Inside Heat by Roz Lee Page A

have a cock there,” Jason had said.
    The water grew cold, and Megan reached up to turn it off, remaining on the tile floor until she thought her legs could hold her.
    That day, her shift at the hospital seemed as if it would never end. Her leg muscles ached, her nipples screamed like fire and her pussy and anus throbbed with remembered pleasure, and pleasure denied. Two days later, she took her dinner break in Christopher’s room and watched part of the Mustangs game with him. She’d bought a book, Baseball for Dummies , and studied it whenever something happened she didn’t understand, and that was more often than she cared to admit.
    After four days, she gave in and inserted the butt plug after she’d showered and curled up in bed to read. They called her on the fifth night. The team had a day off in Seattle, and they said they wanted to hear her voice. Their conversation had been like she imagined lovers of long standing would carry on. They said they missed her, they wanted only her, and then they asked about her work, and Christopher, specifically. She told them what she could without giving away confidential information, then they asked about what she did in her free time. She told them about the baseball book she’d bought, and they laughed good-naturedly at her attempt to learn the game.
    They told her stories about their travel experiences, and spoke of the games as if they were boring business meetings. She almost told them about the butt plug, that she was now wearing it at night, but something held her back. They promised to call again when they could, and as she hung up, she choked back the words she longed to say.
    She missed them so damned much. She filled her free time studying every book about baseball she could find, and watching whatever game was being televised.
    They called again two days later. Their road trip was ending, and they’d be home in another two days. She wished she’d asked them to Skype her so she could see their faces when she answered their unspoken question. Would she be there when they got home?
    The question had hung over their time apart like the blade of a guillotine. If she said no, the relationship would be severed. Jeff and Jason would not push her to do something she didnot want to do, but if she said yes…her life would change beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
    They’d exhausted all the usual areas of conversation, and a dark silence sounded over the phone line. Megan knew they were waiting for her to answer the question.
    “What time does your plane get in?” she asked. It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was answer enough. She smiled at the audible sighs on the other end of the line. They’d been afraid she would say no. Her heart clenched and she wiped tears from her cheeks. They’d only known each other a few weeks, but she couldn’t imagine her life without them now. And everything they’d promised to do to her body, things she’d never thought possible, she craved now with every fiber of her being.
    “Six o’clock,” Jason said. “There’s a key under the mat.”

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Megan put away the groceries she’d brought. If she were going to spend any time at all with Jeff and Jason, she wasn’t going to starve. Number one on her list was laying down some ground rules, the least of which was, she wasn’t going to be their housekeeper, cook or – heaven forbid – their mother. She was pretty sure they weren’t thinking in those terms, but these days it was acceptable for a woman to voice her expectations up front, and that’s exactly what she intended to do.
    “Wow. What’s all this?” Jeff asked as he and Jason dragged their suitcases through the kitchen.
    “It’s food,” Megan said, transferring a steaming casserole from the oven to the island. “Don’t get used to it.”
    Jason parked his suitcase near the door and hopped onto a barstool. Jeff wasn’t far behind. “This is the second time you’ve cooked for us,”