Wet: Overflow (7 page)

Masato proved her point when he formed a second dick that penetrated her pussy and started rubbing her clit with two fingers. Lulu sucked hard on Hotsuma as she climaxed with a loud whimper.

Hot liquid jetted down the back of her throat when Hotsuma came. He grunted with the exertion then pulled his dick free. Lulu swallowed.

Behind her, Masato’s body jerked a few times before he pulled away. He patted her ass a few times then rubbed it. “Always good.”

The water receded, lowering Lulu to the ground. She made no move to stand up. For one, she was too exhausted. She looked at Hotsuma. “What is this? How long have you known about Masato?”

Hotsuma said, “Since two weeks ago.”

“Two weeks… but that… he…” She shook her head hard in disbelief then screeched, “You knew?”

Hotsuma’s guilty expression was all the answer she needed.

She pushed to her feet so she could confront him face to face. “I’ve been going crazy, tearing myself apart all this time, and you knew. You fucking knew.”

Masato waved a watery hand in a calming motion. “Don’t feel too bad, sweetheart. I used the same trick on him that I used on you.”

“Trick?” Lulu and Hotsuma asked in unison.

Masato laughed in a pitying manner. “I said it before and I’ll say it again. You two idiots are made for each other. Do you
really
think I would give this up?” He held out his arms. Several spouts sprang from the pool like tiny geysers, following the up and down motions of his fingers in a water ballet.

Lulu tried to speak but no words left her lips. It took a second try before she said, “You want your body back. You said so. You weren’t faking the anger I saw when you said that.”

“No, I wasn’t. I don’t like people stealing my shit. He can keep the title and the power and the stress. I’m happy to be rid of it. But that body is mine. This is fun and all”-- he dropped his hands and the water stopped -- “but a man wants to feel solid every now and again.”

Hotsuma asked, “Every now and again?”

“You heard me, Uncle. I want my body back. I didn’t say I wanted to keep it. Not now I don’t. After finding out we can switch, I’m perfectly happy to time-share.”

The surprises kept coming. Lulu shifted her gaze between the two men. “You can switch? When did you find this out?”

“After the first time the three of us came together in the water,” Hotsuma said in a quiet voice.

“Of course. You had to have known he was there.” Lulu knew her paranoia in that moment hadn’t been unjustified. If she felt the two of them rubbing against each other inside her, Hotsuma had to have felt it as well. She should have figured out then that he knew.

“I did.”

Masato grinned and made a kissing motion toward her. “We almost made the water boil.”

Lulu blocked his cheerful attitude to focus on Hotsuma. “So you two switched. For how long?”

“It took us both by surprise.”

Masato said, “It didn’t take a genius to figure out you were the reason why. The magic that fused me and Uncle is still in us. The spell was incomplete, and your power wasn’t truly reversed, making the switch permanent, or you would be dead now instead of pissed that I played you both.”

Lulu wanted to punch the smug look of triumph off his face. If she knew her fist would connect and actually hurt him, she would have. “Stop being so damn proud that you preyed on our weakness.”

“Love isn’t a weakness. It’s sweet. Makes me jealous seeing you two together, which is why I did it. I used your fear -- Uncle’s fear of returning to dormancy and your fear of being the reason he returned. I even tossed in your fear of ruining Voda to make the deal that much sweeter.”

“You are such a fucking bastard.”

“Not arguing that fact. I am what the family made me. Not an excuse, just a statement of fact.”

Lulu asked Hotsuma, “So the second time the three of us were together, the water was you?”

He nodded.

If he wasn’t confirming it, she would have never believed it. The forceful way he’d taken her while she sucked Hotsuma’s… no, not Hotsuma… Masato’s dick had turned her on more than she cared to admit at the time. She thought she was starting to crave Masato’s rough nature. While she still felt betrayed, it was nice to know her body knew her real lover better than her mind did.

She asked, “And you two switched again?”

Masato said, “Got it.”

