Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball)

Home > Other > Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball) > Page 22
Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball) Page 22

by Lee, Roz


  “Here. Let me help.”

  She almost jumped out of her skin at the woman’s voice. Her hand automatically went to her shoulder to protect her precious computer from the woman’s grasp.

  “Megan?” she said with a half-hearted laugh when she recognized the woman beside her.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Jason asked me to come over and turn off the alarm system for you.” She reached for the laptop again, and this time Carrie handed it over. “Let me rephrase that. Jason told me to come over and turn off the alarm.” She made a face. “I honestly don’t know how you stand it, having him order you around.”

  She tugged her suitcase out, closed the trunk and followed Megan up the drive and in a side door. She followed her through a short hallway, past a laundry/utility room into a large kitchen dominated by a black granite bar.

  “He used to try that with me. I think that’s why we never got past the casual lover stage.”

  “Wait.” She grabbed the edge of the bar for support. “What do you mean, casual lover stage? You and Jason…?”

  Megan set the laptop case on the bar and put her hand over her mouth. “Oh no. I thought…well, he didn’t tell you about…us?”

  Her knees gave out, and she stumbled to the nearest barstool and sat, shaking her head. An image of Megan on her knees in front of Jason formed and wouldn’t go away. “No. No.”

  “Oh my.” She settled on the stool next to Carrie. “I’m sorry. I just assumed….” She reached her hand out, but Carrie jerked back from her. “Please, listen to me. It’s not what you’re thinking. At least I don’t think it is.”

  “You and Jason?” She couldn’t wrap her mind around it. “But…you’re married to his brother.”

  “Look, I’m sorry Jason didn’t tell you, but please, you have to believe me, it was never anything real between us and we both knew it. He’s a fantastic lover, which I’m sure you know, but I was in love with Jeff. I fell in love with him within days of meeting him, but the two of them were…overwhelming.”

  “The two of them?”

  “Um…yes.”

  She stood, not sure if she was leaving, or what. What does one do when confronted by something like this?

  “Please, don’t go. Let me explain,” Megan pleaded.

  Carrie found her tongue. “I get the picture.”

  “I don’t think you do. Please, sit down. I’ll make some tea and tell you what Jason should have told you before he asked you to—check that—ordered you to come here. That’s what he did, right? Ordered you?”

  “I don’t see that’s any of your business,” she said, proud she’d found her spine along with her tongue.

  Megan moved around the kitchen, finding the teakettle with an ease that spoke of familiarity with her surroundings. “You’re right. Sorry. It’s just that Jason can be overbearing at times. It drives me crazy.” She filled the kettle and set it on the stove before opening more cabinets to set out mugs and a selection of teabags. “He can be easy going about some things, but when it comes to sex…”

  “I don’t want to hear this,” she said, but morbid curiosity drew her back, and she resumed her seat at the bar.

  “And I don’t want to say it, but you need to hear it.” Megan placed the mugs on the bar, then leaned back against the opposite counter and crossed her arms over her baby bulge. “It’s a long story, but I met them sort of by accident, and the next thing I knew, they were seducing me. Both of them. At the same time.” She shook her head. “It was crazy. Two great looking guys…well, you’ve seen them, and they wanted me. I guess I lost my mind because before I knew it I was having sex with both of them, often at the same time.”

  Her gut clenched. Would Jason share her with another man, his brother even? She grew lightheaded thinking about it.

  “Whoa,” Megan said. “Calm down. Remember, I was in love with Jeff. Jason was…extra, I guess. He was fun. A fantastic lover, but it was never anything other than physical pleasure for him or me. It was his idea to leave the relationship. He realized I’d fallen in love with his brother even before I did. And to tell you the truth, I knew I couldn’t ever make Jason happy.”

  She paused to pour hot water into the mugs. Carrie, working on autopilot, selected a teabag and dipped into her mug.

  “I’ve never seen him this happy. It’s like you had the key to open him up or something.”

