Hot, Wet, and Wild

by Berengaria Brown

  “He’s been eating something he shouldn’t,” said Gwyn.

  “How do you know?”

  “He wouldn’t do that, would you, darling?” Parker and Julie spoke together.

  “There was some meat on the ground underneath him. I’ve wrapped it in one of the towels to show the vet,” Gwyn replied.

  “Good thinking,” said Zac, stamping on the accelerator as they reached the main road. The big truck raced forward and ate up the miles, and it wasn’t long before they were pulling in to the vet’s clinic.

  Parker and Zac carried the big dog inside, Julie fussing over him all the way. Parker was no animal expert but the big guy sure didn’t look too good to him. Gwyn followed them with the meat, and the vet tech took it away to test it. “If it’s something very ordinary I’ll be able to tell you pretty soon, otherwise we’ll have to send it away. The doc is used to this type of thing so hopefully the dog will be fine.”

  Gwyn retreated into the vet’s bathroom to clean herself up, and when she came out Parker went in. Apart from that, they paced the floor, or stared at the walls for the next hour.

  Julie came into the waiting room crying. Oh shit!

  Gwyn ran to her and hugged her. Zac and Parker looked at each other then walked across to the two women. He guessed he’d want some sympathy if his animal companion had passed on, so he rubbed Julie’s back soothingly. Finally she hiccupped and said, “He’s going to be okay. The doc said another half hour and it’d have been too late.”

  “Oh that’s wonderful news,” said Gwyn. To Parker, Gwyn looked like she was about to cry too. Parker hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed a box of tissues which he handed to the two women. Julie took a handful and wiped her eyes. Gwyn took one and sniffed a bit.

  About twenty minutes later the vet came out and said a lot of big words. What it boiled down to was, Billy Boy was weak but would be fine in a few days. He was to stay overnight just to be sure. Julie could take him home after ten tomorrow. But she was to check her yard thoroughly for any other baits before she let him outside.

  ****

  “James Parker?” No one called him that. In fact, almost no one even knew Parker wasn’t his only name. Well, he got some mail addressed to Mr. Parker Parker, but no one outside his immediate family knew he was James. He’d been called Parker all his life. When you were James Parker IV, and there was already a James, a Jim, and a Jimmy, unless you were going to be called “Fourth”, “Parker” was the only choice.

  Parker looked up in surprise at the small, dapper man in the dark suit, who was speaking to him.

  “Colin Culpepper. May I have half an hour of your time?”

  “I’m at work.” Well that was kind of obvious since he was sitting at his desk in the manager’s office at the motel, but he was still stunned at being called James.

  “This is a business call.”

  “Okay, sure, come in Mr. Culpepper.”

  “I understand you and your partner Zachary Breen have made an offer for the Yeung property. My client would like to buy it from you. We’re willing to pay you an extra $10,000.”

  “What?” This day was getting weirder and weirder. How did this Culpepper know his name? And why the fuck did he want the house? “No. We want the property and have no intention of selling.”

  “Intentions can change. How about $10,000 extra, plus we pay all the legal costs, transfers of titles and so on.”

  “Why do you want that house?”

  “What does it matter? Isn’t it enough that I’ve offered you an extremely good deal?”

  “No, it’s not enough. I want to know why.”

  “My client is desirous of having a beachfront property. The Yeung property appears to be the only one available.”

  Suddenly a whole lot of things came sharply into focus in Parker’s mind. The trouble with Gwyn’s house and garden. The attempt to frame Zac for theft at the golf club. Even the poisoning of Julie’s dog.

  “Do you know some people called J&J Legal Inc. and Rodney Rowbury?” Parker asked, his gaze fixed to Colin Culpepper’s face.

  A surprised look flickered across the dapper, little man’s face and then was gone. Gotcha! “I’m not interested Mr. Culpepper, and neither with Zac be. I’m also asking you to stay away from Gwyn, the Stevens’, Mrs. Yeung, and in particular from Julie. Did you know someone tried to poison Billy Boy? The vet has the bait that was given to the dog.” Parker stood. “It’s time for you to go now. Please don’t return.”

  The second the man left the room Parker raced to a window overlooking the parking lot. On his cell phone he video-taped the man getting into his car, and tried hard to get a reasonable image of the man’s face, and the car number plate. Then he sent the footage to Gwyn and Zac.

  Gwyn phoned him straight back. “I’m sending it on to Cara. Who knows what’s going on anymore?”

  “Good plan.”

  ****

  That night they talked and talked but couldn’t think of a single reason why anyone would poison a dog, or plant blackberry bushes in someone’s garden, just because they wanted to buy a house.

  “Yes, this is a perfect location, facing the beach. No one can ever steal our view. But they’re small blocks of land. It’s not like you could build a motel or anything here,” said Gwyn.

  “Well, likely you could if you owned all four,” said Zac.

  “I don’t know. It’d be a pretty small motel. Even two stories high there’d likely only be twelve rooms,” said Parker.

  “The golf course owns the land behind your houses, doesn’t it?” said Zac thoughtfully.

  “Yes.”

  “So what if it was the golf course wanting these houses, or even just one beachfront property. They could build something as big as they liked. There’s lots of space before the actual greens start. As long as they had one of the properties they would have direct access to the beach.”

  Parker nodded. Something deep in his gut was telling him this was a possible answer. “Okay, tomorrow we talk to Cara and her team. If it’s the golf course playing dirty here we’re going to need some serious help.”

  “Meanwhile, we need to do something to lighten up and take our minds off our troubles,” said Gwyn, grabbing Zac’s t-shirt and pulling it off over his head, then doing the same to Parker.

