A gust of hot, humid air lifted the edge of her skirt as the outer door opened. Megan smoothed her hem down and stood when she recognized the two men entering. They were in a good mood, laughing together at something. Jeff and Jason stopped when they noticed her standing in the small entryway. She’d seen interest on men’s faces before, but these two looked at her like she was the last slice of cherry pie, and they were starving. The look they gave her was enough to make her blood pressure skyrocket, and her insides melt. If she hadn’t been tongue-tied by the sight of the best-looking man she’d ever seen in her life, times two, she might have scolded them for it. Jeff moved first, stepping up to place a friendly kiss on her cheek.
“Thanks for coming,” he said, stepping back to let Jason have a turn. “You look great.”
“She looks like a million dollars,” Jason said. “Glad you could make it. I hope we haven’t kept you waiting too long.”
“No. I just got here. I didn’t leave my apartment until the game was over.” The hostess waived them to a table in the back. Megan followed, hyper-aware of the two testosterone towers a step behind her. It was late, and the restaurant wasn’t crowded, but heads turned as they wove through the tables. Jeff held a chair for her before he and Jason took the ones on either side.
“You saw the game then?” Jason asked. Megan almost wished she had. Jason’s enthusiasm was so real it was contagious.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get home in time to see the whole thing, but I did see the last few minutes.”
“Then you saw Jeff’s save.”
“I saw him throw a few pitches. Is that what you mean?”
“Leave her alone, Jase. She’s not a baseball fan. Not yet anyway.” The waiter brought a bottle of wine and Jeff poured for all of them.
“Do you eat out a lot?”
“Yeah. Neither one of us cooks, so if we want to stay alive, we eat out,” Jeff explained.
“You live together?” Cute.
“We always have,” Jason said. “When we first started out in the Minor’s we couldn’t afford two places, but now it’s more habit.”
Bit by bit, Megan relaxed in their company. They had a way of telling stories that was amusing to watch. One would start, and by some secret cue, the other would continue. It was as if their brains were sinc’d by an invisible cord. Prepared to find something to dislike, she chastised herself for categorizing them before she knew them.
Jeff insisted on dessert, and they lingered over the mountainous chocolate cake and another bottle of wine. They were nearly through when Jason spoke. “Why don’t we take some chocolate cake home, then we can smear it all over each other and lick it off – real slow.”
Megan wasn’t used to drinking more than an occasional glass, and at first, she attributed what she’d heard to the three glasses she’d consumed tonight.
“What?” She closed her eyes and forced her brain to focus. Surely, she’d misheard Jason’s comment. She was long past trying to deny her attraction to the pair, but conjuring up propositions went way beyond fantasizing. It bordered on drunkenness and possibly, insanity. “Would you repeat that, please?”
Megan mentally congratulated herself for sounding rational when she was working with seriously compromised judgment.
Jeff touched her lightly on the arm and she turned her now pounding head in his direction. “Jason can be a bit crude sometimes. I apologize for his behavior.” He shot his brother a look that said, ‘Way to go, asshole,’ then turned his attention back to Megan. “What he meant to say, was, we’d like for you to come out to our house this weekend. We want to get to know you better, and give you a chance to get to know us.”
That sounded more rational. Megan tore her gaze away from Jeff, and risked a glance at Jason. His smile made her insides warm, or maybe it was the wine. Jeff’s fingers still rested lightly on her forearm, not demanding, but conveying a message all the same. She jerked her arm off the table and twisted her hands in the cloth napkin in her lap.
“No pressure,” Jeff said. His voice vibrated along her nerve endings. “We like you, a lot. And we think you like us. We want to explore that further, to see if perhaps you might like a lot more from us.”
“I think I’ve had too much to drink. What exactly are we talking about here?”
“This isn’t the place to go into details, but I think you know. We want you, Megan. Both of us. We’d like to find out if it’s something you’d be interested in. We don’t expect you to answer right away. That’s why we want you to come out to our place. You can see the way we live. We can discuss the details then, if it’s something you think you might want.”
She didn’t know what to say. It seemed she had heard Jason correctly. He’d asked her to come to bed with them, tonight. More specifically, he’d suggested licking her body – all over – and allowing her to do the same. It hadn’t been her overactive imagination, spurred on by too much wine. As appealing as that sounded, and she wouldn’t lie to herself, it did sound appealing; she wasn’t into that kind of thing. At least she didn’t think she was. She didn’t do no strings attached, kinky ménage sex.
“I’ve got to go.” She jerked her purse off the back of the chair as she stood. Her head swam, and this time she knew it wasn’t entirely the fault of the alcohol. She was off balance, but she couldn’t blame it on drinking – not entirely. She made it as far as the front door, and turned to ask the maitre d’ to call a cab. Two towering males blocked her way.
