Feeling the Buzz (11 page)

Wayne sucked him down, the heat still
taking Sebastian by surprise. Wayne wasn’t gentle or tentative. In fact he
veered toward roughness, yet his touch felt exactly right. Jen whispered in
Wayne’s ear, and the next thing Sebastian had a lubed finger up his ass. Two
perfect strokes of that finger along with the hard draw of Wayne’s mouth, and
he lost the fragile control he held over his body. He came in hard, explosive
contractions, sparks igniting in his groin and ripping across his nerve
endings.

Wayne grunted and pulled back, receiving a
blast of semen in his face.

An appalled groan burst from Sebastian.
“Sorry, man. I got no control at the moment.”

Wayne grinned and wiped his face with the
corner of the sheet. “I thought I did pretty well.”

“Big head,” Sebastian said when he could
breathe again. After removing condoms and toys and cleaning up, they lay on the
bed in a pile of sweaty bodies. Sebastian had never felt happier.

* * * * *

The first day of school was even worse than
she’d imagined. From the moment she stepped into the classroom, the other
students stared. Even the teacher showed extraordinary interest in her
presence. Face aflame, she offered a bright smile and picked up her pen to
focus on taking notes. Give it a week and they’d become used to her presence.
Soon she’d blend in—apart from the uniform. As an adult student, the
headmistress said she wasn’t required to wear a uniform, but the lack made her
stick out. She made a mental note to buy a couple of skirts and trousers in the
same dark color as the other students’ uniforms. That way a glance wouldn’t
single her out as different.

Soon her head hurt from all the facts thrown
at them, and her butt ached in sympathy. She wasn’t used to sitting for such
long stretches of time.

Lunch was a lonely sandwich, eaten outdoors
in the sun. Why had returning to school been such a great idea?

Education is important. Promise me
you’ll return to school when you can.

Her mother’s words echoed through her head.
Determined. Implacable. Jen could still feel the tight pinch of her mother’s
fingers as she’d gripped Jen’s arm, insistent on getting her daughter to see
and extracting a promise from Jen.

Promise me you’ll return to school, Jen,
and go to university. Everyone needs a qualification to get ahead.

A sigh whispered from Jen as she studied
the groups of students around the school grounds. No matter how uncomfortable,
she couldn’t go back on her promise to her mother. It was a matter of pride.

And the fact that her mother would probably
return from the grave and haunt her if she didn’t carry out her pledge.

Just after four, Jen dragged her bag of
books from her car and trudged into the house. Even though she didn’t feel like
it, she dumped her pack on a chair and pulled out her books. If she did all her
homework as soon as she arrived home she’d have her evenings free to veg out
with her men.

She froze, her hand gripping a heavy
chemistry tome.

Her men?

No, no, no!

She’d be leaving to attend university in
Auckland next year
.
This thing with Wayne and Sebastian was about fun.
That was all.

That’s right!
Her mother’s voice echoed through her head. Just as well she hadn’t
spoken up the previous evening in the midst of their lovemaking.

Jen made a cup of coffee and started work,
only pausing to prepare a chicken for dinner. She shoved it into the preheated
oven, ready to tackle her last assignment—reading several pages from the
chemistry book.

Wayne’s deep voice echoed from the front
door. “Hi, honey. We’re home.”

“Something smells good,” Sebastian said
from the doorway. “You didn’t have to start dinner.”

“It wasn’t a problem.” Jen couldn’t help
smiling at the pleasure on Sebastian’s face. Starting dinner was such a small
thing.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around her,
hugging her tight and pressing a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s good to
have you here at the end of a work day.” Sincerity laced his words, prompting
curiosity in her.

“Ugh! Sweaty.” She struggled and, grinning,
he released her.

She knew that he and Wayne had met at a
foster home and that Wayne had left to join a family while Sebastian had
remained in the foster home until age eighteen. He’d never had a proper home,
she thought in enlightenment. It might have been just her and her mother, but
her mother had gone out of her way to build a cozy, secure home for them both.

