Hammer It Home: Powertools, Book 6

by Rylon, Jayne

  Splashes drew her eye from expertly crafted faux stone to faux stone until droplets rained into an elaborate whirlpool fashioned from river rock on the outside and something natural yet smooth-looking in the basin. A gradual slope led up to the dais supporting the magical indoor pond. Lush greenery surrounded the pool. She suspected the window on the other side would grant glorious views of the lake if it were daytime.

  A fireplace made from the same cut stone chased away any chill emanating from the glass.

  “Whoa.” Nothing more elaborate formed in her mind.

  Awestruck, she allowed Joe to manipulate her, stripping her sweater over her head and freeing her from her lacey bra before she’d recovered. Next he slid her skirt from her hips, then lifted her from the puddle of gorgeous fabric. He swiped her shoes from her feet and patted her bare ass. No need to remove underwear. She hadn’t bothered with panties.

  “Nice touch, Mo.”

  She grinned over her shoulder at her husband. “Glad you approve.”

  “Now run along and play.” A gentle shove inspired her to put one foot in front of the other, heading in the direction of the crew.

  “You’re not joining us?” She paused.

  “Told you.” Mike put his hands on his hips. The motion drew Morgan’s gaze to his stiff cock, which jutted from the shadow of his trimmed hair. “You can catch up. Wouldn’t dare let our girl get a chill waiting for you to undress.”

  The foreman took a few steps forward, extending his arm as though they really were out for a ritzy night on the town instead of embarking on a procreational interlude of sordid proportions.

  “Whatever you’re thinking, I don’t like it,” he hissed. “You got that look. You know the one. Quit it.”

  A laugh bubbled up from somewhere beneath her nerves. It reminded her of the water in the spa and how it seemed to effervesce from an unknown source. “Yes, sir.”

  “That’s better.” He grunted as he led her up the incline then into the water, one step at a time. Miniature waves sloshed against her ankles, then her shins, then her knees. Warm and silky—probably loaded with rejuvenating minerals, if she knew Kayla—the bath felt heavenly. “We figured you might go a little Type A on us, so we decided to help you relax a bit.”

  “So far it’s working.” Tension drained from her muscles as she settled into the seat he directed her to. Water flowed around her shoulders, encouraging her to lean her head back against the contour of the tub, which provided a perfect rest.

  “Good.” Mike sat next to her. He massaged her hand then her arm until her eyelids fluttered closed. It shouldn’t have surprised her when someone took up a similar exploration on her opposite side. Soon after, a third pair of sure fingers cupped her foot, kneading the pad beneath her toes.

  She couldn’t help but moan.

  Finally a fourth set of hands plucked her other foot from the waves and echoed the caresses. A smile tugged at her mouth. Joe’s quartet of crewmates pampered her.

  “Yeah, lift up one sec. Now lay your head here.” Kayla guided her to a folded towel at the edge of the hot tub.

  Morgan opened her eyes, reassured to see her friend, upside down and above her. The affectionate smile ensured Kayla didn’t begrudge Morgan her indulgence. The women kneeling on either side of Kay grinned too.

  “You’re doing great.” Kate patted her shoulder.

  “And I love your necklace. It suits you.” Devon nodded.

  Morgan wondered if she imagined the heat that seemed to pulse from the pendant where it nestled in the hollow of her collarbones. “Thanks. All Joe, as usual.”

  Further conversation became impossible when Kayla dipped her fingers in the warm water then laid them on Morgan’s cheeks. She began a massage that leeched stress, which Morgan hadn’t realized she’d harbored, from her facial muscles. Kayla’s gift for soothing others impressed her, as always. Masterful, complex motions loosened every last holdout of tension.

  The guys progressed from her extremities to her core, their continuing massage lessons with Kayla evident in their handling. Morgan was glad for their support. Otherwise, she might have drifted away on a swirl of fragrant mist.

  “I think she’s ready.” Kayla spoke low and gently. “The switch is behind you, Joe.”

  “What—?” Morgan didn’t have a chance to finish her question.

