Inside Heat (6 page)

“Don’t hold it in, darlin’. Let us hear you. We want to know what you’re feeling.” Jeff’s words released her from her self-imposed modesty, and when Jason’s tongue delved into her vagina at the same time Jeff lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, she flew right out of the atmosphere. Her scream echoed off every hard surface in the room.

She had no idea how long she drifted in space. It might have been seconds, or hours. It didn’t matter, for when she became aware of her surroundings once again, the warmth that had caressed one side of her body was gone, but replaced by a similar one on the other side. She opened her eyes to find Jason hovering over her. “You taste like honey,” he said. Moisture glistened on his full lips and chin. “Here, let me show you.” Fingers framed her jaw, turning her face to his. He dipped his head, covering her lips with his. She groaned at the taste of herself on his lips and tongue. It was wicked and arousing. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, searching for the unique taste of Jason combined with her own flavor.

God, he tasted like the finest wine, and she was well on her way to being intoxicated when a hot, wet tongue swept the sated flesh between her legs. Jason trapped her cry with his mouth while one strong hand pressed against her abdomen, holding her in place for his brother, just as Jeff had done for him.

“Relax,” he whispered against her ear as he held her close to his chest. “Let Jeff take you there too.” Like she had a choice, surrounded by two hard male bodies – one, half cradling her upper torso against his, the other between her legs, his arms wrapped securely around her thighs, and his mouth fused to her secret flesh. She’d just had the most powerful orgasm of her life, and didn’t think she could achieve anything close for a long time, but Jeff was as skilled as his brother, and soon she found the desire mounting again.

He took his time, stroking, sucking, thrusting his tongue into her. He played her clit like a fine instrument, flicking his tongue lightly over it, then sucking it into his mouth until she thought she might die from the pleasure. His teeth nipped at the swollen nub and stars burst behind her eyelids at the sharp pain. “No!” She cried out, and bucked against Jason’s restraining hand. Jeff released her clit, bathing the tender tissue with his tongue before capturing it between his lips and gently rolling. “Oh God,” she sighed at the exquisite pleasure accentuated by the brief bite of pain.

She was still reeling from the taste of pleasure/pain when Jeff shifted, lifting her hips off the cushion. He thrust a finger deep inside her. Jason cradled her closer. She felt more than heard his soothing words vibrating through his chest. Then another finger filled her. Her breath came in short, insufficient pants as Jeff worked her pussy, finding the spot inside that promised heaven. She whimpered when his fingers left her.

He drew a slick line south to her other hole and she tried to clench against his exploration. Jason’s hand on her abdomen stroked and soothed as he crooned unintelligible words to her. No one had ever touched her there. Her brain said no, but her body heated as Jeff continued his gentle exploration. His hands stroked her ass cheeks, soothing and reassuring before his fingers returned to find more lubrication. She forgot to breathe as he probed the tight little hole.

Jason relaxed his hold on her and she sighed in relief. “Breathe, Megan. Jeff won’t hurt you.” He stroked her hair with his free hand. “This is your first time?”

She knew what he meant, her first time to… She nodded her head, embarrassed to look at Jeff there, between her legs, and afraid her voice would falter if she tried to speak.

“He’s only going to try one finger tonight,” Jason explained. “One of these days, we hope to both have you at the same time.” She remained silent as Jason explained and Jeff continued to lubricate her with her own juices. “Nod if you understand.” She nodded. “Good. Nod again if you want to try this tonight.” She nodded again and as she did, Jeff pressed one finger past her tight barrier.

Her heart stopped, and every muscle in her body turned to mush. She’d never felt so weak, so vulnerable in her life. Jason crooned something else before he bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Jeff’s finger took up a rhythmic pumping, then his mouth closed over her clit and it was as if she’d been launched into space on the back of a missile – without benefit of oxygen. Her world exploded as her body soared through the maelstrom – straight into heaven.

Chapter Six

She woke alone and naked in the giant bed. Used to late nights followed by early mornings, she wasn’t surprised to find the sun was just a blush on the horizon. After giving her the most amazing night of her life, Jeff and Jason walked her to her room, saw her tucked into bed, and left. She’d gone to sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Now, in the deep purple pre-dawn haze, she let the night replay in her mind. They’d seen to her needs, created some she didn’t know she had, and left her exhausted and weak. Her body still sang with the memory of recent use, but she couldn’t remember ever feeling so…

She searched for the right word. Loved? No, but close. Jeff and Jason didn’t love her, but the way they’d handled her, like she was special, cherished. That was it, cherished. They hadn’t really asked to do the things they did to her, but they’d given her every opportunity to stop them. And now that she thought about it, neither one of them had…

No, there had been no intercourse. She was sure of that. Everything that happened last night had been for her. Not that they hadn’t enjoyed giving her pleasure. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe men didn’t gain satisfaction from mastering a woman’s body, but doing so without reaching climax themselves wasn’t the norm. You didn’t have to be overly experienced sexually to know that.

By the time they’d walked her to her room, she would have taken them to her bed without a second thought, but they hadn’t asked. They hadn’t even acted as if they expected it. What was with that?

