Megan stares at me for a moment, as if thinking about her options. She looks to Cody, then back to me, and she sighs. “We were engaged. We lived together, and we were going to be married in the spring.”
I get up and pace around while she talks, my hands making fists. If this asshole were here, I’d give him more than just a piece of my mind.
“He cheated on me. That’s all. End of story,” she says.
What a dick. I understand liking pussy and not being able to get enough of it. But if you’re going to make a commitment to a woman, man the fuck up and don’t make her cry.
“And why does he keep calling you?” Cody asks.
Megan looks over her shoulder toward her clothing, still in a pile on the floor. My brother’s got his arm around her, keeping her warm, smoothing her hair. She lifts one shoulder in a somber half-shrug. “I left him. He wants me to come back.”
Some choice words are about to roll off my tongue when I hear her goddamn phone buzzing again.
“Leave it,” Megan says, as I move toward it. But what fun would that be? I check the readout, then take the call.
“Listen, asshole,” I say. I hear an inhale on the other end, then silence. “Megan can’t take your call right now. She’s busy trying to take all ten of my hard inches. We’re going nice and slow. Her pussy must have shrunk, trying to get pleasure from your little dick, but we’re going to make up for what she’s been missing. All night long.”
I’m about to click off when the jerk starts sputtering on the other end. He sounds drunk, or like he’s been crying. Pathetic. “Who is this?” he finally says.
“This is Brock Easton, you assface. I’m going to fuck your fiancée all night long, and then we’re going to beat your team on the field next week. But you’ll probably just be watching it all from the sidelines.”
I end the call before I have to hear his whining. Megan is looking at me with a stunned expression, but when I smirk at her, she dissolves into laughter. “Oh my god. You did not just do that!”
Cody’s grinning at both of us.
“C’mon, we’ll take you home,” I say. “You need rest, and since you snuck out of your window to meet us, I’m assuming you don’t want to spend the night here and have to explain it to your dad.”
She rolls her eyes but smiles. “No, I’d rather avoid that.”
While Megan gets dressed, I find Jason’s number in her contacts. “I blocked Mr. Micro Dick,” I say when I hand her the phone. “He can’t call you anymore.”
“Thank you,” she says, her voice thick with relief. “You’re crazy, you know that? But Jason deserved that.” She smiles up at me, and I feel a certain kind of pride at having moved her from tears to laughter so quickly.
“And you were right,” she says. “He does have a small dick.” She laughs again, and her eyes flicker downward. I know she’s wondering exactly how I compare. She’ll find out soon … just not tonight.
Cody and I don’t make commitments to women. That way we don’t hurt them and we don’t take advantage of them. Megan will be back for more, but I want it to be on her terms, not while she’s exhausted and vulnerable.
We’re Not Done With You
Megan
Embarrassment and gratitude fight for the top spot among my emotional responses. These two men have shown me so much pleasure today. They don’t even know me and they’ve been there when I needed them.
They’ve given me multiple orgasms of a previously unknown intensity, and how did I repay them? I broke down in tears when I should’ve been tearing their clothes off.
I’m not a crier. It’s not something I do often, but today put me to the test. I think the tears came more easily after the amazing sensations Brock and Cody triggered in me. They set something free, and unfortunately that release manifested in tears.
That won’t happen again.
Brock drives on the return trip while Cody holds me close. It’s interesting how their physical appearances are nearly indistinguishable from one another, but their behavior is so different. Cody is like a cuddly teddy bear, and Brock is a grizzly, but they both make me feel safe and desired.
While I was driving from Omaha to my dad’s, I vowed I wouldn’t get involved with a football player again. Though I love the game, and it’s in my blood, the players don’t seem to make good partner material.
I thought I had a good one in Jason. I heard about other players — his friends — cheating on their girlfriends and wives, and I used to be grateful that I had Jason. I was so stupid.
