Jennifer Cole - A Delicious Taboo Two.

by Jennifer Cole

  “Oh.” She sighed and knew her relief was evident.

  “Yeah, Varian and his family are new to the area. And he and Morgan are new to the football club,” Philip said, biting into a chicken wing.

  “We got to talking,” Calen continued before taking a swig of his beer.

  “And you put two and two together.” she giggled in his lap.

  “So, your heathens tell me you’re entering week twelve,” Varian said, grabbing a couple of wings and a handful of nachos. “How are you feeling?”

  “I feel great,” Mel replied. “My clothes are getting snugger, my appetite is hearty, I’m horny as hell…yup, I’m good.”

  “Are you taking prenatal vitamins?” Varian asked.

  “Yes, I started taking them the day after I found out I was pregnant.”

  “Great. Listen, on Thursdays I spend the morning catching up on paperwork,” Varian said and pulled his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket. Flipping it open, he pulled a card out from within. “Here is the address of my office. Why don’t you come by around nine?” He stopped and studied her a few seconds. “I mean, if you want to…maybe you guys want to discuss it first.”

  “It’s fine, Varian, honest,” Mel said, reaching for his card and putting him out of his unnecessary and apparent unease. “I’ve been procrastinating with finding a doctor and I appreciate you agreeing to take us as a patient.” Standing, Mel placed her hand upon the man’s shoulder and gave a light squeeze. “And knowing you engage in a similar lifestyle and have an understanding and acceptance of ours greatly eases my nerves. I have a really good feeling about this.”

  “Excellent.” Varian grinned. “I’m glad. You don’t need to be bothered with stress,” he continued and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him in a friendly hug. “Okay, tomorrow I’ll do an ultrasound, and we’ll take some measurements, discuss diet, and book subsequent appointments. How’s that sound?”

  “Sounds great. Thank you, Varian.” she returned his smile.

  Chapter Seven

  At twenty weeks, Melanie’s pregnancy was quite evident. The T-shirts she’d snatched from the closets of her men stretched to the limit over her belly and were just not cutting it anymore. Daily over the past couple of weeks, she’d been showered with pretty maternity tops and pants by her lovers, and by Calen and Jake’s moms.

  Climbing up into the SUV they’d purchased after learning they were expecting, Melanie was on her way to a checkup at Varian’s office. The men had all assured her they would be in attendance and meet her there. Sure enough, as she pulled into the parking lot she spotted Van’s Porsche and her Ducati Superbike, which Calen had taken to driving on nice days. Exiting the SUV, Philip’s voice gained her attention as he got out of his pick-up in the next aisle.

  “Hi, sweetheart,” he said and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Where’s Jake?” She asked looking around him.

  “He’ll be here,” he assured her. “He was finishing up on a site when I talked to him.

  With his hand on the small of her back, Philip led Melanie into the small office of their friend.

  * * * * *

  Upon her arrival, they were led into a large examination room, complete with ultra-sound equipment. Settling herself on the exam table, her men beside her, Varian was just about to begin the exam when there was a knock on the door.

  Jake entered and placed a soft kiss on Mel’s lips. “You weren’t going to start without me, were you?”

  “No, lover boy, we were waiting with bated breath,” Varian teased and ducked to miss the swing of Jake’s arm.

  “Fuck you, buddy,” Jake said with a sly grin.

  Varian chuckled and approached the table where Melanie lay. “Sure, you’re cute, but you’re not my type, stud.”

  “Don’t knock it,” Calen joined the banter.

  Deep chuckling filled the room.

  “All right friends, let’s get started,” Varian announced, all playfulness being set aside. “First, I’ll take some measurements of your belly. How are you feeling, hon?” he asked. Then he stretched the tape from her pubic bone to belly button and wrote his findings in her chart.

  “Really good,” Mel answered. “I do feel kind of silly, though. I’m already having a little trouble getting up off the floor when I get down there. I seem to be getting bigger by the day. Should I be getting so big so fast? I look like I’ve tripled in size since we met.”

