6+ Us Makes Eight: A Teacher and Single Dad Romance (Baby Makes Three)

by Nicole Elliot

  “Oh my gosh. Ryan! Shit!”

  His hands fisted my excess as he pulled me closer to his face.

  “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.”

  I ground down into him. Raked my clit across his tongue. My body was quivering and his hands moved my hips against his face, forcing me to ride his lips. I’d never felt so full and still so wanton for more. My hands gripped the sheets and I buried my face into the pillow, then let out the loudest roar I’d ever made in my entire life.

  “Holy fuck!”

  My toes curled and my eyes screwed shut as I came around the toys. My ass throbbed against one as my pussy pulled the other in deeper, and I spilled my dripping juices onto Ryan’s tongue. He lapped me up, moaning and making a show of swallowing me down as I shook against his face. My legs gave out from underneath me and he held me up by my hips. Just long enough to get out from underneath me before my hips dropped to the bed.

  Then, I felt him kick up the vibrator a notch before he started fucking me with it.

  “That’s it, Emma. Squirm for me. Take what you’ve wanted all night.”

  “Ryan. Oh, hell. Yes. It feels so good. I’m so… so wet for you. I… it’s so-”

  He began moving the toy in my ass, fucking both of my holes as his watched me buck and writhe. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. And yet, somehow still safe with him. I heard him chuckling darkly as I bucked back into the toys. Into the evidence of the plan I did have for the night. He was right. I had planted everything. The oil. My toys. They were usually in my closet, but I wanted them in sight. I wanted him to have his way with me. I wanted him to make me cum until I begged for mercy. I couldn't get him off my mind and I certainly couldn’t get him out of my dreams.

  Tears rose to my eyes as another orgasm barreled over my body.

  “Ryan,” I said wantonly. “I need to feel you. Please. Don’t deny me that.”

  I shook as I pressed myself back against the toys. My holes swallowed them down and his hands splayed along my skin. I felt his lips fall to my lower back as he inched the toy of out of my ass. His lips went so warm. So loving against my skin. Such a contrast to the heated words he’d been uttering the entire night.

  My hand reached back for him, my palm tilted towards the ceiling. And for a split second, I felt his hand slide into mine. I felt him trembling just like I was, and I realized we were both on steady ground. Even ground. A level playing field. This wasn’t me orchestrating something I’d wanted since our last encounter. This was him indulging something he wanted, too.

  And it made the words I was about to utter fall from my tongue that much easier.

  “Fuck me, Ryan. And don’t hold back.”

  His hand squeezed mine before it rushed up my arm and down my spine. His hands parted my ass cheeks and I could feel more oil pouring down my crack. I waited in silent anticipation as he pressed the head of his cock against my hole, swirling the oil around until his hand fell to the small of my back.

  “Push out when I push in, and take deep breaths,” he said.

  Then, I felt his cock head breach my body.

  I pushed and drew in a deep breath, but it was hard to let it out. He fell to my back and kissed my neck, moving my hair out of the way. He kissed the shell of my ear and I sighed, my entire body relaxing at the touch of his breath. He slowly inched in, his dick filling me in ways I’d never experienced before. The vibrator was shaking within my pussy and I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. I turned my head off to the side and captured Ryan’s lips, tasting his tongue against mine.

  I pushed back the rest of the way until his hips were connected with mine and I felt him falter against me.

  “Holy fuck, you’re so tight,” he said with a grunt.

  I smiled into him before my head fell back to the pillow.

  He slowly slid in and out of me as the vibrator knocked against every single spot within me at once. I was floating. Soaring. Weightless as my pleasure took over my body. His thrusts slowly sped up and I reached between my legs, desperate for the vibrator to move. I bucked against him as I moved the toy between my legs, my moans and his grunts filling the room. He latched onto my hips and pulled me back into him, my body fucking his cock.

  “Emma. Fuck me, you’re so good. So tight. So beautiful. You should see yourself. The curve of your back. Your reddened skin. Holy… hell… you’re…”

  I could feel his cock pulsing against the walls of my ass. I felt my pussy clamping down onto the toy between my legs. I was speechless. My vision was blurring, and colors were sizzling in my darkened vision. Stars burst and silver streaks painted the backs of my eyelids, and soon my body was humming with ecstasy. Filled with an electric fire no man had ever poured over me.

  Only Ryan.

  Just… just Ryan.

  “Yes,” I said with a moan. “Ryan. Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. Never. You’re so hot, Emma. So good… to me…”

  “Ryan. Yes. Yes. Yes! Ryan! Don’t stop! Fuck! Ryan! Harder! Please!”

  I yelled his name into the room as he slammed himself against me. His balls were slapping against my hand as I fucked myself with the vibrator. Juices were pouring down my legs and my body was faltering. I felt my knees giving way as his cock throbbed and grew within my asshole. My back arched and my pleasure held a chokehold on my neck.

  “Ryan… yes…”

  I exploded around him and I immediately felt him falter.

  His hands fell to my back as he slid himself deep into my ass. His legs shook and his fingers curled into my skin and I could feel my body physically pushing against him. The harder I pushed, the deeper he slid, until not even the air in my apartment separated the two of our bodies. He poured his cum into me, pump after pump, until it was spilling down my backside and coating my hand.

