by Roz Lee
Megan shrugged her shoulders as best she could surrounded by so much hard male muscle. “I didn’t have to think about it. I just knew. I can’t explain it.”
“I can,” Jeff said. “It means you were meant for us.”
Meant for you, she thought, but said, “I think you might be right.” Now wasn’t the time to tell Jeff Holder she thought she was in love with him. It was an insane thought anyway. No one fell in love that fast.
* * * *
“Come to the game today.”
Megan wished she hadn’t listened to Jeff’s request as she sat among the players' wives. She’d managed to stall them for several months – though in truth she hadn’t had a day off that coincided with a home game since she’d succumbed to Jeff and Jason’s seduction. Now, everyone from the ticket-taker at the gate, to the brawny guard at the top of the seating section, to the wives seated around her, eyed her with undisguised curiosity. She tried not to squirm, but she’d never felt more like a specimen slide. At least her assigned seat was a little off to the side, rather than smack in the middle of the wives section. Nevertheless, the sidelong glances were getting to be too much. Why didn’t they just ask her who she was?
“Hi,” the perky blonde in the seat in front of her turned and flashed her perfect smile, perfect teeth, perfect boobs. “I’m Tiffany. I’m Chase Hamilton’s girlfriend. Who are you?”
Be careful what you ask for.
“Megan Long.” She tried out her relaxed, "I belong here" smile. “I’m…uhm… Jeff and Jason Holder are friends.”
Heads turned. Heat bloomed on her cheeks and spread like a riot of blood-red roses over her face and neck. She wiggled her fingers at the stunned assemblage in what she hoped was a friendly, non-threatening greeting. A few returned the gesture after looking her over from head to toe, cataloguing her assets and more likely, her deficiencies to be picked apart as soon as the "club" could schedule an emergency meeting. “Nice to meet you,” she said with as much hauteur as she could muster.
The stadium announcer saved them from replying by calling the fans to their feet for the National Anthem. Megan breathed a sigh of relief as her review board directed their attention to the pre-game festivities. No one said another word to her for the next six and a half innings. When they stood again for the seventh inning stretch, Megan was gone.
She didn’t stop walking until she got to her car in the VIP parking lot. She cranked the engine, turned the air-conditioner to arctic blast, gripped the steering wheel to steady her trembling hands and dropped her head between them. Several minutes later, she took a deep, cleansing breath and straightened. So she wasn’t part of the wives and girlfriends club. Judging from the cold reception, either Jeff and Jason lent their tickets out to a parade of women – none worthy of the other women’s time, or her presence had simply stunned them into silence. Whichever it was, she wasn’t going to hang around and find out.
* * * *
“Where did you go?” Jason asked. “I looked for you in the eighth inning and you weren’t there.”
“I wasn’t feeling well, so I left during the seventh inning stretch,” she lied.
“You didn’t see my save?” Jeff sounded like a petulant little boy.
“No. Sorry.”
“There’ll be others.” Jeff twisted the cap off the beer he’d snagged as soon as he came in and tossed the cap in the under-counter wastebasket.
“I don’t know when I’ll be able to go to another game,” she hedged.
Two sets of blue eyes studied her.
“What’s going on? Didn’t you enjoy the game?” Jason asked.
“I did, but maybe I’ll just watch them on TV from now on.”
Jeff set his bottle on the granite counter with enough force Megan expected to see beer spewing from a certain fissure. “Tell us.”
Megan cursed herself for being such a lousy actress. All the way home, she’d practiced what she would say to them so she wouldn’t have to go back again and face the "club". The more she’d thought about their reaction to her presence, the more she was convinced she was the latest in a long line of women who’d occupied that particular seat, and sooner or later the quizzing would begin. She wasn’t up to that. What could she say? “Oh yes, I’m sleeping with both of them. Yes, it’s unorthodox, but I really do care for both men.”