“So why aren’t you switched now?”

Hotsuma said, “I wouldn’t let him. I felt it happening and forced him to stay in the water.”

“You didn’t force anything, Uncle. I wanted a good fuck, not a trip to flesh land. I denied the switch.”

Lulu’s head was starting to hurt. “So, all three of us together doesn’t make the switch automatic. You two can control it?”

“For the most part,” Masato said. “Still some kinks to work out -- yours and the spell’s.” He laughed at Lulu’s blush. “Admit it, sweetheart. You like being between us. I’ve seen you with Uncle -- when he was water and when he was flesh. You two might be able to make the water hot, but with me in the mix, it’s boiling.” He moved forward and put his face close to hers. “Or maybe it was having a secret lover that got you so hot.”

“Shut up!” Lulu lashed out at him, but her hand passed through the water like she’d thought it would.

Masato laughed. “A little something-something on the side right under your husband’s nose. How wet did you get when you thought about Uncle catching us together? Did it compare to how wet you got when you were with Richard? What’s the matter, Lulu? Two men not enough for you?”

Her legs gave out beneath her, and she landed hard on her ass. The pain didn’t even register. She could only stare at Masato. She whispered, “You knew about that too?”

“We both do,” Masato said, wagging a hand between him and Hotsuma. “We’re the water of the hotel, sweetheart. We saw you two talking the other day. We saw when you left earlier to go to Voda. With a little help from Uncle, I managed to jump to Voda’s water system in time to see you entering Richard’s room. I didn’t stick around for the show. Was he good? Must not have been considering how hard you just came. Or maybe you need more than one go before you’re satisfied?”

Hotsuma asked in a low, hard voice, “Why, Lulu? I echo Masato’s question -- weren’t two men enough?”

“Or maybe she got a taste for getting it on the side and decided to see how far she could take it, like a sex version of a klepto.”

She couldn’t even summon up the will to be angry. Hotsuma had a right to think the worst of her. She’d been sleeping with Masato all this time. No matter that it was to save Hotsuma, or she’d thought it was to save Hotsuma, it was still cheating. And if they saw her going into Richard’s room, of course they would assume it was for sex instead of the true reason.

A part of her wanted to laugh at her own stupidity. The other part wanted to cry in frustration. How had things gotten so bad so fast? She was drowning with no help in sight. If she explained, would they believe her or assume she was making up lies to cover her ass? Her inability to answer that simple question kept her silent.

Masato asked, “You’re not going to deny it?”

“Lulu, say something,” Hotsuma demanded.

She shook her head and dropped her gaze to her hands. What would it be? Say nothing and have them think she was a cheat no number of men could satisfy? Or tell the truth and have them not believe her? Which was worse? Which would hurt more?

It didn’t matter. The pain in her heart couldn’t get any worse.

“So that’s it?” Masato sucked his teeth. “Here I thought you were being the good little wife, trying to protect your husband with your body, when all you are is a common slut. I gave you way too much credit.”

Hotsuma turned and started walking away.

Lulu closed her eyes against the sound of him leaving her. She had to say something. She had to make them believe her. Even if things ended between her and Hotsuma, even if they couldn’t go back, she had to warn them about Richard. That threat wouldn’t go away just because the relationship had.

“He knows,” she yelled, surprising herself with the force she put behind those two words. She shook her head as the inevitable closed around her. In a softer voice she said, “Richard knows.”

Masato and Hotsuma stared at her, neither man speaking. She didn’t know if that was a good sign or not. At least she had their attention.

In a normal voice, she said, “Richard knows about you. He knows about the Mizuno family secret, about the
ageman
power. He knows about Hotsuma’s water ability.” She shook her head as tears burned her eyelids. “He knows.”

Masato asked, “So you whored yourself out a second time to protect the Mizuno family? You might be a better wife than I thought. Most women wouldn’t go that far. Not in this day and age, and especially not for a family that despises her.”

