Forbidden Prescription 3: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Medical Romance (Forbidden Medicine) Read online

  That wasn’t the point. I knew that I would have more money and power working as a doctor, but I just didn’t want to. I had grown up visiting hospitals when my dad was working, and I always felt more connected to the nursing staff than I did the doctors. They were always so kind and patient. They were able to make special connections with patients and could really take the time to get to know them. With doctors, they were just stretched too thin to be able to do that.

  But it really pissed me off that people, my father included, thought that somehow, I was less of a medical professional because I chose to go into nursing. And it really, really pissed me off when people mocked me for being a man in nursing. It’s just a job—there’s no reason for there to be a gender attached to it!

  So, when Whitney mentioned control, it brought up the all the struggles of being a man in the nursing field. Especially, a man whose father is a doctor.

  But, yeah, I liked to be in control in bed. Maybe it stemmed from my work insecurities. But also, I just really liked sex and didn’t want to have to rely on my partner to get the job done.

  “Do you have a problem taking orders from a nurse?” I asked slyly, grabbing her by the back of her knees and scooting her closer to me.

  “Not at all,” she said, her eyes wide, ready for me to give it to her. “Do you think that’s how we all are?”

  I kissed her neck. “I think you can probably see why I feel that way.”

  “I hope I don’t ever give off that impression. I respect everything you do.”

  It felt nice to hear, but this wasn’t the time for that discussion.

  “I don’t need you to respect me right now,” I said. “I just want you to fuck me.”

  After that, things were a bit of a blur. At first, we were a tangled mess of limbs because she must have forgotten that I was going to be in charge. Then, she loosened up and it was great. I got off in about five minutes, and she did, too. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for being such a generous lover.

  “Do we have to go back out there?” she asked, giving me a kiss once the deed was done.

  “What else would we do? If we wait around much longer, everyone’s going to know what we did in here. Bethany and I are pals, but I wasn’t planning on telling her that she needs to change her sheets.”

  I leaned over her and tucked her hair behind her ear. She really was pretty beautiful. I loved the way her porcelain skin turned pink when I made her orgasm. Her big hazel eyes looked straight into mine in a way that made me believe that I was kind of special.

  Did I mention that I’d had a lot to drink?

  “You should probably get dressed,” I suggested. She lounged lazily on the bed as if she were waiting for seconds. If we weren’t crunched for time, I would have definitely given it to her again, right then and there. But, the beauty of a one-night stand was that it only happened once.

  I was nearly dressed, just fiddling with the stuck zipper on my pants, when I heard a knock on the door.

  “Is anyone in here?” a loud voice asked. Someone else had clearly had the same idea as Whitney and I did.

  I panicked. In my haste to get Whitney naked, I had forgotten to lock the door. If I locked it now, whoever was waiting would inevitably tell the whole party and we would be busted.

  But, if we walked out now in various stages of undress, at least two people would know what we had done. That was two too many. I had to make a quick decision.

  I could see the panic on Whitney’s face too. In haste, I grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her into the walk-in closet, silently shutting the door as it flung open. As long as no one looked in the closet, we were safe.

  I tried to listen to the voices, but I wasn’t quite sure who was having a go in the bed we’d just shared. Whitney squinted, as if being able to see better would help her hearing.

  Whoever was going at it was really enjoying themselves, because they were making all sorts of noises. As perverted as it made me feel to be hiding in a closet while someone was having sex just feet away, it made me pretty horny. Something about it made me feel like I was in a real-life porno. Now, I just had to see if Whitney was into it too.

  I felt around in the dark for her, and she let out a tiny squeak when I landed on her breast. Luckily, the people on the bed were too busy with their own activities.

  “We can’t,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Why not?”

  She thought for a moment. “I don’t know.”

  This time, her dress was already off so I dropped my pants and we went at it again like rabbits. She opened her mouth to moan, and I pressed mine against it, hoping to muffle the sounds. My hands groped every surface of her body, every muscle and every soft curve. She was absolute perfection.

  Her legs crossed behind my back, and I slid an arm underneath her arched back. I pulled her tighter, getting closer and closer. By now, I didn’t care who heard us, I just wanted to get off as quickly as possible. The moans and cries from the bed outside made it harder to keep my stamina.

  Just when I was about to come, I heard a female voice ask, “Did you hear something?”

  I couldn’t stop at this point. If we got caught, then we got caught. I didn’t care anymore.

  I could tell that she was going to come too. Maybe it was the naughtiness of it all that just sent us over the edge. As I saw her mouth drop open in silent shrieks, I closed my eyes and let the sensations engulf me.

  When it was all said and done, I pressed an ear to the closet door. Silence.

  “I think we’re alone,” I concluded, and we erupted into a fit of silent giggles.

  “I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered.

  I couldn’t either. More importantly, I couldn’t believe that I had just fucked the hottest doctor at the hospital. She had been the object of my desire for a few weeks, and I’d just landed her.

