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

by Nicole Elliot

  Contrastingly, Maverick had his gray suit jacket on, although it was open and showing that he too, had his hands in his pockets. His legs were also slightly spread.

  The two of them looked like powerful alphas—Jude with his dark hair and eyes, strong jaw, and pursed lips, and Maverick with his light hair, soft blue eyes, and chiseled face.

  How could I work with them and behave myself? I tightened my legs.

  “I see you’ve found better shoes,” Maverick said, stepping forward. His scent surrounded me, and I placed his cologne as the softer one that I smelled fresh detergent under.

  “I have,” I said, offering a light smile as he extended his hand to me. His hand was calloused and firm, and I could still feel it after our handshake ended.

  He cleared his throat and moved toward the table, a half-booth with a high back of brown leather.

  I looked toward Jude, the more intimidating of the two. He reached out to shake my hand and I reciprocated. “Good evening, Miss Cates,” he said, his deep voice washing over me. He stepped aside, gesturing to the booth. I slid inside, surprised when they each situated themselves on either side of me. I clenched legs, while the two of them sat with theirs spread wide, leaning forward.

  “Thank you for meeting with us,” Maverick said. His blue eyes bored into mine with such intensity, I felt like a prisoner. But what really unnerved me was the fact that I could feel Jude staring at me too. I had a strong suspicion that he was sizing me up, undressing me with his eyes. I could practically feel them moving my zipper down while I concentrated on Maverick. Studying his hard jaws and soft lips, I couldn’t tell if it was just my imagination making me think I felt Jude’s breath on my ear.

  “Of course,” I finally answered.

  I chanced a glance over to Jude, whose dark eyes pinned me in place. I looked at his face long enough to see the lines of age. Long enough to see the falters in his hard exterior.

  Long enough to imagine his lips all over me…

  What I didn’t imagine was him coming closer, pressing his knee to my legs so much that I had to cross them. The slight shift sang up my groin and I felt myself clenching and seeping onto my lace underwear. I swallowed nervously, hoping it wasn’t getting on my dress. My chest rising faster, my breasts swelled in the tight dress, and when Jude looked me up and down, I nearly exploded.

  I knew something had been said, but I couldn’t place it because Maverick had started pressing against me, too.

  Were they doing this on purpose? I didn’t even know why I had been invited, let alone cornered.

  “Henley?” Maverick said.

  I turned to him. “What?” I asked. Had he said something to me? I couldn’t even remember. Suddenly, the water in front of me called out like a drug. I grabbed it and took some much-needed long sips.

  “Nothing. Just wondering about your broken shoe. I couldn’t imagine you would willingly wear those awful flats to an interview,” he teased. His voice was like a cool breeze over harsh rocks, making me yearn in pleasure.

  My cheeks warmed. “Oh…They’ve been, um, replaced.” I swallowed hard and Maverick flashed me his familiar soft smile. I tried to return it before glancing at Jude, stunned to see him also cracking a smile my way.

  With both of them so close, I didn’t know how to react. I just knew that for a business meeting, it was highly inappropriate.

  But if it wasn’t a business meeting, I had no idea what it was. Nevertheless, I couldn’t deny that I liked feeling them both on me. Their proximity made my body sing.

  I was very, very out of my element.

  6

  Maverick

  Henley looked like a temptress of the finest sorts. It was almost as if she didn’t know what that dress and her wavy hair were doing. She was going to ruin me.

  Even worse, I knew she was staring at me and Jude. Perhaps our proposition wouldn’t be as far out of left field as I’d thought. I could see in the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed, the way her lips pursed, and the way she clenched her thighs together that she wanted us too.

  She sipped her water nervously and I gave a wavering eye to Jude, telling him to back down for a second. The last thing I wanted was to overwhelm her.

  “Henley, I understand you’re well versed in the world of corporate law,” I said, hoping to momentarily distract her.

  She glanced up at me through her lashes, her gray eyes sparking like I’d just given her good news. She wanted this job badly, perhaps just as much as she wanted us.

  “I studied hard in college, and had some amazing internship opportunities to help me,” she said confidently, although there was still a slight waver in her voice.

  I smiled softly, looking into her eyes and trapping her with my gaze. “We saw that on your resume.” I glanced at Jude.

  Her eyes flickered in his direction, and then back to me. “Yes, of course,” she said and cleared her throat.

  “As you know, our company is very powerful,” I continued in a low voice.

  Just then, the waiter made his way over and Jude instructed him to bring the house special.

  “I think a lot of people know that,” Henley said rather bluntly.

