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

by Brother, Stephanie

  “We both know that. We wouldn’t do that to you.” Or wouldn’t want to, but accidents did happen. I looked around, just in case. “We just want to talk to you. And not over the phone, but face to face. Please, Emma.”

  “We’re talking now,” she pointed out.

  We both gave her matching looks for that. She kept her stance for a second longer, then sighed, shoulder slumping as she ducked her head.

  “I missed you guys. But I can’t just disappear from the reception, not this early. And I refuse to talk here, where anybody could walk by and wonder, or just look at us talking and start something just because of that. It’s my mom’s wedding day, the only one I’m ever going to get to attend, and I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

  Her expression, when she looked back up, was imploring. When she moved around us, neither of us went to stop her. Then Abe sighed, put his arm around my shoulders and dragged me over to a table.

  “Come on and sit down before you fall. You’re not fooling anybody.”

  “No?” But I groaned quietly in relief once I sat down. I must have been feeling worse than I thought.

  “No. Be smart about this and do what the therapist said. If you intend to ever get on a bike again, you’re gonna need to be in top shape. Just wait here. I’ll get us some food. And don’t worry about Emma. She isn’t leaving right now, and neither are we, we’ll just look for another time to talk to her.”

  Yeah. Unless she just runs from us again.

  The thought was bitter, a match for the smile curling on my mouth. But then someone sat next to me, and when I turned, I saw one of the girls I’d taken to prom senior year. I didn’t have any interest in her, but I gave her the same smile I used to get her to agree to go with me to prom when I already had a couple of other dates.

  Chapter Twenty

  Emma

  “Emma.”

  “Hmm?” I turned to my mom, distracted.

  I kept trying not to look around at the guys and failing each time. Everyone had eaten, so people were mostly just mingling. Mr. Thomas had been taken away by a group of his friends to go and discuss ‘guy stuff’, leaving me with mom. Carl was still sitting down, but Abe had gotten up to dance a couple of times.

  When Mom didn’t immediately say something, I paid a little more attention to her. She was watching me through narrowed eyes, her lips pressed together in a tight line. It was a suspicious look, and it had my heart beating unevenly in my chest.

  “What is it, mom?”

  Her face smoothed out and she smiled as someone she knew passed by us. Then she turned back to me with a slight frown.

  “You’re looking at your brothers that way.”

  My heart jumped guiltily, and I carefully arranged my face into an innocent expression. “What way?”

  “In a seductive way.”

  She commented so plainly, she might as well have been talking about the weather. I glanced around quickly, even though I knew there was no one close enough to hear her murmur. She wouldn’t have said it if there was a chance of it, but still.

  I also just wanted to look away from her accusing gaze. My eyes kept drifting on their own, I didn’t think I was being so obvious about it. But she noticed. I fought back a blush, knowing it would give me away as if I’d admitted to it.

  “I’m not looking at them in a seductive way, Mom. And either way, I am a grown woman. They are two, very attractive young bachelors. It’s not like I’m the only one looking. I’m qualified.”

  I stood my ground even though her eyes narrowed on me again. I refused to feel guilty just because she thought I should. Then mom said something I wouldn’t have expected to hear from her, of all people.

  “Well, it’s about time. I was starting to wonder if something was wrong with you.” she scoffed. “A woman at your age shouldn’t still be single, Emma. I know you can be a bit dull, which is probably why your date left you. Try to find one to keep or you might as well spend the rest of your life alone and buried in that job you’re so proud of.”

  I watched her back as she walked away, stunned. It was a horrible thing to say, to her daughter while on her wedding day. I didn’t plan on being married to my job, I wasn’t a workaholic. The way she said it, I might as well be some hermit, just with a high paying job. I found myself wondering if she thought I was still a virgin. Of course, I never told her I lost it at nineteen, a year after I left home.

  Still. Even though I’d been trying to enjoy myself, behaving, letting the twins off when they cornered me, I was left feeling deflated once again.

  Was this her way of trying to make amends to me? Just because she was being more subtle with her insults, did she expect me to be grateful she was trying? My eyes itched for a second before the sensation went away. This wasn’t something to cry over. I’d been cautiously optimistic, but I was nowhere near trusting my mother just yet.

  I looked around at the guests, needing a pick-me-up. Hopefully, they hadn’t left yet. Because I’d taken Brandi’s words to heart, and if my mother wasn’t going to behave, then neither was I. They’d moved positions again, but finally, I saw them, at the edge of a crowd with three of the bridesmaids—the younger ones—surrounding them.

  Seeing that, I probably should have stayed away. They’d come after me and I’d refused them, after all. We’d had sex a few times, but we never agreed to have strings attached. No matter what they said, I knew they could easily get tired of me, and it wasn’t like they were hurting for prospects. Hell, a lot of the town’s young darlings had come back just because they heard who the groom would be and had some hope that his sons would show up.

  Totally out of character for me, though, it only solidified my decision. Instead of walking off, tail tucked between my legs, I firmed my shoulders and headed in their direction, ignoring everyone else. Abe saw me first and then nudged Carl. Then they were walking toward me, ignoring the women surrounding them.

  All because they had their eyes on me.