  Varian chuckled. “You’re progressing just fine. Yes, your belly is big for twenty weeks,” he commented with a slight shrug. Then added, “But I’m not too concerned, as long as you’re feeling all right. How’s your appetite?” He’d discarded the tape measure and rubbed his hands together to warm them before touching her belly.

  “When I’m hungry I eat. I’m drinking my milk and taking my vitamins, as instructed,” she declared.

  “Hmm-mmm, good. How are you sleeping?” he queried.

  “Oh, I’ll field this one,” Jake jumped in and snickered. “Well, her tossing and turning keeps us up most of the night.” He shot a look toward Calen and Van. “How about the two of you?”

  Before they could answer, Melanie chimed in. “You two can start sleeping on the couch if me and our baby bother you so much.”

  Jake bent and kissed her lips. “Just teasing, sweetheart. I love it when you flop around like a fish out of water.”

  Melanie stuck her tongue out at him.

  “Oh, hey, Reanne’s pulling double shifts at the lab this week, so she hasn’t had a chance to give you a call,” Varian said as he sat down and pulled the ultrasound machine closer. “We’re still on for the barbeque Saturday, right?”

  “Absolutely,” Van said.

  “Yeah, I’ve got a new marinade for seafood that I’ve been dying to try,” Mel said. “I’ll put together shrimp and scallop skewers to grill. And we’ll bring a couple of cheesecakes for dessert.”

  “Sounds great,” Varian grinned licking his lips. “All right, now let’s take a look at the little guy and see how he’s shaping up in there.” He pulled out a tube of conducting gel, squirting a generous amount on Mel’s swollen belly. Using the wand to smear the goop around, he turned and grinned at the group. “Aw, he must be camera shy. This is his back,” he said and drew a finger down the screen of the monitor. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s mooning us.” Then he chuckled.

  “You’ve mentioned, ‘he’ more than once, Varian. Are you trying to tell us something?” Philip asked with a grin.

  “Nah, I haven’t even checked the sex yet. Force of habit, they’re all referred to as ‘male’, unless the parents want to know.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Do you want to know?”

  “No,” Melanie answered, and looked at her lovers. “I mean…unless you guys want to…”

  Jake, Calen, Van, and Philip shrugged.

  “We’ve got lots of time, sweetheart,” Van told her.

  The four men stood entranced, focusing on the monitor as Varian pointed out the features of their baby. Little fingers and hands, and tiny feet at the ends of bent legs. After ten minutes or so of gentle pushing and sliding the scanning wand over her belly, he sat and studied the report he’d created.

  “Hmmm,” he muttered.

  “What’s up, Varian?” Van asked.

  “Yeah, everything okay?” Calen echoed.

  “Sure, everything is fine. Baby looks great, Mom feels good, Dads are wearing cheesy grins. I’d say things couldn’t get any better.”

  “But,” Mel said, sensing there was more.

  Varian offered a casual shrug. “Okay, it’s not a big deal, but the baby’s measurements are throwing me a little.”

  “How so?” Jake asked.

  “Well, I admit, Mel, your belly is a little bigger than the baby you’re carrying…and there are numerous explanations for this, with none of them meaning there is anything wrong.” Quietly, Varian checked over the report again and pulled out the tape measure a second time. As he
finished and stuffed the tape in his pocket he said, “Just a minute…I want to check…”

  The scanning wand appeared again, and the four men tensed beside the bed. Melanie didn’t dare take her eyes off the screen in front of her for fear she’d miss what she didn’t know she was looking for.

  Varian slid the wand down her left side and she jumped.

  “Little ticklish?” He grinned at her.

  Focusing back on the monitor for several moments, he chuckled and looked back to her. “Do you see that?” His finger tapped a spot of the screen.

  Try as she might, Mel couldn’t see past the various shades of grey making up the mass that was her baby.

  Mel shook her head.

  “What the hell, Varian?” Jake didn’t even try to hide his irritation.

  “Well guys, from this angle, I see two arms and two legs…”

  “And that’s good, because he should have two of each,” Calen said.

  “You mean ‘she,’” Mel corrected.

  “All right, now from this angle” -- he slid the wand over to the right side of her big belly -- “I see two arms and two legs.” He grinned.

