Jennifer Cole - A Delicious Taboo Two.

by Jennifer Cole

  Melanie’s body began to tremble between them as they brought her to climax.

  With masculine moans and roars, all four of them simultaneously exploded.

  Five panting wet bodies settled in a heap on the floor.

  Chapter Five

  In the middle of Mel’s ninth week of pregnancy, she walked down the corridor of the medical arts complex towards the Obstetrics’ Department surrounded by her four lovers. Upon finding Dr. Bishop’s office door, Van turned the knob and they entered the reception area.

  “Mom, what are you doing here?” Calen asked as he spotted his mother seated along the wall. He approached and dropped a light peck on her cheek. He offered one to Marjorie Welland seated beside her.

  “Mother,” Jake’s tone teased and kissed her as well.

  “Marge and I were already out for lunch and we weren’t about to miss Melanie’s appointment today,” Helen Maxwell announced.

  After giving the receptionist her name, Mel joined her support group in the crowded waiting room. She looked around taking in the multitude of women in various stages of pregnancy, and she didn’t miss that every female eye was scoping out her four men. The nerve, she fumed in silence. God, they were all but drooling as they looked her men up and down. A ripple of jealousy bolted through her, but was quickly replaced with the heat of excitement when she met Philip’s eye as he patted the empty seat next to him.

  The wink he gave her sent a warm tingle straight to the apex of her thighs.

  “That’s so nice, ladies, thank you for coming,” Melanie said and took a seat opposite her lovers’ mothers.

  The group made small talk until the nurse called her name, and as Mel stood, she asked Helen and Marge to come into the examination room with her. The two women grinned wide and the four men took their seats again.

  Once the trio had disappeared, Jake didn’t hold back at announcing his displeasure. “We should be in there with Mel. Why would she want our mothers with her? That’s our baby.”

  “Calm down, babe.” Philip told him lacing his fingers behind his head and crossing his ankles out front of him. “Obviously having Marge and Helen with her makes Mel feel comfortable.”

  “And we don’t?” Jake snipped.

  “Wow, you really are a pain in the ass sometimes, buddy,” Calen teased and turned to Philip. “How in the hell do you put up with him?”

  Philip shrugged and with a chuckle said, “He’s great in the sack.”

  “Let it go, Jake,” Van said as he picked up a magazine from the table on his right. “Mel doesn’t have many females in her circle of friends. It’s great she’s close to Marge and Helen. We need to allow her some girl time every now and again.”

  “That’s right,” Philip agreed. “We are under her feet all the time at home and she barely gets a reprieve at the club. Mel needs space sometimes. She’ll tell us how she makes out when she’s finished. Besides, lover, there will be many appointments.”

  * * * * *

  Nervous, Mel fidgeted between Marge and Helen as the doctor entered, taking a seat at the desk opposite them.

  Following introductions, the doctor glanced at the two older women. “And what relationship are you to Miss Drake?” Mel detected a hint of superiority in the doctor’s voice and attempted to tamp her instant unease.

  Marjorie Welland spoke with pride as she announced, “We’re Melanie’s mothers-in-law.”

  “Both of you?” she asked, her confusion quite evident.

  Nods were her reply.

  “And where is the father of the child? Why isn’t he here?”

  The hair went up on the back of Mel’s neck. “They’re in the waiting room,” she answered.

  “They?” Dr. Bishop’s eyes narrowed and Melanie definitely caught the contempt in the doctor’s voice this time.

  “Yes, ‘they,’” Helen Maxwell snapped.

  “I’m sorry, ladies.” The smile curling Dr. Bishop’s lips didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m missing something here. Are you telling me you have been involved sexually with more than one man?”

  “Yes,” Mel answered. “I’m in a loving and committed relationship with four men.”

  The look of disgust on the doctor’s face made Mel’s skin prickle.

  “So, you have no idea of the paternity of the bastard child you’re carrying?” the doctor asked, her tone snide.