  With a low rumble, the pattern of the jets in the tub changed. Where they’d been unfocused and random before, several direct flows added impact to the gentle swirl of fluid. Paired columns of water focused on the muscles flanking her spine. A few more pummeled the cheeks of her ass, digging deep to eliminate any knots. Finally, a burst fluttered over her pussy in a maddening oscillation that aroused her instantly.

  “Ohmigod.”

  “Works as advertised, I guess.” Dave chuckled from her side. He skipped along his path up her left arm to pet her belly a few times.

  “They say having orgasms increases the likelihood of conception.” Mike nibbled on her earlobe. “Have no idea if that’s a fact. Figured we should give it a whirl just to be safe.”

  In unison, each of the men rubbing her limbs advanced, stroking her calves, knees, forearms and elbows. She lifted her head, pleased to find Joe had joined them, and was rewarded with a vision of him rising from the steamy water like Neptune, his hand stroking slow and sure over his generous erection.

  “No peeking.” Kayla draped a washcloth over Morgan’s eyes and returned her head to its reclined position, continuing to heighten the sensual trance the men were working her into. “Don’t you worry. Your guy is right here. He can’t stop staring at you.”

  “Want him.” It didn’t matter to her that the statement sounded a bit like a whine given the erotic luxuries her friends lavished on her.

  “We can make room.” James shifted the angle of her leg. Neil mimicked the motion, splaying her wider, granting the jet more direct access to her swollen pussy.

  Joe braced his hands on her thighs, lighting up her nerve endings with his comforting touch. His torso nudged her legs apart as he settled between them, probably kneeling in the deeper water beyond the ledge her ass rested on.

  His hand glided across her pussy, making her shriek and squirm. The contact poised her on the edge of orgasm, far too soon. “Wow. The current is pronounced. It’s rippling across my hand.”

  “That’s not all it’s doing.” She gritted her teeth.

  “Don’t tense up.” The pads of Kayla’s thumbs prodded Morgan’s jaw until she turned pliant once more.

  “Or fight us.” Mike had progressed to her shoulder. His fingers teased the top swell of her breast. “Feel free to come as often as you like. This isn’t some starvation diet.”

  Kayla’s hand seemed cool in the wake of the flush that raced across Morgan’s cheeks. She couldn’t believe how quickly they’d revved her up. Her ridiculous objections from earlier dissolved in the warm water steeped with the care of her friends. If she could have hugged each and every one of them right then, she would have.

  “Time to get serious, boys,” Devon called out to her mates. They escalated their efforts, walking their fingers up Morgan’s thighs, swirling and teasing as they rubbed her down.

  “You too, Dave,” Kayla encouraged her husband. He matched Mike’s fondling, which grew bolder by the instant.

  Morgan’s abdomen undulated, raising her pussy toward the elusive ripple of the continually evolving current. Just when she thought she’d homed in on it, the spray would change.

  “More?” Joe slipped his hand between her lips until he was on the verge of penetrating her. “Does your pussy need to be filled?”

  She cried out as he fed her the tip of a finger, then two.

  “No worries about that,” Neil rasped from where he now rubbed her ass and hip. “Soon enough you’ll be stuffed. All of us, Morgan. Have you thought about that? Taking four cocks in your pussy in one night?”

  “Five.” Mike’s tone brooked no argument. “Joe will have her last.”
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  “Damn straight he will.” Kate clearly approved, from her dulcet tone. “No matter which of you has the winning swimmer, this child is his. Theirs.”

  “Ours.” Joe and Morgan uttered the promise in unison. She didn’t doubt for one second he meant the entire crew. She had too.

  She squeezed his fingers with her pussy as he insinuated himself more completely within her. Careful to keep his hand low, he allowed the water to continue to caress her clit. Her toes curled.

  “Shit, yes.” Joe called out to his buddies. “She’s close. I can feel her rippling around my hand. Dave, suck on her nipple.”

  The whoosh of the big man sinking below the surface was followed in short order by his mouth applying pressure on the tip of her breast. Mike mimicked the action from his post on her other side. The dual sensation—combined with Joe stroking her from the inside out, James and Neil petting her flanks and Kayla massaging her face—crescendoed until Morgan had no chance at resistance.