  “So, he’s got four of each?” Jake snapped. “That’s not right; there’s something wrong with him.”

  Melanie giggled, near hysteria. “You’re kidding, Varian. Please tell me you’re just trying to get us going.”

  Their friend shook his head and gave her a wink.

  “Will someone please tell us what the fuck is going on?” Philip demanded.

  “God, I love the four of you with all my heart, but sometimes you are so damn thick,” Mel said and tried to blink back tears before they could fall.

  “Oh, don’t cry, honey, we love him already,” Van said.

  “You mean ‘them.’” She smiled. “You love them already.”

  Four brows creased in question.

  “We’re having twins, you barbarians.” She giggled. “Two babies.”

  It took several minutes for the air to clear as the four men processed her words. A brief look of helplessness crossed each of their faces as they looked between her and Varian.

  Philip was the first to acknowledge what they’d been told. Holding two fingers up, a grin curled his lips.

  “Yeah,” Varian nodded. “Now, this is a first for me…well, not with a patient having twins.” Varian chuckled. “But, it looks as if the big guy up front here, with his back to us…is…” He chuckled again as he slid the wand over the swell of her belly, positioning it low on her pelvis and pointed at an odd angle. “Aw, well isn’t that cute…it looks like he’s snuggling his little sister.”

  * * * * *

  “You know, I’ve been thinking.” While sitting down to dinner later that evening, Calen began the conversation. “How do you all feel about moving?”

  “Why do we need to move?” Mel asked as she set the platter of butterfly pork chops in the center of the table.

  “We’re going to need more room. Babies are tiny, but they come with a lot of stuff,” Van said in agreement with Calen.

  “But this is our home,” Mel said. “I know I don’t…contribute much financially, but I’ve come to feel that this is my home, too.” Her eyes darted between the four men. The words tumbled out before she could stop them and she knew she was about to be on the receiving end of a lecture.

  Van set his fork down on his plate meeting her gaze. “Melanie, we’ve discussed this before.” Although his eyes were full of love, his tone carried a hint of sternness. “You contribute to our home in other ways.”

  “What, with a couple more holes for you guys to fuck?” Mel winced as the words spilled from her mouth.

  Damn.

  From across the table, she read the unmistakable glint of anger in Van’s eyes.

  Damn!

  His brow raised and he’d developed a slight tick in his jaw. “I’m going to chalk that up to hormones,” he said through gritted teeth, seeming to stare into her soul.

  Mel gave into his visual reprimand and dropped her gaze. “I’m really sorry,” she whispered. “I…”

  “It’s already forgotten, baby.” He grinned, a sexy smirk reaching across the table, grasping her hand in his. “I was about to say…our home, my love, is financially self-sustaining.”

  “Okay,” Mel said excitedly. “So why would we want to go into debt to buy something else?”

  Van smiled and the sound of his deep chuckle had her tender nipples stiffening. “With what we could get for this place, combined with the money we’ve saved and invested over the last two years, we could build ourselves a great new home and still not have a mortgage,” he said, reaching for the basket of bread beside the plate of meat. “And as we’ve discussed many, many times before, any decision to be made regarding our family is one that will be made by all of us.”

  “I’ve been giving this idea some thought as well.” Jake set his water glass on the table and continued. “Listen, my dad told me about some property over in Sherwood Park and offered to pull one of the crews to begin excavation and construction on a house for us.”

  “Hmm, that’s not a bad idea,” Van replied.

  “Sure, we can custom design it,” Philip added. “Sweetheart, you can design your dream kitchen and we’re going to need a couple more bedrooms.”

  “And a couple more bathrooms wouldn’t hurt, either,” Calen replied and set the bowl of steamed vegetables back on the table. “Especially since we’ll be welcoming another girl into the house.”

  As their laughter erupted, Mel scowled at the lot of them. “Yeah, right, like I’m the one hogging the three bathrooms we have now. Christ, the four of you are a bunch of divas.”

