Twin Fantasies (19 page)

He picked up the phone again, realizing he hadn’t checked his messages that evening. The interrupted pattern of the dial tone told him there were messages waiting. He dialed star ninety-eight and then typed in his password code at the prompt.  Two messages. He pressed one to listen to them.  “Hello, Ryan, this is Hannah.” The voice of his assistant reminded him about a meeting at ten tomorrow morning.  He deleted the message and waited for the next.

“Hello, Mr. Leigh, this is Dr. Morgan’s office.” At the pleasant female voice, Ryan pushed himself forward, his gut tensing. He and Jenna had gone to Dr. Morgan together when she’d had some tests to ensure the pregnancy was going well. Jenna had authorized their office to contact Ryan while she was away in case there were any problems with her tests or if they needed her to return to the office.  “Would you please call the office tomorrow at your earliest convenience? The number is . . .”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

JENNA FINISHED HER herbal tea and put the mug in the dishwasher, then strolled into the living room. The late afternoon sun filled the room with warmth. Sam lay sprawled across the carpet, seemingly oblivious to Jenna’s presence.  Last night, the phone sex with Ryan had been fabulous and it had helped her feel more connected with Ryan and more secure. Loved. It had not, however, satisfied her deeper physical need.

She glanced outside at the sunshine glistening on the trees.  She felt very confused. On the one hand, she loved the deep sense of security and commitment she felt with Ryan. On the other, she loved the excitement and newness of her relationship with Jake. The two men were different, but still very much alike. She knew if she spent enough time with Jake, she could fall in love with him.

She’d spent most of the night tossing and turning, images of the incredible lovemaking she and Jake had shared two nights ago dancing through her head. The insistent need still prodded her insides. Oh, man, right now she wanted Jake inside her.

She decided she would finally try one of Jake’s gifts. She trotted into the bedroom and selected one of the books Jake had picked out for her. She returned to the living room and sunk onto the couch, then settled against the cushions, getting all cozy under a soft, plush blanket.

The book began on a pirate ship, where the sexy pirate captain threw the heroine over his shoulder and dragged her back to his cabin. When he tossed her onto his bunk and tore open her top, laying bare her glistening wet breasts heaving up and down, Jenna found her fingers sliding to her own breasts. As he pinned the heroine’s wrists over her head, Jenna slid her hand over her soft curve, then cupped her hand around it, holding the weight of her breast in her palm. As the story progressed, she slipped off her bra and dabbed at her nipples, swirling around lightly during the most erotic parts, leaving them hungry when she stopped to turn a page.  Oh, man, she was getting hot. She turned another page.  When the hero swiveled his hips forward and his rigid strength filled his captive, she remembered Jake’s rock-hard penis gliding into her. Jenna’s fingers swirled faster, then she flicked one nipple then the other, her breathing accelerating. A stroke of masculine hardness shattered the heroine’s last crumbling barrier of control and the woman could no longer deny herself.  Damn, Jenna could no longer deny her need for a penis deep inside her. Oh, God, she wanted a man driving inside her. She wanted
Jake
driving inside her. She remembered his rigid cock thrusting into her, sending her to a thrilling orgasm.  The hero pulled back and surged forward again. A sharply rising cry tore from the heroine’s throat as the hero took her to a frenzied, exhilarating release. Jenna groaned in frustration.

She nibbled on her thumbnail as she thought about the throbbing heat in her vagina and the wet pool of need collected there. Thoughts of the purple passion machine, or whatever the label on the box had called it, shifted into her brain. She chewed harder.

She glanced at the time displayed on the DVD player. Four eleven. Jake wouldn’t be home for another couple of hours.  She dropped the book on the floor, scurried into her bedroom, and ran straight to the bedside table, tugging open the drawer and grabbing the box with the long, purple penis in it.  She licked her lips. Her own personal penis.  She trotted back out to the couch, shedding her jeans, then snuggling into the blanket. She pushed the top button, as Jake had shown her. The machine started to whir. She touched the little curved bit along the side, imagining it quivering against her clitoris. She felt more moisture drip between her legs. She shoved down her panties and tried to touch the gadget to her sensitive flesh, but it curved toward the shaft of the purple penis, so she couldn’t get it to touch her there.