  Carrie dunked and stirred and stared at her tea, trying to process what she was hearing.

  “I’ve done things I never thought I would do, but I’m not ashamed. They are wonderful men. They have a special bond that goes beyond the twin thing. I think it goes back to when Jason was sick. They were just kids, too young to have to go through something like that. Jeff was scared to death of losing his brother, and in order to cope, he built a fantasy that included Jason. The fantasy of becoming major league ball players. They became inseparable, Jeff trying to do anything to keep his brother alive, and Jason…well, I think he was grasping at anything he could control.” She took a sip of her tea and moved around the bar to sit next to Carrie again.

  “That’s my theory. Take it or leave it.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I wasn’t the first woman they’d shared, but I don’t know anything about the others. I don’t want to know. And I’m sure you didn’t want to know about me. But I never meant enough to Jason for him to want me all to himself. It wasn’t like that with Jeff. At first, I was just someone he shared with his brother, but it wasn’t long before he wished he’d never allowed it to happen. It never will again.”

  Megan smiled and patted Carrie’s hand. “I think Jason has finally found the woman he won’t share, the one he wants all for himself.”

  Could it be true? Just this morning, he’d fucked her in front of the open window, teasing her with the idea of being watched. Would he share her with another man? “I’m not so sure,”

  “Trust me, he’s very much like his brother in many ways, and I can tell you, once Jeff made up his mind that I was his, he was like a kid on the playground guarding his toys from all the other kids. He wouldn’t let another man near me now, not even his brother. Especially not his brother.”

  Carrie didn’t know what to think, where to look. She couldn’t look this woman in the face without picturing her with Jason…and his brother. And fast on the heels of those images, were ones that shook her even more—the ones of Jason offering her to another man.

  Would he expect her to accept another man? And if he did, would she do it?

  “What are you thinking,” Megan asked, shaking her out of her thoughts.

  “Lots of things. Nothing.”

  “Has he mentioned sharing?”

  “Yes, sort of. He said he’d push my limits. That’s one of my limits.”

  Megan reached out, covering Carrie’s hand with hers. “Trust him. He’s a thoughtful lover, even if he can be a bit pushy sometimes.”

  “Pushy?” Carrie laughed. “I don’t think I’d exactly call him that.”

  Megan shrugged, “Well, I think you know him better than I do, so I’ll defer to your expertise.”

  She nodded. “Yes, I think I know him pretty well.” She sighed. “All this has taken me by surprise, I guess. I do trust him, but I need to talk to him about my feelings. I don’t want….”

  “I understand,” Megan said. “Talk to him. He loves you, and he’s a good listener.”

  * * *

  Crouched behind home plate waiting for the next pitch, Jason forced the image from his mind long enough to concentrate on the ball speeding toward his face. The batter held up, watching the ball all the way into the mitt for a strike.

  Every free second, his mind went back to his house, picturing Carrie there. She would obey him, which meant she was naked, putting her things away in his drawers, his closet, his bathroom. He couldn’t wait to get home. He’d have to remember to call the house phone to let her know he was on the way. Maybe they’d have phone sex while he drove so she’d be horny and wet when he got there
. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock inside her again. Maybe he’d rub lotion onto her ass too. It was probably still red, or at least pink from the spanking he’d given her earlier.

  Another strike for the third out.

  He moved to the dugout, unbuckling his chest protector on the way. Seated, he removed the shin guards, and gulped down several cups of water from the jug on the bench next to him. Damn, it was hot tonight. He wiped his brow on his shirtsleeve before rising to select a bat and retrieve his helmet.

  Standing in the on-deck circle, he narrowed his focus to the man at bat. Hit the ball. Just hit the fucking ball. Get on base, Tanner. Two RBI’s would be nice, and he mentally willed Tanner Reynolds to get a hit. The short stop couldn’t be counted on to knock one out of the park, but his on-base percentage was good. He had a pretty good scoring percentage, too, thanks to having Jason batting behind him in the order. Come on, Tanner. I’ll bring you in.

