Inside Heat (8 page)

“You’re so damned tight,” Jeff said between her legs, looking up to meet her eyes. Hunger and need blazed through her, and she relaxed in Jason’s embrace. “That’s it,” Jeff crooned, “let me in.” Another finger joined the first one and Megan tensed again.

“Tomorrow, think of us. Imagine how it will feel to take both of us inside you at the same time,” Jason said as Jeff inserted another finger and began to work her tight muscles. “I can’t wait to fuck your ass, and your pussy. I want all of you. We want all of you,” Jason said as Jeff took her clit between his teeth and tugged.

When she’d floated down from the heavens, she noticed the fullness where Jeff’s fingers had been. “Wear this tonight,” he said. He flicked the knob protruding from her ass and her pussy creamed as the sensation vibrated through her. “We’ll take it out and put it back in several times throughout the night so you get used to wearing it.” He produced an array of plugs in sizes varying from the small one she wore to a big one she was sure would injure her if they tried to insert it. “They’ll get bigger and bigger until you think you’ve had enough.”

 They’d done it too. All through the night, they used her body in tender ways, bringing her to climax over and over again. Sometimes she came with one of the butt plugs in, sometimes without. Each plug became progressively larger and heavier, and by morning, she had taken the largest into her with ease. It was this one she’d brought home with her.

“Wear it while we’re gone, and think of us, think of how much better it will be to have a cock there,” Jason had said.

The water grew cold, and Megan reached up to turn it off, remaining on the tile floor until she thought her legs could hold her.

That day, her shift at the hospital seemed as if it would never end. Her leg muscles ached, her nipples screamed like fire and her pussy and anus throbbed with remembered pleasure, and pleasure denied. Two days later, she took her dinner break in Christopher’s room and watched part of the Mustangs game with him. She’d bought a book,
Baseball for Dummies
, and studied it whenever something happened she didn’t understand, and that was more often than she cared to admit.

After four days, she gave in and inserted the butt plug after she’d showered and curled up in bed to read. They called her on the fifth night. The team had a day off in Seattle, and they said they wanted to hear her voice. Their conversation had been like she imagined lovers of long standing would carry on. They said they missed her, they wanted only her, and then they asked about her work, and Christopher, specifically. She told them what she could without giving away confidential information, then they asked about what she did in her free time. She told them about the baseball book she’d bought, and they laughed good-naturedly at her attempt to learn the game.

They told her stories about their travel experiences, and spoke of the games as if they were boring business meetings. She almost told them about the butt plug, that she was now wearing it at night, but something held her back. They promised to call again when they could, and as she hung up, she choked back the words she longed to say.

She missed them so damned much. She filled her free time studying every book about baseball she could find, and watching whatever game was being televised.

They called again two days later. Their road trip was ending, and they’d be home in another two days. She wished she’d asked them to Skype her so she could see their faces when she answered their unspoken question. Would she be there when they got home?

The question had hung over their time apart like the blade of a guillotine. If she said no, the relationship would be severed. Jeff and Jason would not push her to do something she didnot want to do, but if she said yes…her life would change beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

They’d exhausted all the usual areas of conversation, and a dark silence sounded over the phone line. Megan knew they were waiting for her to answer the question.

“What time does your plane get in?” she asked. It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was answer enough. She smiled at the audible sighs on the other end of the line. They’d been afraid she would say no. Her heart clenched and she wiped tears from her cheeks. They’d only known each other a few weeks, but she couldn’t imagine her life without them now. And everything they’d promised to do to her body, things she’d never thought possible, she craved now with every fiber of her being.

“Six o’clock,” Jason said. “There’s a key under the mat.”

Chapter Eight

Megan put away the groceries she’d brought. If she were going to spend any time at all with Jeff and Jason, she wasn’t going to starve. Number one on her list was laying down some ground rules, the least of which was, she wasn’t going to be their housekeeper, cook or – heaven forbid – their mother. She was pretty sure they weren’t thinking in those terms, but these days it was acceptable for a woman to voice her expectations up front, and that’s exactly what she intended to do.

“Wow. What’s all this?” Jeff asked as he and Jason dragged their suitcases through the kitchen.

“It’s food,” Megan said, transferring a steaming casserole from the oven to the island. “Don’t get used to it.”

Jason parked his suitcase near the door and hopped onto a barstool. Jeff wasn’t far behind. “This is the second time you’ve cooked for us,” Jason said as he looked appreciatively at the food. “It would be real easy to get used to it.”

Megan brought another dish to the island and her gaze locked with Jeff’s. Unlike his brother, Jeff wasn’t focused on the food, he was focused on her. “You look good enough to eat,” he said.

“Thank you.” Megan felt a flush creep over her face that had nothing to do with the heat from cooking and everything to do with the way Jeff made her feel every time he looked at her. “I enjoy cooking, but as I said, don’t get used to it.” She poured glasses of homemade lemonade for each of them before taking a seat at the far end of the bar so she could see them both. “I made dinner tonight because I wanted to talk to you, and I thought the best way to get you to listen was to fill your mouths with food.”