  I liked that they were so focused on me that everything else seemed to fall away. No guy I’d dated had ever looked at me like they did. It made me feel… powerful, sexy, something I couldn’t say I’d ever felt. Before them, I was just… average.

  Did I really want to go back to that?

  I decided that, no, I didn’t. Screw what my mother thought. What I did with my life wasn’t any of her business anyway.

  We stopped with only a couple of feet between us. I looked up and met their eyes, first one, then the other, and they waited for me to say what I wanted. For a second, I almost chickened out. But all three of us wanted this. And Brandi had been right, being with them was the happiest I had ever been. There was no reason to keep denying myself, or them.

  “Meet me at my house.” I bit my lip, glanced around, and then smiled at them, a little nervously. “I have a surprise for you.”

  They didn’t even take a couple of seconds to consider, giving their answer immediately.

  “We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

  I grinned at them, adding a little sway to my hips as I turned and walked away. Any other time I would have felt ridiculous, but I heard one of them growl behind me, and I couldn’t help the grin spreading wider on my face. I probably looked like a loon, but I couldn’t help myself.

  No one stopped me as I left the party. Of course, no one was really paying attention to me, any more than I’d ever had, which wasn’t much at all, to begin with. I did go around and look for the few people I called friends, quickly made my excuses before going on my way.

  I didn’t even bother looking for Mom to tell her I was leaving. After that comment earlier, if she expected me to still stick around, she was an idiot. I just plain didn’t care what she thought anymore because I was growing tired of her letting me down.

  But I was too excited to let thoughts of her ruin it for me. I planned on making the time unforgettable for all of us, just like every other time I’d had with them.

  Even though I hadn’t been sure I woul
d approach them, I’d packed some sexy lingerie while hoping I’d get it on with the boys. Maybe I’d been planning it the whole time without consciously thinking about it. Either way, I was going to have fun with it.

  I was going to let my hair down. I was a qualified doctor and I was proud of my achievements. Whatever failings Mom still found in me didn’t matter in the face of that.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Carl

  We weren’t being very discreet.

  When Emma walked off with that swing to her hips, it took all I had not to just grab her and run. I couldn’t get her swaying ass out of my mind. Better yet, seeing it naked. We went around the place for a little bit, and we both saw Dad but didn’t bother to approach him.

  “I think it’s too obvious what we’re up to,” Abe muttered, but as I left the reception, he went with me. We hadn’t even lasted ten minutes, and it wasn’t that long a walk to Emma’s place.

  We’d both missed Emma like crazy. Abe, always the voice of reason between the two of us, wouldn’t admit it, but I didn’t need to hear it from him. His actions spoke loud and clear.

  Getting away for us wasn’t as simple as it was for Emma, though. Dad wouldn’t have cared if we’d driven off into the sunset, but a lot of the women kept stopping us for a chat, asking Abe for a dance. I was lucky I had the excuse of my injury to get out of it.

  To be fair, some of the guys stopped to chat, too, mostly about our career. And a few of the women were people we knew from when we were all kids, some even dating back to kindergarten. I wouldn’t say we were close with any of them in particular, a few of them were even exes of mine—if I could really call them that, considering we just had sex and went our separate ways.

  I couldn’t keep up ‘charming’ for long, though, not when we had Emma waiting for us. After she left, even my brother cut off the politeness, giving everyone an excuse they’d buy.

  “I could stick around longer, I don’t really mind. But I just hurt my arm. Carl injured his leg and he’s been standing around too long. I think he needs to go home and lie down. And I have to go with to make sure lying down is all he’s doing.”

  I didn’t even care that he used me as the excuse. Some of the guys laughed, a few of women caught the innuendo and shot me interested looks. I’d just smile and shrug, and in no time at all, we were leaving. I didn’t try to disguise the limp, making it a little pronounced, even leaning on Abe, and no one else stopped us.

  Once we were away from the rest of the party, I pushed off my brother, walking somewhat normally. He narrowed his eyes at me, suspicious.

  “Honestly, just how bad does your leg really hurt?”

  “I’m fine, Mom.” I rolled my eyes. “It really isn’t that bad, though. At least, I can survive with it for a few hours.”

  “We could…”

  “If you’re about to suggest we do anything other than showing up at Emma’s place like she wanted us to, I am going to hit you.”

  He grumbled, but he kept his mouth shut the rest of the way.

  We turned up at the house, and I knocked on the door, waiting impatiently for her to open or tell us to come in. I waited maybe a minute before I was reaching for the door handle. It wasn’t even locked. I pushed inside, Abe right behind me. We looked around, but couldn’t see, or hear anybody, but then something caught our attention.

  There was a shoe at the foot of the stairs, and we moved for a closer look. I hadn’t seen what Emma was wearing on her feet, but it was the same color as the dress, so it must have been hers. I looked up the steps and saw the other one.

  I shared a look with Abe and we both grinned.

  “Think she’s trying to tell us something?”

  “I don’t know, bro. Maybe they just fell off.”

  I picked the first shoe, and he got the second. One the upper floor, there was a door open, the pink dress that Emma had been wearing not too long ago peeking out, on the floor. We went forward, both reached for it at the same time, and Abe pushed the door open wider.