  Melanie’s heart plummeted. This was the first she’d thought about where the babies would sleep. But, moving just wasn’t an option as far as she was concerned. The love and acceptance she’d found in this home completed her, playing a huge part in her becoming the woman she now was.

  “Guys,” Mel mumbled. “I don’t want to move from here. What the four of you have done within these walls, helping me to overcome my demons, my past…this is my home, our home. ‘Home’ isn’t a place, guys, it’s a feeling.” She felt tears burn in her eyes and attempted to blink them away. “I want our babies to ‘feel’ what I feel, right here. With all of you.”

  “Honey, we can have what we have here in a larger place,” Calen said.

  Shaking her head, Melanie lost the battle to hold back the tears. “No, we can’t, I can’t. Not right now. Maybe someday, but not right now.” Getting up from the table, she went in search of tissues. “We need to stay here.”

  When she settled once again in her chair, Jake, Calen, Van, and Philip looked at her. The expressions on their faces sent a bolt of electricity straight to her sex. They wore sexy smiles, eyes heavy with desire. And the smell of testosterone that suddenly filled the air in the kitchen made her panties damp.

  “We’ll stay right here, babe,” Jake informed her.

  “Thank you.” Her voice grew husky. Oh, Lord, the effect they had on her still amazed her.

  “Okay, so back to what to do about room for the babies.” Calen scooped potatoes onto his plate and passed the bowl to Jake.

  “Well, I suppose we can have a room built in the basement for the computers and desks,” Van suggested. “That’ll free up the bedroom we’re currently using as an office.”

  “But I don’t use my room,” Mel offered. “Why don’t we turn my room into a nursery?”

  “No, that’s your personal space, honey. It’s important for you to have your own place,” Philip reminded her.

  “But I don’t use it. My stuff is just stored in there. I’ve never even slept in the bed or done anything more in there except get dressed,” Mel stated. “Van and Calen, you have the largest room, I’ll just move my dresser in there. And Jake and Philip, you have the bigger closets, I’ll just hang my hanging clothes in there.” Giggling Mel added, “Besides, if I want to be alone, I’ll just lock two of
you out of your room.”

  “Fair enough, sweetheart,” Van assured her and passed the tabouli salad.

  * * * * *

  With the dinner mess tidied up, Jake and Philip left the house to taken in a movie. Melanie had grabbed one of the many books on babies and pregnancy she’d purchased and headed out to the deck for some quiet time.

  After an hour, Mel was feeling a little lonely and very amorous, and decided to go in search of two of her lovers.

  Walking through the empty living room, she heard their heavy breathing coming from their bedroom and her nipples tightened beneath her shirt. Oh, damn, she grinned as wicked thoughts flooded her mind. Gonna have to change my panties again!

  Tiptoeing up the hallway, Mel found the door open, and as quietly as she could, peered around the frame. In silence, she watched as Van and Calen shared a deep kiss, their hands stroking over the tensing muscles of each other’s upper bodies.

  Melanie thoroughly enjoyed watching her lovers with each other. The strokes they used on their lovers varied from the gentle caresses they touched her with, but were equally stimulating and sensual. The sight of Calen and Van’s oral encounter had her body quivering as her arousal gained momentum. Without realizing it, Mel noticed she was cupping her breasts, her fingers pinching at her stiff nipples.

  Slipping his hand between them, Van’s fingers began fumbling with the zipper of Calen’s pants. Slowly, Van slid the waist of his lover’s pants over his slender hips and knelt, pushing them down Calen’s powerful thighs and to his feet. Licking his lips, Van leaned forward, flicking his tongue around the smooth mushroom-shaped crown of his lover’s cock.

  Closing his eyes, Calen’s groan was hoarse as his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. Van’s hand wrapped around Calen’s turgid shaft and he closed his lips around the tip, drawing the thick flesh to the back of his throat.

  Knowing all too well the exquisite sensations Van’s mouth brought to his lovers, the moan deep within Mel’s chest brought Calen’s heated gaze to her and held her spellbound. The thrusting of his hips against Van’s mouth had her right hand wandering over the swell of her belly, coming to a stop between her legs. Rubbing the lips of her sex through her pants had her own hips wriggling.