  “We should probably get out of here,” she said, struggling to zip her dress back up. I lent a hand, watching her toned back disappear behind the teeth of the zipper. I let my lips hover on the back of her neck one last time.

  “You first,” I said, opening the door a sliver, then the rest of the way once the coast was clear. I sighed, knowing that I had probably used up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I’d have to focus my attentions on someone else.

  “What?” she asked, turning back to me. I didn’t mean for her to hear me.

  “It’s nothing,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “I just find you extremely attractive.”

  “Oh.” She smiled. “I think you’re pretty hot yourself.”

  She turned to walk away, and I watched her ass in that tight skirt from the crack in the door. I had done well.

  I waited a few seconds before exiting the room, making sure we left no trace behind. I had a quite a few sexual encounters under my belt, but this one was perhaps the best one yet. From start to finish—to finish, again—it was incredible.

  This next part would be the toughest. I would have to walk out of that room and pretend that I hadn’t just banged the hottest chick at the party. Then, I would have to pretend like it didn’t happen at all and continue my career being nothing but professional toward Whitney.

  But when I thought about what we did in that room, I figured it would all be worth it.

  Chapter Three

  Whitney

  As I walked out of the room and back to the party, I quickly smoothed down my hair and touched up my lipstick. If anyone figured out what I had been doing, I would never hear the end of it.

  I grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down, thirsty from all of the physical activity that occurred in the bedroom. I spotted Maria talking to a group of people out of the corner of my eye and made a beeline toward her.

  “Hey,” she said conspiratorially. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

  If she really had been looking all over for me, she would have found me. The house wasn’t that big. I think she knew exactly what I was up to
. I just hoped that no one else did.

  “Oh, I’ve just been talking to people. How long do you think I’ve been gone?”

  She looked at her phone. “I’d say at least a half hour. Maybe even more.”

  I raised my eyebrows. Time flies when you’re trapped in a closet with a sexy nurse.

  “So,” she said, too casually, “where were you? Whom were you talking to?”

  “Oh, you know,” I said, starting to feel sweaty, “different people. Did you ever hook up with Michael?”

  “No, he left a few minutes ago. I’m surprised you didn’t say goodbye to him. He was handing out hugs to just about everyone here.”

  My attempt to change the conversation backfired on me. There was no lying my way out of this one.

  “Whitney,” she pried, “I think I know what happened. You can either tell me, or I can guess.”

  “Ugh,” I groaned. “This is really embarrassing.”

  She pulled me aside. “So what did you do with Chad in that bedroom?”

  I blushed. “We just kissed.”

  “Kissing doesn’t usually mess up your clothes like that,” she said, adjusting my dress so it lay straight on my body. “This dress was removed,” she said with the conviction of a detective trying to crack a case.

  “Okay, fine, we did a little more than kiss,” I admitted. “But I’m twenty-nine years old. It’s not a big deal.”

  “No, of course it’s not. But you know how we are,” she said, gesturing around to the younger hospital staff. “We couldn’t get through the daily grind of our strenuous jobs if we didn’t have the opportunity to gossip every now and again.”

  “So you’re saying that everyone already knows?”

  She nodded grimly. “I’m afraid so. One of Chad’s friends was looking for him. He noticed that he disappeared after talking to you. Then, when you were nowhere to be found, people just put two and two together.”

  This was not good. Word traveled quickly around the hospital. It wouldn’t be long before everyone knew—nurses, patients … our parents.

  With any luck, we could minimize damage by just laughing it off and not making a big deal about it. Unfortunately, if there was one thing I wasn’t great at, it was not making a big deal out of things.

  I started to think over my different options. I could make jokes about it and hope that people would think I was cool and relaxed about these sorts of things. I could also pretend like nothing happened and hope that everyone else could sense how uncomfortable I was by the whole situation. Or, I could run from the party and find a new job to escape it all. At least I had choices.

  As I talked with Maria, I couldn’t help but feel like eyes were always watching me. Sometimes, I would catch someone looking and smiling in my direction just for a split second. This happened repeatedly, making it hard to concentrate on anything my friend was saying.

  To make matters worse, Chad kept glancing over at me, too. I had a feeling that he was giving his friends all the dirty details, even though he acted like he didn’t want to get caught. Maybe that was his weird kink and he was an exceptionally good role player.

  As I began to sober up, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable about being at that party. I couldn’t confirm that people were talking about me, but seeing people laughing and smiling was making me increasingly paranoid.

  “I think I’m going to grab a cab,” I said to Maria.

  “Why?” she whined. “It’s not even that late yet.”

  “It’s almost two. That’s good enough for me. Do you want to come back with me or do you want to take a separate cab?

  “I really don’t want to leave until I at least smooch a guy,” she said. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”

  I nodded. “I’m pretty tired. You know I’m not much of a partier. You’ve got to admit that I’ve exceeded all expectations.”

  She grinned. “I’m proud of you.”

  I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse, walking toward the front door and hoping to leave without anyone noticing.

  As I stood on the front step, searching my phone for a number for a cab service, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I whipped around, ready to defend my actions at the party.

