Necessary Line: Taskforce Ironside

By Jane O'Roarke

An Instalove Romance between three lovers that didn't know they needed each other.

Kaida Petrovic left Sarajevo, looking for a better life for her family. Finding herself kidnapped, her brother missing, and her life turned upside down by not one, but two, amazing men wasn't in her plans. What's a girl to do? Love them both?

 

Before meeting Kaida, NFL teammates, Jett Tupou and Leo Sullivan played hard, on and off the field. Saving the girl and winning the Super Bowl was the easy part. Figuring how to love the same woman without killing each other was the kicker. Warning: Contains hot football guys, salty language, and frequent group loving.

This book is a standalone book in a series that does NOT end in a cliffhanger. It is a safe threesome Instalove romance that ends in a HEA for the main characters.

Trigger Warning: Best suited for readers 18+. It contains situations and scenarios that some people might find offensive or triggering. Contains violence and references/flashbacks of previous assault that might be triggering for some.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jane O'Roarke
• Release date: Feb 3, 2010
• ISBN: 9780982021149

Jane O'Roarke

I'm Jane O'Roarke, and I write paranormal, fantasy romance, and sports romance. Most of my books are on Amazon as Kindle Unlimited, but the first book in each of my series can also be found on Apple, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, Kobo, and more stores around the world. I write heroines who aren't afraid to walk on the wild side. They are strong women who have lived life, and made mistakes but still want to find love on their own terms. The Beginning: Thea introduces my EVE OF THE FAE series, which delves into the mountain community of Rocky Top, West Virginia, and the mysterious happenings around Thea Duffy, musical virtuoso and an unsuspecting queen of the Tuatha de Danann. Necessary Line introduces my Men of Honor series, where you meet the BRAVO Platoon of SEAL TEAM 42 as they hunt for Prvobitan, an elusive international terrorist organization.

Book preview

1

Only one room left to clean.

Kaida Petrovic shifted her hips, hoping to relieve the cramp in her back. The squeaky wheel of her housekeeping cart was her only companion in the hotel hallway. Her bleary eyes struggled to see the numbers on the passing doors as she checked the list to see which rooms still needed cleaning. She’d already worked 14 hours but had picked up an extra shift for the money.

Money, just think of the money.

During the last seven years that Kaida had been cleaning rooms at The Palm Hotel, she'd repeated the mantra many times. Seven years of moving from room to room, cleaning up other people's messes. Seven years of not thinking about the past or the future.

Her watch gave a quick beep as a reminder to call her younger brother, Drago. Digging into the cart, she pulled her cell from her bag.

"Moj brate, don't forget to fix Majka's dinner," Kaida said in a low voice, afraid of getting caught using her phone during her shift.

Don't call me little brother; I'm not a baby. And speak English, you sound ignorant. Drago's voice was impatient. I need to go; I've got something to do.

"Brate, just fix her something, please. Mother will be hungry if you wait for me because I'll be at least another hour. Besides, I can still call you little brother since you're younger than me at sixteen, yes?" Kaida ignored her brother's insult.

Drago was so surly now, making her second guess her decision to move the family from Bosnia to America. Even though he was almost a man, she couldn't break the habit of worrying because she'd been caring for her family for so long. Besides, her mother wouldn't eat on her own, and with Kaida working seventeen-hour days, she needed Drago's help at home.

Where are you going? Please don't go back down there with those men; we've left all that behind. Kaida couldn't keep the anger from her voice. She had no patience left for his craziness. I need you to listen to me, just this once, please. Wait for me to get home, and then we'll talk. I've got to go. She quickly hung up, dropping her phone back in the bag. Mr. Brown, the head of housekeeping, had already warned her about using her phone during work, and she wouldn't put it past him to spy with the hotel security cameras.

Kaida pushed her cart faster, letting the wheels’ squeak, squeak, squeak relax her as she continued down the hall. Kaida hated being so paranoid, but it was a remnant of a childhood spent in war-torn Sarajevo.

Searching through her pockets for her master key, she reached the VIP room, her last for the day. Most of the rooms were empty at this time of day, but she gave two quick raps with her knuckles just to be safe. Hearing no response, she ran her key through the lock and nudged the door open with the front of her cart.

