks, yours is cool, I like the color,” Bell replies. I feel an immediate chemistry with her.

  “The punters like the sort of kinky look and the dirty blonde makes me look cheekier,” I reply, feeling my body want her.

  “Just the type of girl that is appealing to another woman,” Bell says as she takes hold of my lacy top.

  God, I want to get into her pants, and I have the distinct impression she is thinking the same thing.

  I raise my arms over my head as Bell lifts my low-cut top. My achingly swollen breasts push against Bell. I take hold of her sweatshirt and slip it from her. I bite my lip and raise my hands. The honey soft touch of her voluptuous breasts makes me tingle as I rub the hardening tips of my nipples against hers.

  Bell gazes into my blue eyes and rubs her fingers over my plaited hair. Her hand slides behind my head as she pulls me in close. Our tongues touch and swirl. I can taste the sweetness of her cinnamon tongue. Our lips lock as I drive my tongue inside her mouth. Our breasts are pushing themselves together, like magnets.

  My hands drop, and I take hold of the zipper on Bell’s jeans. I tug it down and slide my hand inside to feel her mound under her panties. My fingers wander over the opening. She sighs in delight as she continues to pull my head in close. I feel my nipples bud into erections, as they push against her dark nipples.

  “I love a good cock, but you can’t beat the touch of a woman,” I coo.

  “Mmm, tell me about it, fuck you’re so nice,” Bell says, her hand on my ass.

  I pull at the waist on Bell’s jeans, and they drop to the floor. She rolls off her cherry panties and I slide my fingers through and into her wetness. She arches her back in acceptance, and I drive my fingers deeper inside her. I am slow and seductive kissing her mouth as I go. The soft, fuzzy warmth of her wet cunt grips my fingers as I get wet from her kisses.

  Bell fumbles with the zipper on my skirt. I feel it loosen as she pulls it over the soft skin of my ass. Her fingers run across my shaven mound and slide to the deeper heat within me. My juices are flowing as our naked bodies become entwined.

  “In the bath,” I say, letting out a moan.

  Bell steps into the bath and sits. I step in and sit in between her legs facing away from her. The water surrounds us like a wet sunshine, warming us more. I feel her heavy breasts as they push on the flat of my back. Bell reaches around with her hand and slides her fingers back into my wet cunt. I push my head back and lose my breath, wanting her more.

  The hot water floods against our bodies. Perspiration is forming on my brow. Bells places her want in her fingers, directing them perfectly into my aching pussy. Her hand is slamming against my body as she frigs me and I let go.

  Water sloshes around the bath. It flies to the floor as I buck under Bell’s seductive touch. My hips are gyrating as she thrusts harder against my body making me want to cum. Desperately wanting it.

  I feel myself getting closer. My head rests on Bell’s shoulder. She nibbles on my ear and makes me feel sexy. I close my eyes and grab the side of the tub as I feel the sensations rise up. I rock my hips back and forth. Bell’s fingers are pushing hard and with gusto into my arousal.

  I reach between my legs, and my fingers finds Bell’s inner thigh. I stroke her soft skin as my fingers move closer to the juncture of her thighs. I slide my finger between her velvety lips and find her budding clit behind me. I rub hard against her nub. She nibbles my ear and thrusts her fingers harder inside as I groan. She is good at knowing what I need.

  The water sloshes as the faucet pours hot water into the bath. My firm breasts are covered in perspiration as Bell pinches my hard tips with her other hand. She moans as I finger her, and I moan wanting her.

  My finger rubs out of her and then over Bell’s most sensitive spot. She bucks wildly beneath me. My body arches in unspeakable ecstasy as she pleasures my gripping cunt.

  My body moves against her, I slither and writhe as I rub her aching clit. Our bodies move together simultaneously. I feel the heat swelling up inside me. The water is overflowing onto the floor. The mosaic tiles flooded by water filled with our want for each other. Bell's body thrashes beneath me as she whispers in my ear.

  “Shit, I am close to cumming,” she murmurs.

  “Me too, fuck me harder,” I cry.

  My fingers thunder against Bell’s throbbing clit. Her orgasmic cries are bellowing into my ear. Her strokes increase as she drives me toward my near-completion.

  “Oh, fuck, Stacey,” Bell yells.

  “Cum with me,” I say.

  We both thrust our fingers harder and faster. My body is convulsing in a chain of spasms. My head bows forward as I quiver, the eruption of the dazzling undulations sweeping through my body.

