Forbidden Prescription 3: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Medical Romance (Forbidden Medicine) Page 20

  “Of course.”

  She pulled Carl’s blanket over his chest, smiled at me, and left the room. Once we were alone, I went back to looking at the charts, only this time I wasn’t seeing anything on them. I was trying to avoid looking at the guys, feeling nervous for a different reason now that I was truly alone with them in the room.

  They’d been here a few days already. The crash happened on Saturday, but I wasn’t called in until Monday because they weren’t exactly in danger, though they’d been up on Sunday. It was only Tuesday, barely four days since that night we spent together. The call had confused me at first and then scared me when I thought of them being in a car accident. What happened wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and I was grateful for that.

  I still didn’t like seeing them laying there, Carl’s leg in a cast, Abe’s arm in the same state. Finally deciding I’d looked at the charts long enough, I put them back where I found them, hung on the foot of their beds. Then I faced them both with my arms crossed.

  “You guys are going to be here for a couple more nights before you get discharged.”

  “Then it’s not bad?” Carl said, trying to smile.

  I scowled at him. “It could have been worse. You two could have seriously gotten hurt.”

  I’d heard he was the one behind the wheel, and I wanted to rant at him, demand to know what exactly he was thinking, being so reckless. But we’d spent a night together a few days ago, that didn’t mean I had the right to scream at him, no matter how badly I wanted to.

  I couldn’t keep up the tough stance for long, though, sighing, my shoulders slumping as I dropped my arms. I was grateful they were okay. I knew they could have been a lot unluckier, not walked away from the accident at all, even though in Carl’s case he would technically be limping. I’d seen worse.

  “What are you guys even doing here? And not at the hospital, but here. I know Libreville isn’t home for you guys any more than it is me, but I’m pretty sure you don’t live around here, either.”

  They were famous back home. International Motorcyclist Champions wasn’t the kind of name you could just go out and get for yourself and it wouldn’t spread in a town that small, even if their dad didn’t occasionally brag about it in public. I didn’t know where they lived, exactly, but someone would have known if it was the city a few hours away from home.

  “We came to see you.” Abe smiled, a little rueful, as I turned to him. “I swear this wasn’t our original plan, though. We heard from your mother that you worked here so we were going to come look for you here first.”

  “I’m only an intern, though. Not an actual doctor just yet.” I still had a few tests to go through, but so long as I passed and got my license to practice, I was golden. I sighed. “It was sweet of you guys to come see me, though. Still, you should have been driving carefully.”

  I directed that last bit to Carl, and for a second I thought he looked guilty. But then it was gone, and I wondered if I hadn’t imagined it.

  I glanced back at the door. The nurse had left it wide open. I couldn’t lock it, she was supposed to be back soon, and it would be too suspicious. Besides, I wasn’t sure if these doors even could lock from the inside. But I walked over to it and shut it, quietly. I took a moment to breathe, and then I turned around and slowly walked so I was standing in the middle of the space between their beds, at the foot.

  “Why would you guys even come looking for me?” I frowned at them, glancing at one, then the other. But I couldn’t hold their gazes, they were too intense, and I ended up looking around the room. “We had a night, it was amazing. But you guys have lives to get to, and I have mine.”

  “You can’t think it’s that simple, Emma,” Abe said slowly. “I know we didn’t do a lot of talking that night, but we probably should have.”

  “It wouldn’t have changed reality.”

  Carl snorted. “Screw reality. We had a great night together, and you disappeared.” I would have said something in protest, but then he went serious for the first time that I could remember seeing. “Do you think it’s par for the course for us? We found a girl we like, so let’s share? We never do that.”

  My eyes snapped to his, then momentarily to his brother’s, wide in my surprise. I hadn’t thought about whether they’d done that before, slept with other women together, I didn’t really want to think about it. Why would they do it with me, though? I wasn’t anything particularly special. Surely, they knew that.

