Going Deep (29 page)

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.