  “Hey,” Chad said cautiously, backing off due to my strong reaction.

  “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that was you. I’m just about to go.”

  “I noticed. I wanted to catch you before you left. Is there something wrong? It seemed like you were avoiding me in there after—”

  “No,” I lied hastily. “I’m just tired. Plus, I have to get up for rounds tomorrow so I was just a little antsy to leave.”

  “Is that it?”

  “Yeah,” I said brightly, trying to cover my discomfort.

  “It has nothing to do with the fact that we hooked up and everyone probably knows?”

  My shoulders fell when he confirmed what I was so desperately hoping I had made up in my imagination.

  “Sit down with me for a second,” he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

  Reluctantly, I sat, allowing myself to sit in the cold and hear him out so we wouldn’t have to speak about this again. If he needed a little closure, I would give that to him. But, I was not going to have this be an ongoing issue. I was too damn busy to add one more point of stress in my life.

  “So about tonight—” he started.

  “It’s no big deal,” I said quickly, trying to act cool. “I mean, we’re adults. I don’t see what’s wrong with getting a little drunk and doing other adult things.”

  “You’re right,” he said, a smile appearing on his face. “It really shouldn’t be anything that people should feel the need to talk about. Everyone does it.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, feeling slightly more relieved. “We were drunk, we made a silly mistake, and it’s over now. No need to bring it back up. It was a one-time thing and it’ll never happen again.”

  By now, I was speaking more for my benefit than his. I was reassuring myself that what I had done was completely fine, and it was less about reassuring him that I wasn’t upset about it.

  “Yeah,” he said, his voice sounding slightly strangled. “It was a mistake. Sometimes that happens. We just got caught up in the moment. Sometimes that happens to me—I start feeling some sort of way, and the nearest willing female just becomes a part of it. I didn’t mean anything by it. I hope you’re not mad at me. The truth is, I can be kind of a slut sometimes.”

  I let out a dry laugh at this confession. It was nice to hear an explanation, yet something about it didn’t quite sit well with me. I wasn’t sure what it was though.

  “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I don’t do this often. How long will it take for people for forget about it?”

  He glanced back at the house and listened to the ruckus going on inside, muffled by the glass front door. “Oh, maybe there will be a few people talking about it on Monday, but people get tired of these stories if nothing becomes of them. With time, people don’t even remember if they saw it firsthand or if it’s just some legend. This crew is particularly drunk, and I bet you before too long, someone will do something to top our little news story. There’s nothing to worry about. Just a silly mistake.”

  “Okay,” I said, letting him help me off the cold cement step.

  “Do you feel better now?”

  “Yes,” I answered, but I wasn’t completely sure why I wasn’t more relieved. Chad gave me a one-armed hug goodbye and then I flagged down a stray cab and began the short journey home.

  As I sat in the quiet car, I tried to figure out what was bothering me so much. If what he said was true, then I didn’t need to feel embarrassment at what happened. In fact, I could just remember how nice and fulfilling the sex was and move on with my life.

  The sex was quick, but it was still good. I usually wasn’t so spontaneous about anything, but this was one instance where it paid off not to plan. Well, it had certainly paid off in the moment, anyway.

  I had been experiencin
g a bit of a dry spell recently. I’d had my fair share of boyfriends and casual lovers during medical school and residency, but once I started working, there just wasn’t enough time to go out and meet people. I had settled down into the routine of having my own patients and my own work schedule. There wasn’t really time for dating.

  When I thought about it, I wasn’t really that upset about the fact that I had mildly embarrassed myself. This was an isolated experience, and no one could give me shit about it because I knew they had all done much worse.

  Also, I definitely wasn’t upset about the sex. It was incredible, and I only wish it could have lasted longer. It awakened a hunger in me that I didn’t realize I had. Somehow, I had managed to push my sexual needs away while I did the work that truly mattered to me. So, no, I didn’t regret sleeping with Chad.

  In the end, I think the thing that bothered me most was how he could perform such an intimate act with someone and tell her moments later that he felt nothing and it was no more a mistake than bumping into someone on the street.

  I knew that it was just sex and nothing else, but at the time, it seemed like there was more there than just mindless fornication. He said that he found me attractive and that he wanted me. He even whispered a bunch of other things into my ear during the act that would make it seem like he thought of me as more than just a girl at a party looking for a good time.

  So, when I realized that I’d meant nothing to him, it didn’t feel good. It wouldn’t have mattered if I didn’t care about him either, but that wasn’t true. In fact, from the moment we spoke at the party, I’d developed a nagging crush on Chad. If anything, the sex made it all so much more complicated than a simple infatuation. But now, nothing could ever come of it. I could never go on a date with him or even kiss him at another party because he’d made it very clear that I was a mistake.

  I knew that I didn’t always have the most common sense, but when someone tells me that they’re into me, I believe them. Now, it was too late to realize those are the things you say to a woman to get her to have sex with you.

  At least it was fun while it lasted. After I paid the driver, I went home and crawled into bed, promising myself that I’d never fall for a man’s tricks again.