Damn, she’d just have to slide it inside to try it.  She placed the head of the thing against her damp slit. Oh, wow, the vibration felt wildly erotic. She pushed it in a little, then drew it out again. Gee, she could learn to like this thing.  She pushed deeper, then out, then deeper still. 
Well, here goes nothing.
She slid it all the way in. She positioned the little quivering bit against the folds around her clit.

It massaged lightly, stimulating her in a delightful way. Her head dropped back against the arm of the couch as she enjoyed the full feeling of the device inside her, the little flicker teasing her clit. Tension built inside her, an orgasm on the horizon. She waited, but it came no closer. She pumped the penis in and out, but that took the little flicker away, so she pushed it back in. She tried swiveling it around, hoping to coax the orgasm closer. No luck.

Then she remembered the other buttons. Jake had made the end spin around in a circle. She licked her lips. That sounded pretty good right now. With her fingers, she found the column of buttons on the end of the shaft, then pushed the second button. The whirring sound grew louder as the vibration surged to a higher level.

Yikes. It was too strong, too stimulating. She jabbed at the same button, but must have hit the third because the noise jumped a level and she could feel the shaft moving in erotic circles inside her, stroking her vaginal walls in an intensely arousing motion. Oh, God, it felt fabulous, but the vibration was drilling through her and the sound frazzled her nerves.  She jabbed at the buttons again, but only managed to turn up the pace of the gyrating penis. The sensations and the noise rattled her, driving her looming orgasm far, far away. She jabbed at the buttons frantically.

She heard a car door close. Oh, God. Jake must be home.  She slid the machine from inside her and jabbed the first button; the noise and the movements ceased. Thank God. But the quivering need inside her remained. Well, hell, she had a man within reach. She dropped the machine on the blanket and covered it up, then kicked her panties under the couch.  She could sneak the embarrassing evidence of her experiment away later, wrapped in the blanket. Right now, she’d keep Jake so busy, he wouldn’t even notice.

She tugged her shirt down as she ran to the kitchen. The hem covered her naked lower body. She peered out the large window as she rushed through the kitchen and saw Jake approach the door. She flung it open.

“Jenna?”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him in, shoving the door closed behind him. She threw her arms around him, capturing his mouth with hers. He dragged his mouth away.  “Jenna, do you know—?”

She locked his lips with hers, moving persuasively.  “I know I want you.” She grasped his hands and laid them firmly on her breasts, arching her back to press them deep into his palms.

She kissed him again. Explosive. Needy. Demanding.

His lips stopped protesting and started moving over hers.

“Oh, baby. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” It had been thirty-eight long hours since they’d made love and she’d missed him, too.

She tugged his shirt free from his pants, then slid her hands up underneath, over his rippled abs to his hard nipples, tweaking and toying as he ravaged her lips. His hand slid down her back, over the curved hem of her shirt. His hands slid over the warmth of bare skin. The curve of her butt.  “My God, Jenna, you’re not wearing underwear.” She found the snap on his jeans and tugged it open, then slid the zipper down. “You won’t be soon, either.” She nibbled across his collarbone with her lips, then kissed down the V opening of his shirt. With one hand she released buttons on the way down, with the other she reached inside his fly and captured his growing erection. She slid it through the slit opening in his boxers. She kissed past his navel, then her lips slipped over the dark red head of his cock.  “Sweetheart.” He sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, yes.”

His hands stroked over her head.

“Sweetie, I really need to tell you . . .”

She slid her mouth fully over him, taking his cock down her throat, then sucked sharply.

He groaned.

JAKE OPENED THE door and froze in his tracks. There, in the middle of his kitchen, was Jenna, sucking his brother’s cock deep into her mouth, his brother’s face contorting in intense pleasure.