  Bell cry’s out as my finger frantically rubs at her swollen clit. Her body is nearing her final moment. She squeezes my erect tit; her fingers dig into my soft, silky flesh. Her body is exploding into a million shards of ecstasy just as mine is. Our bodies cum together. Our final glorious moment shared as one in a lesbian frenzy of want.

  Bell rests her head on my back as she gasps for breath. My body is slowl
y recovering from the rhythmic pulsations of the dizzying explosion. I grab the side of the tub and step to the floor. I turn off the taps.

  The water is sloshing under my feet. I pass my hand to Bell and help her step from the tub. Our soaking bodies glisten in the light. I take hold of Bell’s fingers and lead her to the wall. We grab hold of a fluffy bathrobe and wrap ourselves tightly.

  I lean to Bell and give her one last passionate kiss on the lips.

  “We should do this again,” I say.

  “Maybe we should,” she replies smiling at me.

  We walk from the pool room and can see everyone sitting and talking in the office. We walk inside and sit on the couch.

  “Have you had a chance to become acquainted with each other?” Joseph asks.

  I look into Bell’s dark eyes and smile, “We hardly said a word.”

  Bell tries to keep her composure. I feel amazing with a capital, “A.”

  “Decisions are a part of life, I guess.”

  Joseph

  “Sometimes life’s like that.”

  It had been a hell of a day for everyone. More so for Ty because he was the one that was now resting in a hospital getting over the bullet hole in his shoulder.

  “So, what has actually gone on today?” Shona asks still at odds with what occurred.

  “Joseph, do you want to explain, or shall I?” Cally says.

  “Go ahead,” I reply.

  “Well, Bell has been working undercover for Ty, who has been working undercover for Joseph,” she says.

  “Okay, and the reason being?” Shona asks.

  “Well, that I don’t know, why were you undercover in the bike gang?” Cally asks me.

  “Years ago, I was engaged. My fiancé at the time was killed in a store robbery that went wrong,” I explain.

  “And the gang was involved?” Shona asks.

  “No, not this gang, he was from another, but he is known to the Sons of Rebellion. They have located him in Mexico,” I explain.

  “I see, that makes sense why Bell is here now, but what about Simon and Harvey?” Shona asks, still quizzing.

  “Ty was in the police; he used to do deep undercover work. His superior and Harvey, he just found out they framed him,” Cally explains.

  I was amazed how much information she knew. Ty must really trust her.

  “Harvey specifically was the mastermind behind the Kisses tabs, Ty has been staking out all the clubs and bars where the doormen are bent and doing some dealing on the side,” Cally says, trying to get her words in the right order.

  Cally looks toward me. I nod for her to continue.

  “Ty and I were kidnapped. We found out it was Mr. Yang from Tina’s. He had heard of Ty’s plan and was going to help,” Cally continues.

  Cally looks at me and then at the clock on the wall.

  “I would assume by know. All the clubs have new doormen, and the three manufacturing places have been brought to a halt,” she says.

  “As for Simon James, that is down to Joseph,” Cally says.

  “Well Cally, I am amazed you have stuck with Ty through all of this,” I say.

  “He is a big softy underneath.”

  “I will explain Shona and everyone else. I am a fixer. I know we hear of these on the TV and the movies. But I am the fixer for the United States, and a few other countries as well,” I explain.

  “Which other countries?” Stacey asks.

  “All of them,” I reply trying not to sound egotistical.

  “You mean the world?” Stacey asks puzzled.

  “Yes,” I reply.

  “How many people know this about you?” Shona asks.

  “There are four of you here now, so there is one more who knows everything,” I say.

  “Ty?” Cally asks.

  “No, he won’t know until one of you, or I tell him.”

  “Well, who is the other person?” Cally asks, curiously.

  “Shona’s favorite barman,” I say smiling.

  “Conor, you mean all this time he has known and never said anything?” Shona asks.

  “You told me he was trustworthy, and boy is he ever, he has not said a thing.”

  “You were saying about Simon?” Cally asks.

  “I was asked to fix him years ago by an agency, with no names mentioned. It was supposed to be an accident, and he must have somehow escaped from the fire,” I explain.

  “So, he came back for you?” Shona asks.

  “No, that was pure coincidence, he must have seen Beau and thought it was me. He just thought he would take advantage of the situation,” I reply.

  “Hang on a moment,” Cally says.

  “Yeah, what?” I ask feeling my tiredness ensue.

  “Harvey asked Beau and Ty a question that only Ty would know the answers to, but Beau was able to answer. Do you three have a psychic ability or something?” Cally asks.

  “You mean can we read each other’s minds?” I say.

