Filthy Doctor(132)

Jaxon and Miles moved away to let him out. She could hear him gathering his things, and then the door slammed shut. Still, the silence hung in the air, but it seemed that, with Ben gone, her modesty recovered itself and she wrapped the robe around her body. “What the hell are you two doing here?” she demanded.

“What the hell are you doing with a man like Ben?” Miles asked. “Don’t you know—”

“He apologized to me, which is more than either of you have done,” she snapped.

“We’ve been trying to reach you—”

“Not hard enough,” she retorted, folding her arms and scowling.

Miles and Jaxon both grimaced. What can I say, she thought. I have standards for the guys in my life. “I told you we should’ve gone to see her,” Jaxon murmured to Miles out of the corner of his mouth.

“She wouldn’t have let us in,” Miles said, but he was staring at Cerise as he said it.

“Sayin’ ‘sorry’ isn’t something that has to be done here,” she said.

Miles didn’t have a comeback for that. Finally he gulped and said, “Look, Cerise, we need you, ‘kay? Guy is all right for the weekdays, but he don’t get ‘em the way you do. We’re sorry. Truly, deeply, from-the-bottom-of-my soul sorry, about what happened to you. We’ve been going back through footage of the night—we think Ben drugged you.”

“Get out,” she snarled. Bad enough that they’d let her do a striptease on top of the bar, now they were trying to pin it on the one guy who’d actually had the balls to apologize?

“I told you she wouldn’t believe you,” Jaxon said.

Miles sighed and set down a USB stick on her dresser. “At least think about it,” he said. “It happens at ten before midnight. Please, just please come back to us. We need you for the weekends, at least. I’ll keep a water bottle under the bar for you, and Jaxon will watch your drinks while you’re pouring.”

It sounded like a reasonable plan and they’d clearly thought through ways to keep it from happening again, but there was one thing that Cerise wanted to hear that she still hadn’t heard yet. She waited, keeping her face a blank slate, even though their visible discomfort made her want to smirk and pump her fist in victory. Finally, Jaxon said, “And we’ll watch out for you and not take advantage of you.”

“There,” she said, coldly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Miles and Jaxon glanced at each other, wondering what else she expected of them. Finally, Miles said, “Look, Cerise—the reason we didn’t want to come over—”

“Yeah?” she said, escorting them out of her bedroom. “You tryin’ to make excuses again?”

Miles gulped and said, “No ma’am. But it’s—”

And then Jaxon grabbed her arm and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry,” he grunted. “I’m sorry it took us so long to apologize to you. I’m sorry that it took what happened last week for us to get the balls to do this—”

He’d said, “Us.” But it couldn’t happen. Not even if she wanted to.

Did she want to? And Miles was touching her, now, too, tugging the robe away. “Jaxon—” We have to stop. We can’t.

He kissed her again, with a fierceness that surprised her—her first response was to freeze out of surprise, but then he did something with his lips that sent a bolt of pure pleasure straight through the very core of her being, and her body, still a mess of jangling nerves from the night before, responded by returning the kiss before her thoughts could catch up. He’s your stepbrother—

But then she felt Miles reaching around her from behind, his lips against her throat, his fingers on her breasts, a slow grinding rhythm working its way between them, their bodies swaying in sync against hers, the gentle pulse of one hip against another, the hypnotic swaying that lulled the part of her that was panicking about them being her stepbrothers to sleep.

And then Jaxon dropped to his knees and began kissing her feet, working his way slowly but surely upwards, gently pressing her knees apart when he got there. Miles had shifted to her side, now—he took her leg and held it up against his body, opening her for his brother—the barest touch of his finger on her clit and her thigh glistened with the wetness, the heat perfuming the air with the scent of her—salty, with that trace of muskiness that made Jaxon lose his patience entirely and all of sudden he was lapping away at her pussy and suckling at her clit, sending wave after wave of crazy through her body—a mix of joy and lust and desire, making her want more and more and more even though her body couldn’t take it anymore, and a cry rose up through her at the injustice of it all.

