BareBottomGirl

Sarina
Wilde

Greer wants a job that lasts more
than a few months. Working as a housekeeper and nanny should be a no-brainer.
Should
be.

Her first surprise is the two sexy
guys hiring her. The second is discovering that Liam and Chas share a bed and
wouldn’t mind her right in the middle. Watching her hot employers with their
hands on each other is a fantasy come true. Having their hands on her is even
better. But baring all for them means baring a few secrets of her own and
facing fears she hoped she’d left behind.

As the sexual heat accelerates so
do problems outside the bedroom. To forge their own sense of family and a home
for Liam’s son, the three of them must fight off a vicious ex-wife and a sexual
harassment lawsuit that threatens Chas’ career.

Inside Scoop:
Greer joins
this established male/male couple in a sexy and romantic ménage relationship.

A Romantica®
contemporary erotic romance
from
Ellora’s Cave

Liam handed Chas the brandy snifter then swirled the amber
liquid in his own glass, watching the way it coated the inside. Other than the
ticking of the clock on the mantel, the house was blessedly silent.

“Do I look as dazed as I feel?” Liam asked.

Chas swigged rather than sipped the expensive liquor,
nodding briefly before knocking back the rest of the glass and holding it for a
refill. “Does your ex handle Wyatt all by herself?”

Liam shook his head, clinked the decanter against the heavy,
cut crystal and splashed more brandy in Chas’ snifter. After sucking down about
half his share, he refilled his glass yet again.

“Hell, no. Wyatt attends preschool a couple of days a week
while Julie’s doing whatever she does, then there’s a maid and Julie’s parents,
of course.”

Chas leaned back in the leather chair behind his desk. Liam
had set this room aside for him when Chas first began staying the night, a not
so subtle hint that Liam wanted Chas to stay permanently. Liam had his studio
where he did all his work, so he’d been happy to turn the study over to Chas
and his medical books. God, he was happy to turn anything over to Chas. The
last couple of months since he’d moved in permanently had been incredible.

“We’re rational, intelligent, educated men, aren’t we?”

“I believe so,” Liam affirmed.

“So how is it, after one week with a three-year-old, I feel
like flopping onto the floor kicking and screaming?”

Liam chuckled, but took another quick sip of his brandy,
eyeing the decanter and wondering if there was enough for several more refills.
“Wyatt’s very high energy.”

Chas snorted. “You mean as in he sucks all the energy out of
everyone around him?”

Liam set his snifter on the corner of the desk and stepped
behind Chas’ chair. With a smile, he let his hands drop to Chas’ shoulders and
began to massage the tense muscles there.

“Feels like it, I know.”

Chas moved his head from side to side, light glinting off
his golden curls. He needed a haircut again, but Liam wasn’t about to suggest
it. He loved tangling his fingers in Chas’ hair, especially when Chas was deep
throating his cock or sucking on his balls.

“God, Lee, your fingers are magic.”

Liam chuckled darkly. “I could use them a few other places
unless you’re too tired.”

Chas downed the rest of his brandy. “I’m feeling a renewed
burst of energy.” He leaned back a bit, spreading his legs, and the obvious
bulge inside his scrubs made Liam’s body harden. “Check this out.”

“I owe you for this week,” Liam purred. “I’ll even let you
choose what you want.”

Chas turned his head and pressed his lips against Liam’s
hand. “Besides a housekeeper? I can’t imagine anything I’d like better at the
moment than your fingers in my ass and your mouth on my cock.”

Liam stepped back and smiled. “I can handle the last two
things right away.”

He liked doing Chas like this. While he slowly stripped off
Chas’ shirt, kissing the golden skin he bared, Liam left his own clothing in
place. All part of the game, all part of why Chas was it as far as Liam was
concerned.

“Lift your hips,” he ordered, his eyes glued to the front of
those scrubs as he pulled them down. Already hard, Chas’ dick popped out,
curving back toward his stomach. Liam licked his lips. He’d never get enough of
looking at that gorgeous cock with its red mushroom head and thick shaft. Chas’
balls were already high and tight as if it would take very little to make him
come.

“Looks to me like you’re going to have to exercise a little
self-control, Chas.”

His own gorgeous doctor shivered with anticipation.

“Let me have your hands.”

Liam pulled open the desk drawer and came out with two sets
of handcuffs. As he grinned, he cuffed Chas’ wrists to the arms of the chair.

“Just to make sure you don’t touch.”

