Taboo Love With The Doctor (BBW Contemporary Medical Stepbrother Romance)

by Ava May

  "You don't make that much money working as a mechanic."

  "I make enough. I'll get by."

  "Honey." Amanda put her hand on top of Chris's. Like a touch of sunshine. Her mother always had such warm hands.

  Chris fought back the surprising sting of tears.

  "It's time to move on with your life. I know Jason upset you terribly, but you have to get past that and make plans for the future. You can resume your classes, get your computer science degree, like you always wanted."

  "I will. Soon. I'm just not ready yet. My job keeps me too busy anyway."

  Liar. She had plenty of free time. If she wasn't playing football, she was watching movies and playing online games. Anything to fill that aching void.

  "I worry about you, Christina. Please, come and live with us. Then, you won't have to work for a while and can concentrate on school."

  "I'll think about it." Chris slid her hand away from the comfort of her mother's and picked up the menu again. "What are you going to have?"

  The truth was, Chris thought later as she wiggled into her swimsuit, ever since Jason, her confidence had hit rock bottom. If she didn't know her own husband was gay, how stupid was she? She could figure out moods and feelings for everyone else, but not the guy she'd lived with for three years. Coming home early one day, finding him in their bed with another man, had been like getting smacked in the head with a baseball bat.

  Jason had apologized up one end and down the other. He wasn't sure what he wanted, he said. When they'd married, he loved her, really he did. Just in the wrong way, it turned out. She didn't hate him for being gay, or being confused, or really, for any reason. More like, she hated herself for not picking up on the obvious.

  Chris shook her head. Enough about Jason. She'd go for a swim, then hunt down Lila and take her on that promised exploration tour.

  No one else occupied the pool, to her relief. Her ankle still ached a little and she had to move slowly. She didn't want to dodge rambunctious kids or oblivious adults. Or look like a little old lady, hobbling along.

  Like everything at The Regency Hotel, the aquatic area was huge. The pool spanned the indoor area and extended outdoors. Two hot tubs, a steam room, and a dry sauna occupied the indoor area also. Several doors led off the main atrium, to massage rooms or some other type of pampering service, no doubt. Maybe she'd get a massage later. Charge it to Robert. Better yet, Ben. And get a really long one, with a facial tacked on.

  Easing herself into the water, she began swimming slow laps. Clearly, she was still pissed at the dude for last night. It wasn't like he attacked her. She willingly let him kiss her, and eagerly returned it. So why was she working off her anger chopping the water so ferociously?

  Because he'd made her feel. Opened that part of her she'd sealed tightly shut. The way it should stay.

  A flash of movement caught her eye and threw off her rhythm, causing her to inhale a spray of water. She stopped stroking abruptly and stood, coughing, glad she was in the shallow end. Shit. Ben. Was he going to appear every time she thought about him?

  "You okay out there?"

  "Fine. I'm fine." Was she doomed to have him always see her at her worst?

  "Guess we're thinking the same thing." He dove into the deep end and swam toward her.

  Doubt that. Too late to escape now, without looking like a complete idiot, she waited till he reached her.

  "Hey there." He stopped and stood next to her, shaking the water from his hair like a dog.

  "Hey there yourself." She coughed again.

  "Swim much?" He grinned.

  Bastard. "Yes, I do. You startled me and I got some water in my mouth. You're looking mighty happy this morning. I take it your breakfast was more fun without my mom and me around."

  The light in his eyes dimmed and she mentally kicked herself. Stop being a bitch.

  "Lila made a waffle fort. We got kind of silly with the syrup and jelly. Guess I let the fun carry over." He leaned back in the water and floated.

  "And you should."

  "What?" He raised his head.

  "I said you should. Let the fun carry over."

  "Still can't hear you. Come here."

  She strolled over to where he drifted by the steps. "I said…" she broke off with a yelp as he grabbed her.

  "I want you. I want more of this."

  And just like they'd never stopped, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. She fell into it, allowing the heat, the energy they'd created the previous night, to come rushing back. For just one minute. Then she broke away.

  "What are you doing? This is such a bad idea on so many levels."

  "I realize that, believe me. I thought about it all last night and this morning. But you know what? I don't care. You're special, and I want you. Want to get to know you."

  "So we'll have dinner now and then." She tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he held on. In fact, he smiled as she squirmed, pressing his erection against her.

  Oh damn, that felt good. Hard, strong. Her lustful body responded and she felt a burst of wet heat between her legs.

  "You don't want me. Shit Ben, you're a doctor. You could have any rich, skinny girl you want…"

  "Which is why I'm here. You're right, I am hiding something. Everyone thinks I'm so wonderful, moving to Maplewood to be with my dad. The truth is, I'm also running away from something. Someone. Marlene, the woman my dad thinks I'm going to marry. Not happening."

  As he talked, Ben slowly moved them to a secluded corner of the pool near a waterfall. "She's rich, socially connected, skinny, totally into herself and boring as hell. You, on the other hand," he ran a finger down her cheek, making her shiver, "fascinate me. You pay attention to what's going on around you, and you can look at people and see them as they really are. That's a gift."