  I fell to the bed in a fit of sweat and tears, my body shaking as Ryan fell to me. His sculpted muscles, painted with sweat, covered me in my moment of vulnerability. The room was tilting, and it was hard to catch my breath. The vibrator underneath me was making my legs jitter uncontrollably. I tried to reach for it, but I couldn't move. I didn’t want to move.

  I didn’t want Ryan to move.

  “Here. Let me get that,” he said breathlessly.

  He slid his hand between my legs and shut it off. He pulled it from my body and tossed it onto the floor, but his cock stayed seated within my ass. His lips fell to my neck as his hand slid my hair to the side, and he kissed my pulsing vein that bulged from my neck. His hands slid down my arms until our fingers were laced together, and for the first time in my life I felt like someone’s equal.

  I felt beautiful.

  I felt cared for.

  I felt wanted.

  “Stay with me,” I said with a whisper.

  His nose nuzzled against the shell of my ear before he slid from my ass. For a second, I thought he was leaving. Denying me not by words, but by motions. But instead of getting up, he slid off to the side and held me in his arms. Pulled me close as his arms threaded around my waist. He kissed the divots of my spine, watching me shiver at the warmth of his lips.

  “I’d love nothing more,” Ryan said. “But first, I think we should get a shower.”

  And a shower with Ryan Aaron sounded absolutely fantastic.

  Fourteen

  Ryan

  “This is Ryan.”

  “Hey there, little brother.”

  My head whipped up from my desk as Valentina’s voice wafted through my office phone.

  “Hey, Val. You’re calling,” I said.

  “Yeah. They’re finally letting me call out from the hospital,” she said.

  “That’s a good thing, right? Means whatever they’ve got you doing is working.”

  “Ryan, it’s bad.”

  “What’s bad?” I asked.

  “Well, first it was the withdrawals, and now it’s this other medication they have me on. It’s apparently supposed to help with my depression that they’ve diagnosed me w
ith.”

  “That’s doesn’t shock me. You’ve been struggling with it for a while.”

  “Mood swings, that’s all that was. But either way, I know this is a good thing for me.”

  “That’s a better attitude than what we had last time,” I said.

  “I think this is my rock bottom. My psychiatrist here keeps telling me that everyone hits it before they finally start getting better.”

  “I’d say being in the hospital for almost a month will do that to anyone.”

  “Thanks for coming by the other day. I really appreciated it,” she said.

  “I’d come by more often, but I’m pretty sure Mom’s breathing down your throat a bit.”

  “They actually haven’t been letting Mom back to see me.”

  “What?” I asked. “Why not? You mean you’re there by yourself when I’m not coming by?”

  “She started arguing with one of the doctor’s about when I could come home and she got physical with them.”

  “She punched a doctor?”

  “How do you know she punched him?” she asked.

  “It’s Mom. That’s her go-to reaction nowadays.”

  “Well, then yes. That’s what she did. So they’ve deemed her an unhealthy influence and they aren’t letting her back to see me.”

  “I guess that’s for the best, but who’s coming to see you when I’m not?” I asked.

  “My COO stops by every once in a while. You know, to update me on how things are going with the business. She’s been great. I’m glad I got rid of the old one.”

  “He was a maniac. And I believe partially to blame for the situation you’re in now.”

  “It’s no one’s fault by my own that I became an addict, Ryan.”

  “Wow. Then whatever they’re doing there is really helping you.”

  “How are things going at work with you?”

  I furrowed my brow at her question.

  Why wasn’t she asking about the kids?”

  “They’re going,” I said. “Hotels are being built and parties are being thrown.”

  “I haven’t seen you in the news much recently. They gave me television privileges back a week ago.”

  “I’ve been a little busy taking care of your kids, Valentina.”

  The silence on her end of the line was frustrating.

  “Do you want to know how they’re doing?” I asked.

  “Of course I do,” she said. “I’m not a monster.”

  “Then why haven’t you asked?”

  “I figured you would just tell me. What’s the big deal?”

  “The big deal is they’re your kids. I would’ve assumed they would be the first thing you asked about. Not my damn company.”

  “So I’m not asking the right questions in the right order for you, Ryan?”

  “No. But you don’t seem very concerned about how your own children are,” I said.

  “Why? Because I haven’t gotten around to asking about them yet?”

  “Yes!”

  My gut was clenched with anger as my sister fell silent again. Was she being serious? I stood to my feet and sat on the edge of my desk, waiting for her to ask. Waiting for her to ask me how Zoey was doing in school or how Benjamin was feeling or how Hunter was doing with his mathematics. Anything to show me she was the slightest bit concerned for the well-being of her children.

  But there was nothing.

  And it made me sick.

  “My doctor’s signaling for me to get off the phone,” she said.

  “Well, just to let you know, they’re doing fine,” I said.

  “I know they are. They’re with you.”

  I snickered and shook my head as I bit down onto my tongue.

  “Take care of them, okay?” she asked.

  “That’s what I’m fucking doing, Valentina.”

  Then the call went dead and I slammed my phone down onto my desk.