  “Yep, must be some weird fucking triplet stuff,” she says. “Well, how did Beau know the answer to the questions?” Cally asks.

  “It is quite simple really,” I answer.

  “Go on then enlighten us,” says Shona, sipping her hot tea.

  “We tell each other everything!” I reply laughing.

  I look at Beau and smile. He smiles back.

  “It all makes sense now, we have three identical brothers who just happen to be the world’s greatest geniuses; the world’s protector, a lone vigilante, and an unbelievably sexy billionaire. My Manic Monday is the sexy one, of course! Your parents must be so proud,” Shona says.

  I look to Beau from the corner of my eye.

  Please don’t let them ask about our parents.

  Beau jumps up from his desk.

  “Right then, there is not much more we can do here. Who is staying and who is going?” he asks.

  “I am going home, I have had a hell of a day,” Cally says.

  “And you two young girls. You have nowhere to go, is that correct?” I ask.

  “Well Bell could stay with me, but my apartment is barely big enough for me,” Stacey replies.

  “How about we just grab a hotel for the night and sort it all in the morning?”

  “It sounds good to me,” Bell says.

  “I’m game,” Stacey adds, smiling.

  “Come on girls, a nice hotel it is,” I reply.

  We head off downtown and arrive at one of my regular hotels. The Felice. It is not a large hotel, but it is super-comfortable, and the rooms are a good family size. I had never paid much attention to the décor because it was security that I wanted. Each suite had access to the underground garage, so in the case of an emergency, it was possible to get out quickly.

  “Good evening Sir,” the concierge says.

  “High George, is my suite ready?” I ask.

  “It is Sir,” he replies.

  I lead the girls to the elevator. We step inside, and I punch in the code. That was the good thing with this hotel. You never had floor numbers in the elevator. It was a code that was pre-programmed to the floor number. A little Christmas gift from me to the hotel owner.

  “If either of you is in trouble. Get here and punch one, nine, seven, six, six and then you will be safe. It is the same code for the room.

  “How would we know which room it is?” Bell asks.

  “There are small lights over each door, the one that doesn’t work is the room,” I explain.

  We step from the escalator, and as I had explained. The room at the end had a light which was not working.

  “Very fucking sinister,” Stacey says.

  “It makes it safe,” I reply.

  We enter the suite, and I check all the windows. The girls are chatting away on the couch.

  Two women… in the room. Fucken yummy.

  “So, what did you get up to in the bathtub?” I ask.

  Bell and Stacey begin to laugh.

  “That sounds ominous?” I say with a wide grin.
r />   “We got acquainted, put it that way,” Stacey says, now giggling.

  “You said you didn’t say much?”

  “That’s true, actions speak louder than words,” Stacey replies.

  “I see, so you had some one on one action then?” I ask.

  “So, what if we did?” Bell asks seeming assertive, now.

  “Nothing, I was just saying, each to their own,” I say smiling.

  Stacey bites her bottom lip, “Would you have joined us?” she asks, waiting for my reaction.

  “It would have been very tempting,” I reply in truth. My dick is sending me messages, now.

  “Well, we are all alone now?” Bell says.

  “Is that an offer? I ask with a flash of sex appeal in my eyes.

  “It is a one-time offer you would be a fool to refuse,” Bell says, placing her finger in her wet mouth.

  Damn, she has a point. No scrap that, Fuck, what an offer.

  I walk to the couch and hold out my hands. Bell and Stacey grab hold of my fingers. I pull them to their feet and wrap my arms around their shoulders. They smell ‘Turkish Spa good.’

  We walk to the bedroom, and I close the door.

  “I want a soak first,” I say, feeling my shoulders relax at the thought.

  “Want us to join you?” Stacey asks, keener than mustard.

  “Well there is plenty of space,” I reply with a wide grin.

  I open the bathroom door; the large bath hot tub is big enough for four adults. It’s super-sized.

  “Very nice,” Bell says.

  The girls face me. Bell grabs my shirt sweater as Stacey tugs on my belt buckle. This is gonna be a wet, dirty whole lot of fun.

  I raise my arms, and my sweater goes up over my head. I feel like a king, with servants taking charge of me.

  “Ooh,” Bell says. She runs her fingers over my broad chest.

  “I suppose you have seen this already?” Bell asks Stacey.

  “No, this is kinda the first time, we were going to at Tina’s but he was called away,” says Stacey as she lets my pants drop to the floor.

  I feel Stacey’s hand as she slips it inside my shorts and begins to caress my throbbing manhood.

  “Fuck, that’s nice,” I say as she pulls my shorts over my firm buttocks.