6+ Us Makes Eight_Baby Makes Three

by Nicole Elliot

I gasped at the tickets. They were first-class flights to Tuscany. I pulled out the small folded up sheet of paper and gazed upon the most incredible place I’d ever seen. A beautiful villa that overlooked the marvelous sights of the city. It came with a personal chef, a private hot tub, and unfettered access to the vineyards on the hills behind it.

  “Please don’t tell me you bought this place,” I said breathlessly.

  “Not this time,” Ryan said with a grin. “But we are going there for two weeks.”

  “Two weeks?”

  “Our flights leave this Friday. I figured you wouldn’t want to leave the kids immediately, and it’ll give you time to reschedule things with the students you’re tutoring from Lawrence Day.”

  “Two weeks in Tuscany?” I asked.

  “And all the pasta, desserts, and wine you could ever want.”

  I leaned into Ryan and wrapped my arms around him. Two weeks with just the two of us. I couldn’t imagine. We’d led our entire relationship surrounded by children that I didn’t know what it felt like to not have them around. I sighed into his chest as tears rose to my eyes. I could feel his grip tightening around my body. Two weeks. Two entire weeks of him, myself, wine, and a hot tub.

  A private hot tub.

  “The nanny will be with the kids in-house the entire time,” Ryan said into my hair. “Plus, Carter and Natasha have promised to bring the kids over for playdates. They’ll be taken care of, and we can enjoy some time together.”

  “How did you do all this?” I asked with a whisper.

  I felt his finger crook underneath my chin before he pulled my gaze up to meet his.

  “You are the heart of this family, Emma. All of us? We’re spokes that are connected to you. You are the love of my life. And now? You’re my wife. And I know you need a break. We both do. This past year and a half, it’s been full of so much chaos and beauty and heartache and winding roads. I get whiplash simply thinking about it.”

  “You too, huh?” I asked with a snicker.

  “If you want to go to Italy and explore the city, we’ll go from dawn until dusk. If you want to go to Italy and stay cooped up in bed for two weeks, then we’ll never put on clothes. You need a rest, I need a rest, and we deserve a honeymoon. Emma, will you go with me? Will you let me give this to you?”

  I stood to my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.

  “Yes,” I said with a whisper. “I’ll go to Tuscany with you.”

  Twenty-Nine

  Ryan

  “We could even come stay over for a few nights if the nanny needs a break,” Natasha said.

  “Six kids is hard on anyone, no matter what you’re paying them,” Carter said.

  “I could come over and help, too,” Valentina said. “If anyone wants me to.”

  “Can we watch a movie?” Zoey asked.

  “Can I have more cake?” Hunter asked.

  I took Emma’s hand and dragged her down the stairs. Everyone was so preoccupied with laying out their schedules for the next two weeks, so I decided to whisk my newly-wedded wife away. I couldn’t stand it any longer. The way that dress framed her body had my cock throbbing against my pants the entire damn ceremony. Her tits pushed to glorious bulbs in the strapless gown and her hips accented by the lace that draped over her body.

  It was enough to drive me wild.

  “Ryan! What are you-?”

  I slammed my lips to hers and pushed her into one of the guest rooms, then locked the door behind us.

  I shoved her wedding dress up her legs as she fell to the bed. My cock was leaking against my trousers, needing to be freed. I ripped my belt from the loops and tossed it to the floor, then shoved my pants down my legs.

  “I need you,” Emma said breathlessly. “I need my husband.”

  Listening to that title-- hearing it fall off her lips-- was too much for me. I fell to her body, my cock painting her thighs with my precum, and covered her in kisses. I nipped at her tits. Sucked at her neck. Dragged her lower lip between my bottom teeth. Her hands raked through my hair and I felt her growing wetness against the skin of my throbbing dick.

  She reached down and wrapped her delicate hand around it before guiding my body into hers.

  “Holy shit,” I said with a groan.

  “Oh yes. I love the way you fill me, Ryan.”

  I sank to my hilt and gave her time to adjust. Fuck me. She was always so tight. So wet and so hot for my body. I rose up from the bed and stood at the edge, then fisted her thighs and pulled her closer. That innocent wedding gown against her reddened skin. I was about to debauch the very idea of her innocence while she still wore it.

  My cock glistened with her streaks of white as I pounded into her. I watched her hands wrap around my forearms as I tossed her legs over my shoulders. She bit down onto her lower lip. Muffled her sounds so no one could hear us down below them. My balls slapped her luscious ass as my hands sank into her hips. Her dress fluttered around her body as her juices dripped down my balls.

  “Fuck me, Emma. So beautiful.”

  “I love you. I love you so much, Ryan.”

  I folded her in half and planted my hands beside her head. I wanted to look in her eyes when she came around my cock. I ground my tightened curls into her aching clit and watched her eyes fly open. Her jaw unhinged and I felt her pussy clamp down onto me. She was close. I could feel it. I crashed our lips together and swallowed her sounds. Her moans. Her groans.

  And holy hell, did her pussy pull me deep.