  “What did you have in mind?” Zac asked, his voice sounding deep and husky. Parker looked. Yep, Zac’s cock seemed to be trying to break through the zipper on his jeans.

  “We haven’t played a game of ‘Stacks On’ for a long time,” she said with the naughtiest grin on her face. Suddenly Zac wasn’t the only one at dire risk of getting zipper burn. His own dick was straining to get free.

  Carefully Parker unzipped and dropped his pants, holding his aching dick. “I’ll get the condoms and lube,” he said kicking his feet free of his jeans.

  “I guess that means I’ll be on the bottom of the pile,” said Zac, flexing his cock and his thigh muscles. Parker raced into the bedroom for supplies. Damn, Zac was sexy when he did that rippling muscle trick with his thighs.

  Gwyn was bossy tonight. It was she who bent Parker over the table and slid her finger into his ass, she who teased his cock and his ass simultaneously, then played with his balls with one hand while lubing his hole with the other. “Damn, you’ve got wicked hands. Stop, before this is all over before it begins,” he panted, pulling away from her. Gwyn laughed a deep sexy chuckle, but let go of him, dropping a kiss on his cock before he rolled a condom over it.

  Then she went over to Zac where he was sitting on a kitchen chair, watching them, lust written all over his face, and kissed his cock too. Parker thought watching the two of them was almost as erotic as her teasing him.

  Zac spread his legs wider, then held his cock pointing straight up. “Climb aboard,” he said to Parker. Parker straddled the chair and the man, facing Zac, then braced his thigh muscles to lower himself very slowly onto Zac’s cock. Both his muscles and his ass burned a little on the way down, but
it was the good sort of burn, the kind that made his cock grow harder and larger, and a drop of pre-cum form in the eye.

  Finally he was seated on Zac’s lap, Zac’s dick deep in his ass, stretching and filling him. “Oh God that feels good.”

  “Now you, Gwyn,” said Parker, his gaze on her naked breasts bobbing as she circled around the chair holding them both.

  “Oh, but who shall I face today? Shall I face Parker and kiss his soft, sweet lips?” she asked, matching the actions to her words. “Or shall I face Zac and suck his flat little nipples until they stand up?” She did that too.

  She circled the chair again, and again, touching, teasing, kissing, licking, until Parker could stand it no more and grabbed her arm, pulling her against him. Zac grasped her shoulders and lifted her across both his and Parker’s laps. First Parker slapped her butt, then Zac. Then Parker again, a nice firm whack that left a rich pink mark on her ass cheek.

  She rubbed her pussy on his thigh, her cream dampening her skin. “She’s very wet,” he told Zac huskily.

  “Better not waste it then,” replied Zac, slamming his cock up inside Parker.

  Parker groaned and the two men positioned Gwyn on top of Parker, facing Zac. She held Parker’s cock at her cunt then wiggled over it, allowing him to slide in.

  As soon as she was settled, the men wrapped their arms around each other, trapping her tightly between them. Parker was so aroused he knew this was going to be over very fast, and he was certain the others felt the same.

  Both men had their feet on the floor, Parker’s extra height making it possible from his upper position. Using their feet for leverage, and their thigh muscles, they pounded up, Zac into Parker and Parker in Gwyn.

  The room was full of the sound of heavy breathing, and flesh slapping flesh. The scent of sex was thick in the air as they all thrust and pounded. Zac dug his hand into Parker’s shoulders and kissed Gwyn. Gwyn’s cunt rippled around Parker, and hot cum shot into his ass. Gratefully Parker relaxed his control and let his seed race up from his balls and out his cock.

  “Always so good. Every time is better than the last,” he whispered, then kissed Zac’s mouth, and the back of Gwyn’s neck.

  “Damn straight.”

  “Hell yes.”

  Chapter Three

  Lawn chairs and beach umbrellas dotted the grass. A gangling teen-aged boy was throwing a ball to Billy Boy who raced after it, barking like a foghorn, then retrieved it, dropped it at the boy’s feet, and wagged his tail madly while the youth picked it up and threw it again.

  Mr. and Mrs. Stevens sat with Mrs. Yeung, sipping champagne. Zac, wearing a t-shirt that exclaimed “I’m the Boss!”, was poking at foil-wrapped potatoes baking in the grill. Gwyn, Julie, and Drew Yeung’s wife were lying on a rug pretending not to notice Drew’s other son kissing his girlfriend behind some shrubby bushes.

  Parker couldn’t stop smiling. The glass-walled connection between the two houses looked better than he could ever have imagined. His life was better than good, better than perfect. He was finally living with the two people he loved, and thanks to a small group of people he hadn’t even met three months ago, his new happiness was secure and safe. “I can’t thank you enough, Drew. When Zac suggested the golf course could be trying to push us out of our home, it seemed like it was a possible answer. But without your work, and Cara’s, we’d still be wondering what dirty trick they were going to pull next.”

  “Well a lot of it was information you, Zac, and Gwyn had already found out. But it was the picture of the man calling himself Colin Culpepper that really solved the problem. Simon Cottleslow was stupid to involve his own brother-in-law in trying to push my mom out of her house. Not to mention that whole thing with Gwyn’s garden and Zac’s job. That was just insanity on their part,” said Drew.

  “Cottleslow and his helper Sam have been sacked, Zac’s been promoted into Sam’s job as Head Groundsman, and no one will be threatening the beachfront residents anymore,” added Parker.

  “Uh-huh. Happy endings all around. Now, let’s go feed the troops, before that huge mutt tries to eat my son.”

  Parker followed Drew across to the grill. But his heart and thoughts were on Zac, and Gwyn, and just exactly how they’d be celebrating tonight. Oh yeah!

  The End

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