“Do we need to do anything to help?” Wayne
asked.

“You both look as if you need a shower,”
she said, reaching over to pluck a chunk of sawdust from Wayne’s hair. “And
you’re very stinky,” she added, kissing the tip of Sebastian’s nose to soften
her remarks. She blew a kiss to Wayne. “Go take a shower and I’ll take care of
the rest of dinner.”

They stomped down the passage toward the
bathroom, although how men could make so much noise wearing just their socks
was beyond her. She checked the jacket potatoes and removed them from the oven.
After whipping up a quick gravy, she placed the salad on the table and popped
some pre-cooked dinner rolls into the oven to finish cooking. Masculine
laughter came from the bathroom and a frisson of heat danced down her spine
when she imagined their naked bodies beaded with droplets of water. She fanned
the heat from her face with a swish of her hand.

“Hey,” she yelled. “No hanky-panky without
me.”

“Spoilsport,” Wayne shouted back.

Five minutes later the two men strolled
into the kitchen.

“That’s better,” she said with approval.
“You can kiss me properly now.”

Eyes gleaming, they advanced on her,
corralling her with male heat and muscles. Firm lips met hers while another set
of lips nibbled on the delicate flesh of her neck. Her nipples pulled tight and
heat bloomed in her lower body, mere seconds after their touch. It was as if
her body were programmed to react to them. She certainly wanted them both.

“You smell good.” Emotion darkened
Sebastian’s eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”

His words sank in, twisting strands of
confusion through her. This living situation could only be temporary until she
left for Auckland. Call her old-fashioned but she didn’t think long distance
relationships worked. “We’d better eat dinner before it gets cold.” Huh! Neat
sidestep. Avoiding thinking about the situation wasn’t going to change the
truth. She couldn’t let herself think of Wayne and Sebastian as anything more
than good friends because her future was at stake, her promise to her mother.

“How was school?” Wayne asked.

“Horrid.”

Sebastian pulled out a chair and seated
her. “Why is that?”

“My classmates are so young. They’ve known
each other for a long time since they’ve gone through the classes together,
many of them since kindergarten. I stand out like the flock of red sheep in Ted
Morrison’s front yard.”

A chuckle burst from Wayne. “Why did
Morrison dye his sheep that color anyway?”

“Someone paid him,” Jen said. “It was an
advertising stunt for the local radio station.”

“So school isn’t that good?” Sebastian’s
face bore sympathy.

Jen sighed, her stomach churning at the
reminder of her day. “I’m sure it will get better. Heck, I knew it wouldn’t be
easy.”

“Nothing worth doing is easy,” Wayne said.

Sebastian groaned. “Your mother always used
to say that.”

“Still does,” Wayne said. “I topped up on
parental advice during the weekend. Need to pass it on. Get it out of my head
somehow.”

Jen happened to be watching Sebastian, saw
his shift of expression. She’d seen it before—usually when someone was talking
about their family. Interesting. Sebastian wasn’t easy to read, yet in this she
could practically see the words on the page.

Wayne cocked his head and studied her with
sympathy. “Two of my brothers are still at school. Do you want me to ask them
to—?”

“No! Maybe it will be better once I get to
know the rest of the students and the teachers.”

“Say that once more with confidence,” Wayne
ordered.

“It will be better in a few weeks.” Jen
sucked in a deep breath and held up crossed fingers.

Chapter Ten

Two weeks later

“I want you to divide into threes for this
assignment,” the teacher said, almost as soon as she walked to the front of the
classroom. “Collectively you’ll do a report on how some aspect of Sloan could
be improved. You can do it in movie format or use a power point presentation or
any other media available to you. You have a month to complete the assignment.
Each group will hand in their assignment to me and present them to the rest of
the class at a later date.”

Every student groaned, Jen included. This
was gonna be fun.

