Inside Heat (5 page)

The entire upstairs was one great master suite, complete with three bedrooms connected like the spokes of a wheel by a sitting room in the center. There were two enormous bathrooms, one on either side of the rooms the brothers occupied. The third bedroom had its own bathroom and a closet roughly the size of Megan’s entire apartment.

“This would be your room. We haven’t decorated it, so you could design it however you want it,” Jeff said.

“Why don’t you try the bed?” Jason said. “It’s the biggest of the bunch. We had it specially made to accommodate three people.”

The enormous four-poster bed would have dwarfed any other room, but this one was big enough to hold it, and then some. Standing in the room, flanked by Jeff and Jason, it suddenly hit Megan. This was real. They actually wanted to do this, had planned to do this. It was too much to wrap her head around. Why her? Why now? Had someone else occupied this room previously? As if she’d voiced her innermost thoughts, Jeff answered.

“We had the house built when we first came to play for the Mustangs. This room has been empty the entire time. You’re the first person to see it, other than the housekeeper. She keeps it dusted. We’ll have to buy some stuff for the bathroom too.”

“Why?” she asked, turning to face them. She preferred to look at them rather than the giant bed. “Why me? Why now?”

They shrugged matching broad shoulders like two kids, and then they answered in unison. “Because we want you.”

Megan laughed at their response, and the absurdity of the situation. “I can’t believe this. I don’t know what to say.” She half turned to look at the bedroom again, then turned back to the matched set watching her. It was absurd, but she missed their touch now that they were back to discussing the situation as if it was a business deal. “I have a life, a good life. I have a job. I can’t move in here and become…what? Your sex slave?” She cursed her fair skin, knowing it was now an unbecoming shade of crimson.

“No, that isn’t what we want,” Jason said. “We aren’t asking you to give up your life or your job.”

“Megan,” Jeff said, drawing her attention. “When’s your next day off?”

“Tomorrow. Why?”

“We have a game tonight, and another tomorrow afternoon. Let us send a car for you tonight when you get off work. Come spend the night with us.”

“We won’t pressure you into our bed,” Jason added. “But don’t walk away from the possibility that this could be something special. Jeff and I,” he glanced at his brother, then back to her, “we haven’t felt this instant attraction for the same woman in a long time. And we think you feel it too. It’s hard to explain, but we’ve waited to find the right person, and we think you’re the one.”

“We don’t want a slave, Megan,” Jeff said. “We want a partner, a lover. And not for just one night. Though, if you give yourself to us for one night and decide it doesn’t work for you, we’ll understand.”

It was crazy. Or maybe she was crazy because she was beginning to consider…well, consider getting to know them, at least. She couldn’t deny the way her body reacted to their touch. Since she’d arrived, they’d touched her many times and she’d been putty in their hands.

“Come back tonight. We’ll spend the morning together, then you can go to the game or stay here until we get home. You’ll be back in your apartment in time to go to work on Monday,” Jason reasoned.

“But…I don’t get off work until eleven.”

“No problem. We won’t be home until after eleven. Then we have to be at the field at noon tomorrow,” Jeff said. “It’s not much time together, but we want to spend it with you.”

All the way home, Megan mentally kicked herself for agreeing to spend the next two nights at their home. She’d always thought of herself as levelheaded. Ever since high school, she’d known exactly where she was going, and she’d plotted her way there, never once wavering from her predetermined path. She’d studied Pre-Med in college, earned her degree and enrolled in the best nursing program in Texas. Her college friends said she was nuts not to go on to medical school, but she knew that wasn’t for her, however, she did want to have the science classes as a base for further studies.

She loved helping people, especially the kids. Their vulnerability touched her. She knew what it was to feel powerless, to live in fear. Growing up, shuttled from one distant relative to the next, she had no control over her life, and lived in constant fear of being turned out completely. It wasn’t any way for a child to grow up, but she’d found strength within herself and survived until her maternal grandparents found her and took her in. She was a ragtag teenager by then, with no direction in life.