“We have a car waiting. We’ll take you home.” Jeff slipped an arm around her waist while Jason signaled to a car parked down the street. The sleek black town car pulled to the curb, and a moment later Megan was in the backseat, flanked by the two sexiest men she’d ever seen. Jason asked for her address, relayed it to the driver, then closed the partition, sealing them off from the world.
One hot hand skimmed her thigh, sneaking under the hem of her dress to stroke dangerously close to her throbbing parts. Another slipped around her neck, long fingers massaging her nape as the thumb stroked her jaw, gently turning her face in the opposite direction from where the other hand had come from. She found herself looking up into Jeff Holder’s eyes. Before she could form a protest, he bent his head and took her lips in a kiss that loosened every muscle in her body, and did serious damage to her moral fiber. The hand on her thigh tugged, and her legs slid open. Fingers stroked a path to her core, and she groaned against Jeff’s lips as another set of fingers joined the fray. Her thighs spread wider in silent invitation.
She fell under their sensual spell. A strobe of traffic and streetlights flashed against her closed eyelids as the car glided through the near empty streets. Jeff’s lips coaxed and promised. Together, their skilled hands opened, explored and pleasured her beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Soft words of encouragement whispered across her consciousness, urging her on toward the peak of pleasure. When at last she found it, Jeff swallowed her scream, then gently laid her head back against the seat.
Her skin flamed, and goose bumps formed where it was exposed to the cold air of the air-conditioned car. She fought her way back to the real world, slowly realizing how thoroughly she’d given herself to them. Megan slid first one leg, then the other off the masculine thigh it had been resting on. How her legs had come to be draped over their thighs, she had no idea. Their hands slid from beneath her skirt as she squirmed back into an upright position. She used the minutes before the car stopped in front of her apartment to smooth her skirt down, perhaps a few hundred times more than necessary. Neither man spoke, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at them.
She had to admit, they argued a good case in favor of a relationship based on physical gratification. She’d had little enough of that in the last few years. But hadn’t she told herself she wasn’t going to settle for less than what she wanted in life? And what they were offering was a whole lot less than love, a home and a family.
Against her protests, both men accompanied her to her door. Jeff took her keys from her hand and unlocked the door. Before she could step inside, Jason pulled her tight against him and kissed her. It wasn’t a goodnight kiss. No simple – I had a nice time kiss. It was carnal, seductive, and left her knees trembling. Jason released her, smiled as if he was going to eat her up, then turned her. His hands rested on the curve of her hips and brought her hard against his front. She couldn’t mistake the ridge at her back, or the one at her front as Jeff pressed himself against her, sandwiching her between them. Befuddled, seduced, and aching, she didn’t protest as Jeff took her mouth in a kiss every bit as carnal as his brother’s.
“Thanks for coming,” he said, stepping back to let Jason have a turn. “You look great.”
“She looks like a million dollars,” Jason said. “Glad you could make it. I hope we haven’t kept you waiting too long.”
“No. I just got here. I didn’t leave my apartment until the game was over.” The hostess waived them to a table in the back. Megan followed, hyper-aware of the two testosterone towers a step behind her. It was late, and the restaurant wasn’t crowded, but heads turned as they wove through the tables. Jeff held a chair for her before he and Jason took the ones on either side.
“You saw the game then?” Jason asked. Megan almost wished she had. Jason’s enthusiasm was so real it was contagious.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get home in time to see the whole thing, but I did see the last few minutes.”
“Then you saw Jeff’s save.”
“I saw him throw a few pitches. Is that what you mean?”
“Leave her alone, Jase. She’s not a baseball fan. Not yet anyway.” The waiter brought a bottle of wine and Jeff poured for all of them.
“Do you eat out a lot?”
“Yeah. Neither one of us cooks, so if we want to stay alive, we eat out,” Jeff explained.
“You live together?” Cute.
“We always have,” Jason said. “When we first started out in the Minor’s we couldn’t afford two places, but now it’s more habit.”
Bit by bit, Megan relaxed in their company. They had a way of telling stories that was amusing to watch. One would start, and by some secret cue, the other would continue. It was as if their brains were sinc’d by an invisible cord. Prepared to find something to dislike, she chastised herself for categorizing them before she knew them.
Jeff insisted on dessert, and they lingered over the mountainous chocolate cake and another bottle of wine. They were nearly through when Jason spoke. “Why don’t we take some chocolate cake home, then we can smear it all over each other and lick it off – real slow.”
Megan wasn’t used to drinking more than an occasional glass, and at first, she attributed what she’d heard to the three glasses she’d consumed tonight.
“What?” She closed her eyes and forced her brain to focus. Surely, she’d misheard Jason’s comment. She was long past trying to deny her attraction to the pair, but conjuring up propositions went way beyond fantasizing. It bordered on drunkenness and possibly, insanity. “Would you repeat that, please?”
