“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.