She spied her overnight bag sitting inside the door and remembered Jason carrying it up the stairs for her while Jeff held her steady. She pulled one of the extra pillows over her face and groaned into it. No way would she have made it up the stairs without Jeff’s support. Her knees – no, all her joints had been lifeless when they were done with her. Even now her body felt euphoric, and well used. It was a feeling she could get used to, very quickly.

Someone had stocked the bathroom with towels and some toiletries that bore the logo of an expensive hotel chain. No doubt the tiny bottles had been snatched by one of the brothers on a road trip with the team, but as she lathered her hair in the shower she was grateful for their thoughtfulness. The shower was luxurious and like the bed, built to accommodate either one giant, or three humans of reasonable proportions. Water sluiced down her back as she raised her face to the spray and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Saying Jeff and Jason were built in reasonable proportions might be understating things. She hadn’t had much time to examine their bodies, but what she’d seen, and touched, had her rethinking her estimate. She’d managed to wrap her hands around them for a brief time, but it hadn’t lasted long. They’d both allowed her to play for a minute, no more, before they’d lifted her hand and started in on making her lose her mind again.

She dressed in the jeans and T-shirt she’d brought for the day, towel-dried her hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. Her hosts had thought of the basics, but apparently, that didn’t include a hair dryer. She hastily dabbed on some mascara, and patted some balm on her lips, still tender from the previous night’s workout. Her reflection in the gilt-framed mirror gave her pause. What was she doing here? She straightened and looked around the custom-built bathroom. A chill swept through her, and she had to clutch the counter to keep from falling.

They’d planned to have a relationship with a woman. One woman. Even though they’d said as much, it really hadn’t sunk in. Until now. They’d had the house built with this in mind. Megan made her way to the door and leaned against the doorjamb, studying the bedroom as if she’d never seen it before. The custom bed, the dimensions of the room all made sense now, and the chill shivering through her body turned to a cold, hard lump of apprehension.

What were they looking for, really? Had they brought her here hoping the house, their wealth, the luxurious lifestyle would seduce her into becoming… What? Being kept as someone’s sex toy wasn’t anything she’d ever dreamed of.

Sure, she’d hoped one day to find the right man, someone who respected her, someone who would applaud her accomplishments, and love her. That part was essential – the love part.

But this wasn’t about love. This was about sex. And she was virtually their prisoner here. Apprehension gave way to anger, at herself for not insisting on driving herself, and then for agreeing to come in the first place. This wasn’t her. She didn’t let men run her life, and she wasn’t desperate enough for sex, no matter how good it was, to give up everything she’d worked for to be someone’s live in plaything.

She grabbed her overnight bag and opened the door. The sun had risen enough to illuminate the sitting room through the skylights. The doors to Jeff and Jason’s rooms were closed with no telltale sliver of light showing beneath them. They’d be up soon, or so they’d said. They had a one o’clock game, which meant they had to be at the stadium in a few hours. Since her only choices were to steal a car, or wait for them to get up and arrange for her transportation home, she banked her anger and headed for the kitchen. Coffee would go a long way toward calming her nerves.

She’d barely noticed the kitchen the day before. Now, she took the time to admire it. Someone who knew what they were doing had designed it. Acres of granite-topped counters and custom cabinets flanked restaurant-quality appliances. They might not do much cooking, but it wasn’t because they lacked the facilities. Any gourmet chef would be happy to call this kitchen home.

Megan opened a few cabinets before she found a box of tiny, foil-covered plastic cups that said they were coffee. More searching produced a fancy coffee maker designed for their use. It took some experimentation and a few false starts before she figured out how to use the machine, but once she had a cup in her hands, and caffeine surging through her system, she began to calm.

She would just tell them she wanted to go home, and that would be that. They wouldn’t hold her to staying any longer, especially after she told them she wasn’t going to be their plaything. She wasn’t into playing house with them, or anyone else.

The same pantry where she’d found the coffee also yielded a box of cereal, but the refrigerator cleverly disguised as a cabinet held a case of beer and half a twelve pack of sodas – not diet, she noticed, and no milk. She popped another coffee disc in the machine and settled on a barstool with the remains of her first cup of coffee and the box of cereal. Ordinarily, she would have poured the cereal into a bowl, even if she wasn’t going to pour milk over it, but she doubted the guys would care if she ate it straight from the box.

She was still there, munching handfuls of dry cereal and washing it down with coffee when Jeff and Jason came downstairs. Bare-chested, but wearing cartoon character boxers, they looked like overgrown boys with their sleepy, unshaven faces.

“Good morning,” they said in unison, stopping to place a kiss on her cheek as they went past her. In a better mood since the infusion of legal stimulants – caffeine and sugar – Megan watched as the pair shuffled around the kitchen in silence, opening cabinets and staring at the empty shelves as if they expected an elf had stocked them overnight. Jeff snatched a coffee packet and fumbled with the coffee maker while Jason grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and joined her at the bar. He grabbed the box of cereal and helped himself to a handful. They both watched Jeff. After a few grumbled curses aimed at technological advances, he finally managed to coax a cup of java from the machine and joined them at the bar.

