Forbidden Prescription 3: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Medical Romance (Forbidden Medicine) Page 22

  She was hesitant, even kissing me. At first, she just stayed still, let me do what I wanted. But after a moment, she gave a shuddering breath, her hand wrapping around my neck, letting her tongue out and licking at the seam of my lips. I opened for her, relieved she was giving in, kissing me back with growing enthusiasm.

  We didn’t stop until we both needed to breathe, and I kept my forehead pressed against hers. We stayed still, trying to catch our breaths. I almost forgot my brother was still there. When he spoke, I froze and felt Emma jump a little.

  “You guys keep doing that, having your fun like you don’t remember I’m still here. I want a kiss, too.”

  For once, he didn’t sound petulant despite the words coming out of his mouth, his voice serious. We were frozen for another second before Emma was pulling away from me. I would have held her there, but she was going to Carl. She leaned over his bed, giving him her mouth. I’d gotten pretty used to seeing them together, I didn’t mind it at all. Her relationship with Carl was just one more thing to tie her to me, and I liked it that way.

  But it wouldn’t be for much longer. Even though I was happy for Dad, that he was finding something good for himself at his age, I wanted to curse him for picking Sharon Davis, of all women, and deciding she was the love of his life. I hadn’t even realized he was dating someone, and I wondered how I’d missed it. Usually, Carl was the oblivious one.

  I pushed it all out of my mind. Tonight was going to be about us. We could deal with life later. I went over to Carl and Emma as they pulled away from each other. I grabbed her by the waist, turning her to me so I could kiss her again.

  “So how do we do this?” she murmured moments later, still breathless.

  “Hmm?”

  “Same as yesterday, or?” She glanced around at Carl. “You didn’t get to fuck me yesterday. Do you want to?”

  I couldn’t help but moan at that word coming out of her mouth. Fuck. I thought Carl moaned with me.

  “I still can’t move.”

  “That’s not a problem. I can ride you.”

  Carl cursed, voice low. “Then, hell yes. Why aren’t you up here already.”

  She turned back to me, biting her lip again. I growled, leaning down to take her mouth in a ravenous kiss.

  “I’m okay with whatever you want to do, Emma.” I was grateful she still wanted to do anything at all. I didn’t want to give her the opportunity to run.

  It was all probably a bad idea. Carl and I had both agreed we wanted this or I wouldn’t have broached the subject with her. But how were we going to feel after we got cut off? Forgetting her would be harder the more we were with her, but neither of us could help it.

  I watched, hungry and envious of my brother, as she slid her panties down her legs, pushing her skirt up her thighs. She unbuttoned her blouse, just far enough to free her breasts, tugging down the cups of her bra and pushing her boobs up and out. She sure wasn’t acting shy anymore.

  The rail on his bed was already down, so she pushed off the sheets, shoved Carl’s gown up to free his hardening cock, and got up on the bed. She straddled his hips, keeping her back to his. We were both surprised, before Carl’s hands moved to her hips, and I went to the foot of his bed, finding some space to sit on the edge, so I could face her. She had Carl in her hand, stroking him. She reached a hand to my shoulder and braced her weight against me, moving to position him, and then slowly slid down. I couldn’t see, didn’t look, but I heard Carl’s drawn out moan and his free leg shifted a little.

  The hand on my shoulder went around my neck, Emma staying still as she pulled me into a kiss. When we pulled back, our eyes met and held. She rose up a little, then slid back down, her breath stuttering. I moved my mouth to her neck, kissing down her chest, playing with her breasts as she started up a good rhythm. Then her hands were pushing at my gown, getting it out of the way, and she was palming my cock and stroking.

  I brought one hand up to play with her breast while I worked the other with my mouth. Her hand didn’t move fast on my cock, driving me insane, keeping me hard instead of trying to get me off. I was okay with that. Because once Carl was done, I planned on getting my turn.

