The Nanny's Unplanned Marriage (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

He pulled his tredellabina closer and ran a soothing hand up Kaydin’s spine. He didn’t want to worry the man by showing how nervous he was feeling as well, but he didn’t want to lie either.

“I suppose only time will tell.”

* * * *

Serena tapped the space behind her right ear for the millionth time since boarding the transport three days ago. She’d never had a language translator inserted before and it was taking a lot of getting used to. It hadn’t helped that the technology wasn’t working correctly.

At the time it had seemed wise to limit her expenses. She was throwing nearly everything she had into this new adventure. If it didn’t work the way she hoped, she at least wanted enough money to find her way back to Earth. Of course now that the translator seemed to only translate every second word she was very much regretting her decision.

“What…hmjbutkl…you like…ghretn bjhy?”

Considering that she was standing in line at the cafeteria she assumed that the question was “What would you like to order?” At least she hoped that’s what the server had asked her, because pointing to the thing that looked like lasagna and asking for a small serving would probably be very rude if the woman had asked her how her day was.

Fortunately, the server smiled, grabbed a plate, piled it high despite her request for a small serving, and handed it over the counter. Serena almost blanched at the cost when she got to the pay area, but paid it anyway. At least this would be her last meal on the transport. In a few hours they would land on the planet where her first assignment as a nanny would begin.

When she’d made the decision she’d been so excited. Now, all she could think about was how different her life was about to become. She wasn’t even sure why she’d chosen such a dramatic change. Well, she did have an inkling as to why she’d reacted so out of character, but she refused to waste any more energy thinking about her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend.

But even that determination didn’t quell the butterflies beating frantic wings in her stomach.

She forced the food down, unwilling to leave anything she’d just paid good money for, but then started to worry she wouldn’t be able to keep it in her nervous stomach. Annoyed at the anxiety that just seemed to grow exponentially each moment, Serena closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. She needed this. She needed the change, and she especially needed to be pushed out of the comfortable, but not entirely happy, rut that she’d gotten herself into on Earth.

“The…juhgy…jbik…be landing…jikswejbj. Please…geehjyki…to disembark.”
The disembodied voice was hopefully advising that she should prepare to disembark. If she was supposed to be already packed she was in a whole heap of trouble.

* * * *

Kaydin shivered in Jerrod’s embrace.

“Hey,” Jerrod said, lifting Kaydin’s chin so that he could look into his eyes. “What was that about?”

Kaydin closed his eyes and felt a blush creep across his cheeks. “Sorry,” he said on a hoarse whisper, “I was just thinking about what should happen next.” He opened his eyes and searched Jerrod’s worriedly. “You said that Cindy Richards fainted at her first mubellabina claiming ceremony. What if our mubella is equally overwhelmed?”

Jerrod smiled. “Then we will deal with that when it happens.”

Kaydin dragged in a deep breath. He was usually more composed, but they’d been dreaming about having a family for so long that now it was here it felt too good to be true. He really wanted to ask what would happen if their mubella didn’t like them, but it felt almost like he was cursing the future by saying the words out loud.

“Sir,” one of Jerrod’s fellow guards said as he stuck his head in the room, “we just received word that the ship from Earth has landed. Your mubella will be escorted to the preparation room and somebody will come to get you shortly after.”

“Thanks, Ewin,” Jerrod said, dropping the formality. He only insisted that his team use correct titles while on duty. Outside of their work, he considered his teammates good friends. So did Kaydin.

Ewin seemed to study Kaydin’s tense body language. “You probably have enough time to work off a bit of that tension.” And then because Ewin and his partner knew Jerrod and Kaydin pretty well he added, “I could organize for a small audience, if you wish.”

“Thanks,” Jerrod said, “but I think we might spend some time together first.”

Kaydin felt a bizarre mixture of tension and relief. Desconians were a very sensual people and often indulged their voyeuristic tendencies. As much as Kaydin would enjoy the relief of a hot and fast orgasm, right now he just wanted to spend time with the man he loved.

But Jerrod seemed to have other ideas. As soon as Ewin left the room, Jerrod lifted Kaydin off the ground, carried him to the oversized sofa, and encouraged him to lie back. Already, Kaydin could feel his cock pressed hard against his formal clothing. He sighed with excitement and relief when Jerrod undid the fastenings and wrapped his hand around his aching shaft.

“What I really want to do,” Jerrod said as he squeezed Kaydin’s cock quite hard, “is roll you over and spank your ass and then fuck you into next week.” Kaydin couldn’t hold back the moan. Jerrod grinned, leaned over, and licked the bead of pre-cum off his cock. “But since we have limited time…”

Kaydin’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Jerrod’s suction was exquisite. It didn’t matter that they’d been together for many years, or that they’d done this countless times. Every single time Jerrod wrapped his lips around Kaydin’s cock he wanted to explode.

Jerrod palmed his balls, caressing them gently as he took Kaydin’s cock deep into his throat and swallowed. Unable to control his reaction, Kaydin grasped his lover’s head, holding him to his cock, trying to thrust up into his mouth. But Jerrod was ready for him, pressing him down, stopping his frantic movements, the heady sensation of being trapped and at his man’s mercy tipping Kaydin that much closer to bursting.

It was the hum that did him in. Jerrod swallowed around him, his tongue and throat caressing his cock and enveloping him in wet warmth. His sensual moan and hum of appreciation sent vibrations up and down Kaydin’s spine until he could no longer hold back. Crying out his relief, Kaydin filled Jerrod’s mouth with his cum, moaning again and again as Jerrod suckled his softening flesh, cleaning up every drop of his seed.