  "More like a curse, sometimes."

  "It's because you care about others. Lila is usually super shy, but she senses your beautiful soul. She opened right up with you."

  Now he ran his finger lower, tracing her collarbone, then slipping into the V of her swimsuit. She caught her breath.

  "But, we're kind of related. Doesn't that creep you out?"

  "We are absolutely not related. We have none of the same blood or genes. Would you like me to give you the scientific explanation?"

  Hell no. She wanted his hands on her naked flesh. But the last little bit of common sense she had spoke up.

  "Shouldn't we go somewhere more private?"

  "No. I can't wait."

  He peeled her top down and his pupils went large and dark.

  "So beautiful," he murmured, and then quit talking.

  Lifting one breast, he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple, then grazing his teeth along it. His other hand pushed her suit down further, then reached between her legs to explore. She felt how slick she was as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, his thumb teasing and stroking her clit.

  He tugged her suit all the way down, lifting her legs to pull it off. Though half her mind cringed at being naked, with a man she barely knew and in public, the other half urged her to spread her legs further and grant him complete access. She let her head fall back and her body lean onto the side of the pool.

  Weightless, he could maneuver her around, lifting her hips, resting her ass on his legs. He continued to rub her, sending searing jolts of pleasure up and down her spine. When he dove under the water and began licking her clit, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back up.

  "Stop. I'm going to come right now."

  "That's okay. I can do this all day."

  He pinched her nipple hard, a move he'd already figured out she enjoyed, and plunged two fingers into her pussy. He thrust in and out, using his thumb to tease and stroke her clit, driving her insane with desire. Looking into his eyes, she saw tenderness and lust. He wanted to give her pleasure, to make her come while he watched.

  Letting her inhibitions roll far away, she closed her eyes and gave in to the waves
of arousal. As he increased the pace of his movements and the pressure on her clit, she arched her back and groaned, pushing her pelvis into his hands. She exploded with sheer delight, losing her footing, then laughed as Ben caught her.

  "Wow! I've never done that."

  "Had an orgasm?" He stroked her breast with his palm.

  "No, had sex in the water."

  "How about on a bar stool, by the side of a pool?" Before she could stop him, he lifted her out of the water, up onto the ledge.

  "Come on, over here." He held out his hand.

  "Someone's going to come in."

  "I'm not going to take long, believe me."

  Judging by the bulge in his pants, she did. A shiver of anticipation ran through her. She suddenly had to have him inside her, she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and feel his wet skin sliding against hers. She grabbed her suit from where it floated in the water, took his hand and followed him to one of the stools that surrounded a tiki-style bar.

  "Up."

  She sat and allowed him to push her thighs open. Then, an attack of self-consciousness hit her. She closed her legs.

  "It's so bright."

  The sun filtered in through a skylight in the ceiling. In the pool, they'd been shaded. Here, he could see everything. Every dimple, every bulge.

  As though he knew just what she was thinking, Ben leaned close and looked her in the eye. "I like big, beautiful women. I like women who drink beer, play sports, and sometimes cuss like a sailor. I like real women. You're perfect."

  Her heart flipped. He wasn't just saying this to get into her pants. He meant every word. This time, she kept her legs parted and leaned back onto the bar with her forearms.

  "Shit. Stay right there." He dashed over to the table where a shirt and towel lay, and dug around. When he returned, he carried a foil packet.

  She grinned. "Pretty sure you were going to get what you wanted, huh?"

  He smiled back. "When I want something bad enough, I am, yeah."

  Then the smile faded and turned to a look of pure lust as he dropped his trunks and stepped closer.

  Oh lord. He had to put that magnificent cock inside her right now. She reached down and lightly stroked him with her fingertips, enjoying the shudder that ran through him. Giving it a squeeze, she then ran her thumb across the tip, remembering how he'd teased her earlier. Spreading the drop of pre-cum that formed, her mouth watered with the desire to taste him.

  But not now. A door closing in the distance reminded her, at any moment, someone could walk in. She pulled him close with her legs and wrapped her ankles around his waist. When he entered her, she thought she would scream from sheer joy. His cock inside her satisfied a hunger she hadn't known existed.

  He pulled out, slowly, then rammed back in, filling her fully. She felt his cock throbbing and watched as his head dropped back and his mouth fell open, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face. His hands gripped her thighs and he pulled out once more, almost all the way, then impaled her, this time starting to thrust rhythmically. He opened his eyes and watched her, as she bit her lip, not really wanting to come again just yet.

  But she did, unable to stifle her moan of satisfaction. He followed seconds later, yelling out his own release. They stopped, still joined, foreheads touching.

  "We have got to leave. Someone is going to think a wild animal is loose in here."

  "Can't help it. I like to make noise when I come." He stroked her shoulder. "Especially when I'm this hot. Damn woman." He leaned down and licked her nipple.

  "Stop!" Giggling, she pushed him away. "Later."

  "Promise?"

  "Promise."

  ****

  "So your dad's not totally freaking out that I'm moving in?" Chris handed a box to Ben.