  Did she not care? Was she that empty-headed from the detox? I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I knew one thing. I was going to protect those kids, even if I had to protect them from her. They were flourishing with me. Blossoming into beautiful, wonderful little people. Zoey was happy, and Benjamin was full of life. Hunter’s grades were finally coming up in class and he had gone from failing his times tables to acing them.

  And if my sister didn’t give a shit about that, then I knew someone who would.

  I would.

  I would care. I would protect them. I would take care of them. No matter the cost.

  I stood up and shoved my hands into my pockets as I gazed out the windows behind my seat. Emma coming over for dinner would help smooth things over. The kids would be excited to see her and watching her smile would erase the terrible conversation with my sister from my memory for good.

  And if I played my cards right, I might be able to taste her lips again.

  I sat down into my seat and kept my head focused on work. There were several new hires whose benefits needed to be updated and processed as well as contractors that needed to be set right after fucking stuff up with the new builds. I placed phone calls and scheduled a meeting with my board of investors. I sent out quarterly projections outlining how they could see a return in their money via a jump in stocks as well as cold hard cash.

  All of it, distancing me from my sister.

  All of it, drawing me closer to my time with Emma.

  Five o’clock couldn't have come soon enough. The second my phone ticked over, I grabbed my shit and ran out the door. I locked my office behind me and barreled to the elevator, anxious to get to my car so I could beat the kids home.

  I was ready to see Emma.

  I was also ready to wrap those kids in my arms, kiss their cheeks, and tell them how much I loved them.

  Because that was what they deserved.

  They deserved someone to love them.

  Fifteen

  Emma

  “I feel like we haven’t had the chance to talk in forever,” Catherine said as I handed her a glass of wine.

  “Because we haven’t,” I said. “But I’m glad we’re getting the chance to talk now.”

  “I feel like work is slowly taking over my existence. I hate end of the year exam time.”

  “You’re telling me. It’s why I have a fridge full of wine at my house.”

  “So, fill me in. What’s been going on in your life? And what’s this I hear about you being pulled into Mr. Atkinson’s office?” she asked.

  “Wow, word flies fast around Lawrence Day. I forget about that sometimes.”

  “Is everything okay? What did you do now?”

  “What do you mean, what did I do?” I asked. “It was nothing. I’m not sure I can talk about it, but it had nothing to do with me.”

  “Can you tell me who it had to do with?” she asked.

  “Ryan,” I said plainly.

  “Oh, so we’re on a first-name basis with the boy now?”

  “The boy? And what’s wrong with being on a first-name basis?”

  “You never told me if you accepted his dinner date proposal,” she said with a grin. “You know, that cute little card Zoey gave you the other day.”

  I took a sip of my wine and averted my gaze.

  “You didn’t.”

  “Catherine-”

  “You went out with him! Oh my gosh. Spill everything. What was dinner like with the playboy?”

  “He’s not a playboy,” I said.

  “Are you high? Or do you not read the news?” she asked.

  “He hasn’t been a playboy recently,” I said. “You know, because of the kids.”

  “So he’s playing the teacher to get some action.”

  “Catherine!”

  “Wait, why did you not deny that statement?” she asked.

  I groaned and rolled my eyes as she sat up on the edge of the couch.

  “Holy fuck, Emma. You slept with him, didn’t you?”

  “Catherine, can we talk about something else?” I asked.


  “No. No we cannot. Answer me. Did you sleep with him?”

  “Why does that even matter?”

  “Because with a man like Ryan Aaron, it just does. Did you or did you not-?”

  “Yes, okay? I slept with him. But it wasn’t after the first time we had dinner,” I said.

  “There was a second time? Holy hell, how long has it been since we’ve talked?”

  “Look, the first time I was dead set on not having a good time. I didn’t dress up. I wore those old jeans with the holes in the knees?”

  “You did not,” she said as her mouth gaped open. “Of course you’d pull something like that.”

  “I did. To show him I wasn’t like all the other girls he could cart around and spoil. You know, play. And I actually had a good time.”

  “With Ryan Aaron.”

  “Yes. And that good time evolved into… other extracurricular activities,” I said.

  “Emma, you need to be careful.”

  “What? You were the one who was supportive of the dinner idea in the first place. And now you’re not?”

  “Ryan has a reputation, and so do the women that interact with him by default. Even if they aren’t those kinds of women, they’re assumed to be because of how he is.”

  “He’s not the kind of man everyone thinks he is,” I said.

  “And you know this personally from the few weeks you’ve interacted with him?” she asked.

  “He’s kind, Catherine. And sweet, when you get past the cocky facade. And he cares about those kids. His niece and two nephews. A lot. You know he called me a couple of weeks ago early in the morning because Benjamin was sick and he was worried?”

  “Let me guess. You went over and helped him,” she said.

  “I did. Because I could hear the worry and panic in his voice. He’s a rich man with the world at his feet, and he called me because he didn’t know what he was doing. Does that sound like a playboy to you?” I asked.

  “I don’t want you to get your heart broken, Emma. That’s all I’m saying. He isn’t the kind of man to get attached, but you're the kind of woman that does.”