“I’ll give you five minutes to organize
your groups. If you’re undecided by that time, I will make an executive
decision.”

Great. It was like a sports day all over
again. She’d be the last one picked.

The rest of the students burst into
chatter. Jen cast a cautious glance to her left and another to her right. She
caught the gaze of the gum-chewing girl sitting at the next desk. “Would you
like to work with me?”

The gum snapped as she shifted it around
her mouth. “Nah, I have a group already.”

Jen nodded, holding her breath when the
backs of her eyes started to sting. She would not cry.
She would not
.

She was an adult and could get past a
stupid thing like an assignment. She looked the other way and saw that the girl
sitting there was obviously in a group. The one in front too.

“Righto! Quiet everyone.” The teacher
clapped her hands together. “Melanie, take that gum out of your mouth right
now.”

The gum snapping came to an abrupt halt.

“Does anyone not have a group?”

Jen stuck up her hand, but she was the only
one.

“Gerrard, who is in your group?”

“Justin and Stan.”

“Right,” the teacher said. “Jen can join
your group. Maybe she can keep you in line.”

Jen didn’t want to keep three teenage boys
in line. She seethed while she feverishly scribbled notes of some of the things
the teacher required covered in the project. At the end of the class she waited
to approach the teacher. The group of boys who’d had her foisted on them beat
her to the complaint.

“We don’t want a girl in our group.”

“What’s wrong with a girl?” Jen demanded.

The boy opened his mouth, unsure now that
she’d confronted him directly.

“They giggle,” one of his friends said.

Jen still hadn’t managed to match names and
faces for the entire class, so she wasn’t clear on his identity.

“I’m sure Jen is mature enough to have her
giggling under control,” the teacher said. “She’s new and needs help to blend
in a bit more. The three of you are popular and will help her with that.”

Okaaay
.

That sort of burst Jen’s argument. The
teacher had noticed her difficulties and was trying to help.

“And the three of you together are
trouble,” the teacher continued. “You’re all intelligent, and I intend you to
pass this year.”

No doubting the determination there.

“Why don’t I give you my phone number and
you guys can ring me tonight?” Jen said, flashing her smile again. Damn, her
jaw was starting to ache with all her fake grins. She pulled a notepad and pen
from the side pocket of her pack and scribbled down her cell number and the
number for Wayne’s place.

The rest of her school day progressed as
usual. Jen stuck on her own with the other students pretending to ignore her,
yet watching her closely and whispering to each other when they thought she
wouldn’t notice.

“School any better today?” Wayne asked,
walking into the kitchen where she was doing her homework.

“Where’s Sebastian?”

“He had to drive to Auckland to see a
bathroom supplier. They’re stuffin’ us around, and we wanted to get a
face-to-face meeting. And you didn’t answer my question. School?”

“It sucked. In one of my classes we have
group assignments, and the teacher stuck me with three boys.”

Wayne blinked. His lips twitched, and her
eyes narrowed.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I thought you liked boys,” Wayne said.

“Not teenage ones,” she muttered and barely
suppressed a shudder. “They’re not trained.”

“Nearly finished your homework?”

“Yeah. Pour me a glass of wine in five
minutes.”

“I had something else in mind.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” Wayne grinned and hauled her off
her chair. He wrapped his arms around her. When their lips met, her knees went
weak, and she clutched his shoulders letting the passion wash over her. He
stoked the emotions with each aggressive kiss of her lips and the more subtle
stroke of his tongue.

“Hey, Wayne. Wayne!”

Wayne muttered an oath against her neck and
loosened his grip on her but didn’t let her go. It wasn’t difficult to guess
why since his erection butted against her stomach.

“What are you doing here? You didn’t think
to knock?” He glared at the three young men standing in the kitchen doorway.

Jen felt the color spread across her face,
and mumbled the same curse Wayne had muttered under her breath. “I told you to
ring. How did you know where I live?”

Wayne’s brown eyes narrowed. “You know each
other?”