  I wanted to ask, I was really tempted to, but I refused to allow myself to let the words out. I couldn’t. I was supposed to forget, move on; not reopen the chapter any time I felt like it.

  “Look, as interesting as that is, I don’t exactly do threesomes myself, like ever. I can’t even remember the face of the last guy I was with. The one night we had… was great.” I met Abe’s eyes before mine skittered away. “But all that aside, what happened before should be forgotten.”

  “I don’t think so,” Carl said casually.

  “I’m with my idiot brother.” We both ignored him when he growled at that. “We want more, Emma. We wouldn’t be here, tracking you down, if we weren’t interested.”

  Yes, but interested in what? More sex? I wanted it too, but how long would it last, how long until it wasn’t enough for me? I was finishing up with school, with work at the hospital, but after that, I would be busy looking for a job, and who knew where I would get one. I didn’t want to set myself up for heartbreak.

  “Emma,” he murmured, and it was completely unfair how just him saying my name had my body tightening, growing hot. “We came because we want you. For more than just one more night. We were great together. We could be even better. You want us, too, don’t you?”

  I did. Hell, did I ever. Suddenly, I felt exposed, like they could see something I sort of wanted to stay a secret.

  How was I supposed to forget about them, move on with my life, when already they had such an effect on me? They were irresistible. And as I looked at both their determined faces, I realized, with a sinking heart, that they intended to get what they wanted.

  Thing was, I was pretty sure, if they pushed the right button, I would give in. Gladly.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Abe

  The curtain in our room was pulled back, dividing the room into two. I didn’t know why since it was just me and Carl in here. My arm was tied in a sling to my chest, a little heavy with the cast, but I couldn’t move it. My legs were in perfect working order, though. I pushed off the sheet with my hand and kicked it all the way off.

  We had maybe a couple of days before we were booted out of the hospital. I wanted Emma’s number, some way to contact her other than coming to the hospital. Because she wasn’t an employee, she was an intern. Once she was done, she would be looking for a job, and the hospital might not hire her again.

  Which meant the only tie we had to her would be gone pretty soon, and I didn’t think she would be happy to hand over her contact info after the last conversation we had. She wanted to back away from us. It wasn’t a development I particularly enjoyed.

  So, I seduced Emma the next time she came to visit our room.

  It was at night, although I didn’t know how late it was because there was no clock in the room. But she came in alone, for once, which was a good indicator that other employees had already clocked out.

  “Emma.”

  She smiled a little awkwardly. “I just came to say good night, see how you guys were doing before I head home.”

  I hadn’t gotten a good look at her, but I did now. She was wearing heels, low, maybe one inch tall. She also had on one of those long, white lab coats, and it was unbuttoned so I could see the clothes she had under it. A black skirt that molded to her body, a white blouse that was a flimsy enough material I could see her bra through it. The stethoscope around her neck completed the outfit and made her look hotter. If she’d had glasses, deep red lipstick and her hair held up messily, she would have been like something out of a teenage fanta
sy.

  Even as I imagined her like that, all sultry and smiling, seductive, I loved the image of her in front of me more. She didn’t have much makeup on, but maybe some gloss on her lips, unless she just licked them. The thought of it made me groan. I had to make myself not stare too long, focus on her words and build an answer for her. it took some concentration, but I managed to find some.

  “Is it time for you to go home?”

  “Um,” she muttered, looking sheepish. “It was actually over a while back. But I was busy with some other stuff, and I wanted to come by, see if you guys were asleep yet or not so I could say goodbye and rush out.”

  I frowned. “It should be pretty late. Do you have to get up early tomorrow?”

  “Nah. Because I’m late today, my shift will be pushed back a bit. I’ll be able to get enough sleep.”

  “Good.” I paused. “Come here.”

  She hesitated.

  “Emma.”

  She took a breath, and it stuttered as it went down her throat, then back out. There was more hesitation, but she walked up to my bedside, stopping a few feet away. I couldn’t even reach for her.