Hotsuma returned and stooped before Lulu. “Or maybe she did it to protect me.” He used the edge of one knuckle and lifted her chin so she met his gaze. “Right, Lulu? You slept with him to protect me?”

She jerked her chin back. “I didn’t sleep with him.” A mirthless laugh left her lips. “God, if only it were that simple.” She pushed to her feet and walked over to her bag and the bottle of water. After pulling it out, she threw it at Hotsuma’s and Masato’s feet. “That’s what he wants.”

Neither man touched it, but they said in unison, “That’s water from the barrier room.”

“Yes, it is. He wants a piece of the proverbial pie.”

Masato said with a snort, “So give it to him. It won’t work.”

Lulu stared at him. “Huh? Why not? That water is from the barrier room.”

“Doesn’t matter. It would work for a day, maybe two and then wear off.”

Hotsuma straightened with a knowing nod. “That’s how it will always be. Only a member of the family remains under my power for life, and they have to visit the barrier room to do it.”

Masato said, “Otherwise we would be shipping bottles of Hotsuma’s water back to Japan. Believe me, the family doesn’t appreciate having to come all the way out here just to do the ritual. That’s the source of all the stress and strife this last month. It’s time for the annual visit of the new children and spouses. Every year they bitch more. Or maybe I’m just sick of hearing it.”

Lulu was glad to know that. Well, maybe glad was the wrong word. She was relieved the extra hostility wasn’t all about her marriage and Hotsuma’s new occupancy of Masato’s body. Both things might be contributing to make the situation worse, but they weren’t the cause.

She said, “He’s threatened to out you and the Mizuno family.”

Masato snorted. “Let him. He won’t get very far. The Mizuno family lawyers will bury him and his story under so much crap his family will have to buy him a tombstone just to find him.”

“I’m sure the Mizuno lawyers are great. Lord knows, I’ve already met with them more times than I care to, but he has proof. Even if you try to dismiss the story as a hoax, there are too many witnesses who will attest to the validity of it. Hotsuma’s to blame for that when he went around fondling the women in the hot spring after he got free.”

“You dirty dog.” Masato laughed as he clapped Hotsuma on the back. “I’d heard the staff talking about all the women and their stories of a phantom lover of the hot springs. I was too hung up on Lulu to investigate it.”

Hotsuma pushed Masato away and cleared his throat. “What proof, Lulu?”

She said, “He caught Masato and me talking when Masato was walking on water in a human form.” She stopped and thought back to that time. “Or actually, I guess that was Hotsuma then.” She shook her head. “Whatever. He’s got video of it.”

“Lies,” Masato said in a dismissive voice.

“I’m telling the truth, damn it. That’s why I was meeting him. That’s the reason behind all of this. I was trying to protect you. Both of you and the damn Mizuno family. Those people fucking hate me, and I was putting my marriage on the line to protect them. I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” The tears Lulu had tried to hold back flowed down her cheeks as she got the answer to her earlier question.

Having them think she was a slut hurt, but she knew she wasn’t so she could ignore the pain. To tell the truth and have them doubt her was a pain unrivaled by anything else up to that point in her life, including being shot.

Masato walked forward. He smoothed his hand over her cheek, pulling the moisture of her tears into his water body and leaving her skin dry. She stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief when he laid a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. “Sweetheart, I’m not calling you a liar. I believe every word you said.”

“I believe you as well,” Hotsuma said though he didn’t join them.

Lulu didn’t understand the expression he wore. He didn’t appear angry at Masato’s familiarity. He didn’t look happy either. His attitude was cold, apart. She didn’t like it.

Masato said, “I’m calling Richard a liar. A good one too, since he got you to believe him, knowing full well he doesn’t have a damn thing.”

“He does.”

“Did you see it?”

Lulu hesitated. She hadn’t seen it. That was blackmailing rule number one -- get proof of proof. She’d been so fixated on the fact that Richard knew about Hotsuma she hadn’t thought to check his proof.