“They’re in my class, and we’re working on
an assignment together,” Jen said.

“I recognized the phone number,” Gerrard
said, his brows drawn together as he stared at the pair of them.

Wayne barked out a sudden laugh. “Meet my
brother Gerrard and his friends Stan and Justin.”

“We’ve met,” Jen said faintly. “I didn’t
know he was your brother.” They didn’t look anything alike, despite both having
Maori blood. Gerrard’s features were broader and he didn’t have the same lazy
confidence Wayne bore, although that would probably come with age and
experience.

“We have different surnames since we were
both adopted.” Wayne’s amusement was obvious now. He pressed a quick kiss to
her mouth and released her. “I’ll grab a shower and leave you guys to discuss
your assignment.”

“Would you like something to drink?” Jen
grabbed for her polite hostess-mode to help relieve her embarrassment.

“We’ll have a beer,” Gerrard said.

“No you won’t,” Wayne shouted from the
hall. “Mum would skin me alive.”

“I’m drinking ginger beer,” Jen said. “Will
that work?”

“Sure,” Justin said.

“Have a seat.” Jen grabbed three extra
glasses and filled them with ice. She added ginger beer and placed them on the
table. That done, she took a deep breath and sat at the table with the three
teenage boys, feeling a little more in control. She rifled through her notes
and pulled out the ones she’d taken relating to the assignment they needed to complete.

“Are you Wayne’s girlfriend?”

Her head jerked up to find all three boys
scrutinizing her.

“So are you?” Gerrard repeated his
question.

Jen swallowed. It was that simple yet
complicated as well because of Sebastian. “Yes,” she said, opting for simplicity.

Gerrard nodded, and in that brief moment it
was easy to see he idolized Wayne. And because of Wayne, she’d found an
in
with Gerrard and his friends.

“Do you always do your homework when you
get home from school?” Justin asked, wrinkling his freckled nose.

“Yes because that way it’s done and I have
the rest of the night or weekend to do the things I’d rather do.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Stan said.

“Maybe I might try your idea. If Mum sees
me doing my homework she might not make me help with dinner,” Gerrard said.

Jen stifled a laugh. “It might work.”

“What should we do for the assignment?”
Stan asked.

They tossed around one or two ideas,
finally settling on one they thought had good possibilities.

“We should make a video,” Gerrard said.

“And set up a page on the social media to
get more information and contact people who are interested in our topic.”

Their enthusiasm surprised Jen. Her pen
flew across the page as she took notes of the things they decided to action.
She couldn’t help but be excited about their project.

Wayne returned and topped up their drinks
before starting on dinner. “What time is Mum expecting you home?”

“I told her we’d be back by six.”

Wayne nodded. “You’d better keep an eye on
the time then.”

“Stan and Justin are staying the night and
going with us to the agricultural show tomorrow. We want to see the monster
trucks.”

“Sounds good. I might take Jen if she wants
to go,” Wayne said. “Next time ring before you arrive and knock. Don’t come in
until one of us answers the door.”

Gerrard smirked. “In case we interrupt at a
bad time.”

“Exactly,” Wayne said, his tone and
expression stern.

Jen didn’t know where to look when the
three boys sniggered. Once again, her wretched propensity for blushing made her
discomfort clear.

The boys left half an hour later, all
piling into Stan’s old, beat-up car.

“They like you,” Wayne said, wrapping his
arms around her and nuzzling her neck.

“Only because they discovered I’m not only
living here, but I’m your girlfriend.”

“It’s not just that, Jen. You listened to
their ideas and didn’t try to take over because you’re older. You treated them
like contemporaries.”

Jen snorted. “They know way more than me
when it comes to this stuff. I’ve never had time to play around with social
media and the things these kids take for granted. It’s like navigating a new
world. Believe me, they’re helping me more than I’m aiding them.” But despite
her words, she was quietly pleased about their progress. The boys had treated
her like an equal. It would be interesting to see if this carried on when they
returned to school on Monday.