Ballers can be amazingly hot, so sexy in their uniforms with those deliciously tight pants … but there are plenty of other men out in the world. I can be a football fan, and not be involved with a player.
That’s what I told myself. But here I am, sitting between two of them, and if I’m not careful I could get hurt again.
I know better. All I need is a good night’s sleep and I’ll see things more clearly. Brock and Cody have been exactly what I needed today to put Jason behind me and make me feel like a desirable woman again. I’ve had my fun with them, and that’s all it has to be. All it can be.
But they’ve given me multiple orgasms, and I’ve given them none. As Brock is about to turn the corner onto my dad’s street, I realize I still have time to even the score. “Stop here,” I say.
“We’ll let you out at your driveway. I’m sure your dad’s asleep by now,” Brock says.
“No,” I say, reaching one hand out to each of them, feeling for their zippers. “I want to repay you.”
Brock stops the truck and takes my hand in his, halting my progress. “I appreciate that,” he says. “But this isn’t the time or place.”
Embarrassed, I shrink back. I’m acting like a horny drunk girl, even though I’ve only had a few sips of beer. I want to push my way out of the truck, but Brock is holding my hand and Cody still has his arm around me.
“We’re not done with you, Megalicious. But you need some rest.” Brock stares at me intently, hesitates for a moment, then bends his head to kiss me.
Oh. Brock hadn’t kissed me until now. He’s had his mouth over most of the rest of my body, but not on my lips. His kiss is firm, but not demanding. Heat shimmers through me.
As soon as he pulls away from me, Cody tips my head his way and kisses me too, soft and delicious and dizzying. He brushes his tongue against my lip just before he pulls away.
Oh my god. I need to be really careful.
I Finally Do
Megan
Sneaking back into the house is not nearly as fun as sneaking out.
Vivian’s finally gone — thank god — and everything is dark except the porch light. I turn my key ever so slowly in the front door and push it open at a sloth’s pace. I slip inside and close it behind me with the same careful, quiet movements.
Then I jump out of my shoes when my dad’s voice booms out of the stillness. “Where have you been?”
My eyes adjust quickly to the darkness and I see him sitting in his recliner, but he’s not reclining — he’s waiting for me.
“I was out,” I say, not thinking fast at all. I am so off my game today. Actually, I shouldn’t need to play a game. I’m an adult, a grown-ass woman. So why am I sneaking around and acting like a child? Lust, my brain answers.
“Where did you go, Megan?”
“I wanted to get some stuff from my car, so I asked Brock and Cody to drive me,” I say.
“I thought you were going to do that tomorrow,” Dad says. He looks at my empty hands and adds, “And I don’t see any ‘stuff’.”
I shrug, doing my best to seem nonchalant. “I couldn’t sleep. And my car was in one of the bays, not out in the parking lot, so I couldn’t get to it.” I can’t believe I’m making up stories. The situation with Jason, being back in the house I grew up in, Dad’s engagement to Vivian — all the stress I’m under has me behaving like a teenager again.
For his part, though, my dad seems perfectly willing to treat me like I’m
still in high school. “Why didn’t you ask me to take you?” he counters.
“Because you were busy with Vivian,” I retort. Without meaning to, my words come out sounding jealous and spiteful. I wish I hadn’t said them, but then I realize it feels good to let him know I was hurt by his surprise announcement.
Dad opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. I just stare at him, waiting, challenging. Finally, he sighs, and when he speaks again, his voice sounds tired. “Brock and Cody are good players. I’m glad to have them on my team.”
His tone tells me there’s a “but” coming.
“Vivian did her best with them, but I’m sure it wasn’t easy being a single mom. They seem like good guys,” he says, “but I hear stories. Lots of stories, and even though they’re going to be your stepbrothers—”
I wince inwardly at this and something clenches in my stomach.
“You shouldn’t hang around them. They could be trouble,” he concludes.
I stare back at him. I have no idea what to say. He waits, and when I don’t respond, he shakes his head and gets up.
