Life without Brock would be a lot more boring.
We walk down the sidewalk on Coach’s street which is mostly quiet and dark, the streetlights spaced far apart. When we’re almost to his lot, a fast-moving figure in white cuts across the lawn to us.
Megan’s cheeks are flushed and she’s giggling. “I can’t believe I just did that!” she whispers. Her dark red curls are loose, framing her glowing face. Right at this moment, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her expression goes serious for a second, her eyes widening as she looks between Brock and me, but then she smiles again. “I feel like I’m back in high school,” she says.
“Were you a bad girl in high school?” Brock asks. He tucks her under his arm and we head for the truck.
“Well, let’s just say it’s not the first time I’ve crawled out of my bedroom window.”
I glance at her as we pass under a light. She looks different than earlier, brighter and more carefree. Still megasexy, though, in a tight, white t-shirt and faded jeans that cling to her every curve.
I glance back at Coach’s house. “Our mom’s still here?”
A shadow passes over Megan’s face. “Can we please not talk about that?” When I nod, she reaches out and rubs my arm and then slides her fingers down and takes hold of my hand.
I know my brother gets off on the forbidden aspect of fooling around with the coach’s daughter. My instincts, on the other hand, tell me to avoid the trouble that getting involved with Megan could bring. But her tits are bouncing under her thin shirt as she walks, her hair is releasing a faint scent of vanilla into the night air, her warm hand is squeezing mine, and suddenly I don’t care if things get complicated.
We’re Gonna Need a New Nickname for You
Megan
Can I blame the surroundings of my childhood bedroom for making me behave like a crazy teenager? My hormones are definitely raging like a teen’s, but I know it’s these two men who are the cause.
I’m sandwiched between them once again, this time in a massive pickup that matches their size. Cody is driving and Brock has me pressed up against his brother’s thighs, even though there’s room for us to spread out.
The truck’s cab smells like leather and men, and I inhale deeply, regretting my bad behavior not one bit. “Where’s this ride headed?” I ask.
Cody looks to his brother, and Brock fixes me with a stare that sends a delicious chill up my spine. “Back to our place, where we can help you relax,” he says.
I already feel much better than I did, lying alone in my bed, but I know I won’t be sleeping anytime soon. Cody rests his right hand on my thigh and Brock tangles his hand in my hair, eventually massaging the muscles in my neck. I let my head fall back, supported by his large hand.
The ride is short — too short — and then we’re pulling into an underground garage. Brock gets out and slides me across the seat as if I weigh nothing at all. For a moment I think he’s going to carry me, but he sets me down and takes my hand.
The three of us get into an elevator, standing close together, and as soon as the doors close I feel several hands on my body. I want to fall into the Beast Brothers, to wrap myself around them, but I don’t know which way to turn, or where to go first.
A warm caress glides over my back, there is a hand wrapped around my hip and another running through my hair, a mouth at my neck, a hand on my ass. What have I gotten myself into? Can I handle this much man — these two men — together? I honestly don’t know, but I’m going to do my damnedest to try.
The elevator buzzes and the action ceases, though Brock keeps an arm around me and guides me down the quiet hallway. Cody opens the door and I’m welcomed into the penthouse apartment of the two hottest bachelors in the NFL.
I pause to look around and find things much as I might have imagined. Their signing deals and salaries are evidenced in the oversized leather furniture, an even bigger entertainment center, and the gorgeous skyline view from the full length windows.
I start to feel intimidated, but then I spot used glasses on the coffee table, clothes strewn over an armchair, and a jumbled pile of shoes next to me by the door. Underneath it all, they’re just regular guys.
Enormous, wickedly handsome, sinfully hot regular guys. Two of them. On either side of me. Just me and them … here … alone.
“Want something to drink?” Cody asks.
I swallow and find my voice. “Sure. Beer?”
“Me too, Code,” Brock says, as Cody heads to the kitchen.
