Forbidden Prescription 2: MFM Ménage Stepbrother Romance (Medical Romance)

by Brother, Stephanie

  I unwrapped my arms and reached into my purse for my phone. I called my mom and waited for her to pick up.

  “Hello?”

  “Mom? It’s me. I just wanted to let you know I’m going to crash at a friend’s so don’t wait up.”

  I waited for her to answer. If I expected anything, I would have been disappointed.

  “If you come in early tomorrow, be quiet about it. I like to sleep in on Saturdays.” She didn’t sound bothered at all.

  I sighed. “Of course, Mom.”

  She hung up before I finished talking. I pulled the phone from my ear and just stared at it. Why did I come home, let alone call her in the first place? She didn’t care. She hadn’t for a long time, and she wasn’t going to change just out of nowhere.

  I put the phone back in my purse, not sure how I felt. It should probably have made me sad, or even mad that she treated me that way. It wasn’t a surprise, though. More than anything, I was used to it. That was the sad thing.

  I jumped when something touched my hand again. I’d all but forgotten I wasn’t alone, and I looked up at Abe as his hand wrapped around mine, his thumb rubbing at my wrist, right on the pulse. It calmed me down almost instantly, though I didn’t remember tensing up.

  “Let’s go.”

  It was framed as a question, his head tilting in the way of the hotel. There was zero chance of me pulling out, at this point. Especially after that call. Mom liked to make me feel crummy, though I wasn’t sure if she liked it or she just didn’t have anything better or nicer to say.

  Still, I hated feeling crummy just because of her. I wouldn’t let her attitude ruin tonight for me.

  I squeezed his hand and walked forward. He did the same, no question. That part left me relieved. I hadn’t spoken to anyone about my mom, I wasn’t sure who I could anyway. Any questions involving her would just turn the atmosphere awkward.

  He opened the door and held it open for me, releasing my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder. We passed the lobby on the way to the elevators. He waved at the guy sitting behind the reception desk.

  Although I told myself not to, I looked up at him. It was pretty much the same guy that had been here years before, if he’d have been replaced, I would have heard of it. Abe waved at him as we walked by, and he waved back. He looked at me curiously, and I wondered if he recognized me.

  Probably not. A lot of people didn’t seem to remember me, or maybe I’d just changed a lot.

  The hotel was pretty big, for all Libreville was small town suburbia. It even did a lot of good business, though I didn’t think they were ever full at any point. It was big enough for an elevator, and when we got inside, Abe hit the button for the fifth floor.

  It got awkward for a second. We stood there, silently, as the car started to move slowly up. Neither one of us was much for talking, and I didn’t know what to say anyway. I fidgeted, moved from one foot to the other. I glanced at him and quickly looked away as my cheeks warmed. He was back to just holding my hand, or I would have been too frozen in anxiety to even move.

  But even in all that, my body could only grow hotter, tightening.

  The ride seemed to take too long, but eventually, it stopped and the door opened on our floor. He tugged me out behind him and down the hall, over to a door. He took out his keycard, slid it in the scanner on the door, and pushed the door open.

  He released my hand once I was inside like he’d been holding me so I wouldn’t run, and now that he was sure I didn’t have anywhere to run to, he didn’t mind letting me go. The thought should probably have worried me, but I only felt more excited.

  I looked around the room without really seeing it as I heard the door snap closed behind us. I knew he was behind me, but I still jumped when he touched my shoulders.

  “May I take your coat?”

  So polite.

  It didn’t curb the anxiety, but I shrugged the coat off my shoulders, sliding my purse down my arm, holding onto it as I slipped one arm out, then switching to pull off the other sleeve. I turned to see him fold it over a couch, before turning back to me, taking my hand again.

  I bit my lip, taking a breath through my nose.

  You already agreed. You’re not backing out. At least act like you want it or they’ll take the chance away from you.

  “I’ve never done this before, so,” I said, nervous. “It better be good.”