  “Come on, Emma. You can get closer than that.”

  “I kinda don’t want to.”

  “Why not?” I challenged.

  “Why do you want me to?” she countered.

  I chuckled, deciding to be blunt. “I want you.”

  She knew exactly what I meant. Her breath caught, her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” I held my hand out for her to take. She looked at it for a second, before taking it. I could feel satisfaction curl in my chest, but I didn’t let it show.

  “You realize where we are. In a hospital. At night.”

  “With all the equipment around here making so much noise, I think we can fool them, at least a bit.”

  I pulled my hand back, slowly, and she came with it. I tugged her closer until she was right in front of me, widened my legs and pulled her into the space between my knees. It put me in just the right position to run my mouth over her breasts, but I made myself look up at her face instead.

  “Abe… we’re supposed to not do this anymore. That was part of forgetting.”

  “I don’t want to forget, though. And neither do you.” I snaked my arm around her waist. Emma just watched me, her breath quickening, her hands falling on my shoulders when I pulled her even closer. “You want this, Emma. You want us. If you really wanted distance, you would have refused when we asked for you.”

  “But…”

  I didn’t wait to hear what she had to say, just stretched a bit so I could get to her neck, nuzzled her coat aside and bite gently at her throat. Her voice trailed off with a whimper, and when I dug my teeth in a bit harder, she gave a breathy moan, giving into it.

  I wanted to mark her, but I didn’t want to get her in trouble. Instead, I pulled back, met her eyes again. Her face was flushed a pale pink, and I didn’t want to stop.

  “Why do you want to stop seeing us, Emma?”

  “Because…,” she murmured, then her voice trailed off, and she didn’t add anything else.

  “See, you don’t even know.”

  “I have my reasons,” she said defensively, but she still wasn’t moving away. Actually, she swayed closer, her hands on my shoulders tightening.

  “Come on, Emma,” I murmured, putting my lips to her throat, sliding them down over her throat, to the opening of her blouse, licking her skin as I went. She gave another breathy moan, leaned closer. “Trust us a little more. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? You did it before.”

  “Yeah, well, we weren’t at my hospital last time.”

  But she didn’t sound like she minded. Actually, I thought she sounded a little resigned. I pulled away from her, ran my hand up her back, cupping the nape of her neck and craning my head as I slowly nudge her down. She didn’t need more than that, practically falling into the kiss, mouth open, a moan escaping her lips before they were pressed against mine and the sound was muffled.

  We kissed, long and wet until we both needed to breathe and I pulled away. But we weren’t apart for long, our eyes meeting and holding, breathing each other’s hair. Then we were kissing again, messily, and it was a gloss on her lips. I could taste it, like strawberries.

  I only had the one arm to work with, but I made use of it. I put a hand on her shoulder, tugging at the white lab coat. I planned to get busy, and I didn’t want to get it dirty. I got it off one shoulder, and she pulled her arms away, still kissing me, as she shrugged it off. I caught it before it could fall, placing it on the bed next to me. One time, if we had more nights, I would get her to put on just the lab coat and nothing else. The stethoscope, too, I thought, pulling it from around her neck, setting it on top of the lab coat.

  Then I ran my hand over her waist, down her hip, her thigh. Until I got to the hem of her skirt. I reached under it, felt nothing but soft skin, and pushed my hand up, taking the skirt up with it. I growled at the feel of her, and she muffled another moan in my mouth. I bunched her skirt around her hips and slid my hand back down her thigh.

  Emma was panting into my mouth, leaning into me. When I slid my hand around, gently pushed her knees apart, she moved with it, letting her legs open wider, and I slid my hand up her inner thigh.

  Fuck. She was hot and wet through her panties. I was half hard already, but feeling her beneath my palm had me close to coming. Only Emma could do that to me.

  She moaned, a delicious sound in the back of her throat, and moved her hips as I moved my fingers gently, riding my fingers.

  I pulled back long enough to growl, “Touch me, Emma.”