Maybe it was the coffee, or the crunchy sugar-coated cereal, but something inside her softened. If this were seduction, or even an attempt to convince her to make the relationship permanent, then she’d eat the cereal, box and all. Obviously, they weren’t morning people. Their hair stood out at odd angles, and up close she could see creases on Jeff’s face from his pillow. Jason yawned, scratched the scar on his chest and farted. Megan smiled, even as she scooted her barstool further away.

“Hey, we’ve got company,” Jeff scolded.

“Sorry,” Jason grunted before he repeated the cereal, soda routine.

 “Don’t mind me,” Megan said, reaching for the cereal box. “Do you always live like this?”

“Like what?” Jeff asked.

“Like you don’t live here? How do you exist without any food?”

“I told you. We eat out. Jase can’t cook for shit, and I’m not much better.”

“Why don’t you hire someone to cook for you?”

“Tried that,” Jason said. A big belch followed, then he continued. “She thought we should keep regular hours, and when we explained we didn’t have any control over the game times, or which ones were out of town, she quit. Said it was too much trouble.”

“We only have Danni now. She keeps the laundry done, and the house clean.”

“Look, guys,” she waited until she had their attention. “I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m not interested.” They needed a keeper, someone to look after them. As touching as this was, she wasn’t going to become their keeper any more than she was going to be their plaything. “I need to go home. Can you call a car for me?”

Two sets of identical blue eyes stared at her and she fought the urge to pat her head to see if her hair looked as bad as theirs did. Slowly, sleep left their faces and she knew she had their full attention.

“You have a game today, and I need to get home. I have stuff to do,” she lied.

“We thought you were going to stay until tomorrow,” Jason said.

“Why do you want to go?” Jeff asked.

“Look, I don’t know what you expect from me. It’s clear you’ve given a lot of thought to sharing…a woman. You have the room set up, and everything, but I don’t think I’m the woman you want.”

“Why do you think that?” Jeff asked. His coffee sat forgotten in front of him now.

“I can’t do this.” She waved her hands around to indicate…something. “I’m not going to give up my career to be your plaything, or to be your keeper. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I was interested in that kind of arrangement.”

Silence rang through the kitchen like a death knell. Jeff and Jason didn’t move, didn’t take their eyes off her. This wasn’t going well. Not at all. The coffee maker beeped and she almost jumped out of her skin. Finally, Jeff spoke.

“It was never our intention for you to be either. If we wanted those things, we can afford to buy them.” Megan flinched as the barb struck home. Wasn’t that what she really objected to, the thought that they were trying to buy her…services? Jeff motioned to a row of keys hanging on the wall next to a short hallway. “Pick any car you like. The keys are labeled. We’ll send someone to pick it up later.”

Oh boy. She’d struck a nerve, and Jeff had struck back with enough hurt in his voice to make her wish she’d never come in the first place. His dismissal should have made wings grow on her feet, but instead, her heart sank like a lump of lead, anchoring her to the spot.

“Wait,” Jason said. “Don’t go.”

He punched Jeff in the arm. “Apologize, dickhead. Unless you’re trying to make her go, and I know you don’t want that anymore than I do.”

Why wasn’t she halfway down the driveway now? Everything reasonable inside her said she should grab a set of keys and get the hell out, but another part of her wouldn’t let her leave. Not like this anyway. “Why don’t you tell me what, exactly, you want from me?”

“I sure as hell don’t want you to be our keeper.” Jeff said the last word with enough scorn to make it clear he’d objected to her use of the word. “We do fine by ourselves. We don’t pay for sex, and we don’t bring women here. If we wanted a
keeper
, we’d advertise for one. What we want is you. I said it before. We want to get to know you, and not just in bed. We like you, and we respect your job. We’d never ask you to give it up to cook and spread your legs for us. Frankly, I’m insulted you think that’s what we asked you out here for.”

“Megan, if you choose to be with us, we’ll hire a cook – or at least buy some groceries. Honestly, we aren’t home enough to even notice we don’t have any. When it’s just us, it’s easier to eat out. Stay today. You’re welcome to use one of our cars while we’re gone. Or better yet, come to the ballpark. We’ll talk after the game. Promise.” He held his hand up in a Scout pledge, but he didn’t look like any scout she’d ever seen. Scouts didn’t look dangerous, and Jason Holder was dangerous. All her woman parts new it.

“You said we’d talk last night, and I don’t remember a lot of that going on.”

“Don’t take your clothes off tonight,” Jeff said.

“Okay, I guess I’m as much to blame for the lack of conversation as anyone, but there’s one thing I’m curious about.”

“And what would that be?” Jeff asked.

“Last night…why didn’t you…I mean…why didn’t we…”

“Fuck? Are you wondering why we didn’t fuck you?”

A heated flush crept up from her neck to her hairline. Jeff was being deliberately crude. “Yes, that’s what I’m asking.”

“We didn’t have any condoms,” Jason said. “We’re going to be busy this afternoon, but if you go out, stop and pick some up, will you?”

“You really weren’t expecting to have sex last night, were you?”

“No. We thought you were coming here to talk about a possible relationship with us, one that would include sex, when you were ready for it. Not before.”