“I need to be at the field in four hours. Vivian’s going to drive me so you can use my truck tomorrow. I want to hear what happened with Jason, but right now we both need some sleep. Will you be okay tomorrow?”
I just nod, everything swirling around my mind. My wrecked car, Jason, Vivian, my stepbrothers … I just need to shut it all off.
“I’ll be fine. Sorry for keeping you up.” I go over to Dad, give him a hug and tell him goodnight — again.
As I head down the hall, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Brock and Cody.
Did you make it in okay?
Dad was up, I reply. I told him you drove me to my car at the garage, but it was in one of the bays so I couldn’t get my stuff. Just so you’ll know if he asks tomorrow.
Got it. Get some rest, Megalicious.
And I finally do.
In the Stable, Meeting Some Horses
Megan
I awaken to bright sunlight. It takes several seconds before I remember where I am, and why I’m here. I stare at the ceiling for a while, remembering all of yesterday’s high and low points, and as I’m lying there, I realize how well rested I feel. I slept like a baby.
I don’t normally sleep well when I’m under stress — and I’ve got stress by the (wrecked) carload. Maybe it’s the familiar comfort of being at my dad’s, but it probably has more to do with the Beast Brothers. It’s amazing how good a few great orgasms are for relaxation.
I let my thoughts linger over those happy memories for a while longer, then I finally check my phone and see that it’s nearly noon. There’s a message from Tara asking if we’re still on for lunch.
I just got up! I reply.
Long day yesterday? she writes.
You don’t know the half of it.
We make plans to meet at José Domingo’s, one of our old haunts. I wander out to make sure I have transportation; Dad has left his truck as promised.
One hour later I’m walking into the Mexican restaurant, drinking in the delicious aromas that meet me at the door. Sexual release and deep sleep have also apparently worked wonders for my appetite.
I spot Zoe’s golden hair first, then see Tara’s smiling face. I make my way to them, twisting a path through the tables, crowded with all of the football fans in town for the weekend.
Tara throws her arms around me first, and her hug is unexpectedly strong for such a petite person. After Zoe and I embrace, I sit down across from them and feel like I’m truly home.
I’ve been friends with both of them since junior high, and no matter how much time passes, we always pick up where we’ve left off. I can be myself with them, and it’s a great feeling.
After we order drinks, Tara’s face turns serious. “So, how are you, Megan?” she asks, in a grave tone.
“Well, as you’ve probably figured out, your bridesmaid gigs have been cancelled.”
Tara flinches at my words, not ready to make light of the situation.
“Damn! You mean I don’t get to wear that dress?” Zoe’s voice is full of playful sarcasm.
Thankfully, the dresses hadn’t yet been ordered, but Zoe had not shied away from expressing her opinion about my top choice. She wasn’t the type to be covered head-to-toe in pink lace.
“Nope, you got lucky — and so did I.” I fill them in on all of the gory details.
When I get to the part about walking in on Jason and the other woman, my friends let fly with so many expletives that we get angry looks from the diners surrounding us.
“Men suck!” Tara says.
“I happen to love it when men suck,” Zoe says. “And lick and bite too. But Jason’s not a man. He’s a —” I shush my friend before she gets us kicked out of my favorite restaurant.
“Aww, sweetie,” Tara says. “I’m so sorry this happened. You don’t deserve this.” She reaches across the table and gives my hand a comforting squeeze.
“You absolutely don’t, Meg. Better you found out about him now, though, before you married him.”
“Cheers to that,” I say, raising my ice tea as if it were a margarita, which gives me an idea. “Hey, my dad will be working late tonight. Do you want to come over for drinks and movies?”
“I miss movie nights,” Tara says. “That sounds great.”
“Sure you wouldn’t rather go to a bar?” Zoe says. “You know … if you fall off a horse, you get right back on? Is that how the saying goes? Or the best way to get over a man is to get back in the saddle and ride another one?”