“Look, I’m sure the wives club was a little surprised to see someone new in your seats today, but if I go back – ”
“When you go back,” Jason supplied.
Megan glared at him and he pressed his lips tight and signaled for her to continue.
“If I go back,” she said. “I’m sure they’ll find their tongues, and I don’t have a clue how I’d answer their questions.”
“First,” Jeff said, “no one besides our parents have used those tickets since we’ve been with the Mustangs, so any curiosity on their part was because you weren’t our mother, not because of any string of women we’ve invited to watch us play.”
“Second,” Jason continued, “if you don’t go back, they’ll have a lot more to talk about. Rumors will fly for sure, but if you’re seen in our seats enough, they’ll get the idea.”
“Maybe so, but they were about to pounce today. I had to get out of there before they started asking questions I didn’t know how to answer.”
“Like what?” Jeff asked.
“I told them we were friends, but what if they ask personal questions? What would I say?”
“Tell them the truth,” Jason said. “Tell them you work at the hospital, and we come to visit the kids there. Tell them we’re friends.”
“I did tell them we’re friends, but I could see they thought there was something more.”
Jeff circled the bar and covered her shoulders with his big hands. His lips on the sensitive spot behind her ear sent a shiver of desire through her. “Tell them whatever you want, Megan. Or tell them nothing.” His tongue flicked against her pulse. “We don’t care what you tell them. It’s up to you.” His teeth grazed across the same spot, followed by another swipe of his tongue that sent liquid heat straight to her core. “You taste so damned good. Tell them to go to hell, or tell them how good it feels to have both of us inside you at the same time.”
Jason’s hand slipped around her waist, tugging until the barstool swung around so she faced him. Her breath caught in her lungs as he worked the buttons loose on her blouse and dragged her bra cups down to expose her breasts. “Tell them twins are twice as much fun,” he said, right before he sucked her right nipple into his mouth and pinched her left one between his thumb and forefinger. Her legs fell open in primitive invitation.
Jeff’s hands skimmed beneath her open collar, pushing her bra straps off her shoulders, effectively trapping her arms at her sides. Long fingers slipped beneath her breasts. He kneaded each globe as his brother continued to suck one, then the other.
Megan let her head fall back against Jeff’s solid chest and forgot all about the "club". When Jeff and Jason touched her, she could hardly remember her name, much less anything as petty as a bunch of team wives with wagging tongues. Right now, the only wagging tongues she cared about were the ones driving her out of her mind with longing.
“Please,” she begged.
“I love it when she begs,” Jason said before he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her to the granite bar. Before she could protest, she was naked and lying on the cold slab with her feet draped over Jason’s shoulders. The soft wool of his suit jacket slid against her legs reminding her that only she was naked. A surge of wicked playfulness pulsed through her veins. She heard the refrigerator open and close, then Jeff stood over her, shaking a can of whipped cream.
“Here,” he said. “Let’s decorate the pie before we eat it.”
Megan arched her back off the counter as the first squiggly string of whipped cream turned her left nipple into a snow-capped mountain.
“Beautiful,” Jason said. “Do the other one, then give it to me.”
She cried out, bucking her hips to get as close to him as she could. Jeff slid his hands beneath her head. “Watch him, sweetheart. See his tongue?”
Megan groaned. When her guys wanted to play, they could be very creative. Jason’s face was coated in whipped cream as he toyed with her clit and the slit below. His tongue flicked, stroked and delved inside. His broad shoulders supported her thighs, and his hands pillared her ass. He looked so damned sexy, all dressed up in his suit, with cream on his face – like a naughty boy at a party caught with cake on his face. It was enough to make a woman lose her mind, if not her heart.
“Here,” Jeff clasped her hands and brought them to her breasts. “Hold these for me.” He molded her palms to her breasts and pushed them together until her breasts were twin mountain peaks with snow squishing up between them and sliding down the slopes. “Fucking beautiful.”