  It had been two weeks since they're get-together at The Regency. They'd talked on the phone every night and had both come to the conclusion, they wanted to be closer together. Geographically and physically.

  "Nope. Once I explained to him that I never intended to marry Marlene, that I want to be with someone who's real, and who I can actually carry on a conversation with, he calmed down."

  "How about the whole us being, you know, stepbrother and sister."

  "Dad's pretty open-minded. He doesn't much care what the neighbors think. Anyway, you'll be living in the main house, I'll be living in my little hut back there." He pointed to the back of the estate.

  Chris squinted and looked off in the distance. It would take some getting used to the vastness of this place. "Mom's pretty cool with us too. She told me to take it slow, make sure this is what I want."

  He set the box down and wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead. "Is this what you want?"

  She smiled. The guy looked absolutely fine even when dripping wet. His musky smell reached her, making her girl parts tighten.

  "Yes, it is. We will take it slow. But I've got a good feeling about us."

  He caressed her arm, his touch still sending fireworks shooting in her mind. Yeah, this is what she wanted. At last.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  I sat in my old tree house with my feet dangling over the edge. It was strange to be home. I’d avoided it so much in the last couple of years it no longer felt like it was my home. Mom was happy with the new baby. Shelby was adorable, but I wasn’t interested in seeing every little new thing she did. I was happy Mom had a new purpose.

  Shelby gave her someone else to worry about for a change and there was less focus on me. That’s what I needed, until I figured out how to take my life back. I leaned back giving my ribs a break and allowed the tears to fall. Jacob had really done it this time. It was getting harder to hide the marks. I didn’t know what to do.

  Anytime I tried to call things off he found a way around it. He knew what to do to get me back. He used my self-esteem against me. He knew I was uncomfortable in my skin. He always promised it wouldn’t happen again, but then inevitably it did. I was a lost cause. Somehow he always sucked me in, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I said no, but then he kissed me and that was it. I was addicted to him. When it was good it was great, but when it was bad, it was a nightmare.

  Lifting a finger to my rib I sucked in a breath. Just that one tiny touch and I was in a world of pain. I thought it might have been broken, but I was too scared to go to the hospital. I wasn’t good at lying. It was why I stayed away. Mom would know. She always did. That’s why I was thankful for the baby. Shelby kept the questions away. I sat up and cringed. I’d wrapped a bandage around my ribs, but I didn’t think it was doing the trick.

  A car pulled up, and when I saw the yellow mustang dread filled me. He wasn’t supposed to be here. I came home to get away from him. I needed space. I should have known it wouldn’t work. When Jacob got out of the passenger side of his car I knew I was in trouble. There was only one reason he wouldn’t be driving. He was wasted.

  “Brenna!” he yelled and I gasped and hurried out of the tree house. I couldn’t let him wake anyone. Ignoring the jabs of pain in my side, I ran across my yard as he was about to cause me problems.

  “Jacob,” I hissed. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  He smiled but it wasn’t a happy smile, and I shrank back from his hand. “Baby, I came to take you home, where you belong.”

  I glared at him. “I’m not going anywhere with you, and don’t wake my mom. The baby doesn’t sleep well yet, and she needs her rest.”

  He wobbled towards me and nearly fell, but I caught him and moaned when
my already hurt rib burned in agony.

  “I said you’re coming home with me, like we planned.”

  “That plan changed when you kicked the shit out of me with your damn steel-toed boots.” I was surprised by how well I was standing up for myself. Normally I cowered and obeyed.

  His eyes widened. He must have been surprised by my defiance too. He brushed up against me and gripped my wrist tightly in his hand. The smell of alcohol nearly made me vomit. He smelled like a freakin bottle of Jack. I gaged and tried to pull away, but he yanked me against his body.

  “You know what happens with you piss me off. If you would just fucking listen I wouldn’t have to hurt you.”

  I cried now because I knew what was going to happen. “No, I won’t let you. Not this time. I told you it was over, and I meant it.”

  He chuckled and nuzzled my neck. “You don’t mean that baby, you love me, my touch,” he followed by running his hand up my side and grazing the underside of my breast. “You can’t resist how I touch you. I know my baby’s body.” His lips brushed my neck and I tilted my head to the side succumbing to his demands.

  “Good girl,” he replied and reached down to push my skirt up. “I love when you make it easy for me.”

  I gasped when he fingers brushed my panties. I didn’t want this, but why couldn’t I stop him? This time I’d be strong. “Stop, I don’t want this,” I said and sobbed. When I pulled away I felt another body at my back. Another pair of hands held me in place. Another set of lips on my skin. Tears fell down my cheeks in rivers now. Not again. I couldn’t do this again.

  I shook and tried to find a way out. “No more. I don’t want this.” I yanked my hand from Jacob, but there was no way out, not with Alex behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut when I felt them work together to remove my panties. There was nothing I could do. I didn’t want my mom to know. I was ashamed of what I had become. Of what I allowed to happen. I cried and repeated, “No.” over and over again.