  I was joking, but his face was entirely serious as he pulled me closer with the hand holding onto mine.

  “This will be a night you will never forget.”

  He said it in all seriousness, but I thought he was just full of himself. But I wasn’t going to tell him that, because I loved the attention I was getting from him. It had been a while since I’d last been with a man. Life was too hectic, especially lately, and I didn’t get to go out much.

  I went with it, as he tugged me closer until we weren’t quite touching, but if I swayed forward just a bit, we would be. Then he released my hand, and both of his were running up my arms, from my wrists. I shivered from the light touch. Then his hands slid up to the sides of my neck and higher until he held my face in between his hands. He leaned forward, slowly, and I let my eyes fall closed, waiting for him to kiss me.

  It was just a simple peck, at first. I was almost disappointed, thinking that was all it would be, when he did it again, pressing harder. His mouth moving along mine, encouraging me to move with him, and we were kissing, nice and slow. Abe licked my lips, carefully, then, as I parted them, tentatively licked into my mouth, exploring lightly with his tongue. And he made love to my mouth, so thoroughly I tried to follow him as he pulled back, going on tiptoe, even though I knew I needed to breathe. But air seemed like such an unnecessary thing compared to this.

  I opened my eyes, and we were pressed together, my heaving chest mashed up against his, arms wrapped tight around his neck, even though his hands still held my face gently. I was panting for breath, and I noticed with some pride that he wasn’t unaffected, either.

  So maybe he wasn’t just talk. My body tightened at the thought. He hadn’t done more than kiss me, but already I knew it wasn’t something I would be likely to forget. Carl wasn’t even here yet.

  My body shuddered on a breath before he leaned down and claimed my lips again, and I sank into it with a moan.

  Chapter Six

  Abe

  I led Emma into the hotel room, took her coat from her and set it aside.

  I wanted her to relax; maybe I could offer her a drink, even if it was just water. She’d been nervous outside, but it disappeared when she made that call that just left her looking a little haunted. The nervousness came back as we walked inside the building, went up the elevator. Hell, she jumped when I went to take her coat.

  Admittedly, I didn’t have to touch her to do that. I wanted to. Then she made that quip, trying to pretend confidence again, and I couldn’t not touch her; couldn’t not kiss her any way I had.

  Then when I pulled back from the first kiss, only to feel her breasts pushing up against my chest with every breath she took, saw her lips full and red, puffed up from my kiss even though I had been careful, I couldn’t help but kiss her some more.

  After that, I made myself pull back again, releasing her.

  Don’t scare her off. She was still a little nervous, and I wanted her to be completely relaxed. Well, not completely, but I didn’t want her shying away. We weren’t high school kids anymore, but I didn’t want to take the chance.

  Besides, I needed to calm down a bit, too. Think.

  Carl would assuredly be coming after us, it wouldn’t take him too long. He wasn’t the patient type, after all.

  I had never shared a girl with my brother before. I’d never desired to do so until now. Our tastes were usually too different for something like that to even come up. I’d seen him naked plenty of times, still did; all I’d have to do was look in a mirror anyway since we were almost entirely identical. We didn’t sleep with girls in the same room, tho
ugh. If it was a hotel and we only had the one room booked, one of us went out elsewhere.

  It would have been too strange, just the thought of sharing the same room with my brother while either one of us got it on with a woman.

  Emma Davis would be worth it, though. All we’d done was kiss so far, and it was all I needed to know that it would be an unforgettable night for all of us.

  But before I overwhelmed her, I made myself take a couple of steps back. It took a lot of will to step away from her when she looked that good, chest still heaving, eyes a little wide and dazed, her puffy lips parted, cheeks flushed. And that was all just from a few tame kisses. I wondered what she would look like if I went at her with full force. I wanted to find out, and that was how I got the strength to pull back so I could get control of myself.

  “You never said why you were in town,” she said, voice breathless.