  I snapped my hips against hers. Skin smacking skin was the only sound that filled the room. Her beautiful wedding dress was bunched up around her body and my suit pants were down around my ankles. Her juices dripped down my thighs and her pussy throbbed around me. Milked my cock as my balls pulled up into my body. My hips stuttered. My toes curled. I watched Emma’s eyes as they rolled back into her head. I sank into her pussy and stroked her slit with my pelvis, rolling my hips around and watched her shiver underneath me.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. Ryan, holy fuck. Don’t stop!”

  I swallowed every word. Every groan. Every helpless pant that came as a result of my love for her. My cock flooded her body. Painted her walls with thick threads of cum as her pussy guzzled it all down. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer. Her entire body shook against me as her legs pulled taut. I took her hands within mine, threading our fingers together and pinning them above her head.

  Her tits finally popped out of her gown and I released her lips, dipping down to caress them with the thick of my tongue.

  Her legs slid from my shoulders and I fell into her body. I wrapped my lips around her engorged peaks. I lapped my tongue against them until she was shivering and covered in a beautiful sheen of sweat. I stayed seated within her body, my aching cock blanketed by her warmth, until I finally had the energy to pull away.

  I gathered her close to me, not caring about the pants at my ankles as I kissed the top of her head.

  “I can’t believe you did all this for me,” Emma said breathlessly.

  I sat down on the bed beside her and caught her as she fell onto my shoulder.

  “I can’t believe you went along with it,” I said with a grin.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” she asked.

  I looked down at her as her beautiful, glistening eyes turned up to take in mine.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “But there’s always that sliver of fear that wondered if you would say ‘no’.”

  “I could never say ‘no’ to you,” she said.

  I felt my cock pulse against my body as my hand came up to cup her cheek.

  “Is that so?” I asked.

  I stroked her cheek with my thumb before I laid her back down onto the bed.

  “Ryan? What are you-? We really should be getting back-?”

  But my mouth upon her pussy silenced her pleas and her hands rushed to my hair.

  “I love you,” I said as I kissed her swollen clit.

  Her legs parted lecherously for me
as our juices flowed from her throbbing entrance.

  “I love you too,” Emma said.

  Her Dirty Billionaires

  A Ménage Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  And

  Sophie Madison

  1

  Jude

  If I weren't rich, I would have had a much harder time getting through the day.

  People could say all they wanted, but money made shit easier. Die mad about it, was what I told them. They were probably happy with their fifty grand a year and fuel-efficient cars. But that didn’t work for me, which was why I worked so damn hard for everything.

  Maverick said I told others to do the hard work, but at least I had the damned ideas to begin with.

  I’d started the day with a workout, as I did every Tuesday. I met my trainer at the gym, spent a good hour busting out some frustration, and then had my chef cook an egg breakfast before my driver took me to work. Most of the time I drove, but the worst thing after an arm workout was working a stick; my ’69 shift had a really heavy wheel.

  All was well until I sat in front of my computer and read my own emails, instead of letting my assistant do it.

  Maverick had been up my ass for the past few months. He wanted to tighten things up, and that included not letting assistants see too much behind the scenes since not all of them had signed NDAs. Maverick and I worked too hard to have some weasel selling secrets.

  Right out of college, we’d started this brokerage company from the ground up. We’d met in college—the oh so original roommates story. He’d thought I was some punk with tattoos, and I’d thought he was a rich brat from the valley, but both of us were wrong.

  I guess he’d been partially right about me though. I’d had a full sleeve of tattoos back then, but now I only had two. The main difference, though, was that I’d become worth billions of dollars.

  I continued sorting through my emails, seeing that the ones from the stock account managers didn’t look as good as normal. However, I chalked that up to the sudden influx of bankruptcy in some big toy company. This job was all about connecting dots and making shots in the dark. So I saved notes for a meeting later with Maverick; we never made decision about the company alone.

  Our team was small, but efficient, with no need for a board and seven partners. There was just us as partners and principal owners. Nonetheless, we were starting to see some lag thanks to our two old-fashioned senior brokers—proof of why we needed someone new and fresh to help make good choices. Someone preferably right out of college so that they could actually remember shit. It took a lot to keep a company running, so hiring new and qualified people was important.

  I rose from my desk to get the stack of paper applications from the mail. Maverick liked being old-fashioned, claiming it made it easier to see things like resumes, letters of recommendation, and work history when it was written down.

  “Besides, computers crash,” he always reasoned.

  The manila folders were thick and landed on my desk with a thud. I groaned to myself and settled on the couch, ready for a long afternoon. The packets were so thick because we required so much, including photos of the applicants to weed out any moles or potential spies. This was a cutthroat industry and everyone had a price for their secrets, or even their company’s secrets. So there were always people willing to work for rival companies to bring down their former company. Our methods ensured that never happened to us though. We did background checks on applicants before they even had their initial interview.

  As I continued sorting through the applications, none of them stood out to me. They all simply had the regular stuff—clean college records, internships, short starter jobs.

  I was just about to call it quits when my eyes landed on the application for a Henley Cates. I read the resume first, seeing that she’d done multiple short internships at other companies, a few even bigger than ours. The applicant pool was specifically for a corporate lawyer—someone who could fight our battles before we even knew they existed.