  She capitulated to their care, allowing them to cradle her through an orgasm strong enough to burn away the last vestiges of her nerves and replace them with newborn hunger. Mike and Dave broke the surface of the indoor oasis. They dragged mass quantities of oxygen into their lungs. She felt as if they were breathing for her as she gasped and struggled to force enough air into her body to keep her from passing out with the pleasure they’d imparted.

  Joe and Kayla anchored her, keeping her from drowning as her entire body thrashed and spasmed. Mike cupped the nape of her neck to quiet her. His reassurance—in conjunction with the long, loving strokes from the four other guys’ hands, which roved across her body—granted her the serenity to maximize her enjoyment.

  Dave lifted her fingers to press a kiss to her knuckles and tsked. “You’re getting all wrinkly. Time to get out, I think.”

  Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused. Lights flickered in her vision like errant fireflies. Joe kissed her softly before climbing over her. Water sluiced from his lithe frame. The three women nearby rushed to dry him with their plush towels. When they’d done their best, he crouched, arms extended.

  Mike and Dave scooped their hands beneath her. They lifted her to her husband. He plucked her from the whirlpool, then held her out for Dev, Kayla and Kate to care for. Softness enveloped her as they rubbed her down.

  “Next.” Devon winked and moved on to Neil.

  “Go ahead, Joe.” Mike directed traffic. “Make your wife comfortable. We’ll be there in a minute.”

  Chapter Three

  Morgan couldn’t believe how completely the crew had transformed a simple cottage into a fairy-tale hideaway. Everywhere she looked, touched, something delighted her senses. Yards upon yards of eyelet fabric draped from the rafters, making the space around the bed seem like a cocoon spun of seduction, love and wistful dreams.

  Pinned in spots to form a luscious canopy, the airy cloth fluttered in the light breeze circulating through the intimate space, courtesy of the wide-bladed ceiling fan. It spun idly to keep the heat from absconding to the apex of the peaked ceiling. Joe ducked beneath yet more netting, this batch complete with fine silver filaments that coruscated in the glow of the twinkling lights. She trailed her fingers along the gauze as he delivered her to the platform bed.

  “This is…” She had no words.

  “I know.” Joe nuzzled her neck as he settled over her. “When Kayla showed me the design inspiration pictures, I had my doubts she could pull it off. Now, when I see this, it’s far beyond what I had envisioned. She’s going to keep it staged. A honeymoon suite for the resort.”

  “Think we could get married a few dozen times?” she sighed.

  “That can probably be arranged.” Joe pressed a kiss to each corner of the smile she hadn’t even realized her mouth had curved into. “I do know the owner pretty well, you know?”

  Morgan giggled. “So I’ve heard.”

  “And there’s so much more yet to come, Mo.” Her husband rubbed their noses together, staring deep into her eyes. “Are you ready? Are you sure?”

  “Absolutely.” She didn’t have a doubt left in her mind or heart. “Are you?”

  “Hundred percent.” He smothered her in a kiss so rich she knew she’d never forget this moment and the connection burning between them. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and returned the fervor of his lips, tongue and teeth.

  Morgan didn’t acknowledge the shifting of the mattress beneath her until someone pried Joe from her clasp.

  “Excuse me. I believe I have this dance.” Mike tapped Joe on the shoulder as though he were part of a naughty tag team.

  Joe licked his lips. He shook his head, clearing the haze generated when they met soul on soul. Later, he mouthed to her while drawing a cross over his heart.

  She blew him a kiss.

  “You’re making me jealous.” Mike issued a mock growl. “I get some of that sugar too, right?”

  “Of course.” Morgan put her arms up and welcomed him into her embrace. Over his shoulder, Joe nodded before he smacked the foreman on the rump.

  Mike didn’t flinch. Instead, he continued to impress himself on her from his toes to his hot and ready cock to his mouth. He laughed between her parted lips. “Yeah, sweetie, that’s all for you tonight.”

  When he’d slowly and thoroughly delved to the far recesses of her mouth, he retreated enough to rasp into her hair. “Do you realize how much I’ve dreamt about taking you like this? All the way? It’ll be our first time with no condom between us. No diaphragm either. What the hell were we thinking?”