  Marge moved to the edge of her chair. “Just a minute, Dr. Bishop. That comment is uncalled for,” she said evenly.

  However, Melanie had witnessed that tone before and shifted in her chair. “It’s all right, Marge,” Mel said softly, patting the woman’s forearm. Turning her attention to the doctor, she continued. “I’m aware the relationship I’m involved in is out of the norm, but I assure you, Dr. Bishop, my lovers and I are not going into this with our eyes closed.”

  “My concern, Miss Drake, is of course your health during your pregnancy, but I must put the welfare of the child first, above everything else. And I have to be honest with you. I’m not comfortable with what I’m hearing thus far.”

  “I’m sorry, doctor, what exactly has you uncomfortable? The fact that I don’t know which one of them has fathered my child? Because paternity isn’t a concern to any of us. Our baby is loved,” Mel told her.

  “Or is it that our boys are bi-sexual?” The words were spewed from Helen’s mouth before Melanie realized what had been said.

  * * * * *

  Fifteen minutes into Melanie’s appointment, the sound of raised voices could be heard in the waiting room.

  Several patients made nervous eye contact with each other and the woman sitting at the reception desk. Although the words were hard to make out through the closed door up a small hallway, an angry voice grew louder.

  “And just who the hell do you think you are to judge?” a familiar voice hollered.

  The four men looked at each other.

  “That sounded like your mother.” Van looked to Calen, his eyes narrowed.

  “Please Mrs. Maxwell, keep your voice down,” they heard, a little softer.

  The voices dipped, but the muffling could still be heard. Just as the four settled back into their seats they heard, “Now, you listen here, lady…”

  “Shit. That’s your mother.” Calen stared wide-eyed at Jake.

  “Maybe you better do something,” Van interjected.

  “Like hell. You’ve seen my mom pissed.” Jake said, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. “I’m not going back there.”

  Philip glanced around the waiting room at the commotion his “mother-in-law” and cohort were creating, and stood up. “Fine, I’ll go.” He groaned and walked toward the reception area. “But dammit, I’m not going in without backup.”

  As he rounded the corner, a petite nurse stood in his path blocking the door, where he could hear the two irate women berating the doctor. “Sir, you can’t go in there,” she uttered weakly, taking in his six-feet-four frame.

  Philip eyed her five-feet-nothing and smiled appreciatively for her efforts. “You’re not going to stop me, sweetie,” he said in a quiet but firm tone.

  The woman shook her head and pointed at the door. “You want that one.”

  “I figured as much.” He grinned and reached for the door.

  Before his hand connected with the brass knob, the door flung open and he was met with an angry, red-faced Marjorie Welland, still cursing a blue streak toward the stunned doctor.

  “How dare you!” she spat at the woman. “Let’s go, Melanie, Helen. There are other obstetricians in this city.”

  “What the hell is going on, ladies?” Philip kept his voice low, trying not to draw any further unwanted attention to them.

  “You should have heard the things that woman said about our Melanie,” Helen told him, ushering a shocked and silent Melanie out of the office and up the narrow hall.

  Philip glanced at the flustered Dr. Bishop with a raised brow. “Excuse me?”

  “The woman isn’t fit to be a doc
tor.” As they entered the waiting area, Helen called over her shoulder. “We’ll be reporting you to the medical board, lady!”

  “Mother,” Calen said in the waiting room full of patients when the group appeared. “Calm down…”

  Wide-eyed, Van met Philip’s gaze. “What the hell?”

  “Apparently, the doctor said some shit to or about Mel, I can’t quite figure it out,” Philip told him.

  “You what?” Van growled as the doctor made eye contact with him. Philip’s hand on his forearm stopped Van from reaching for the doctor.

  Philip shook his head. “Marge and Helen seem to have it under control. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

  Marge and Helen continued to inform the packed waiting room of their less than pleasant encounter with the doctor.