She felt Miles pressing himself against her, his cock twitching anxiously against the fabric of his pants, and for a moment his hand fell away from her breast to free himself. Without him, she fell to her knees in front of Jaxon, who’d also managed to disentangle himself from his pants at some point when he was making her go crazy.

He was big, and she was till tender and raw from the night before, so everything was magnified a thousand-fold, it seemed. Every twinge from taking him inside her became an exquisite, joyous agony, every time he thrust into that spot deep inside her, her body seized around him, clenching him for more, even as she knew she couldn’t take it.

She wanted them to go on forever—she wanted them to stop—the twin desires left her incapable of speaking as Miles shoved himself, groaning and moaning, up her ass. There were no words to describe the feeling of heaviness in her as they both began rocking and thrusting together, gently at first, and then harder, stoking a kind of pleasure that she felt in her bones. On some level she was vaguely aware that she had a body, and that they were doing things to it—Jaxon was nipping at her nipples, sending little squirts of pain to pull her back down to earth—but she was riding a wave of ecstasy higher and higher, and it was too much—one mind couldn’t handle this—

But it can.



She woke up in her bed again, naked again, unsure of whether the threesome with her twin stepbrothers had really happened. God, she thought, as remorse overwhelmed her. I’m such a slut. She’d slept with Ben, and then her stepbrothers—but that couldn’t have been real, could it? They were her stepbrothers, after all—it couldn’t have happened like that.

She took another shower, still just as confused and bewildered by what she’d done. On the one hand, it wasn’t technically criminal—and it wasn’t even really incest—they were her stepbrothers, after all. But they were her stepbrothers, which somehow made it different—

—and oddly enough, special, in its own way. As she washed away their cum, she realized that she hadn’t felt this calm in a long time. Her body felt more like her own, no longer the jangling mess of confused and twinging nerves that she’d been earlier in the day. She felt as if her movements were more sure, and as she put on makeup and a plain light blue button-down and slacks, she understood what had changed: Ben was just for fun—she would’ve been fine if he’d actually stayed for coffee and then left. They might have been best friends in another life but they’d never be anything more than that. But what had happened between her and Jaxon and Miles had been special—confirmation of what they’d known since the day they’d met, at some level—that they were meant to be. That was the only explanation for why, even though she knew it was wrong, it still felt so right. You can only be yourself if you’re true to who you are. The quote popped up, unbidden, in her head, though as she grabbed her keys she couldn’t think of anybody who’d actually said it.

She was getting ready to leave—a night out at the Salty Dog or some other bar was as good a way as any of spending Saturday night, and she could text Ben when she settled on the right place to tell him it wasn’t going to work out—when Miles’s USB stick caught her eye, and his accusation about what Ben had done came back to her.

In the heat of the moment she’d chalked it up to jealousy but now, calmer, she wasn’t quite so sure about that it had been an empty accusation. Miles wouldn’t have given her the USB stick otherwise.

Do you really want to know?

Just a little peek.

She couldn’t see it: Ben, drugging a girl’s drink in a bar that was known to have security cameras—

And then she recalled that they hadn’t had time to put up the “Smile! You’re being watched by the most sophisticated video surveillance system in the world!” signs before they’d opened. “Well,” Jaxon had said, “it’s not as if we’re going to get robbed before we have any money.” The cameras were well-hidden, too, concealed in the shafts in the ceiling that carried the wires criss-crossing the entire club, linking the sound systems and lights. Nobody who was looking for a camera would see them.

She felt a chill in her gut as she plugged the USB stick into her laptop. There were six feeds, one above each bathroom door, one over the bar, one watching the parking lot, and three covering the rest of the club. It wasn’t too hard to figure out which feed to fast-forward through. For ten minutes, then, she watched herself serving drinks to the crowd around the bar. Her glass was sitting behind the bar—where it should have been safe.