I kick off my shoes, adding them to the pile, before I wander over to the window. The city is beautiful from up here. The glittering lights below seem to pulse with the same energy that’s coursing through my body.
Cody approaches with my drink and Brock joins us. For a moment, we’re quiet, all of us staring out across the city, though I’m sure they must be used to the view.
“Where are you from?” I ask. Though they get a lot of media coverage, most of it is about their game style, the fact that they’re twins, or even their playboy reputations off the field. I haven’t heard much about their histories except for the college they attended.
“Right here,” Cody says.
“Grew up over there across the river,” Brock says, gesturing to an older, rundown part of town, an area you might not want to be after dark. His tone is clipped, but I detect some pride in his voice.
“Hometown heroes? How did I not know that?” I say.
“You know how it goes,” Brock says, setting his bottle down. “Heroes always get the girl.”
With that comment, he backs me up to the window. The chill from the cold glass cuts through my shirt as the heat of Brock’s body burns against my front. I’m engulfed by him and I instantly surrender.
I expect him to kiss me, but instead he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. He runs his tongue along the side of my neck, sending hot sensations shooting down my body and straight back up to my clit, faster than I can catch my breath.
I struggle to hold onto my beer as Brock’s mouth travels lower and his hand pushes one side of my shirt off my shoulder. He nips at the swell of skin above my bra, then whispers huskily in my ear, “I’m going to make you scream.” He pulls my ear into his mouth again, sucks on it and releases it slowly. “But you won’t be crying for help. You’ll be begging for more.”
My body temperature shoots up like a rocket, my core melting at Brock’s words. A hand wraps around mine and the beer bottle disappears. Cody. I’d almost forgotten about him with Brock so completely overwhelming my senses.
As if only now remembering him too, Brock smoothly eases to one side and Cody steps in. The city lies behind me, and a solid wall of double male perfection stands in front of me. Oh my fucking god.
Good thing I’m supported by the windows, or I might faint. And I don’t want to miss a minute of this.
Earlier today I thought I must have done something bad in a past life, but now I know I must have been very, very good, and I’m being rewarded tonight with the promise of unbelievable pleasure. I stretch a hand up to each of their shoulders, my arms spread wide to reach them, and I pull them closer.
Brock’s focus returns to my chest while Cody moves in to bring his mouth to mine. The last thing I see before I close my eyes to better savor the sensations, are the two dark heads bent over me. Maybe I’m still in my bed, having the best dream ever, but it all feels wonderfully real.
Cody’s lips are soft, gentle at first, in contrast to Brock taking ownership of me, pulling one cup of my bra aside as he bites and sucks a path toward my hard nipple.
I taste beer on Cody, then as he kisses me more deeply, there’s an indefinable but delicious flavor that is his own. He runs his tongue smoothly across my upper lip and I touch it with mine. I bury my fingers in his soft, thick hair and pull his head closer, wanting to amp up the intensity of our kiss to match the sensations Brock is creating at my breast.
As if they’re used to working to
gether — of course they are, but I push that thought away quickly before it spoils the moment — the brothers both break contact with me at the same time, giving Brock the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head. Cody reaches behind me and unhooks my bra more smoothly than I ever manage.
My upper body is now completely bare to them, my nipples pebbled into tight peaks. I glance down and see red marks on my chest from Brock’s aggressive play.
“Oh, Megalicious,” Cody says, his voice husky with appreciation. “We’re gonna need a new nickname for you.” His eyes are fixed on my breasts in a way that makes them swell in response.
“Curvalicious,” Brock says in a deep voice so at odds with such a silly word.
“Tata-licious,” Cody one-ups him.
“Oh my god, you two. You act like you’ve never seen breasts before.” Starting to feel embarrassed, I move to cover myself, but Brock grabs my arm.
“Oh no you don’t,” he says. Gathering both of my wrists in one hand, he raises my arms above me and pins them to the window.
What I’ve Been Missing
Megan
Both heads move in again as if synchronized; then there’s a wet tongue on each of my nipples, and I almost come just from the thrill of it. They suck on my hardened peaks for a blissful eternity and it brings me close, but I need more.