Wayne checked his watch. “Sebastian should
be back soon. Why don’t we open a bottle of wine while we wait for him?”

“I thought we were going to mess around?”

A cheeky grin lit up his face. “Hold that
thought. Dinner won’t be long. Besides, I want to fool around with Sebastian
too.”

Sebastian arrived not long after they’d
opened a bottle of merlot. “Man, the traffic in Auckland was a real bitch. I
think everyone was leaving the city for the weekend.”

“Would a kiss make it better?” Wayne asked.

Sebastian’s gaze zoomed in on Wayne’s mouth
before sliding to view hers. A tingle sprang to life in Jen, a zip of
excitement darting to her pussy. “I’ll need more than one kiss to forget the
hellish traffic.”

Wayne chuckled and rose smoothly from his
chair. He rounded the kitchen table and hauled Sebastian into his arms, drawing
him closer for a kiss. Jen watched avidly, never ceasing to feel amazed at the
arousal that filled her whenever she watched them. They always started
aggressively, each struggling to take control. The first kiss was a clash of
lips, a fierce groan and tight, gripping hands. Then the violence fled. Their
contact gentled, lips softening and sexy moans of pleasure escaping from both
of them.

Unbidden, Jen stood, following the silent
urge to join them. She clasped Sebastian’s biceps and tugged to gain his
attention. “My turn.”

Wayne laughed and moved a fraction to let
her squish between him and Sebastian. When she lifted her head for Sebastian’s
kiss, Wayne moved in behind her. She practically felt the connection slip into
place. Each time they came together, the ties binding them seemed to grow and
become more. Right now there wasn’t anywhere else she’d rather be. Sebastian
started the kiss slow before taking it into carnal territory. He stroked along
her tongue and then the roof of her mouth. She signed and squirmed closer,
physical need creeping through her body. She felt her nipples prickle and the
heaviness between her thighs increased.

“Hold that thought.” Wayne stepped away
from her and lightly slapped her backside. “I’ll heat the barbeque and put on
the steaks.”

“It’s very warm in here.” Sebastian traced
one blunt finger along the neckline of her cotton shirt. A raft of goose bumps
rose on her skin when he repeated the touch. “You should take this off.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jen asked
in a dry voice.

“Hell, yes. It’s a recent fantasy. I want
to see you eating your dinner topless.”

“Oh?” Somehow when Sebastian made the
suggestion it sounded tempting instead of sleazy.

“Or better yet, I’d like her naked on top
of the table. We could use her as a plate,” Wayne said.

“Only if you guys take a turn as well,” Jen
said firmly.

“Deal,” said Sebastian.

“What?” She stared at Sebastian before turning
to Wayne. “You’re not serious!”

“Very serious, but I think we’ll save it
for dessert,” Wayne said. “I wouldn’t like you to get burned.”

“No,” Jen said.

“We’ll take a turn too. You go tonight.
I’ll go tomorrow night and Wayne can have Sunday night.”

“All of a sudden I’m looking forward to
dessert,” Wayne said.

“The pair of you are nuts if you think I’m
going to stretch out on the top of that table naked and let the pair of you
treat me like a plate.”

But the two men talked a good game, and
after eating her dinner and drinking two glasses of wine, she found herself
stripping.

“This is where I do my homework,” she
protested faintly as they helped her to climb up on top of the table. “How am I
meant to do—”

“Stop arguing,” Sebastian said in a firm
voice.

“At least draw the curtains so no one can
see inside.”

“We’ll hear any visitors before they have a
chance to peek,” Wayne said.

“You didn’t hear your brother’s arrival. He
walked into the house and spoke before we heard him.”

“I’ll lock the door, if it will make you
feel better,” Sebastian said, leaving to carry out his promise. On his return,
he drew the curtains across the windows leading out to the deck. “I’ll light
some candles. Make it more romantic,” he said in a rough voice.