“Mm, and here I was thinking you were going to call in some
of Louisville’s finest.” Chas’ cock twitched, his gaze focused on Liam
unbuttoning his shirt. Liam knew Chas loved the thick mat of hair on his chest,
loved sucking his nipples, but Liam wasn’t going to let him do that, at least
not until much later. Right now, it was Chas’ turn, and Liam intended to make
him scream. He wanted Chas as breathless as Liam felt every time Chas walked
into the room.

Liam dropped his shirt to the floor, running his hands over
his tight stomach and chest. He rubbed his thumbs over his own nipples to tease
Chas even more, letting out a sigh of pleasure as the nerves tweaked all the
way to his cock.

“Get naked, Liam,” Chas whispered. “Let me look.”

Liam cupped his hand over the bulge in his khaki shorts. “You
want to watch me play?”

Chas nodded so vigorously, Liam laughed again. With a flick,
he unbuttoned his fly and slid the shorts just far enough that the head of his
dick poked out. Rubbing a finger over the drop of pre-cum already pearling at
the end, he whispered, “He’s already weeping for you, Chas. You want to see
more?”

“Yes.” Chas’ voice deepened to a growl.

Liam took a half step away from the desk and let the shorts
fall to the floor. Chas’ widening gaze just made him that much harder. His cock
was long and slender, his sac heavy and as bare as Chas’. Keeping himself just
beyond Chas’ reach, Liam cupped his balls in one hand and used his other to
slowly stroke the satin skin along his shaft and up to the head. His hand moved
up and down, his gaze never leaving Chas’ sexed-up expression. As he stroked
himself, feeling the squeeze along his shaft and into his nuts, he whispered, “You
want this, Chas? Tell me where.”

His lover quivered, licked his lips and rasped, “On me, on
my chest.”

Liam grinned. “Such a great answer. When I make you come on
yourself it will all mix together. Is that what you want?”

Chas whimpered, jacked his hips forward and nodded.

Liam stepped closer, jerking his shaft next to Chas’ face.
As his orgasm boiled, he watched Chas’ reaction, watched the naked lust on his
lover’s face as Liam’s cock swelled, the ache exploding into a thick stream of
cum.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes. Yes. Shit, Liam, suck me. Let me fuck your mouth.”

Liam laughed. “Slow down, Chas. We’re going to do this slow
enough that by the time I’m ready to let you come, I can fuck your ass at the
same time. You want that, don’t you?”

Chas squirmed again. Liam pushed the chair farther from the
desk and knelt in front of him. Bracing his arms on his lover’s thighs, Liam
leaned forward and ran his tongue over Chas’ quivering stomach. After a teasing,
circular foray into his bellybutton, he trailed his tongue and his lips lower
still. Chas gasped as Liam brushed his shaft with his cheek and tried to shift
his hips so his cock would align with Liam’s mouth.

“Not yet. That’s way too fast,” Liam growled. He kissed his
way to Chas’ balls and gently sucked one into his mouth.

“Yes!” Chas hissed. “Stroke me. Please!”

Taking Chas’ hot shaft in the palm of his hand, Liam moved
his hand up and down in a motion matching the suck and release of his mouth on
Chas’ nuts. Hearing and feeling his reaction was having its own effect on Liam.
So much for recovery time, his cock was already swollen and aching, needing to
feel the tight snugness of Chas’ ass, but Liam wouldn’t rush. With his free
hand, he pressed hard on his erection and his testicles, trying to squelch some
of the urgency to come once again. He needed to get to Chas’ ass, needed to
touch, to taste.

“Slide forward and spread your legs,” he ordered. He
released his hold on his lover’s cock and used both hands to spread his ass
cheeks. He stopped, glancing at Chas’ tight expression.

“Do it!” Chas panted.

With slow precision, Liam leaned forward, stuck out his
tongue and ran the stiff, pointed tip over the darker line of Chas’ nut sac,
across his perineum and slowly,
slowly
toward the destination he sought.

“Fuck you, Liam,” Chas snarled. “Quit teasing me!”

Laughter bubbled. Chas pumped his hips, smacking Liam with
his stiff cock.

“Temper, temper, Chas. I’m getting there.”

He fucking loved how impatient Chas got, how hungry he
always was to come. It had been this way between them since the very beginning
and Liam adored making Chas lose it, so that when the good doctor finally
orgasmed it resembled a nuclear explosion.

Eyes narrowed on his destination, Liam leaned forward again
teasing the pucker of Chas’ ass and nearly coming himself as he listened to him
whimper. He was so sensitive, and he really got off on having his hole played
with. Liam laved the opening, circled it and thrust in. Chas relaxed instantly,
letting him penetrate and tease inside. So many nerve endings to tantalize.
Liam slipped a finger up to join his tongue, his own balls going tight and hard
as Chas began to shake.