  She was letting me back down, trying to help cool the atmosphere. Most girls would push, in a situation like that, and I wanted to kiss her again that she didn’t.

  “I’m in town because of my dad. We both are.”

  We didn’t visit often since we’d left. We were busy, dad had his own life now, and there was always the glory of modern tech. Emails, texts and phone calls, Skype; we communicated just fine without us physically having to be home.

  But he’d specifically called us out this time. We made it back since we didn’t have anything on our schedule.

  Carl hadn’t wanted to come. Not after I’d told him we’d be staying for a few days. He usually put up with trips back home when it was just a stop; we’d drop in the early morning, be gone by the time it was dark. But I put my foot down and told him to grow up.

  I kinda regretted forcing the issue. Whatever dad had called us out for, I knew I wasn’t going to like it.

  That regret flew out the window the second I caught sight of Emma in that bar.

  “It might be the last time I visit.” I didn’t mean for that to come out, a frown crossing my face, but Emma looked curious. I sighed, ran a hand through my hair, and decided it didn’t matter if she knew. “He keeps running out of money. We didn’t mind providing for him, the man did raise us after our mother walked out on us. He could have decided we weren’t his problem and handed us over to someone else. But when I ask where the cash keeps disappearing to, he won’t say a damn thing.”

  She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one.

  “I know the feeling.” She rolled her eyes. “My mom is always on my back, getting on my case over the littlest thing. It’s like I’ll never be good enough, even now, and I’m so veryclose to becoming a licensed medical practitioner. Being a doctor is all I’ve ever wanted but to her… I don’t know. Not that she doesn’t care, that might be better. It’s like she resents me for it. She actually thinks I’m a snob because I’m going to be a qualified doctor.”

  I didn’t even blink when she said she was close to becoming a doctor. I was impressed, but I wasn’t surprised. Emma had always been smart.

  There was something wrong with her mother if the woman didn’t appreciate that.

  I didn’t like seeing that look on her face, either; the same one she had on outside. Not quite sad, but looking a little tired, haunted. So, I stepped forward and gave her a quick peck. She blinked at me, but she didn’t resist when I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me again. I brushed the hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear, took her chin in my hand to tilt her chin slightly up and kissed her.

  I kept it slow, soft; a slow burn instead of a flash fire. When she was relaxed into it, then and only then did I lick at the seam of her lips, asking her to part them. I felt warmth in my chest as she did, grabbing a fistful of her hair, at the back of her head, and holding her still as I tasted her thoroughly. I wasn’t quite as careful as the first time, and as her body melted into mine, I thrust my hips lazily against her abdomen, letting her feel my erection. She moaned, her hands on my shoulders tightening briefly then wrapping around my neck, carding her fingers through my hair.

  I moaned low in my throat, dropping the arm around her waist to cup one ass cheek, giving a tentative squeeze. When she just moaned and pressed closer, I gave another squeeze, another roll of my hips. My cock was so hard I was close to bursting in my jeans, and I knew I ran the possibility of coming before I got my clothes off, but I didn’t want to release her long enough to get them out of the way.

  And then one of her arms moved from around my neck. She trailed the hand down my chest, her fingers brushing over a nipple through my shirt and making my body shiver. She slid her hand lower, over my flat stomach, and I groaned into her mouth when her fingers lightly traced over the bulge at my crotch.

  We were both really getting into it when the door opened and admitted Carl. We might have gone on, anyway, but my brother didn’t know how to be quiet. It was impossible not to take notice of him when he entered a room, even when otherwise occupied. I let go of her hair so I wouldn’t accidentally hurt her as her head turned towards the door. I didn’t take away the arm I had around her, though, and she didn’t move away from me either.

  I wasn’t sure what I expected from Carl; I would have been pissed as hell, even a little bothered. We would be sharing, but it would get to me anyway.

  Carl just grinned, taking in our position, Emma’s flushed face and kiss-bruised lips and my hand on her ass cheek.

  “Why are you starting without me?”