His tongue lapped the snow slowly avalanching down the outside swell of her breast. Megan arched toward him, inviting, begging for more. Every rational thought fled, replaced by need and want. As she lay there, accepting that these two could make her forget everything, she thanked the universe for putting her in their path. Thanks to one small boy who wanted an autograph, her life had changed dramatically. She no longer questioned why Jeff and Jason wanted her – they just did, and she wanted them with every fiber of her being.
She drank in Jeff’s scent as he bent his head to her breast and suckled. Both men had sensitive skin so they used fragrance-free soaps that allowed their natural scent to dominate. Megan inhaled deeply, savoring the clean male smell that she’d come to associate with arousal. It was hard to be around them and not want them to touch her, to take her in any way they wanted. Together they could be very creative which always translated to great sex, and intense orgasms for her.
Jeff nuzzled, licked and sucked in orchestrated harmony with Jason’s attentions, and soon she felt the familiar tension building as her body spiraled closer to the edge.
“She’s close,” Jason said without breaking stride. Jeff placed a palm over her stomach, pressing her back flat against the unforgiving counter. Megan tried to move her hips, but Jason’s hold, and the pressure from Jeff’s hand held her captive.
“Come for us, Megan,” Jeff urged. His mouth closed over one aching nipple, pushing her over the edge.
The world closed in around her, and nothing existed but the ethereal plane Jeff and Jason had taken her to. Her body quaked. Her mind soared, and through it all, she felt safe and loved. The dislocation she’d felt at the stadium surrounded by the women who "belonged" didn’t matter any longer, because Megan belonged here, with Jeff and Jason.
She drifted back to reality on a cloud of sated passion to find identical faces smiling down at her. She smiled back, too content to reprimand them for making her lie on the cold granite counter. What did she have to complain about anyway? They’d given to her as they so often did, seeing to her needs before their own.
“I never get tired of seeing that,” Jason said as he rose to his feet.
Jeff eased her up to a sitting position and stroked her hair. “Me either. God, Megan, you are so beautiful when you come. It’s like watching a miracle.”
“There’s nothing miraculous about it, it’s all you two. You know me too well. I should be embarrassed that you can do that so easily.”
“Come here,” Jason lifted her off the counter. “It’s our turn, don’t you think?” He threaded his fingers with hers and drew her across the room. Jeff followed, coming up behind her to press his body fully against hers. His hands stroking from shoulder to elbow warmed her while the kisses he planted on her shoulder promised more.
Jason’s belt jangled as he undid the buckle, then slid his trousers and boxer shorts past his hips. His erection sprang free. “Touch me,” he commanded. Megan wrapped her fingers around his shaft, moving up and down in the way she knew he liked. His groan sent a surge of power through her system. They knew her body, but she knew theirs too. She had no doubt she could return the favor they’d done for her.
“Sit down, Jason. I need you.”
Jason collapsed onto the nearest chair, jerking the last few buttons of his shirt open so it gaped around his stomach. Megan turned and straddled Jason’s legs. He used his knees to open her, and with Jeff’s guiding hands, and Jason positioning her, she slid down on Jason’s cock.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” she moaned as he filled her. Jason’s hands cradled her hips, holding her in place. “Now you,” she wiggled a finger at Jeff. He stepped closer and she worked his belt loose, followed by the button on his waistband and the zipper. “Off,” she said.
She reached for his cock, but he dodged out of range. “Just a second.” He returned, shaking the can of whipped cream with one hand. With the other, he urged her lips apart.
“Open up.” He filled her mouth with the cool cream, then pushed his pants past his hips. His cock rose up in anticipation. “Take me in your mouth.”
Megan bent and closed her mouth around the head of his cock. Whipped cream squished from the corners of her lips as he gradually pushed further in. “Ah, damn, Megan. That feels good. His fingers wiped the white foam from her mouth and spread it on his cock. “You’re so damned hot, and the cream is cold. It feels fucking amazing.”