Ooooh … Ben. Yes, baby. Give it to Suzy. Oh Leo, you taste amazing.

Slurp, Slurp

What is that sound? Kaida's mind tried to process both the sound and the shocking scene in the hotel room's living room as a quick exhale of breath escaped her frozen body in the doorway.

A naked woman draped over the back of the black leather couch; her heavy breasts swung in response to the two naked men servicing her; one from behind, the other one in front.

Oh shit! Kaida couldn't contain her outburst. She had never walked in on a guest in their room.

Leo, Suzy loves to lick you. The woman grunted at a sharp thrust from Leo. Ben, baby hurt me bad … yes, yes, yes.

Didn't need to know this much about you, Suzy.

One part of Kaida's brain noted their names. Red-haired Leo was in the front, dick tunneling into Suzy's mouth, and the blond, Ben, was plowing into her from behind with his eyes closed and head thrown back. Both men were tall, handsome, and heavily muscled. They looked like professional athletes.

Kaida remained frozen at the sight of the three having sex in front of her. She'd heard stories of this happening to other maids but hadn't believed it until now.

Today must be her lucky day. Yippee.

Suzy's eyes were closed, her cheeks going in and out as Leo shifted his hips in even strokes, his hands gripping her hair.

Unwillingly, Kaida's head canted to the side as her gaze followed the thick shaft stretching the woman's mouth. A trickle of moisture slipped past her garish red lips to drip down her chin.

Restraining a hysterical giggle, Kaida tried to decide what to do.

Stay, leave, magically disappear; anything but getting caught watching them, enjoying the show. It seemed to her the moist sounds of sex were abnormally loud. They were disturbing on so many levels. Even more disturbing to Kaida was the spark of arousal she felt as she watched the two men.

Anger flared to life in Kaida's gut. As a teenager back in their Sarajevo apartment, she'd spent hours worrying and wondering why the men that were interested in her had never attracted her.

I can't believe this...of course, I'm only going to get hot from this kinky stuff. I'm also so fired.

Kaida's mind raced, trapped between fleeing and her unwilling excitement. Her gaze traveled along Suzy's pale, curved body to Ben's muscled torso. He was standing behind the woman, large hands gripping her hips, thrusting in a strong back and forth rhythm. Kaida was shocked to find herself excited by the sounds of Ben penetrating the woman. Moisture flooded between her legs as she unconsciously moved further to the right, seeking a better view.

Both men were large, probably the biggest men she'd ever seen, with hard jaws and twenty-four pack abs. Both were handsome in very different ways. Leo had loose, tousled curls while Ben had white, blond hair cut short in spikes. Kaida could see Ben's ice blue eyes from across the room.

The Palm frequently housed athletes, celebrities, and other VIPs, and the owners took great pride in the hotel's security and absolute privacy. During Kaida's seven years at the hotel, several maids were fired because they didn't follow the confidentiality clause which they all had signed.

Kaida needed this job and walking in on guests having sex was a sure way to get fired.

It seemed like Kaida had been standing in the doorway forever, but only a few minutes had passed since she'd walked in on the group. Kaida finally found her voice, blurting out, So sorry, I'll come back.

The threesome didn't respond, didn't even pause in their actions.

Feeling even more uncomfortable, Kaida looked toward the wall on the far side of the room, catching in the gaze of the most exotic man she'd ever seen.

His muscular, athletic body filled the chair. His face was angular, with high cheekbones and thick, black hair hanging in a long, elaborate braid over his shoulder. Intricate tattoos flowed around the edges of his forehead, down his neck, over his shoulder toward his back. Kaida had never seen ink like his, especially on someone's face. Kaida should have been terrified, but with him, they just seemed perfect.

Oh good, kink and scary guys were the only things missing from my life.

His right arm was covered with geometric lines, flowing in intricate spirals. Kaida followed those lines down his arm, her eyes widening as she realized his large hand was cupping the base of his shaft.

Oh. My. God.

Kaida just realized his tattoos flowed from his pelvis onto his penis; starting at the tip, his opening was inked with small fangs on either side, the body of a snake creeping down his shaft, up over his abdomen to disappear around his side.