“I need to come, Liam.” Chas’ voice was little more than a
guttural moan.

Liam slipped his finger deeper and stroked the bump of Chas’
prostate. He leaned back, as much to ease the ache in his own dick as look at
Chas’ expression.

“Just a little longer, baby. You want me fucking you while
you come?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

Liam reached for the handcuff keys with one hand while
keeping his fingers slowly pumping inside Chas’ ass. After releasing his lover’s
hands, Liam eased his fingers out and rose to his feet. He smiled at Chas and
ordered, “Suck me.”

Chas wasted no time getting as much of Liam in his mouth as
he could. Finally, Liam could twine his fingers through those blond curls and
pump his cock inside the wet heat of Chas’ mouth. When his tongue swirled along
the sensitive underside, Liam moaned.

“I’m ready again. Get on the desk. I want to see your face
while I fuck you.”

Chas scrambled, shoving papers and files out of the way,
tipping their snifters onto the carpet, where what few drops remained, drained
into the antique Persian rug. Liam didn’t give a shit. All he could think about
was sliding inside Chas, feeling his muscles clamp down on his cock and driving
himself balls-deep over and over again.

Reaching into the same drawer where he’d gotten the cuffs,
Liam fumbled around until he discovered a squeeze bottle of lube. A generous
squirt on his fingers and he was back in business, rimming and sliding in and
out of the tight little pucker, loosening it and readying Chas to accept him.

Chas began to jack himself as Liam prepped him. Their eyes
met for a timeless moment, and both men smiled.

“This is where I want to be,” Liam whispered.

Chas smiled and murmured the same thing back. They’d said it
the first time they’d fucked in the stockroom of a downtown art gallery on
opening night of Liam’s sculpture exhibition. With their tuxes in disarray,
Liam had bent Chas over a wooden storage box and fucked him until they’d both
come.

And he would do it again now. Liam moved in, positioned his
cock at Chas’ opening and slowly pushed inside. They both grunted at the tight
fit. As Chas’ muscles clamped down, Liam groaned, hips automatically pumping
and withdrawing like his lower body had a mind of its own.

Chase started to stroke himself, but Liam shook his head. “Let
me. You just watch. Don’t touch.”

With a grin, Chas leaned back and braced himself on his
hands. Liam leaned forward, kissing him with a heat and force he found hard to
control, but it was okay. Chas liked it just a little rough when he was the one
getting fucked. Liam took his lower lip between his teeth, tugged and released.

“Give it to me,” Chas grunted between gritted teeth. “Make
me come.”

Liam kissed him one more time, licking and sucking at his
lips. He’d never had a lover like Chas, never had anyone who could raise him to
such passionate levels. His hips pistoned harder, the friction of Chas’ tight
ass making Liam’s control fly out the window. His hand flew along his lover’s
cock, and when Chas’ nuts tightened an instant before he exploded, his ass
cranked down on Liam. That was it. They both shouted, Chas’ cum arcing over him
and Liam’s hand. Liam buried himself to his balls and shot his load deep
inside.

Silence reigned for a few seconds. Chas laughed. “Damn.
Maybe Wyatt should visit and go home more often.”

Liam chuckled, grabbed a couple of tissues and handed them
to Chas so he could make a stab at cleaning some of the cum off him. As Liam
bent to grab his shorts, he also picked up the brandy snifters, depositing them
on the polished surface of the desk.

Chas touched his arm. “You know, we could get a housekeeper.
That might make Wyatt’s visits a little easier on all of us.”

Liam buttoned his fly. “Housekeeper or nanny?”

Chas shrugged. “Why not both? I’ll pay. I can afford it, and
after all, I’m living free of charge on one of the finest estates in the area.”

Liam arched a brow. “As noisy as we are? You better find a
housekeeper hard of hearing and half blind.”

“Right. Nearly deaf and blind. How about butt ugly too?”

Liam waggled his brows. “I like butts.”

* * * * *

Greer slipped through the crowd flowing in and out of the
supermarket. She remembered when the busy shopping center had been just a
hayfield, but with more and more people headed for the burbs, business had
followed.

Everyone was busy with homes and careers. Her? Yeah, she was
running an errand for her mom. Poor, unemployed Greer. None of her jobs seemed
to last even a year. She’d worked as a maid for nice old Mrs. Henry, but then
she’d died. Next was the waitress job, but the state decided to widen the
highway and the restaurant, in business for decades, had gotten the heave-ho.
Next was the B and B—right in the river’s flood plain. When the spring
floodwaters receded but the river stink remained, the owners had filed
bankruptcy and moved.