  “I don’t know anymore. This feels good.” She ran her hands up his powerful back, enthralled and appreciative of his presence in her life. She’d been ecstatic when her best friend found this man, and now she got to share in the wealth of rapture and security he provided for Kate, as well as the rest of the crew.

  “I’m glad tonight is special for us.” He kissed along her brow line. “I hope I can give you what you wish for. If not, I’m still gonna enjoy the hell out of this opportunity to show you how much I respect you and how lucky I think Joe is to have you. We all are. I’ve hated seeing you both suffer. No more. Only happiness from here on out.”

  All the while, he touched her. Skilled hands roamed her body—down her ribs, over her face, along the sides of her breasts. When he lifted a tiny fraction, putting minimal space between their torsos, she whimpered.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. One second.” He brushed his thumb across her damp mouth as he reached for a couple pillows. “We have to make this count, huh? Gravity will aid and abet these little guys in their escape if we’re not careful to make you a one-way avenue.”

  Someone off to the side snorted when he manhandled his junk. “Classy, babe.”

  “Hey, I am what I am.” Mike tossed a wry grin at his wife. “Haven’t heard any complaints from you before.”

  “Never will.” Kate had curled up in a divine wingback chair. She slung one arm over her full belly and tucked her feet onto the pad by her ass. “I love you, Mike.”

  Morgan tried twice to speak when he propped up her hips then sank so that his cock rode the furrow of her pussy. “Kate.”

  She couldn’t bear it if her friend changed her mind later and decided this had been over the line. They’d been BFFs since they’d hidden beneath their bunk beds with a deck of Go Fish cards and a stash of stale Thin Mints to avoid traipsing through mosquito-infested woods at the Girl Scout camp from hell in seventh grade. Wonder if there was a merit badge that covered helping your best friend get pregnant?

  That was a lot of history to risk.

  Kate leaned forward enough to squeeze Morgan’s hand. “It’s the right thing for us. Enjoy. Tire him out, would you? I haven’t been feeling up to much lately.”

  Morgan laughed. Mike didn’t. She licked the lines of strain bracketing his mouth. “You really are strung tight tonight, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah. Sorry. I worry when she’s not feeling well. And this is a t
on of responsibility. Plus, I’m afraid I’m not going to last that long.” He scrunched his eyes closed for a moment. “It’s been a while. You feel great beneath me. Soft. Hot. The idea of making a baby…another baby… It’s powerful.”

  He adjusted his hips. With his hands tangled in her hair, he attempted to penetrate using just the motion of their pelvises. Newish to each other, they couldn’t quite get lined up right.

  “James, give him a hand.” Devon coached one of her husbands from a similar chair to Kate’s, which sat at the foot of the bed. She must have had one hell of a view despite the three men lounging beyond the tangle of Morgan and Mike’s toes. Dave and Neil each rested their shoulders against a bedpost, while James had been cradled with his back to Neil’s chest. Kayla sighed from her vantage point at Morgan’s right, her thighs splayed over the arms of her matching seat.

  “You two are sexy together.” She whimpered as she drew circles over the damp crotch of her sheer panties.

  Morgan would have responded, except James chose right then to tip forward far enough to insert the head of Mike’s cock into her dripping pussy. All three of them groaned.

  “I’ll try to go slow.” Mike huffed as though he’d sprinted around the resort a few times.

  “Please don’t.” Morgan clutched his shoulders, aware of her nails sinking into the thick pads of muscle there. “I can’t wait either. Been thinking about this for almost two weeks. Damn ovulation cycle.”

  “Tell me about it,” Joe grumbled. “Those months we waited then did it on command a hundred times in a row… I don’t know how gigolos do it. I swear my cock was sore afterward.”

  He stretched out on his side next to the temporary couple, positioning himself so he could peel one of Morgan’s hands from Mike and enfold it in his own. He kissed her palm, then held on tight.

  “Oh, sure. We feel so damn sorry for you.” Kayla kicked him lightly in the ass. “Like you didn’t love every moment.”