“Zoe, my god!” Tara says, sounding scandalized through her laughter.
I should laugh or groan or something, but I’m too quiet, and suddenly both of my friends are staring at me. I try to pretend I’m intently interested in the chips and salsa, but it’s too late to cover my reaction.
“Megan?” Zoe says. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, knowing I have no chance of fooling them. I may be able to pull a poker face with my dad, but I don’t know why I even bother trying with my besties.
“Spill it,” Zoe says. Tara’s looking at me with wide eyes and raised brows.
“There’s no more to the story with Jason. I wasn’t cheating on him,” I assure them.
“But…” Tara says, drawing out the word.
I dip another chip to try to stall.
“Megan,” Zoe says impatiently.
I swallow and take a swig of tea. “Well… you could say I’ve gotten back in the saddle. Or, I’ve at least, um, been in the stable … meeting a couple of horses.”
“A couple?” Zoe says, eyes wide.
“Already?” Tara chimes in, eyes even wider.
I look at them and nod.
“That’s my girl!” Zoe says triumphantly. “Tell. Us. Everything.”
So I start at the beginning, and tell them about the car accident I had when I got into town yesterday.
“Let me guess? Sexy bad boy cop? Hot tow truck driver?” Zoe says eagerly.
“The other car in the accident belonged to Brock and Cody Easton,” I say.
“The Beast Brothers!” Zoe says. “I was going to ask you if your dad could introduce me to them.”
There’s a little flare of jealousy at her words, but I push it aside. “There’s an excellent chance that you’ll be meeting them at my dad’s wedding.”
“Wait, what?” Tara says.
I skip ahead then. I’m not ready to tell even my best friends about my taxi ride with Brock and Cody. Instead, I detail the events that followed my arrival home. I manage to sidetrack them for a while, and I enjoy their sympathetic remarks about the surprise engagement and my icky impression of Vivian.
Of course it’s Zoe who circles back to our original topic of conversation. “So,” she says. “You were in the stable, meeting some horses … did something happen between you and the Beast Brothers?”
When
I just smile, she bangs the table so hard, our plates rattle. “Damn!” she yells, again drawing glances, this time curious ones. “Don’t stop now. What happened?”
Ecstatic
Megan
Tara is again wide-eyed, and also open-mouthed, waiting for me to continue.
“I shared a ride with them after the accident…” I start.
“Shared a ride!” Zoe says, nudging Tara hard. “I’ll bet you did.”
I smile bigger. I can’t help it. “And then I got in touch with them last night.”
“Got in touch with them!” Zoe says. My friend has the sense of humor of a fourteen-year-old boy.
“What went on, Megan?” Tara asks.
“I snuck out and went to their place last night. It was late. I couldn’t sleep …”
“You got busy with the Beast Brothers!” I’m thankful that Zoe has the restraint to finally keep her voice low. If anyone overhears “Beast” I hope they’ll just think we’re talking about football.
“Not exactly, but kind of…” I say. Of course, they push for details. I make them laugh, telling them about how I snuck out my window and later got caught and lied to my dad about it, and then I give them the barest I can get by with. I let them know we didn’t actually have sex; I didn’t even see them naked, but that I had some fun times with them.
“Both of them?” Zoe is suitably impressed, though I know she’s had some escapades herself. “You are the luckiest girl ever!”
“Both of them?” Tara echoes, in awe.
I don’t blush easily, but I can feel my face redden. “I can’t let it happen again, though,” I say.
“Why the hell not?” Zoe says, her volume rising again. “You need to hit that — them, both of them — as much and as often as you can!”
“Zoe, were you listening earlier? They’re going to be my stepbrothers.”
She just makes a face and shakes her head, letting me know she thinks I’m crazy for raising objections. I look to Tara for support. She’s quiet, and looking thoughtful, but finally she says, “It’s just your parents getting married. You’re not related by blood.”
“But it’s not appropriate,” I say.
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