The youth group at her grandmother’s church was going to the local Children’s Hospital to celebrate Halloween with the kids, and she’d signed Megan up to go. Money was tight, but her grandmother had come up with an old-fashioned white nurse’s uniform for her costume. It was her first Halloween costume ever, and she loved it. She was only fourteen at the time, but the youngest kids must have thought she was older, and mistook her for a real nurse. When the church group was ready to leave, they found her playing a card game with a group of kids.

From that day on, Megan knew what she wanted to do with her life. She hadn’t had time for boys in high school, although she had dated some in college – enough to lose her virginity to another Pre-Med student. After nursing school, she dedicated her life to her work, with the idea in the back of her head that one day she’d fall in love with Mr. Right and have a houseful of kids. Not that she had much hope of finding Mr. Right when she spent so much time at work. It had never seemed like a sacrifice until now. Now she wondered if she hadn’t been missing something in her life.

Chapter Five

Now, all she could think about was the two men who wanted her.
Her
. And, she wanted them more than she had ever wanted any man. They had an insane life – on the road for a week or more at a time – games almost every day. Finding time to be with them would be almost impossible.

Since the Holder brothers’ visit to the ward, many of the children had become baseball fans. Christopher was doing better, but he still wasn’t well enough to join the group gathered in the day room to watch the game. So Megan made a point to stop in as often as possible to catch a few minutes of the game with him. If he’d been a fan before Jeff’s visit, he was a worshiper now. His favorite baseball card, now autographed, sat on his tray table surrounded by what Megan thought of as a shrine.

Christopher improved daily, and everyone noticed his renewed enthusiasm for life. A positive outlook and a real desire to get well could work wonders for any patient, but especially children. Megan smiled at the exuberant boy clutching his Mustangs stadium blanket in one hand, while his new baseball glove dwarfed his other hand. Jeff had given him the items, and as he autographed the glove, told Christopher not to give up his dream of being a professional baseball player. If dreams and wishes could make it so, then one day she’d be watching Christopher on television too.

“Hi, kid. How’s the game going?” she asked.

“Not so good. The Mustangs are behind, but it’s only the fifth inning.”

“There are nine innings, right?”

“Right.” He rolled his eyes at her scant baseball knowledge. “Everyone knows that.”

“Hey, give me a break,” she teased. “I’m new to this, but I’m learning.” Out of habit, she checked the monitors hooked up to Christopher. Assured all was as well as could be expected, she turned her attention to the ballgame. “Who’s pitching now?”

“That’s Renner. He’s good, but he doesn’t throw anywhere near as hard as Jeff does.”

Renner threw a pitch for a strike. “Looks pretty hard to me.”

“Yeah, well what do you know?”

“Not much, apparently.” The camera shifted to the catcher, and every one of her woman parts jolted to attention. The camera shot was straight on, providing a close-up of Jason Holder’s face. The mask hid everything but his eyes which were trained on the pitcher in absolute concentration. It was the same look she’d seen on Jeff’s face when he was pitching. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d apply that much focus to making love, and if they did, how wonderful it would feel to be the recipient of that concentration. Maybe she’d find out tonight.

She missed Christopher’s next comment as the realization set in. She was going to do it – at least for tonight. She’d made up her mind. One night. She’d give herself this one night to see if what they described was something she could live with.

* * * *

The house was dark, except for the warm glow coming from the west end. As the hired car pulled into the portico, Megan went over what she knew of the house. If she weren’t mistaken, the single illuminated room housed the swimming pool. The driver opened the door for her, set her overnight bag on the porch, and pulled away, leaving her standing all alone on Jeff and Jason Holder’s doorstep. Were they even home yet?

As promised, the door was unlocked so she let herself in. A small light beneath the kitchen cabinets provided enough illumination to see her way through the kitchen. She tripped over a pair of shoes, catching herself before she crashed into the furniture in the living room. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she noticed the trail of discarded clothes leading toward the pool. She followed, stepping carefully around the small heaps.

She heard them before she saw them in the brightly lit pool. Two sets of broad shoulders and arms split the surface, followed by two firm, flexing, lily-white asses. She smiled and stepped to the edge of the deep end to better admire the view. They made the turn at the far end, and in perfect synchronization stroked their way toward her.