  She didn’t take her time, shoving a little at my shoulders to get some space between us. She pushed at my hospital gown, looking down to see what she was doing. I took her lips in another kiss, hard, wet, that made her lose her concentration for a moment. I moved my hand from between her thighs, and she made a sound of protest, but it died down when I touched her waist, under her blouse so I was touching skin.

  She had her hand under the hospital gown, stroking my hard-on as I mouthed at her neck, working her blouse up so it was out of the way, tugging her bra cup down with my teeth, and moving my mouth to her breast, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking.

  She moaned, pushed closer, stroked me harder, and I growled as I wrapped my arm around her and scraped my teeth over her nipples, making her shiver and whimper in my arms.

  Arm, I reminded myself glumly. Just the one.

  For a second, I wanted Carl to be awake so I could hit him with my free hand. But then I’d have to stop touching Emma and I didn’t want that. But I also wanted to use both my arms on her, and I couldn’t because my brother couldn’t help being an idiot.

  I growled my annoyance. Emma didn’t seem to notice my momentary change in mood. She just whimpered and leaned more into me, diverting my attention again. I pulled back from her breasts, still holding her shirt up, and reached for another kiss.

  I didn’t make it.

  “I can’t believe you guys are actually having fun without me. The curtain is there, and I can’t see it, but I can fucking hear the two of you.”

  We both froze, Emma staring at me with her eyes wide and dark. Then I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t pull away.

  We were quiet too long. “I know you can both hear me. Come on, just let me join you guys.”

  I rolled my eyes again. “Then why don’t you come over here and join us?”

  He growled. “You know I can’t. They aren’t holding my leg up anymore, but I still can’t move with it and you know that.”

  I did know that. My earlier annoyance with him gone, I just wanted to laugh at him now. It was probably mean of me, but he put the both of us in this situation with his stupidity. Yeah, it gave us a chance with Emma that we might not have had before, but that didn’t mean I had to praise him for it.

  “I thought you were asleep.”

  “I’m too
bored to sleep.”

  He sounded whiny, and I snorted a laugh.

  Emma’s face was a little less flushed. She pulled away from me, and for a second, I refused to let go, wrapping my arm around her waist so she wouldn’t go far. I was worried she was going to try to run, but like she knew what I was thinking, she met my eyes and smiled. It was just a tiny curl of her lips, but when she went to pull back again, I let her.

  She didn’t immediately try to fix her clothes, and I supposed it was a good thing. She went to the curtain, even though it was only a few steps away, she wobbled a little on her low heels. She grabbed it and pulled it back so Carl and I had a good view of each other. Not that my brother was interested in looking at me.

  He couldn’t move at all, because of his bum leg. He’d have to walk out this place with a crutch, and he was going to hate that. Fuck, neither of us had even thought what this would do to us with a race scheduled, even though it was still some time away. We were going to be in a bit of trouble once certain parties became aware of our current condition.

  But even that couldn’t divert my attention.

  Carl’s face was turned to us, and he was scowling a little. It changed to a look of interest as he took in Emma’s disheveled appearance, her skirt pushed up her hips, exposing her thighs.

  “Why didn’t you say anything?” But Emma didn’t sound mad, just moved closer to his bed.

  He pulled himself out of his distraction long enough to answer her. “Because the last time you were here, you were trying to deny what was between us. I figured if one of us had a chance of changing your mind, it would be that smooth talker over there.”

  “Smooth talker?” she said, surprised. “Abe?”

  “Hell, yeah. You’d be surprised, I sure as hell was.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You guys are hurting my feelings. Don’t talk about me like I’m not still here.”

  I got up off my bed, and Carl’s eyes moved to me. They dropped down to my crotch, and he was grinning. I looked down to see my dick making a tent. Well, it was just a flimsy hospital gown, so I couldn’t exactly hide it. I ignored him, moving behind Emma, wrapping my free arm around her waist and kissing her neck.