  Jason doubted his feeble attempts at mental telepathy would do any good. Shit, if his teammates could hear his thoughts, they’d never let him hear the end of it. Just for fun, he sent Carrie a mental message. You’re mine. All mine, angel, and I’m going to taste every inch of you when I get home. He smiled. Wouldn’t the guys on the team shit a brick if they heard that in their heads?

  The crack of lumber on leather snapped his attention back to the game in time to see Reynolds digging his way toward first base like there was a pit bull on his ass. Jason strolled to the batter’s box. This was his game. Two runs here would be a nice cushion, almost guaranteeing a win if Jeff didn’t screw up and blow the save.

  He went through his routine, scratching out a foothold for his right foot, then his left. He adjusted his junk and raised the bat to his shoulder. His cup felt two sizes too small today. It was the first time he’d played an entire game semi-hard, and if it became a regular occurrence, he’d have to find a bigger cup. This one was past being uncomfortable, but his semi-rigid state reminded him what was waiting for him at home.

  All the more reason to get this game over with. With the image of Carrie, naked, kneeling on his bed, waiting for him, he assessed the first pitch. Too low. He backed out of the box, repeating his routine once the pitcher had the ball in hand again.

  Just fucking throw me something I can hit.

  The pitch was his from the moment it left the pitcher’s hand. Jason tracked the spinning orb with the accuracy of a NASA scientist tracking an asteroid headed toward Earth. Instinct propelled his hands toward the ball, and he unleashed one hundred and eighty pounds of coiled energy along the length of the bat. The only thing that felt better than the impact of a fastball connecting with the sweet spot was his cock sliding home.

  It had taken him long enough, but he’d finally found the sweet spot he couldn’t let go of, and she was waiting for him. Trotting around the bases, all he could think about was getting home to her.

  * * *

  Long after Megan left, Carrie sat at the bar, her still packed suitcase on the floor beside her. It didn’t matter that the tea in the cup between her palms had grown cold; she just needed to hold onto something solid while the unpredictable world shifted under her feet with each new wave of uncertainty.

  Her thoughts were as unsettling as ocean currents, and equally as dangerous. She was in love with Jason, but the fact remained, she knew very little about him. Even though Megan assured her there was nothing between the two of them other than sibling affection, she found it unnerving to accept assistance from someone who had been intimate with Jason.

  Which brought up the question—how many others were out there? Thanks to Megan, she knew he had shared several women with his brother. Would he share her, too? If she believed Megan, it wouldn’t be with her husband, so who? Todd? Some stranger in a club?

  And what if someone offered him the opportunity to fuck another woman?

  She clenched the coffee mug. What right did she have to question his past or current sexual interactions? It wasn’t like she was pure either. She’d been with a few men. She’d even been with Todd and Brooke a few times. Each time, she’d walked away physically satisfied, but there’d been no emotional connection between them, and never would be.

  Megan had said that was how she’d felt about being with Jason, physically satisfied, but no emotional connection—though clearly, she loved him.

  The house phone rang, startling her. She glanced at the clock then to the phone and answering machine on the built-in kitchen desk. His voice filled the room. She shifted on the barstool. Lord, her body even reacted to his recorded message.

  She tensed, knowing what was coming next. Jason. For real.

  “Angel. Pick up if you’re there. I’m on my way home.”

  That wonderful, commanding voice made her clench her thighs together, which only made her need him more.

  “Christ. Please tell me you’re there, Carrie.”

  Hearing the vulnerability in his voice weakened her resolve, but she stopped herself before she did something stupid, like run to pick up the phone to reassure him she was there. If she did, he’d give her instructions on how he expected to find her when he walked in the door, and until they got a few things straight, she couldn’t let herself be influenced by his voice or the promise of the best sex she’d ever had.