Barely able to breathe, Kaydin dragged Jerrod over the top of him, fusing their mouths together in a frantic kiss. “I love you,” he whispered over and over as he peppered his lover’s face with soft kisses.

“I know,” Jerrod said with a soft laugh. “And I love you, too.”

* * * *

Serena wasn’t quite sure what was going on. She’d expected some sort of interview or briefing or meeting of sorts, but what she’d gotten instead was a visit to what seemed to be a beauty salon. When the women insisted that she step into a tub of red liquid that looked like some sort of disinfectant, she wondered if this was maybe a kind of delousing. She’d never been off-planet before, but she supposed it was probably a necessary step to ensure that she didn’t bring any unexpected microscopic little critters with her. She went to dip her head under the water but a surprisingly strong grip in her hair dragged her face back up.

“No…jhedn…permanent.”

“Oh,” she said, not really understanding the warning thanks to her cheap-ass faulty translator.

The women around her urged her out of the tub a moment later, and as she stepped out she was surprised to notice every hair on her body had been removed. The urge to clap her hand over her suddenly bald pussy was near overwhelming, but two of the women grasped her hands and led her to a type of massage bench. They arranged her facedown on the padded mattress and then left the room.

Surprised to be left alone, Serena was still deciding whether to get up and look around or stay where they’d left her when the door opened and two people came in—men, judging by the footwear that she could see.

“Stekal...beautiful…seera,” one of the men said as he stepped closer to the table. “Heedonal si doe…honor and a privilege…mubella.”

She wanted to ask what they meant by honor and privilege, but in the last few moments it had finally occurred to her that she may not be given a position as nanny simply because she couldn’t understand the damn language. She’d spent nearly every cent she had—except for her passage home—so ending up jobless now was certainly not an option.

She nodded her head without actually lifting it from the hole in the table and hoped that her response was appropriate. If she could just muddle through the first few weeks as a nanny, she’d spend her first paycheck on getting the stupid translator fixed.

The men seemed satisfied by her response, so she took a fortifying breath and tried to relax—a situation that proved nearly impossible when the two of them started smoothing a sweet-smelling lotion all over her skin. She’d never had a massage before, and despite the fact that she was probably sporting a full-body blush, relaxed under their competent touches.

She squeaked in surprise when thick fingers dipped between the cheeks of her ass, but she managed to hold still as the man massaged copious amounts of lotion over the sensitive skin. Embarrassment flared anew when they urged her to roll onto her back, but the firm touch and warm hands all over her body quickly distracted her with more carnal thoughts. She moaned before she could stop herself, barely even realizing the sound came from her own mouth until the taller of the two men leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He smiled warmly, touched her face with just the tips of his fingers, and went back to work.

After the attention they’d given to her ass, she wasn’t really surprised when they urged her to open her legs and began massaging the lotion into her mound, around her clit, and then lower. Every inch of her tingled as they very thoroughly coated her pussy inside and out. Their touch was gentle, almost loving, but she had to wonder if this process varied from a usual massage on this planet. Was this part of the new culture she’d decided to embrace? If she hadn’t been on the verge of begging them to keep going until she screamed in orgasm, she might have even been a little unnerved by the whole process.

But then everything stopped. She opened her eyes to find both men smiling down at her. They were both quite tall, from what she could tell in her lying-down position, but that was where the similarity ended. The shorter of the two men was a slightly thinner build, but it was obvious that he exercised regularly and took care of himself. His hair was a red-gold color and his eyes a deep hazel brown.

The taller man had bright blue eyes and definitely reset the bar for Serena’s idea of tall, dark, and handsome, but if someone had asked her to choose at that moment, a greedy voice inside her said “both.”

Serena finally realized she was looking at these men—these professional masseuses or maybe even medical staff—and dreaming romantic thoughts. This was obviously their job. They probably did this for every off-worlder who stepped foot on their planet. Sheesh. She had no business thinking that way about anyone. Hadn’t she been hurt enough by the last guy she’d thought she’d loved?

The tears in her eyes took her by surprise, but it was the men’s reaction that kept them flowing. The words they asked were completely jumbled by the translator, but considering their concerned expressions she assumed they asked if she was all right. The trouble was that when she nodded in a “yes, I’m fine” gesture, the tears flowed even faster.

Serena somehow found herself cradled against the tall man’s chest as he carried her over to a seat, sat down, and rocked her like a frightened child. The fact that she was naked and more turned on than any time she could remember in her whole three-year relationship with her ex just made the whole situation even more bizarre. Both men spoke constantly in soothing-sounding words, but not being able to understand them just made her more miserable.

Unable to hold back the emotional storm that had been brewing since
that
night, Serena let herself go and fell into the abyss of misery.

* * * *

Jerrod held their woman close and wondered if this was the best way to treat a crying human female. He was trying to set aside for the moment that she was naked and hopefully understand why she was upset. It was obviously a big decision to move to a different planet, culture, and lifestyle, but after the fiasco that had followed the first human bride’s arrival the Desconian government had sent a delegation to Earth to screen the women before letting them emigrate to their planet.

Judging by the crying woman in his arms, the screening process seemed to have a few holes.

“I’m sorry,” the woman said as she cried even harder. She tucked her head under his chin, muffling her sobs against his shirt. Kaydin sat beside them and pulled her legs into his lap. He caressed her feet and calves, gently easing the tension from her body as the woman finally cried herself out.

After several minutes of complete quiet, the woman made a hiccupping noise and dragged in a deep faltering breath. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again, obviously embarrassed by her emotional meltdown.

“That’s okay, little one,” he said, brushing the hair away from her face. Even red and blotchy from crying, their mubella was beautiful. “Do you feel better now?”