They were equally matched it seemed, kicking and stroking, breathing almost as one. She’d planned to come here, spend some time getting to know them before she decided if she wanted to carry their acquaintance any further. But seeing all those muscles flexing, she suddenly couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. I’m going to be sensible about this.
I’m not going to dive into a sexual relationship with two men just because they’re drop-dead gorgeous and built like Adonis
.

Then they came to a stop in front of her. Two identical heads broke the surface, and their eyes instantly lit with recognition. Two perfectly crooked smiles told her they were happy to see her.

“Hi, Jeff,” she nodded at the one on her left. “Hi, Jason,” she nodded at the twin on her right.

“You can tell us apart that easily?” Jeff asked.

“Did I get it right?”

“You did,” Jason confirmed. “Not many people can do that, especially with so little to go on.”

“If I saw more, do you think it would be easier?”

“Oh yeah,” Jason said. One eye closed in a mischievous wink, and all her good intentions flew right out of her brain. “Jeff’s dick is tiny,” he said. Jeff clocked his brother on the back of the head, splashing water onto the pool deck and Megan’s feet.

“Jackass,” Jeff said. “If my dick is tiny, so is yours.” He folded his arms on the edge of the pool, dismissing Jason. “Don’t mind him. We’re identical, as far as nature goes. It’s the unnatural part that makes him different.”

“Shut up, Jeff,” Jason warned. “She’ll see for herself soon enough.” He joined Jeff, hanging from the edge. “Why don’t you lose all those clothes and join us? We’ll show you how identical we are.”

Oh God! She really was losing her mind because she wanted to touch them, to test those muscles beneath her fingertips, to have them touch her. Somehow, she knew Jeff and Jason would make her feel very good. She tried one last time to force some reason into the situation. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

“So?” they said in unison. Megan smiled. They were so much like little boys, but all her lady parts were telling her these were full grown men. Men she wanted to be with, no matter how insane it was to want it. She kicked her shoes off, and followed them with the sundress she’d put on when she got off work. She should have been self-conscious standing in nothing but her bra and panties in front of two men, but the way they looked at her made her feel something entirely different. She felt empowered, and bolder than ever before. She reached behind her and opened the clasp on her bra. Her breasts sprang free. Her nipples, already puckered with need, grew tighter in the cool air.

Jason uttered a curse and sank beneath the water. Jeff remained where he was, staring at her. “The panties,” his voice was harsh, ragged. “Take the panties off. I want to see you.”

She did as he asked and Jason’s head broke the water again. Sliding her thumbs beneath the band, she slid the scrap of lace past her hips, kicking them off with the toe of one foot when they pooled at her ankles.

“Holy, mother of God,” Jason said. “Come here, sweet thing. Let us touch you.”

The few times she’d been naked with a man, they’d been in a dark bedroom and she’d been glad they couldn’t see her. But standing there in the bright lights of the pool enclosure, naked as the day she was born, she felt like a goddess. The pure masculine appreciation in their eyes sizzled through her, making her bold and daring. She stepped forward, then launched herself over their heads.

She surfaced in the middle of the pool and before she could brush the water from her eyes, two warm bodies sandwiched her between them. Blinded by chlorinated water sluicing down her face, she knew without a doubt that Jeff was in front of her, and Jason was at her back. When she cleared her eyes, she saw she was right. It was uncanny how easily she could tell them apart, and she’d been able to do it almost from the beginning.

“I’m going to kiss you,” Jeff said. Then his lips were on hers, hard, demanding, coaxing. Hands roamed her body, making her weak with need. Jason lifted the curtain of wet hair to one side and placed a hot kiss to her nape. A groan slipped from her gut to her lips and vibrated there, trapped by Jeff’s mouth. “God, you taste good,” he said. Then he was turning her in the water. “Jase, you have to taste her. My God, man, she tastes like heaven.”

She spun like a top and came face to face with Jason. Her hands came to rest on his chest a half-second before he crushed her lips beneath his. Behind her, Jeff’s hands and lips roamed every inch of her body. She couldn’t wait to know their bodies as thoroughly as they were learning hers. Her fingers trailed along Jason’s chest, over his pecs, brushing the flat discs of his nipples. She followed the contour of his muscles to his breastbone and stopped.