She scooped the casserole onto plates and passed them to Jeff and Jason before filling her own plate. Once they were settled with full plates in front of them, she resumed. “I’ve given this arrangement a lot of thought.” Two identical sets of eyes turned to her. “Go ahead. You can eat while we talk.” She waited until they had their mouths full before she continued. “I know you said all you wanted was sex, and I think I’ve come to terms with that, but I want to make my expectations clear.”

Jeff swallowed, then washed it down with half a glass of lemonade. “Okay. We’re listening.”

“Good. I won’t be the cook or the maid. I won’t pick up after you, and I won’t do your laundry. I’m not your servant or your mother. If you want those things, I’m not the woman to give them to you.”

“We aren’t looking for any of those things, especially the mother part.” Jason shuddered at he said the last part. “Did we do anything to give you that impression?”

“No. No you didn’t,” she admitted. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page here before…well, before we…”

“Fuck?” Jason said.

“I was going to say, get intimate, but I guess it’s a bit late for that.”

“We understood what you meant, didn’t we?” Jeff elbowed Jason in the ribs.

“Yeah, we understood.”

“Second, I’m not going to move in with you.” They both sat up straighter and looked at her.

“Why the hell not?” Jason asked.

“Because, I’m not ready for that. I have a life. A job. An apartment. And I don’t know what I would do with myself when the two of you are gone. For now, I’ll spend time with you here when I can, but that’s all I’m willing to do. For now,” she added.

Jeff and Jason looked at each other, then back at her. “Okay,” Jeff said. “But we want you to know you can change your mind at any time.”

Megan inclined her head in acknowledgment. “Understood.” She took a sip of lemonade to calm her nerves and allow herself another second or two before she said the rest. “I know you both said you were looking for a long-term relationship, but I’m under the impression you mean a strictly sexual relationship – nothing more. Am I correct?”

“More or less,” Jeff confirmed. “I’d like to think we’re friends, and that we can become better friends.”

“Friends.” She let the idea roll around in her head for a moment. “Yes, I think we’re already friends, of a sort. I just don’t know if it’s possible for me to have the kind of sexual relationship you want without becoming more emotionally involved. I don’t have any experience with this kind of arrangement.”

“What, exactly, are you saying?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know, exactly. I’ve never been in a strictly sexual relationship. I guess I’m wondering what happens if it becomes something more…serious.”

“It’s already serious,” Jeff said. “If you think it isn’t, then we haven’t conveyed the right message. We never would have invited you to join us if all we wanted was physical gratification. That’s a part of it, for sure, but we could get that with anyone. We want more from you, Megan. We want you to be a part of our lives. How much you’re willing to give is up to you. We’re hoping it will be a lot more than just your body, lovely as it is.”

Suddenly, her stomach felt like a rock and she couldn’t eat another bite. Did Jeff mean they might develop feelings for her over time? Did they hope she would reciprocate? It was crazy the way she yearned for it to be true, and the absurd thought that perhaps it already was true, at least on her part.

“Well then…I’ll need tests. I won’t sleep with you until you’ve been tested. I took the liberty of bringing my test results. We have to be tested every six months – hospital regulations.”

“Not a problem. We both got tested a few weeks ago. You’re welcome to look over the results,” Jason said.

“Oh. Well.” She was stammering. She really hadn’t expected them to have been tested…unless…. “Was there a particular reason you had the tests done?”

“No particular reason,” Jeff said. “We have annual physicals as part of our contract with the Mustangs. There is always the option to be tested and we took advantage of it. You know…better safe than sorry. We have the test results for the last five years, if you’re interested.”

“That’s good. The latest results will be enough.”

“I’ll get ‘em,” Jason said. He slid off the barstool and before Megan could organize her thoughts, he was back, sliding two sheets of paper at her. She perused them with a critical eye, found what she wanted – and a few more things she didn’t have the right to know.

“You both need to seriously work on your cholesterol levels,” she said with a grin.

“Thanks, Nurse Megan,” Jeff said. “What do you suggest?”

“A healthy diet, and plenty of exercise?” she quipped.

“And what kind of exercise do you have in mind?” Jeff’s voice had lost all humor. It was now or never. She’d opened the door to more, and if she backed out now, she’d lose more than great sex – she’d lose two friends.

“I have some ideas, but first I want to get to know you better.” They both opened their mouths to protest, but Megan continued before they could get the words out. “That didn’t come out right. What I mean is, I want to get to know your bodies better. You’re very much alike, but there are subtle differences. So, this is what I have in mind...”

A few minutes later, Megan watched as Jeff and Jason removed their clothing. Jason tossed his impatiently aside, while Jeff took the time to fold and stack his. Her mouth watered as acres of smooth skin came into view, one section at a time. It was almost too much to take in all at once, but she’d asked for this, and she wasn’t going to back down now.

