Hammer It Home: Powertools, Book 6 (3 page)

“I can practically hear the gears spinning in your mind. Stress isn’t going to help, you know?” Heat combatted some of her chill when Joe’s palms traversed her bare arms. “Your ovulation thingy said the timing is right. The setting is right. The people, the love, the intent—everything about this feels fucking perfect. So relax. Enjoy. That’s all you have to do. No worries. Come on, now. How about this? I love this color on you. So pretty.”

Joe selected the exact ensemble she’d considered. A sign, she thought.

She pivoted in his grasp, wishing she were tall enough to nail him to the wall and kiss the shit out of him. Instead, she settled for wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and encouraging him to bend. She almost forgot about the clothes, the crew and their plans for the evening when they exchanged a fierce yet seductive kiss.

“That’s better.” He nipped her lip before separating them.

“Maybe we should take the edge off before we go?” Morgan squeezed the thick shaft distorting the crotch of his jeans.

“I think I like you a tad desperate.” He cupped her breast in his palm, smirking when she rubbed against his hold like a cat on the corner of a coffee table. “Get dressed. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

It took her less than three to change into the luxurious fabric, then check her hair and makeup. No sense in delaying any longer. Joe whistled when she emerged into their living room. He swooped in for another kiss, not caring that she’d slathered on a layer of gloss.

“Gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” The jacket he held out to her slipped easily over her clothes. “I feel like I’m going to a wedding. It all seems so…pivotal.”

“It is.” Joe kissed her cheek. “I got you something to remember tonight by.”

“What?” She glanced up at him, her eyes widening. “You don’t know yet if it’ll work. Maybe we shouldn’t jinx it.”

“I’m certain.” After fishing in his jacket pocket, he withdrew a tiny velvet box. “I saw it, and I knew you were meant to have it. Tonight is the start of a new era in our lives. I’d like you to wear this, carry something of mine with you.”

A gasp escaped her when he flipped the lid open. A dark purple gem set in swirled silver wire winked up at her in the light from their kitchen chandelier. A thin chain ran through a tiny heart at the top of the pendant.

“The jeweler told me amethyst and moonstone are good luck for women trying to conceive. Balances feminine something or other. Not sure I believe that, but I thought it was pretty and it reminded me of you. Can’t hurt, right?”

“Right.” Tears pooled in her eyes. His genuine and thoughtful surprises always made her day. He couldn’t show her in more ways how much he loved her. She’d never felt so valued in all her life as when he was near.

“Joe, I need you to understand.” She waited until he finished latching the clasp so it held his gift around her neck. “Even if this doesn’t work out. If we never have a child…you are enough for me. You’re more than I have a right to hope for.”

Raising her knuckles to his lips, he dusted soft kisses there before linking their fingers and guiding her from their home. “I want to give you everything.”

“You already have.” She squeezed his hand as he boosted her into the truck, tucked her inside, then shut the door carefully.

They rode to Kayla’s resort in contented silence, their hands joined again as soon as he took his place behind the wheel. By the time they bumped through the woods, along the twisted path that led to the secluded property hosting Kayla and Dave’s house as well as their naturist retreat, stars dotted the sky like glitter set on fire.

She expected Joe to take the fork to the right, which led to the private cabin where their friends lived and most of the crew’s interludes took place. Instead, he veered left. Toward the cute bungalows the crew had recently expanded on in response to the initial success of Kay’s venture.

Several of them hadn’t even opened to guests yet.

Morgan didn’t ask where they were going. She trusted Joe to take her where she needed to be. As long as he was by her side, it didn’t much matter where they ended up. Good thing her faith in him thrived. The truck slowed in the middle of nowhere until they rolled to a stop in the center of the rustic road.

When he removed a strip of black silk from his back pocket, she knew what he expected. Her lashes rested against her cheeks as she closed her eyes, leaning toward her husband.

“Sweet girl.” He fastened the fabric around her head tight enough that she couldn’t peek even if she’d tried to open her eyes, yet loose enough to be comfortable.

“For now.” The hint of naughty she added to her response had the desired effect.

Joe’s voice turned husky. “I like you spicy too.”

The anticipated kiss she craved never arrived. The truck started off down the road. She threw her hand out, searching for the handle on the door or the edge of the seat. Joe’s fingers landed high on her thigh. “I’ve got you.”

“I know.”

“Almost there.” He crooned to her in soft, steady murmurs, never letting her forget he sat by her side. “I see lights now. And there’s the crew. They’re waiting for you.”

“For us.”

“True, for us.” After a quick squeeze, his hand abandoned her leg long enough to unfasten her seatbelt. “Go with Dave. I’m right behind you.”

Before she could respond, the truck door opened. Huge hands engulfed her waist. She floated into their grasp. “You look really nice tonight, Morgan.”

Thank goodness she hadn’t worn a dress with a short skirt or she’d be flashing her ass to the entire forest. Not that the eight people she couldn’t see but knew were there hadn’t gotten an eyeful of every inch of her already. Soon they’d be doing a whole lot more than looking too.

Dave’s boots thudded on what sounded like wooden treads as they ascended together. The new buildings had adorable porches complete with swings. That must be where they were. She hadn’t observed the progress personally, though Joe had told her the crew had decided to take a couple weeks off before starting their next project to help Kay out.

Someone cursed softly. A subtle creak made her sure they’d opened a door for her and Dave. “So sexy, Morgan.”

“Thank you, James.”

“I’m going to set you down.” Dave murmured to her as he lowered her feet to the floor. He braced her shoulders. Scuffles and whispers surrounded her as her friends all assembled as they saw fit. “Joe’s got you now.”

The big man’s hand swapped out for her husband’s familiar grasp. Dotted kisses at her temple had her sighing while he worked the knot on her blindfold loose. A steady white noise piqued her curiosity. What could that be? “Tonight is special. For all of us. We wanted you to know how much. Live in the moment, Mo. Take what we’re giving.”

He whipped the silk from her, letting it slither to the floor unnoticed.

Blinking against the sudden light, she tried to focus. When she did, a sheen of tears immediately turned the flickering candles into glittering sparkles, dazzling her. She reached out. Joe held one hand while Dave collected the other.

“You did all this for me?” The whisper cut through the hush of her eight best friends, who awaited her reaction. Behind the naked, oiled men who stood shoulder to shoulder and their wives—adorned in gossamer togas that hid the bare essentials, proclaiming their intent to sit the festivities out—sheer panels of iridescent fabric draped from exposed wooden rafters.

Zillions of tiny clear lights, like the ones hugging their tree at Christmas, hung behind the soft falls. She felt as though she’d taken up residence in an enchanted snow globe, or maybe a cloud way, way out in some ethereal paradise on the edge of the universe. Romance blossomed in every nook and cranny of the space. Pale silk flowers, warm vanilla candles on wrought-iron stands and the largest canopied bed she’d ever seen were just a few of the details bombarding her senses.

“We did it for both you and Joe.” Kate smiled from her post with a fluffy white towel draped over her forearm. What the heck?

The guys stepped aside, chiseled bodies parting like a fleshy curtain at a beefcake ballet. Behind them, a waterfall trickled from what could have been a loft. A rivulet bounced next to vines that looked as real as the ones Kayla had cultivated in the gardens outside. Maybe they were.

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.