  Oh, fuck.

  Emma was waiting inside, lying on the bed, flat on her back. She wasn’t naked, but she wasn’t just wearing a bra and panties, either. The sheer black material of her lingerie didn’t hide much. Not that she was even trying, her breasts pushing out of the top. And when she brought her knees up, widened her legs and planted her feet on the bed, I could see her, pink and glistening between her thighs. No panties.

  Emma looked like a woman lying ready for action.

  We both took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of us. She was just begging to be ravished, and I wouldn’t mind giving her exactly what she wanted. Who was going to go first this time, what positions were we going to take?

  I turned to Abe with a considering look. Wordlessly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. He held it up, and I nodded.

  It should have been ridiculous, flipping a coin at a time like this, but neither of us cared.

  “You guys don’t have to do that.”

  We stopped, turned to Emma. She smiled, seductive, threw her arms over her head and arched her body deliciously. I might have whimpered a little.

  “I can handle you both. All you have to do is share.”

  Fuck. I was going to cream my pants before we got anywhere.

  With that thought in mind, I started tearing at my clothes, Abe doing the same. We probably wrinkled the suits, but they were paid, not rented. It was way too much money to shell out, but we Dad had insisted since we could afford it. It wasn’t like we would ever need them again, anyway.

  I started for the bed before I was finished, feeling more than excited.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Emma

  In no time at all, we were all naked and on the bed.

  Abe had mentioned something about me never giving him a blow job. It surprised me to realize it was true. So, I had him on his knees in front of me, while I sat down on Carl’s cock. I still had the lingerie on, they didn’t seem to care as long as their hands could get to the most important parts; on my breasts, and between my legs. I fucked myself on Carl’s cock, and Abe fucked my mouth.

  That was how my mother caught us.

  If any of us had been paying attention, we might have heard her feet coming up the stairs. But we were all too preoccupied, lost in each other as we usually were, to really be paying attention to anything else.

  None of us missed the door, though, and there was some cursing, then a scramble for discarded clothes and sheets, but I’m pretty sure my mom got an eyeful. I had the sheet up, covering my front, and part of Carl, while Abe pulled had slid to the edge of the bed and was pulling on his pants.

  Mom didn’t look at the other two, her eyes on me. I didn’t know if it was because she didn’t want to see the two naked young men, children of her husband, or she couldn’t pay attention to anyone else in the room.

  I didn’t like being her target of focus. I just sat there awkwardly on my knees, my eyes skittering all over the room, anywhere but meeting her eyes, my face flushed more in embarrassment than lingering pleasure.

  “Really, Emma.”

  Her voice was low, and it was hard to judge exactly what she was feeling, but I still flinched at the amount of disappointment she managed to fit behind my name.

  “I suspected something was going on, but I would never have expected this. Is this what you’re so proud of? What you want me to be proud of?”

  I had never seen her so mad, she was practically red in the face and spitting the words out at me like barbs. They hit their mark, and they hurt like hell.

  “How dare you do this kind of thing under my roof. This was a bedroom meant for a child, but you aren’t that anymore. The least you could have done was go to the hotel and pay for a room there.” She sneered, leaning closer, stance threatening, causing me to lean back. “You are nothing but a whore, Emma. I am ashamed that you still use your father’s last name. I want nothing more to do with you.”

  She wiped at tears
streaming down her face, while I still sat there, shell-shocked.

  “I won’t throw you all out as you are, though I am really tempted to. But this is my wedding day and I don’t want you ruining it for me with a scandal. You will get your things, and you will get out of this house. I will not see you here again.”

  It wasn’t anything I hadn’t expected, yet why did I feel surprised? I met her eyes, and I knew she meant it. She would throw me out of her life, and she wouldn’t regret it.

  For a second, I was stumped. And then I felt a little angry. After all the hell she put me through, how the hell did she get off acting the injured party to me. I couldn’t blame her for everything, no, but she wasn’t exactly winning any Mother of the Year Awards either.

  I could tell the boys were embarrassed, and I was feeling the shame. I somehow still found the space to be angry.

  “I know you’re jealous,” I blurted without thinking, but once the words spilled out, I couldn’t stop. “You’ve made it clear from the time I went to medical school. I have tried everything to try and get you to love me, but all you ever see is a fault in everything I do. I worked my ass off to become a doctor, and you act like it’s something I did out of spite just to show you up. I have tried everything since I was a freaking teenager, and it never happened. I don’t know what it is you want from me, and frankly, I no longer care.”

  I couldn’t keep the tears out of my voice, but I could stop them from falling. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, sometime in high school, and I wasn’t about to do it just then, whether it would give her satisfaction to see she had finally broken me, or not.

  But then I met her eyes, and I noticed they were wet, too, only she let her tears come freely instead of wiping them away as they fell.

  “Every time I look at you, all I can think of is your dead father, Emma. You have no idea just how much you look like him. We have photos, but I never wanted you to see, so I hid them. I can’t love you because all you have ever done is remind me of what I had and lost. It’s like constantly seeing his ghost. And I have lived with that for the past twenty-six years, you selfish little brat.”