She had to agree. His cock was hot, salty steel, and the cream was cold and sweet. She never would have thought the two could be so good together.
“Now,” Jeff said, and Jason began to stroke in and out. Megan lost herself in the sensation of pleasuring them both at the same time.
Jeff cradled the back of her head in one hand, controlling her movements – sometimes going deep to the back of her throat, other times just giving her the head to play with. Once he pulled almost all the way out and coated his cock with whipped cream again before he drove all the way in. Megan lapped up the sweet concoction with her eager tongue, earning a growl from Jeff.
A blunt fingertip traced along her spine from her nape to her ass, raising gooseflesh in its wake. Behind her, Jason chuckled in the playful way she’d come to know. Jeff handed off the whipped cream to Jason. A moment later a cool glob coated her ass, followed by Jason’s exploring thumb.
Megan moaned as Jason found the entrance he was looking for and breached it with his digit. It was too much. Between Jeff filling her mouth, and Jason filling everything else, she couldn’t maintain control. Her body tensed. Jason wiggled his finger in her ass and flexed his hips, driving himself all the way to her core.
She came, contracting around the steel hard shaft inside her in rhythmic waves of ecstasy. Jason stilled as she clenched him tight. When her body relaxed its grip he flexed his hips and drove hard into her, releasing his pent-up cum with a curse.
Jeff still held her head, controlling her movements. She reached beneath her chin for his balls and tugged. He uttered a similar curse and pressed her face against his groin, erupting down her throat as he did so.
Megan smiled as Jeff released her and grabbed for the countertop to steady himself. “Damn, that was good,” he said. He leaned against the counter to catch his breath. He was the sexiest man she’d ever seen in her life, standing there weak-kneed with his tie and suit coat perfectly in place, and his wool trousers around his ankles. His cock was still at half-mast, but slowly wilting.
“I don’t think I can move,” Jason said. He shifted and his cock slid from her. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her naked back against his front. “As soon as I can walk, I’m going to take you to the bedroom. I want you to do that whipped cream in the mouth thing on me.”
“Only if Jeff gets to switch
places with you,” she teased.
“Come on,” Jeff reached for her hand and drew her to her feet. “Let’s go. Jason can bring the whipped cream.”
Megan went along, eager to have Jeff inside her again. Jason knew how to make her feel good, but what she felt when Jeff was inside her was something very different. It was as if he was made especially for her, that he completed her in some puzzling way. Sex with Jason was…just sex. But sex with Jeff was more. She liked sex with Jason, but she needed sex with Jeff. She needed to feel that connection with him, to feel him moving inside her. He touched more than her body – he touched her heart and her soul.
As he came to her in the big bed upstairs, she forgot all about the curious glances and feeling out of place. She belonged here, with Jeff. Nothing else mattered.
* * * *
“You know what to do?”
“For the millionth time, Jeff, yes.” Megan herded him toward the garage where Jason was waiting. “If you don’t hurry, Jason is going to have to drive so you won’t be late.” That got him moving faster. Jeff swore every time he rode with Jason that he’d never do it again.
“Okay, okay. I’m going.” He turned to place a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you later. Thanks for doing this.”
“I should be thanking you. If it weren’t for you, Christopher wouldn’t be alive today, much less throwing out the first pitch.” She pushed him out the door before he could launch into his usual protest when she credited him with saving Christopher’s life. No matter how much he denied it, it was true. After talking to Roxanne about her son’s illness, Jeff had put out a call to the other players throughout the Major Leagues to help find a suitable bone marrow donor. Christopher’s recovery was a direct result of Jeff’s involvement.
Megan hurried up the stairs to dress. The limousine would be here soon to pick her up, then they would pick up Christopher and his parents, and arrive at the stadium in time to meet the team before the opening ceremonies. Christopher would finally be going to the game Jeff had promised him the day he first visited him in the hospital, and Megan couldn’t be happier.