Anger surged through him, but then, as he remembered the warm feel of Jenna’s sweet mouth moving on his own organ, the blood totally drained from his brain and flooded his cock, which twitched to life.

He watched her head bob up and down, Ryan moaning, Jake’s cock growing. It pressed tightly against his zipper. He closed the door quietly, then stroked his hand over his erection.  Jenna opened her mouth and licked Ryan from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the corona. Jake almost groaned in time with Ryan as he watched the erotic scene.  Oh, man, he knew he should be angry but his raging hormones and his desire to thrust inside Jenna’s sweet opening overrode every other emotion. Jenna wrapped her hands around Ryan’s ass and squeezed, no doubt taking him deeper into her throat.

She shifted positions, pushing herself from one knee to the other; her shirt rode up and her bare ass peeked out. As she leaned into Ryan, Jake could see a few dark curls peeking out from between her legs.

His heartbeat leaped and a strangled sound escaped before he could choke it back. Ryan, in the throes of pleasure, didn’t hear, but Jenna’s gaze shifted, and caught on his.

JENNA COULD FEEL Jake’s groin tighten and she pumped harder, squeezing him between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She shifted slightly, and heard a slight moan from across the room. Her gaze lanced sideways, and locked onto Ryan, watching her from the doorway while stroking an impressive bulge in his pants.

She stopped for a split second, then felt Jake swell in her mouth. She proceeded to squeeze and slide on his erection, her gaze still locked with Ryan’s. Warmth spurted from the hard cock within her mouth, hot and salty. She continued to pump, watching Ryan’s eyes haze over, until Jake finished ejaculating.  Slowly, she released Jake, then stood up and turned her gaze to Ryan.

“Jenna, that was so good, but—“ the man in front of her said. She turned back to face him.

“Jake, Ryan’s here,” she said.

“I can see that.”

Her blood ran cold as she realized it was the man at the door who’d responded. Her head spun around to face him.

She spun back again to face the man she’d thought was

Jake.

“You’re Ryan?”

The jeans and casual shirt. Not the clothes Jake wore when he left for the office this morning. She glanced back to Jake, who wore the dark gray slacks, white shirt with red patterned tie, and charcoal sports jacket.

“I tried to tell you, but you didn’t give me much of a chance. I’m sorry.”

He tucked his flaccid penis back into his pants and zipped up, then turned to Jake. “I didn’t mean to trick anyone here.” Jake waved his words away. “Forget it. I could get mad, but I’ve been on the other end of this. Just tell me why you’re here.”

“I need to talk to Jenna. Something’s come up.”

“But we agreed—“

“I know, but it’s important and it can’t wait.” He turned back to face Jenna.

“Jenna, it’s something I have to discuss with you alone.  You can tell Jake once we’ve had a chance to discuss it. Can we talk over dinner tonight?”

“I, uh—“

A mechanical grinding sound, followed by a cat’s hiss and a thunk, snatched her attention to the living room. Oh, no, it couldn’t be. A loud whirring sounded from the couch.  “What was that?” Jake asked as he headed to the living room.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said as she tried to scurry ahead of him, but with his long-legged stride he reached the living room doorway before her.

He stared toward the couch, a big smile claiming his lips.  She poked her head through and saw Sam sitting with one paw on the base of the purple penis, batting with her other paw at the head of the shaft as it moved in circles.  Jenna felt Ryan beside her.

“What in the world is that?”

“I’ll give you one guess,” Jake answered. “Jenna, I see you were enjoying my little gift.”

Ryan waved his hands in front of him as if he could wipe away the image of what he’d just seen.

“Okay, I’m out of here.” He turned and headed toward the door. “Jenna, I’ll check in to a hotel and call you in an hour.” Jenna raced into the living room, sending the cat running, and snatched up the purple penis. She jabbed the Off button and the wild gyrations and noise stopped. She dropped it in the blanket and nipped over a corner, covering up the device.  Jake chuckled.

She perched on the end of the couch.

“Jake, are you mad?”