  Chapter Seven

  Carl

  It probably should have been strange, walking into our hotel room and finding a carbon copy of me holding a woman I would love to get down and dirty with in a fun way.

  All I could think of was how hot Emma looked with her face flushed, mouth red and puffy from being kissed thoroughly. She also looked a little dazed. Instead of being annoyed at my brother, I was glad he’d made it back with her. She didn’t look nearly as nervous as she had in the bar when she’d left with him. Abe was better at dealing with that sort of thing than I was, which was why I didn’t push when Emma said she’d walk with him instead.

  I was more than ready to get this party started.

  “I would have thought you’d take longer.” Abe sounded sarcastic, though, his voice a little rough.

  “You know I’ve never been patient, bro.” I shrugged off my coat, threw it onto the seat with Emma’s, and walked closer to them.

  I wrapped my arms around Emma from behind, Abe didn’t even bother removing his hand from her ass. I met his challenging stare with a grin, then ducked my head to mouth at Emma’s neck. She tensed up for a bit, before sighing and leaning back into me.

  If Abe thought this would bother me, he was going to be disappointed, because it wouldn’t bother me enough to make me leave them to have their fun without me.

  I surprised myself a bit. I’d never thought of sharing a woman with my brother before, but I didn’t feel a thing about it. Not if the woman was Emma. It would be weird, sure, but unlike him, I was a bit more… adventurous when it came to my sexual appetites, so I knew it was something I could handle.

  “Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” I suggested.

  Abe sighed as I probably threw whatever plan he had through the window. He didn’t argue, though, just pulled Emma’s hand from behind his neck, moved his own hand from her ass, and took a step back as he tugged her forward. She went readily, and I let my arms drop.

  We moved to the bedroom. Abe went around to where our bags were, in the closet. Probably to get some supplies. Emma Davis was getting fucked by one of us, so at least one condom would be necessary. I didn’t care which one of would get the privilege. I’d be happy with pretty much anything.

  A lot of people hadn’t paid much attention to her in high school, but that was their loss. If anything, she’d only gotten better, and she was awfully good, to begin with.

  I didn’t leave her alone for long once Abe went and got busy. Despite the pose I’d caught them in, I was sure Abe ha
d been gentle with her. I tried my best, but I wasn’t the best at gentle.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, this time with our fronts facing, and I waited for her to protest. But her eyes just met mine, and I was glad again for whatever ability my brother had that I lacked. At least she wasn’t looking away from me, this time.

  I gave her a quick, fierce kiss. I would have liked to make it longer, make it last. I was good with my mouth, I’d had plenty of practice and willing participants, and I wanted her to get the full effect of it. But I was too excited already. I wanted her naked and on the bed. Hell, I’d been hard since she left the bar with my brother, and I’d been half hard on the way back, somehow managing to walk comfortably.

  But now, with her in front of me, looking so delectable I didn’t want to finish too soon, and for maybe the first time since I was a teenager, I thought it could actually happen.

  Besides, she was already used to my brother, but I could feel the tension in her body now that it was me holding her. I looked up as I pulled away, saw my brother heading back for us, grinned at him, and turned her around so she faced him.

  He arched an eyebrow at me, but he crowded close and kissed her. Her body relaxed quickly under his attention.

  The position was convenient. So was the fact that the little pale blue dress she had on had a zipper instead of buttons down the back. As she and my brother got preoccupied, I reached for it and tugged it down.

  She made a sound, her body tensing. I rubbed at her upper arms, made a soothing noise and kissed the side of her neck.

  “Relax, Emma,” I reassured her. “We’re going to make you feel good, I promise. Just relax and feel it, okay?”

  I didn’t know about my brother, but I planned to deliver on that promise.

  She was tense for a moment longer before her shoulders slumped, and she and Abe ended the kiss. We caught eyes for maybe a second, and he pulled away long enough for the dress to slide down Emma’s body, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Then he was tugging her toward the bed, slowly, with me close behind them.