  “Ladies, you’re upsetting my patients,” the doctor barked out harshly. “Miss Drake, if you’d like to reschedule your appointment…”

  “She isn’t coming back here!” Marge snapped. Glancing around at the stunned and shocked patients in the waiting room, she added, “There’s enough discrimination in the world today, folks, the last place you think you’d find it is in a damn doctor’s office.”

  “Mrs. Welland!” Dr. Bishop gasped. “I do not discriminate. I resent that allegation…”

  “I hope none of you expectant mothers sitting here are carrying illegitimate children. Or are involved in an unconventional relationship!” Helen roared.

  Gasps of surprise filled the packed waiting room. Several women gathered their belongings and stood to leave.

  “Mother, please,” Calen pleaded. “What the hell is going on?”

  Helen Maxwell turned and pointed an accusatory finger at a gaping Dr. Bishop and her staff, and announced, “That woman is not fit to care for our daughter or bring our baby into the world!”

  “Let’s go,” Philip growled and pushed the cluster which was his family out the door.

  The fact that several patients followed them didn’t escape anyone’s notice.

  The two older women continued to bicker among themselves as they walked down the corridor and out of the complex.

  Van escorted Helen and Marge toward Helen’s car, and sent them on their way. Once back at Philip’s truck, he pulled a nervously giggling Melanie against his chest and sighed. “What the hell was that all about?” He moaned.

  “Can we get something to eat?” Mel asked, rubbing her belly. “I’m starving.”

  Calen chuckled and pointed. “Right over there across the street. Best burgers I’ve ever had,” he said and groaned as he met Melanie’s evil glare. “Well, not compared to yours, baby. Yours are the best I’ve ever eaten.”

  “Shut up, Calen.” She smirked. “Feed me, or I’m going to get real bitchy.”

  Seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, Melanie sighed and began to fill them in on her appointment.

  “All right, so the three of us sit down, and the first question Dr. Bishop asked was ‘where’s the father, why isn’t he here?’ So, I tell her, ‘they’re in the waiting room.’ The doctor cocks her head and says, ‘they?’ And then we proceed to inform her about the four of you.” Melanie stopped to take a sip of her water. Placing the glass back on the table, she looked around. “Clearly, the doctor didn’t understand and started to lecture me about promiscuity, diseases, etc., so I tried to fill her in a little on our commitment to each other and our family…” The four men stiffened before her and she could almost smell the smoke shooting out their ears. “Don’t get all worked up, barbarians. You’ve got to admit our relationship isn’t conventional,” she reminded them and plucked a carrot stick off the plate of veggies the waitress had set in the middle of their table. “Two bi couples in committed relationships sharing their beds with a female third…”

  “We aren’t just sharing a bed with you,” Philip reminded her. “We’re sharing a life.”

  “I know, I know,” she offered, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. But you know what I mean.”

  “What else did she say?” Van spoke through gritted teeth.

  “Does it really matter? I’m not going back there.”

  “Yes, it matters. You shouldn’t have to defend yourself or our relationship to anyone,” Jake said.

  “Oh, I know, guys. And, believe me, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks about me, or us, or our relationship, because it’s just about us.” Taking another sip of her drink, she sighed and looked around the sparsely occupied restaurant.

  She felt the weight of their eyes watching her every move and met their heated stare. “How will we be able to protect our baby from people like that? The world is full of intolerance and bigotry. I don’t want our baby being told that the family he’s from is, well, fucked up, wrong, dysfunctional. We’re not dysfunctional, just unconventional.”

  A couple of waitresses arrived at their table, distributing burgers and fries all the way around.

  “I don’t know, baby,” Philip admitted shaking his head, reaching for the ketchup. “I suppose all we can do is instill our morals and goals into our children and protect them as best we can.”

  “Yeah,” Jake agreed, passing the malt vinegar to Van. “We’ll just have to face those issues as they arise.”

  “All we can do is keep our kids safe, and be open and honest with them about our love,” Van said.

  “We have a great support system in our extended family. We’ll just be sure to surround our children with positive influences. Don’t sweat it, honey, we can handle this,” Calen assured her.

  “You guys make everything sound so easy,” she smiled and took a bite of her burger.