  Henley Cates seemed good, and that was before I even got to her picture.

  Damn.

  If I’d had her in the office now, it wouldn’t have been good for anyone, especially me. She was stunning. Just looking at her photo, I began to have inappropriate thoughts about wrapping her red hair around my fingers. Her face was soft and sweet, the kind of innocent look I shamefully wanted to defile. I knew not to hire someone based on looks, but whoever made that rule hadn’t seen Henley. Plus, I’d never been one for following rules…

  I stood with her application in hand, prepared to match it with the file number on our online portal to set up an interview. But after further thought, I decided to talk it over with Maverick first.

  As if on cue, he walked into my office without knocking.

  “What if I had been jacking off?” I said as he shut the door.

  He scowled. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’d seen it. We need to talk.” His movie-star good looks were twisted in frustration. Even his suit jacket was undone—a rare sight. Sighing, he poured himself a scotch, also strange considering he never drank during the day.

  He took a seat in the chair before my desk.

  I crossed my arms. “I have to talk to you too. About the applicants.”

  “I fucking forgot about that,” he said after downing his drink. He ran a hand across his face and through his hair, which wasn’t as well kept as it usually was.

  “How about another drink?”

  He nodded and held out his glass. I poured him more scotch and took some for myself while he stewed for a moment.

  “I think I found a good applicant,” I said, breaking the silence.

  He glanced at me with a torrid look in his eyes. “If she’s some hot chick, we’re not hiring her. Last time was difficult enough.”

  I laughed, knowing he was referring to some years ago when we brought in this intern—a typical hot blonde with a shit work ethic. She was somehow good at the job though, at least until she started using her body to get favors from every man in the company—weird, off the wall shit like rigging the overtime clock, filing stuff she hadn’t actually done, and falsifying post-meeting reports. She even hacked the security system so she could show up and leave whenever she wanted. Yet, no one did or said anything because she would just bat her eyes.

  Obviously, women could and did work with us. It was just that when I got involved, I usually couldn’t help myself. After all, it wasn’t in anyone’s contract that there couldn’t be office relationships.

  “She is a…well, she’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. But her application actually stands out,” I defended.

  He shook his head and set his glass down. “Whatever. We can talk about that later. I came to talk to you about Hatchett.”

  I frowned. If there was anyone or anything I hated more in this world, it was that damned Hatchett and his company. Our competitors. Our rivals. The company that rose with us, but somehow managed to always stay a few points ahead of us in stock value every quarter. They weren’t any bigger than us, and they didn’t have better owners. They just sold off a long time ago and rotated CEOs every year. We’d been around for eleven years, meanwhile, they’d had different board members every half-year. It gave them an edge over us, especially since Maverick and I were the only operating partners and owners.

  “What about him?” I said through gritted teeth.

  Maverick scoffed and leaned back, crossing his arms. “We went in on the same buy-in to that new tech start up with Hatchett four months ago,” he started.

  I nodded. I’d hated that plan, but we’d needed to flood the market and we were the only investment firm besides Hatchett that went in on that new startup. Tech was a big deal now though, and social media ran everything. So it would have been foolish not to go in on it. In the past four months since, others joined and drove investment up to over seventy percent, giving more potential for return. It was a gamble but seemed to be working.

 
“Hatchett pulled out this morning,” Maverick said, deadpan.

  “What?” I said blankly.

  Maverick gave a single nod, knowing what this meant and knowing I was already putting the pieces together. “The market is already down five deviations. Our stock is down, and our initial percentage of investment just decreased in value,” he continued, spelling it out anyway.

  I sat, reeling. The initial buy-in was ten million, but we weren’t prepared to go half-and-half with no contract, particularly not with a company we hated and didn’t trust. Their worth was that much higher, so we had let him take the fucking bit and went in seventy/thirty. Now, with them pulling out, everything shifted to cover that loss, putting us in place to lose three million if we didn’t figure it out.

  The problem was, we hadn’t used company revenue for it. We hadn’t wanted to have to write it off and knew that if it went bad, we would have to recover company loss in the market as well.

  “Fuck,” I said.

  “Yeah. Fuck. I already started making calls. The other companies came in later with a lot less, so their losses will be dismal. But ours…”

  “I mean, it’s only three million,” I said pointing out the obvious.

  Maverick shot me a look. “I know, but we don’t need that dip in market right now. Besides, why would he pull out? This is bigger than losing three million. Hatchett is plotting. I knew this would be a fucking mistake.” He sighed in frustration.

  I fought hard not to roll my eyes. Maverick was always frustrated over nothing. I knew it was a big deal, but still, shit could have been worse. “Relax man,” I said. “We don’t even have the facts yet.”

  “What the fuck else is there to know? We’ve been played!”

  “Possibly, but it’s just a bump. We can get a specialist on it. Or a new lawyer, as I was saying…”

  Maverick sighed again, but he visibly relaxed a bit.

  I clapped his shoulder. “It’ll be fine. Nothing we can’t handle. Look, we’ll hit the bar tonight. I think you just need to get laid.”

  He laughed. “I don’t need to get laid. I need to not be fighting with some old fart.”