  I moved my hand to her mouth, pressing two fingers inside. She sucked them in, moaning around them, getting them wet with her tongue. She whimpered her disappointment when I pulled them away, but Carl distracted her. By the sound of surprise she made, he must have been at least partially behind the change in her rhythm as her body moved a little faster, then slower, Carl actually taking his time instead of trying to take her harder, like his usual style.

  Wanting to help, I slid my hand down her body, between her thighs, rubbing at her clit with my wet fingers. When she started getting a little too loud, I muffled her cries with my mouth. Then she was shuddering, body still moving, until I heard a muffled curse from Carl that told me he found his release.

  I didn’t stop kissing her, letting her calm down. I stopped when her body slumped into mine, slipping off the bed.

  “Come on, Emma. Up. I want to have you and I don’t want to get interrupted.”

  Carl groaned as she rose up on her knees so he could slip out. Her movements were a little shaky as she got off the bed.

  “Man, I wish I could move.”

  “Whose fault is it you can’t,” I retorted.

  I looked up long enough to see the eye roll I knew was coming.

  “I know it’s mine, no need to remind me. Do I at least get to watch?”

  I threw a frown at him, leading Emma to my bed, holding her up against me instead of letting her sit. She’d be wet, and the last thing we wanted was to get the sheets dirty and start up a bunch of rumors.

  I wasn’t up to doing anything athletic. I could walk, but having one arm out of commission would play hell with my balance. We could try the same position as yesterday, but even that had still been a bit awkward.

  “Get on the bed.”

  The command came from Emma, and it brought me up short. I met her eyes, saw the determination in them, and did what she wanted. She ended up straddling me, like she had Carl, only she was facing me. She braced her hands on the bed to either side of my head. Even though she’d just come, I could tell her breathing was climbing, getting heavier.

  “In me. Now.”

  I did as she asked, holding her hips, planting my feet on the bed and hitching my hips up as she lowered herself.

  We started slow, much like she had with Carl, taking the time to really enjoy it, not just rushing to the finish. Then she leaned down, melding our lips, keeping up the slow rhythm. It wasn’t just fucking, basically what we’d been doing before. Fucking was simple, but I could tell the difference between that and making love.

  Our mouths were locked in a languid, wet kiss, my hand around her back, holding her to me as we both came at what felt like over an hour later. She slid off me, slipping to the side so she wasn’t leaning on my injured arm, her head on my shoulder.

  We should have moved to get cleaned up. Our two hours must have been up, but she didn’t seem to care. Her eyes weren’t closed, so I knew she hadn’t fallen asleep. I wrapped my arm around her, held her body close.

  I met my brother’s eyes. We were both thinking the same thing, that we were saying goodbye. It was easy to tell he hated it just as much as I did.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Emma

  I had passed my exams and my internship was over. I was now a qualified medical practitioner.

  I kept repeating the words in my head, but they didn’t mean as much as they should have, not just then. Maybe four weeks ago, before I went home, before the argument with my mom and meeting the twins.

  Before I heard about the wedding.

  My mother was actually getting married. The twins I’d spent three different, mind-blowing nights with, were going to be my stepbrothers. It sounded like some nightmare I couldn’t seem to wake up from.

  “You should be happy.”

  I looked across my little table at Bran
di. We were at my place again, having more of the ice cream she’d brought and left at my place the last time. I’d called her this time, and she’d come almost running when I told her the news and my tone didn’t match what I was saying.

  “I…” but I couldn’t exactly say I was happy. I wasn’t unhappy, just… it felt like things were moving a little too fast.

  “So, why aren’t you? You’ve been free for a few days now, right? You can’t still be stressing over your exams.”

  No, I wasn’t. I had too much else to stress over.

  “Brandi, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said mournfully, taking a mouthful of ice cream. “The tests were fine, I don’t even remember what was in the papers, what my answers were. I can’t think about it, and I know I should be happy, but… I’m miserable.”

