Cole sat down at the table, his handsome mien making my heart flutter.
"Little sis, you okay?" he ground out, his blue eyes penetrating even through the dirty plastic.
"Yes, brother," I said shyly. "I'm okay. More importantly, how are you?"
He leaned back and gave me a sexy smile. "Oh you know, lock-up's not so bad. There are some guys who want to get with me since I'm so fucking handsome, but I was able to fight them off."
I giggled despite myself. Trust Cole to make prison life sound funny.
"No, seriously big brother, you're okay right? Landon tells me that you'll be out of here soon, that it's just a few hours before you meet with an attorney."
"Yeah, we expect to be out of here in less than twelve hours," he said breezily. "We better, because I can't stand the food in this fucking institution. Who do they have cooking? Bears? Seriously, even I could do better."
I giggled again at the image of bears standing in aprons at a stove. I smiled at my brother, loving how he could make me feel better, and patted my tummy gently.
"Our baby is doing well too," I murmured. "I felt him kick this morning!"
"Really?" asked Cole, his eyes lighting up. Well, if there was any way to make the badass twin melt, it was to talk about his child. "Tell me more."
"I think he or she is going to be a soccer player," I confided, "I could feel him twisting and kicking, eager to meet his daddies," I smiled.
"Oh wow," breathed Cole. "I just feel so … I don't know … blessed, I guess. Listen to me, I'm sitting in a high-security prison, and yet I feel so lucky to have a baby on the way. You've really made me mushy, little sister," he said. "And I can't wait until the baby is born! You know what happens next," he said with a wicked look. "We're going to knock you up with the next one asap."
My heart stopped for a moment. This was the first time I'd heard either of my brothers talk about a future for us. Sure, they'd promised to take care of me and the baby, but that could mean nothing more than a monthly check, what Gerald had done for their mom. The way Cole was talking, with Landon nodding in the background, made me think that we had a real future together, where we had a house, a yard, a couple kids, and mutual love and respect for one other. I smiled, suddenly radiantly happy.
"Brothers," I said softly. "Come home soon because I need you."
"We will, sister," they said. "We'll find a way out of this place, we promise."
And there was no question that they were going to break out of the maximum security prison.
Continue to Part Six
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Morgan
"What?" Gerald thundered. "What do you mean the rape kit is inconclusive? It's a fucking rape kit for crying out loud! I'm going to see that that doctor's license is revoked," he snarled.
I'd never seen my stepdad so livid. A huge vein bulged from his forehead and his face was red and sweaty, the flush extending past his hairline. The buttons on his suit looked like they were about to pop, and one actually did, clattering to the floor.
"Gerald please," my mom whimpered. "Maybe the doctor who did the exam was inexperienced or just made a mistake," she said. "We could ask the hospital to run the test again."
"Woman, clearly you have no idea how these things work," he growled nastily. "If we dragged Morgan to the hospital today, there'd be no evidence of rape – it's all been washed away."
My mom sobbed softly, unsure of how to placate her husband. But I wasn't surprised. My twin stepbrothers had told me their dad was unpredictable with a nasty side, and for the first time, I was seeing it for myself. I snuck quietly to my room, glad to slip away.
As I rummaged through my closet, I thought of the events that had come to pass. Of course there had been no rape. Landon and Cole, my twin stepbrothers, are my lovers, genuine and passionate, my sex with them intense and incredibly exciting. Sure, they're a little rough at times, but any marks on my body are the completely consensual and not the basis for some ill-founded rape charge.
Plus, I'd been a virgin before, still learning to accommodate my virile brothers, their girths and widths testing my nubile body. If there was a bit of tearing here and there, a bit of bruising, it was only because I wanted to push my body to the limits, bringing the three of us to intense climax.
Humming to myself, I browsed through my closet. You might wonder why I was obsessing about clothes when my lovers were in jail. After all, Cole and Landon had been in lock-up for the past week, and my visits to them had consisted mostly of teary conversations through a glass partition.
But I was about to participate in one of the most important events of my life … my wedding! Yes, my brothers and I have decided that we want to get married. I'm pregnant with their baby, and given events of late, we've decided the safest way to ensure our future is to enter into a legal union , tying ourselves to one another for life.
I'm over the moon with happiness. Humming to myself, I browsed the racks and racks of designer clothes that Gerald bought me until I came to the outfit I'd been looking for. A short white lace number, it was demure but sexy, with a short skirt that highlighted my slim legs. It wasn't too tight, which was key because I'd started to show a bit, although no one suspected yet.
I slipped into the dress, stepping into white heels, and admired myself in the mirror. Ever since Landon and Cole came into my life, I'd given up the image of frumpy artist and blossomed into a young woman. My skin practically glowed, and I brushed my chestnut hair to a glossy sheen, finished with the slightest bit of lip gloss. I knew Landon and Cole would appreciate the effort, and hummed happily to myself.
Making sure that I had my driver's license, I grabbed my purse and stepped outside, eager to marry my baby's daddies.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Cole
She was gorgeous as she walked down the aisle. We stood in the prison chapel, Father McManus presiding, as Morgan glided towards us. She smiled sweetly at Landon and I, holding a small bouquet of flowers, her cheeks flushed with a radiant smile.
I felt ashamed that brother and I were dressed in prison garb. At least today, they'd let us wear grey jumpsuits instead of orange, but we were unmistakably still prisoners. Whatever, though. I was so happy to tie the knot with my stepsis that I'd wear anything, so long as they let me be here.
We'd talked about who she would marry beforehand. Obviously, Morgan couldn't be with both of us, that's bigamy. But in conversation with my brother, we knew that I was the obvious choice. Cole was head over heels with Morgan, sure, but he still had a wild streak, a badass persona that he wanted to explore.
Not that I'm some kind of loser, an old fogey at age nineteen. It's just that I'm more stable, you know? In our party promotion business, I'm the business guy behind the scenes. I manage the money, oversee the staff, make sure everything's in place to create an exciting, unforgettable event. My brother is the sales guy – with his slick demeanor and charming smile, he's able to convince everyone that BadBoy Productions will deliver an amazing fete.
So I stood at the head of the aisle, beaming as Morgan moved towards us, delighted to take my stepsis's hand in matrimony. I could tell that Landon was smiling as well next to me, my best man on this important day.
When Morgan reached us, she took our hands and kissed us both. Her lips were warm, sweet and innocent against mine, and I growled under my breath. I was ready to take her now, here, right in the middle of the church.
But she gave me a trusting gaze, and turned to Father McManus. The vows were incredibly meaningful. I'd thought it would be boring, trite stuff we've heard a million times, "in sickness and in health," etc. But when you're there with the woman you love, suddenly the words on a new dimension. Everything made sense, and I was more than ready to be a married man.
The service concluded, and I bent to kiss my bride.
She looked up at me, big hazel eyes limpid and warm, her sweet pink pout raised, and I devoured her lips, right there in the chapel, I was so hungry for her after going without for a week. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Landon intervened.
"Brother, a kiss for the best man as well?" he said.
I pulled away reluctantly and let him kiss Morgan. I saw that he was just as hungry. He took our stepsister into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her lips before turning it deep, dark and stormy, consuming her in that tiny lace dress.
The guard harrumphed from the back of the chapel, and I was reminded of our dire circumstances. But we'd find a way out, to do our best by the baby on the way.