  Coming to his house had been a big step. Hell, he’d practically ordered her to move in. Megan had showed her the empty drawers in his dresser and where she could hang her clothes in his closet. She’d mentioned that Jason had bought the house after she and Jeff were married. That ruled out her possessions occupying the empty space. But had he made room specifically for her, or had some other woman’s belongings recently been there?

  She had to know where she stood. Perhaps she’d just fallen in love with the great sex. Lord knew, it was almost enough to live on, but she wanted there to be more.

  Her head spun. There was more, she knew it, but everything was all jumbled in her head and her heart where he was concerned. Things were moving too fast after months of slowly getting to know each other as lovers.

  She didn’t know where her insecurities were coming from. Yes, she did. She’d been blind, and blindfolded for so long, she’d never considered other women in his life. She’d never asked about them, and he’d never said. Now, not only was she confronting vague shadows of his past lovers, but an actual one—one he considered a friend, one who’d become part of his family. Megan seemed like a nice person. She even seemed to genuinely want Carrie to work things out with Jason.

  No wonder she couldn’t make her feet budge. He was asking her to take a lot on faith. Until she got some answers, she’d keep both her suitcase and her jeans zipped.

  * * *

  “Shit.” Talking to his own fucking answering machine. What a pisser. Maybe she was in the shower, or better yet, up to her nipples in the giant Jacuzzi tub in his bathroom. Or maybe she wasn’t there at all. Tomorrow he’d reactivate the cell phone he gave her, or at the very least find out what the hell her phone number was so he could reach her.

  The drive seemed to take forever, as if the roads had somehow stretched since he’d driven them a few hours ago, or perhaps time slowed. Either way, he was aware of every heartbeat, every breath. He was adrift on a dark ocean all alone, where home and the woman he loved were nothing more than wishful thinking. He knew about anxiety. Had known sheer terror facing the best pitchers in the league in clutch situations, but he hadn’t felt this alone, this terrified since he was a kid.

  Halfway home he convinced himself he’d screwed up, though he didn’t have a clue what he’d done to scare her away. With each mile that registered on the odometer, he considered altering his course to her place, then thought better of it. Maybe he was wrong and she was there. His thoughts bounced back and forth between she was and she wasn’t faster than a ping pong ball in a championship tournament, so when he finally pulled into his driveway and saw the lights on in his house and her car in his driveway, he almost wept with relief.


  He tossed the duffel containing his dirty underwear into the laundry room and hung his keys on the hook next to the side door. Following the light spilling from the kitchen, his body thrummed with anticipation.

  “Angel,” he said, stepping into the kitchen.

  She turned her head, but her posture was rigid, and if she held that mug any tighter she would crush it into dust. He took it all in, reading the signs. Her suitcase beside her, the fact that she was dressed and kept her body turned from him, shutting that part of herself away. Her full lips were nothing more than a pale slash across her face, and though there weren’t any tears, the puffiness around wary eyes suggested there might have been some earlier.

  His gut clenched. Had he caused this? If so, he had no idea how.

  Aware he was treading through a minefield, he weighed his options. He could walk in as her master and order her to tell him what was wrong. He could get it out of her, even if it meant hours of patient attention to her body. His other option, and the one he leaned toward, was to simply ask like any other clueless guy would.

  Just step on the damned landmine and let it blow you to kingdom come. Get it over with.

  Chapter Twenty

  “What’s wrong?” he asked from his strategic position near the exit.

  “Megan told me about you…and her…and Jeff.”

  Kaboom!

  There it was, the explosion that rocked his world—not her words, but the single tear sliding down her cheek. Damn. It wasn’t one of those artful tears, designed to manipulate, but a tear straight from her heart. He thought he’d been doing her a favor, not telling her everything, but all he’d done was hurt her. The question was, had he done irreparable damage?

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, her voice small and unsure, and more deadly than any bullet.

  He wanted to cross the room, take her in his arms, and tell her it would be okay, but he wasn’t sure he believed it himself.

 

‹ Prev