  The word summed everything up nicely. Miserable. I thought I’d felt it before, but it had never been like this. I had to struggle to get up in the morning, I went through the day, dazed, and I couldn’t remember half of it by evening. And every time I tried to sleep, I kept thinking it was too cold, even when I buried myself under all my blankets. I was also turning into a bit of an insomniac. I wasn’t eating days, so I’d keep waking up in the middle of the night for a snack.

  I couldn’t go on as I had been. It wasn’t healthy, and considering my job track, I would have other people’s lives in my hands. I couldn’t take care of patients when I couldn’t even look after myself. But I wasn’t even thinking about looking for a job just yet. I’d have to, eventually, before my funds dried up and I didn’t even have money for food and rent.

  “Well, I’m happy for you. You’ve been working hard for this and you deserve it. And… you should think about maybe changing hospitals. I don’t think Central General is for you.”

  Yeah. I’d made a few mistakes near the end of my internship. Nothing too bad that would ruin my reputation or put any lives at risk, but it probably meant I wouldn’t be happy there if I kept thinking about what I did in that hospital room with the twins. Now that I wouldn’t be doing it again.

  I hadn’t told Brandi about it and I wasn’t going to, but she had known the twins ended up there after the accident. Either she guessed something had happened, or she’d noticed how unhappy and distracted I was the days we met when I got off work.

  “I have the wedding to think about. It’s pretty much taking up all of my time, I was almost too distracted to go through my exams.”

  Until I took to studying as a way to keep my mind busy. So, I wouldn’t think about them. I wasn’t sure if I would ace my exams, but I was pretty confident I wouldn’t fail.

  But now that I had that, and the internship out of the way, they were all I could think about. I hadn’t seen the guys since they were discharged from the hospital, but they were expected to be at the wedding, and I was really looking forward to it. More than I probably should, considering.

  Brandi could see that on my face.

  “You should try to hook up with them.”

  I stuffed ice cream in my mouth, giving her a baleful glare. I didn’t bother swallowing first when I spoke. “You keep saying that.”

  She wrinkled her nose at me, but she didn’t drop the subject. “Because I’ve been watching you and I can tell how badly you want to, even though you refuse to admit it to yourself. Emma, you clearly like them, more than just a little I’ve never seen you so happy before, and that’s just when you’re talking about them. I don’t understand why you’re denying how you feel about the twins.”

  “How I feel…”

  I didn’t want to think about how I felt. It only depressed me further, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

  “You’ll only be related by marriage and it seems like the brothers miss you, too. They’ve been keeping in contact with you, right? And it’s pretty frequent.”

  I glanced guiltily at my phone on the table beside my bowl of ice cream. They sent me texts, mostly, and they asked when it was a good time to call. I worked weird hours and they were so considerate about it. It also wasn’t helping me with the ‘need to forget’ part of the plan, but I didn’t want to cut them out of my life.

  Yeah, I liked them, and it went far beyond the amazing sex. I liked being around them, we weren’t talking often but I practically lived for the little texts they send me every day. I wanted nothing more than to be with them. But that didn’t mean I could have it just because it was something I wanted. Life wasn’t so easy, or fair.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  She must have heard the reluctance in my voice, but she didn’t try to get me to commit to doing it. I would think on it, but we both knew that I might as well have said no.

  Now all I had to do was get ready for the wedding. I still couldn’t believe it would be happening the day after tomorrow. I had put off going down to the last minute, but Mom insisted I had to be there the day before the wedding so I could fit my dress. I would be waking up early to make the drive there, and I was feeling excitement mixed with trepidation as I thought about going back to Libreville.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Carl

  I was feeling a little grumpy, dressed in a suit and standing out in the sunlight because dad and his bride wanted a garden wedding. I tugged at my throat, wanting to pull off the ridiculous bow tie.

  Abe knowing what I was thinking, reached for my hand and tugged it down. I growled at him, but he just gave me a look, and I sighed.

