Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(40)

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.