Delicious tension builds and I twist under Brock’s hold. He picks up on my frustration and unsnaps my jeans. Cody’s hands are at my waist; he lifts me, and Brock whisks my pants off as easily as Cody relieved me of my bra.
My wet panties peel away with my jeans, and I am completely naked, standing before the fully-dressed Beast Brothers. How exactly did this happen? And was it really less than twenty-four hours ago that I kicked my loser ex to the curb, packed up and left my whole life behind?
I have definitely moved on — to a completely different realm. I no longer feel like I’m in my bed dreaming. No, I’m certain that I have actually died and gone straight to heaven.
Brock has released my hands, so I take the opportunity to reach for the men, but before I make contact, Cody lifts me up off the floor again in one swift motion. He backs me up to the window once more; his hands support my ass, and my legs are draped over his thick forearms. I’m spread wide, completely open to him. His face is … well, his face is right where I want it to be.
As I mentioned, I’m not a tiny girl, but Cody’s hold on me is so steady and firm, I feel nearly weightless. I lean back onto the cold glass behind me as he moves into me and dips his tongue into my wet pussy. Oh god. I moan as he swirls his tongue in my juices and then runs it over my clit.
“Megalicious,” he says, drawing the word out long and slow, almost a growl. Suddenly, I don’t mind the nickname one bit.
As I wait for him to make contact again, all of me aching for more, Brock edges in, nudging Cody to the side and taking hold of one of my legs himself. They’re going to fucking share me. At the same time.
Two gorgeous faces are in front of me, two matching sets of dark eyes laser-focused on my most private, needy place, two dark heads of soft brown hair fighting for space, taking turns tasting me. It is a scene that is well and truly beyond my wildest dreams.
Cody nips at my inner thigh while Brock zeroes in on my clit. He tugs with his soft lips and I scream in surprise. He chuckles against me, the vibrations of his laughter adding to the wonderful sensations. Then Brock bites at my other thigh, and Cody returns to my pussy, slowly circling his tongue around my inflamed bundle of nerves.
They shift back and forth like this several times while I struggle to breathe. My pulse races and I fly toward the edge of something amazing, but the difference in their styles — Cody gentle and slow, Brock forceful and possessive — keeps me on the edge, as if I’m waiting for what’s coming next. It’s all so incredible, but it’s so unexpected, and despite all the buildup, I’m not quite able to find my release.
When Brock is tongue-deep inside me, Cody looks up. “How you doing, Megalicious?”
I pant in response, and eventually find words. “Good. Great,” I say. “Amazing.”
“We’ve got you, Megan,” he says. Cody slips two thick fingers into me — I’m so wet they slide in, and my muscles clench around him. “It’s time for you to let go.” He curls his fingers inside me, just as Brock flicks his tongue over my clit at top speed. I grab their shoulders, one hand on each of the twins, sensation ramping up inside me like a boiler getting ready to blow, and then I do. I let go.
As soon as I do, the climax rips through me. I dig my fingers into their skin, holding on tight. I feel like I’m free falling. Actually, they’ve still got a firm hold on me, but I am flying. I scream my release, and Brock continues with his tongue, and Cody pushes his fingers in deeper. “Oh my god!” I yell. “Yes!”
It’s huge and amazing. I come so hard, one Beast Brother’s face buried in my pussy, the other fucking me with his hand. “Yes! Yes!” I cry. I have never, ever been so vocal. I’ve never been moved like this. My god, what I’ve been missing.
When I finally become aware of my surroundings, I look down to see huge grins on both of their faces. They look almost amused, and I’d be embarrassed about letting go so completely in front of them, but they look extremely pleased with themselves too.
Cody takes my leg from Brock, bends down and sets me on the carpet, where I slump against his shoulder, not yet ready to support myself. We’re just getting started, though. I need one more minute to recover, and then I plan to give as good as I just got.