Jason released her lips, his eyes searching hers. “That’s the unnatural part,” he said.

“What happened?” she asked, even though she knew only one thing could produce such a scar.

“Open heart surgery when I was nine.”

“Oh my God.” She half-turned so she could see Jeff. “You too?”

“No, just Wonder Boy.”

 She ran a hand down his chest, feeling for an identical scar and found none.

“But…”

“We’re identical, but Jason was born with a defective heart. They repaired it and said he’d be okay. So far, they’ve been right. Except for the brain damage, they couldn’t fix that.”

She was having a hard time wrapping her head around what Jeff was saying, then he added the part about brain damage, and she knew he was making a joke at his brother’s expense. She laughed as Jason reached around her and slapped Jeff upside the head in a not so loving brotherly fashion.

“Hey!” she cried. “Naked woman here. Cut it out.”

Instantly, their attention returned to her. “I want to know all about it, Jason. But not right now.” Her hand skimmed lower, stopping on the softer skin of his abdomen. His rigid cock bobbed against the back of her hand. “Right now, I want to do other things.” Her fingers closed around his shaft, and his head dropped back on his shoulders with a groan. Feminine power rushed through her veins, cleansing her of any doubt about what she was doing.

“Jesus, ” Jeff said. “Let’s get out, and we’ll let you do anything you want.” He lifted her in his arms and they followed Jason out of the pool.

A large chaise occupied one corner of the room, surrounded by lush tropical plants that created an almost private oasis. Jason sprawled on his side, waiting for them, his turgid cock cradled in the palm of his right hand. He was all hard planes and angles, and simply magnificent in his nudity. He hadn’t taken the time to towel off, and water droplets slid in sparkling rivulets along the valleys of his musculature. She shivered with the realization that soon, that body, and another identical one would be hers to touch. Jeff cradled her closer.

“We’ll warm you up,” he whispered against her ear.

With each step, his cock brushed the small of her back like a matchstick striking, ready to ignite. Another shiver racked her body. There was no need to warm her up. Her insides were molten lava already, her sex, swollen and aching for their touch. If she got any hotter, she might spontaneously combust.

Jeff laid her next to Jason, then stretched out on her other side. Hands found her breasts, kneading, playing. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations. Their hands were strong, but gentle. They were rough and callused from years of playing baseball, and so masculine, it took her breath away. When they took both her breasts into their mouths, sucking greedily, desire shot through her like lightning, and she arched her back to give them better access. She wrapped her arms around them, cradling the backs of their heads in her palms and holding them there.

While her upper body strained for more, her lower half went lax. In the remote recesses of her mind, she recognized her behavior for the primitive instinct it was, but the way her hips lifted and her legs splayed in invitation was beyond her control. “Please,” she begged, still holding fast to their heads. Two hands skimmed down her body, found her swollen center and she writhed to get closer, to have more.

One firm hand settled on her abdomen, while another – Jason’s – delved between her folds and coated her outer lips and clit with her own juices. “Relax, sweetheart. Let us love you,” Jeff crooned against her ear as his hand pinioned her hips against the cushion. She opened her eyes and looked straight into Jeff’s face, hovering inches above hers. Their gazes locked. Something transpired between them in that moment. Something she didn’t understand, but something she wanted to reach for with her whole being. He looked away, and whatever it was, vanished. Had he felt it too?

Strong hands skimmed her inner thighs and pressed them up and out, exposing her most private parts, banishing whatever thoughts she had. A tongue swept over her aching flesh from anus to clit. Jeff’s hand on her abdomen held her still as Jason fit his mouth to her and began an assault on her senses she’d never thought possible.

Jeff’s tongue swept past her lips, stroked along the inside of her bottom lip, before thrusting deep. She needed oxygen, and tore her mouth away to suck in a long breath.

“Hang on, sweetheart. That feels good, doesn’t it?” Jeff’s gaze remained focused on her face, while his hand continued to control her lower body. She wanted to close her thighs around the face between her legs, but Jason’s shoulders held her spread wide. He stroked his tongue over her repeatedly, then closed his lips over her clit and sucked. Megan shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip to hold in her cries.