A nervous laugh escaped her. Sweet Jesus.

At Kaida's laugh, the corners of his lips twitched, his gaze intent on hers. He shifted, drawing her gaze back to his shaft, back to all that fantastic ink, to the large hand firmly fisting and rotating on his shaft. His long legs widened, making room for his hand to move faster, up and down in strong, even strokes.

"Majka Bozja." In Kaida's shock, she'd slipped into Bosnian, the language of her youth. She knew Mother Mary wasn't going to be helping her today, quickly crossing herself to ask forgiveness for her blasphemy, even as her heart fluttered, like tiny butterflies inside her chest.

She couldn't pull her eyes away from his hand, fascinated by his movements, the steady up and down of his tight fist, the deep purple tip peeking through well-shaped fingers. A flush of heat crept up her cheeks as wetness gushed between her legs.

Kaida had seen a lot while growing up in Sarajevo, a city destroyed by war. She'd crossed an ocean for a new life in America, but she'd never seen a man like this, doing things like this, making her feel something like this.

Kaida's hand crept down her body to press firmly between her legs, the rough fabric of her uniform, for once bringing pleasure instead of irritation. Her eyes slid shut as a tingling spread along her legs, seeming to come from the very point where her fingers pressed.

Jett Tupou shifted his hips in the leather club chair, slowly stroking his dick. He watched absently as his teammates, Ben Broate and Leo Sullivan, pounded an NFL groupie. He didn't know or care who the chick was, especially since she'd been in their room lying naked on his bed when they'd returned from practice.

Finding naked women in his rooms had gotten old early in Jett's career as a quarterback. But, at this stage of his life, it just pissed him off. In the past, he would have enjoyed the show as long as Ben and Leo did all the work, but tonight he was bored.

Jesus, I must finally be growing up. How depressing.

When he'd been twenty and newly arrived from America Samoa, Jett had plowed through an endless string of available women. At thirty-nine, he had finally recognized that sex was not enough; millions of dollars were not enough; being the winningest quarterback in NFL history was not enough. What was enough? He was still trying to figure that out.

Leaning his head back against the chair, Jett closed his eyes as he thought about today's practice game. He was feeling immense pressure from the younger guys, who were gunning for his starting position. Tonight, his shoulder ached from the day's hits.

Checking his watch, Jett wondered how long before the guys finished. A glance showed Ben and Leo pounding the girl, her obnoxious sounds telling him she was enjoying herself.

Leo looked just as bored as Jett was. Ben, at twenty-three, was going hard, still believing that any pussy was good pussy. The sound of the electronic door lock disengaging startled him. A glance at the others showed they'd not heard the door opening, too caught up in their play.

The tip of a cleaning cart nudged the door open, followed quickly by a woman. Unfortunately, the heavy cart blocked the rest of her, allowing him only a glimpse of a riotous mass of dark curls and the hint of a pale cheek. Even so, he was intrigued. His shaft stirred to life as a quick rush of blood filled the tip, his previous ennui disappearing in an instant.

By the time the woman moved into the room, Jett was harder than he'd been in years. He leaned forward as if he could reach across the six feet that separated them and grab hold of her. He was shocked at the feeling rushing through him. He didn't believe in instant attraction and was baffled by his inability to look away.

So sorry, Her startled voice traveled across to him, I'll come back later.

She seemed frozen at the sight of Ben and Leo. He didn't think she'd even noticed him sitting in the chair. His temper tweaked at the thought. His dick went from nothing to rock hard at the mere sight of her, and she didn't notice that he was in the room.

Yeah, that's not working for me.

The competitive spirit that'd allowed Jett to lead his team to six super bowl wins kicked in. He was more than happy to teach her to notice him, first and foremost. If she was going to get aroused at anything, and he knew she was by the way her nipples were standing high and tight, it'd be at the sight of him. Even across the room, he could tell she was shocked, utterly unprepared for the carnality before her, but not uninterested.

Jett quietly chuckled as she leaned to the side, head canting to see better. Her expression vacillated between horror and aroused fascination. In moving, she'd given him a great view of her nipples standing at attention as they pushed against her green polyester housekeeping uniform.