  I shifted on my feet, winced a little as my leg ached. We’d been standing way too long, waiting for the damn wedding to start already. I didn’t particularly care about the proceedings, I just wanted it all over with. But I knew Emma would be coming, so, of course, I was going to wait like a good little boy.

  Dad could have been considerate, though. I was the one that broke a leg, after all.

  His response when I told him: “You got yourself into an accident, you little shit. I’m not going to go easy on you. You can stand all day, for all I care. Maybe it will teach you a lesson about being more careful when you drive.”

  Abe, the bastard, just stood there. When I gave him a wounded look, he just shrugged.

  “I’m with him on this one. I broke an arm because of you, remember?”

  I’d grimaced and dropped it, guilt stopping me from complaining anymore, although I really wanted to.

  I was lucky to be something of a fast healer, but four weeks was too soon; I had a brace on my leg, and it helped, but it still hurt. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, we’d been doing physical therapy since we left the hospital, though I had more days than my brother. I didn’t even complain because we both got our casts removed after two weeks. No bones had actually been broken, just fractured, and we would need to have frequent check-ups for a few months to be sure healing was going on the way it should be, but other than that, we would recover enough to go back to racing, and just in time, too.

  I’d been cleared to stand or I would have had to miss the wedding, spent the day at Dad’s place sleeping. But I knew the ache I felt then would only get worse the next day, and I’d have to walk through it instead of lying down.

  I winced, this time more for what I knew I’d be feeling tomorrow instead of the ache steadily growing in my leg.

  I felt a nudge against my side, and I turned to my twin, glaring until I saw the real concern in his eyes. “If your leg is really bothering you, just go sit your ass down. I doubt they’d stop the ceremony for just that.”

  I shifted to the other foot, winced again, even though the weight was now off my hurt leg. “Thanks, but I’m fine. We’re just waiting for the bride, right? I can hold it till then.”

  He didn’t look like he believed me, but he dropped it.

  Just as well. I didn’t plan on going to sit down. We were right at the front, as far as we could get without getting too close to Dad. But I’d angled just right so I could see when the bridal party showed up. I didn’t particularly care to see Sharon Davis in a wedding dress, but E
mma was coming as a bridesmaid.

  Since we’d left the hospital, we’d kept in touch, but I hadn’t seen her. Four weeks was a long time. Too long. Knowing I would see her was the only reason I was still there. Dad had told us a month ago, the date when he’d been planning for it several months ago; I wouldn’t even feel guilty skipping. If he wanted to brag about it, he could have sent me the photos after.

  After what felt like ages, the bride, and the bridesmaids, arrived, and the wedding finally started. I didn’t even bother looking at anyone else as they found a male partner from the groom’s party and started to march to the front. Emma was the last one, but I got to see her.

  It was definitely worth the wait.

  All the bridesmaids were wearing pink dresses, but I thought the designs were different—I didn’t really look at the others to see how different. Emma was wearing a halter dress, with straps holding it up the front and wrapping around her neck, showing her chest. It fell to her ankles but there was a slit at the side that ran up to just above her knee. When she turned around for a moment, I could see the dress dipping down to the small of her back. Her hair was held up with pins and flowers.

  I had seen women dressed in clothes that flashed a lot more skin, that left nothing to the imagination. But seeing Emma dressed like that, sexy but elegant, made me want to get her alone and rip the dress right off her.

  Even though we’d said the last night at the hospital would be the last night, I could not think of anything better than having sex with her one more time as a means of farewell. Because after this, we would all be going our separate ways.

  I glanced discreetly around, folded my hands in front of my crotch so no one would see the growing bulge there. Then I looked at Abe, seeing him take a similar stance, eyes trained on Emma and swallowing. I smirked, even though he couldn’t see to appreciate it.

  “Hey, Abe.” I nudged him in the side when he didn’t seem to hear me.