“Those too,” she wiggled her finger to indicate the last stitches of clothing – well filled out briefs. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen them before, but this was different.

“Okay, but how long is this going to take?” Jason groused. “I’m already hurting here.”

“Not long, I promise. I just want to familiarize myself with your bodies. I’m sure there are differences.”

“He has a big-assed scar on his chest,” Jeff pointed out as he folded the last garment and added it to the stack he’d made on the dresser.

“I know that, but there has to be more. How else can you explain how I knew you apart that day you came to the hospital?”

Broad shoulders shrugged as they considered the inexplicable truth. She had been able to tell them apart even when they weren’t side by side, and now she had the chance to examine them closely with the goal of being able to distinguish between them with her eyes closed. She’d yet to let them in on that part, but she would soon enough.

“Go ahead then,” Jeff said.

She stood back as far as the confines of her bedroom would allow. At first glance, they were indeed identical, but as a nurse, she was trained to observe carefully. She studied the outlines of their bodies, noting the subtle difference in the curve of their shoulders and thighs. Moving closer, she noted how Jeff’s right shoulder was somewhat stronger than his left. His pitching arm. It made sense. She stepped closer and placed her hands on his shoulders. His skin burned beneath her palms.

* * * *

Her hands on him were the purest form of torture. Jeff craved her touch, but at the same time refraining from grabbing her and returning the favor took more control than facing any batter in the league.

“This shoulder is larger than the other,” she observed. “Let me see your arms.” He held his arms out and she ran her hands along the corded muscles from shoulder to wrist. “So strong, but the muscles of your right arm are more defined than your left.” Wrapping her fingers around his wrists, she turned his hands palm up. She examined the left one first, then the right. “Just as I thought, the fingers of your right hand are more callused than your left.” She took her time studying his right hand, learning every callus with first her fingertips, then her lips. Jeff jerked to attention as she sucked his index finger into her mouth.

“Christ, Megan,” he hissed.

“Shh,” she whispered. “You said I could look all I want. That’s what I’m doing.”

“What about me?” Jason said.

“You’re next. Don’t worry. I’ll give you all my attention in a few minutes.” She dropped Jeff’s right hand back to his side and continued her leisurely inspection. He groaned as she traced his pectorals with her index finger, stopping to tease and lick the flat copper discs there. His dick leapt to attention, straining for her to taste it as well.

“No touching yourself,” she scolded when Jason took his cock in hand. “Tonight is my night. I’ll do all the touching.”

Jeff understood his brother’s torment. It was all he could do to remain still, and if his cock got any harder he could use it as a battering ram.

“Then come on woman,” Jason urged. “Touch me.”

“Soon, I promise.”

Jeff had been through dozens of physicals, but nothing compared to this slow, torturous exploration. Megan’s deft fingers found every nerve ending, touching, stroking until his skin was on fire and his dick throbbed with his rapid heartbeat. She pushed his legs apart so his balls hung free while she trailed her hands over his back. He locked his knees to remain upright when she slid a finger between his ass cheeks, then lower. His balls drew tight as she explored him from behind.

“You’re going to have to stop – unless you want to see me come,” he warned with the last bit of sanity he had.

Her hands left him and he forced his muscles to relax. Too bad his dick wasn’t paying attention. It was still bobbing like an eager puppy begging for scraps. She’d touched everything but his cock, and that part of his anatomy was none too happy about it.

* * * *

Jason didn’t know which was going to explode first, his head or his dick. Watching Megan’s hands covering every inch of his brother was killing him, imagining how it would feel when she got to him. And when she did, her hands were silk, fluttering over his skin, igniting fires wherever she touched.

He couldn’t care less that his shoulders were equal in musculature or that his forearms were thicker than Jeff’s. She ignored the scar on his chest, instead, flicking her tongue over his nipples as she had with Jeff. He thought she made some comment afterwards, but her tongue on him short-circuited his auditory system. He couldn’t hear, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. But he could feel, and that was enough to drive him insane. He had to have her. Had to spend as much time learning her body as she was his. It was only fair.

“Megan.” He forced her name through clenched teeth.

“Almost through here,” she said from behind him. He couldn’t help but squirm when she explored his ass, then his balls. Thank God, she was a nurse because he was going to have a heart attack if she didn’t stop the torture soon.

* * * *

Megan smiled to herself as she fondled Jason’s balls. Telling the twins apart wasn’t going to be easy, but if she kept her wits about her, she should be able to do it. There were enough subtle physical differences to distinguish one from the other – under the right circumstances. The real test would be telling them apart without benefit of sight. If this relationship were going to work, she couldn’t think of them as one, she had to learn what made them individuals and respond to them accordingly. As alike as they were, they were two different people, two different men who would be touching her.

Her trained eye noted their rapid breathing and the flush of their skin. She had to give them credit for the control they exhibited while she learned their bodies. Other than the one time Jason had twitched, they had remained statue still, but it was time for that to come to an end.