You Haven’t Ruined Anything
Cody
Megan tastes delicious. Brock’s nickname for her, which I’m sure was inspired by her sexy curves, is right on target. I could eat her pussy all night long.
I lick her nectar off my fingers that were just inside her, and then I pull her to me for a kiss. I can’t help myself. There’s something sweet and almost vulnerable about her, so different than most of the girls we’ve been with.
I wish like hell she wasn’t Coach’s daughter. And with our mom getting engaged to Coach, it’s got the potential to be a real mess, but I’m starting to agree with Brock on the situation. Fuck it. Who cares. Some things are too good to pass up.
Megan’s still breathing heavily, her soft breasts pressing against me as I taste her lips. I want to bury myself inside her; it took so much restraint, while we were feasting on her, not to pull her down and plunge my cock into her wet pussy.
I usually let Brock go first, but with Megan, I don’t think I can wait.
She kisses me back, her mouth moving on mine, conveying almost as much hunger as I feel for her. Her hands push up my shirt and slip under the waistband of my sweats. I’m surprised my cock hasn’t burst through the fabric already.
“Megan.” Brock’s voice, loud and serious, breaks in. What the fuck? Just this once, I want to get on with things first and he has to interrupt?
“Megan,” he repeats, and she pulls away from me and turns toward him. He’s standing over her jeans, holding her phone in his hands. Does that thing never stop ringing?
“Is it my dad?” she asks. I swear I can feel a chill pass over her. “Oh god, my dad found out I’m not there.”
She starts to move toward him when Brock says, “It’s Jason again. Who the fuck is Jason?”
The mood in the room changes instantly. Her face goes from pale to pissed, and she pulls away from me. Is Megan here with us even though she has a boyfriend? She wouldn’t be the first one to do that, but she doesn’t seem like the type.
Brock tries to hand her the phone but she waves it away. “What the hell?” she says. “What time is it?”
She glances around while I check the wall clock. “It’s after one,” I say.
“What the hell?!” she repeats. Her jaw is so tense it changes the appearance of her whole face. All the pleasure we’ve just given her seems to be forgotten. She slides away from me and reaches for her shirt.
When she twists back in my direction, I�
��m stunned to see tears in her eyes. I put my hand on her shoulder and she buries her face in her hands. I slide my arm around her and a sob escapes as her body quivers under my touch.
Then Brock is at her side. “I’ve got her,” he says. He scoops her up and deposits her in the middle of couch, where we take up positions on either side of her.
“Megan, what’s going on?” I caress her bare back and smooth away the curls that have fallen across her face.
“I’m so sorry, guys. It’s just been such a long day.” She’s looking up now, her teeth gritted, a few tears still falling. “He won’t fucking leave me alone. He didn’t pay half as much attention to me before I left.” She mutters the last part, almost to herself.
“Who is this asshole? What’s going on?” Brock’s jaw is even tighter than Megan’s.
She wipes away her tears and sits up straighter. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. But I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ruined everything tonight.”
“You haven’t ruined anything,” I say. “Tell us what’s going on, and we’ll help you.”
“There’s nothing to—” she starts, but Brock cuts her off.
“Start talking, Megan. We’re not taking you home until you tell us.”
Mr. Micro Dick
Brock
I know I can be my own kind of persistent asshole sometimes, but that’s usually what it takes to get results. If Megan thinks she can burst into tears just at the sight of some jerk’s name on her phone and not tell us what’s going on, she needs to think again.
This Jason has called her at least a couple of times today, she doesn’t take the calls, her car was full of her belongings — she’s not here just to visit Coach. I don’t need to be a detective to put all the clues together.
“Jason’s in Omaha?” I say.
She nods. “He’s Jason Marx.”
I stare at her blankly.
“He plays for the Mammoths.”
“Never heard of him,” I say. I glance at Cody; his face is blank too.
“He’s played for the Mammoths for two years. He’s second string, though.”
“Yeah, never heard of him,” I repeat. “Why is this asswipe making you cry?”
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