  “Life is full of enough challenges,” Van said. “Why look for things to make it more difficult?”

  Chapter Six

  As Mel served customers during her shift at the club, her anxieties were getting the better of her. She had yet to find another obstetrician and was about to enter her twelfth week of pregnancy. Truth be told, she hadn’t been looking too hard. She’d convinced herself the chances of finding someone who would be understanding of their relationship were going to be slim. And for the sake of her sanity, she wasn’t interested in facing another situation like the one in Dr. Bishop’s office a couple of weeks earlier. Mel didn’t care what others thought of her relationship with the four men, but she wasn’t too interested in setting herself up for a blatant slap in the face, either.

  Once the realization of becoming a mother had sunk in, Mel began to relish each and every day of the pregnancy. Subtle changes in her body hadn’t escaped any of their notice and she discovered, since finding out she was expecting, her libido was off the charts! She couldn’t seem to keep her hands off Jake, Calen, Van, and Philip. And they seemed to be enjoying her newfound sexual appetite just as much as she.

  Hooting and hollering at the front door announced her lovers’ entrance. From her position at the register, she noticed that tonight they brought a friend. As their eyes met hers from across the room, the expression of desire etched on the faces of her four lovers caused her panties to dampen.

  The gentleman accompanying them wasn’t as tall as her lovers; however, he sported the physique of a linebacker. Appropriate, Mel mused. Light brown hair curled around his ears and a smudge of dirt smeared across his left cheek make her giggle. Breathtakingly stunning wasn’t how she would have described him, but he was most pleasing to her eye.

  Mel pulled a jug of draft and collected five chilled glasses, then wandered toward her men’s table.

  “Hi, boys,” she said and set the pitcher and glasses on the table. “Good game tonight?”

  “Better now, baby,” Van pulled her into his arms, placing a kiss on her lips.

  “Hello, beautiful,” Philip greeted her, with a peck on her cheek as she stayed in Van’s embrace. “This is Varian Gagnon. Varian, this is our Melanie.”

  Mel reached over to accept the man’s proffered hand.

  “Nice to meet you, Varian,”
Mel said with a nod and a smile. “Judging from your attire, you’re a member of the sacred football club.”

  “Yeah, and this evening I was on the opposing side. When I joined, I was told this was a ‘touch’ football club.” Varian chuckled and cast a friendly glare across the table.

  “I said I was sorry, man,” Jake apologized and poured a round of beer. “Christ, I tripped.”

  “Jesus.” Melanie burst into laughter. “I’m sure I’ve heard that before.”

  The five men took their seats, and began bantering about their game and guy stuff. Excusing herself, Mel went to fetch the group’s wings and nachos.

  Arriving back at their table, she set their platters down and was pulled onto Calen’s lap.

  “Justin,” Jake called over to the bar. “Can you manage alone for a few minutes? We need to talk with Mel.”

  “Sure,” her coworker called back. “Take your time.”

  “Hey, I’ve already had my dinner break.” Mel feigned protest. “I can’t be too long.”

  “That’s fine,” Van said. “Well, we wanted you to meet Varian.”

  “I met Varian when you guys came in,” she teased.

  “Varian is a doctor, baby,” Philip announced.

  “Oh, that’s nice,” Mel said, reaching for a nacho covered with melted cheese and a chunk of spicy chicken. “What do you practice?”

  “Obstetrics,” Varian informed her.

  Mel felt her cheeks heat. “Oh,” she muttered.

  “And it just so happens,” Jake stated. “We’re in need of one of those.”

  Great, she thought, here comes the interrogation. “I, uh…um…”

  “Relax, I know all about your relationship, Melanie,” Varian said with a wink. “And I’m in no position to judge.”

  She felt her lower lip drop and her eyes grow wide. “I…don’t understand.”

  Varian chuckled again. “My best friend, Morgan, and I have been sharing our college sweetheart Reanne for twenty years. And the three of us have two children.” His words helped ease her discontent.