Megan mentally congratulated herself for sounding rational when she was working with seriously compromised judgment.
Jeff touched her lightly on the arm and she turned her now pounding head in his direction. “Jason can be a bit crude sometimes. I apologize for his behavior.” He shot his brother a look that said, ‘Way to go, asshole,’ then turned his attention back to Megan. “What he meant to say, was, we’d like for you to come out to our house this weekend. We want to get to know you better, and give you a chance to get to know us.”
That sounded more rational. Megan tore her gaze away from Jeff, and risked a glance at Jason. His smile made her insides warm, or maybe it was the wine. Jeff’s fingers still rested lightly on her forearm, not demanding, but conveying a message all the same. She jerked her arm off the table and twisted her hands in the cloth napkin in her lap.
“No pressure,” Jeff said. His voice vibrated along her nerve endings. “We like you, a lot. And we think you like us. We want to explore that further, to see if perhaps you might like a lot more from us.”
“I think I’ve had too much to drink. What exactly are we talking about here?”
“This isn’t the place to go into details, but I think you know. We want you, Megan. Both of us. We’d like to find out if it’s something you’d be interested in. We don’t expect you to answer right away. That’s why we want you to come out to our place. You can see the way we live. We can discuss the details then, if it’s something you think you might want.”
She didn’t know what to say. It seemed she had heard Jason correctly. He’d asked her to come to bed with them, tonight. More specifically, he’d suggested licking her body – all over – and allowing her to do the same. It hadn’t been her overactive imagination, spurred on by too much wine. As appealing as that sounded, and she wouldn’t lie to herself, it did sound appealing; she wasn’t into that kind of thing. At least she didn’t think she was. She didn’t do no strings attached, kinky ménage sex.
“I’ve got to go.” She jerked her purse off the back of the chair as she stood. Her head swam, and this time she knew it wasn’t entirely the fault of the alcohol. She was off balance, but she couldn’t blame it on drinking – not entirely. She made it as far as the front door, and turned to ask the maitre d’ to call a cab. Two towering males blocked her way.
“We have a car waiting. We’ll take you home.” Jeff slipped an arm around her waist while Jason signaled to a car parked down the street. The sleek black town car pulled to the curb, and a moment later Megan was in the backseat, flanked by the two sexiest men she’d ever seen. Jason asked for her address, relayed it to the driver, then closed the partition, sealing them off from the world.
One hot hand skimmed her thigh, sneaking under the hem of her dress to stroke dangerously close to her throbbing parts. Another slipped around her neck, long fingers massaging her nape as the thumb stroked her jaw, gently turning her face in the opposite direction from where the other hand had come from. She found herself looking up into Jeff Holder’s eyes. Before she could form a protest, he bent his head and took her lips in a kiss that loosened every muscle in her body, and did serious damage to her moral fiber. The hand on her thigh tugged, and her legs slid open. Fingers stroked a path to her core, and she groaned against Jeff’s lips as another set of fingers joined the fray. Her thighs spread wider in silent invitation.
She fell under their sensual spell. A strobe of traffic and streetlights flashed against her closed eyelids as the car glided through the near empty streets. Jeff’s lips coaxed and promised. Together, their skilled hands opened, explored and pleasured her beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Soft words of encouragement whispered across her consciousness, urging her on toward the peak of pleasure. When at last she found it, Jeff swallowed her scream, then gently laid her head back against the seat.
Her skin flamed, and goose bumps formed where it was exposed to the cold air of the air-conditioned car. She fought her way back to the real world, slowly realizing how thoroughly she’d given herself to them. Megan slid first one leg, then the other off the masculine thigh it had been resting on. How her legs had come to be draped over their thighs, she had no idea. Their hands slid from beneath her skirt as she squirmed back into an upright position. She used the minutes before the car stopped in front of her apartment to smooth her skirt down, perhaps a few hundred times more than necessary. Neither man spoke, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at them.
She had to admit, they argued a good case in favor of a relationship based on physical gratification. She’d had little enough of that in the last few years. But hadn’t she told herself she wasn’t going to settle for less than what she wanted in life? And what they were offering was a whole lot less than love, a home and a family.
Against her protests, both men accompanied her to her door. Jeff took her keys from her hand and unlocked the door. Before she could step inside, Jason pulled her tight against him and kissed her. It wasn’t a goodnight kiss. No simple – I had a nice time kiss. It was carnal, seductive, and left her knees trembling. Jason released her, smiled as if he was going to eat her up, then turned her. His hands rested on the curve of her hips and brought her hard against his front. She couldn’t mistake the ridge at her back, or the one at her front as Jeff pressed himself against her, sandwiching her between them. Befuddled, seduced, and aching, she didn’t protest as Jeff took her mouth in a kiss every bit as carnal as his brother’s.