  I grinned. I liked her smart mouth. “Very well. I think you would like to see just how powerful we are.” I leaned in close enough to see the freckles over her nose and the tinge of red in her eyelashes and eyebrows.

  She stared back at me, not leaning away. “How do you mean?” she asked, her pitch rising.

  I held back a chuckle. She had no idea what we had in mind. I got the impression that she was the innocent type. The thought made my cock twitch against my leg—something that didn’t seem to have gone unnoticed based on the quick glance she gave.

  “I mean that I have a lot to teach you, Henley. Jude and I both,” I said.

  She gave me that same inquiring look, telling me she hadn’t cowered away yet. Then she turned slightly to Jude, who regarded her with the dark look I’d seen women succumb to many times before.

  “Like…like what?” she asked. But it was clear that she now realized we weren’t talking about the company anymore.

  “Corporate business. Acquisitions,” I said.

  Her glance back at me was darker now. More interested.

  The waiter arrived with our food, though I hardly noticed. I was too caught up in Henley’s scent.

  “As you know, Jude and I acquire everything together,” I said.

  Henley merely nodded. She glanced at the food on the table and then over to Jude, who slid his hand onto her knee. I pressed my own knee more firmly against hers. Her breathing quickened excitedly.

  I felt a tingle of excitement myself, thinking about how we could show her what true desire was, and what it was like to be at the mercy of a lover. To be devoured by not just one, but two powerful men. I wanted her to experience willingly and unquestioningly submitting to the pleasure we could provide for her. I wondered if she could imagine having us both, separately and at the same time.

  If she had any idea how alive it would make her feel…

  “Everything?” she finally responded. “Like what?”

  Jude grinned and tightened his hand on her inner thigh, close enough to feel her heat. She inhaled sharply.

  “You know what,” I whispered in her ear, making her shiver. I pressed my lips to the hollow just beneath it. She seemed to simultaneously freeze and relax. I let my lips trail over the softness of her neck and down to her collarbone as Jude tightened his grip on her.

  Her breath hitched, and I felt her pulse quicken. My cock growing unbearably hard, I took her hand and pressed it against me. Her gasp filled both our ears and her other hand sought out Jude. The table shifted with his growl.

  I ducked my finger into the sauce over the fish, letting it drip down as I moved it toward her lips. Her eyes met mine just before she began sucking eagerly on my finger. I suppressed as a groan, imagining my cock with those perfect pink lips wrapped around it.

  “Henley, I knew
we were right about you,” I said, dipping my finger on the other side of her neck, exposing it to Jude, who happily took the bait. She gasped and leaned toward him as he began to suckle her neck, no doubt leaving a mark.

  “R-right about what?” she breathed.

  “About…” I grazed the back of my hand under the swells of her breasts in that maddening dress. She’d known what she was doing, exposing her skin to us like a siren in the vast sea of hungry men. Yet, she had no clue what Jude and I were capable of.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” I whispered in her ear, and then suckled her bare lobe into my mouth.

  She held back a whimper, fearful of someone hearing. But we had a private booth for a reason. No one could see or hear us, and we had free reign to do whatever we wanted.

  “But…”

  I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her. “Shh, Henley. Just enjoy it,” I said, as Jude raised his hand higher. She tried clenching her legs, but I grasped her thigh and held them open for Jude’s hand.

  Her nipples harden, stretching the fabric of her dress.

  We were going to destroy her.

  “You want this,” Jude declared.

  Henley bit her lip until it whitened. And then she released it, the peachy color returning and make me desperately want to kiss her.

  “Say it,” Jude whispered, his other hand gripping the front of her throat. I warned him with my eyes, and he loosened his grip.

  “Yes—I… I don’t know what this is…” she stammered.

  I smiled and removed my hand, causing her to whimper in protest. She wasn’t fooling anyone; she knew exactly what this was.

  “You do know, Henley. You know we want you,” I said.

  She looked at me with those gray eyes, wide and wanting. “You…”

  I looked to Jude and he reluctantly moved his hands away as well. She whimpered again, confused.

  I adjusted myself in my pants as she yanked her hands away from us both. She crossed her legs and tugged her dress down.

  “We both want you to be ours, Henley,” I said.

  She looked from me to Jude, and then focused on the table cloth in front of us. “Be yours? What do you mean?”

  Jude smiled, straightened his cuff links, and made a show of adjusting himself in his pants.

  “I mean, we are going to train you,” I said, my eyes boring into hers. “In and out of the boardroom. In our beds…Anywhere we want.”

  She blinked rapidly. “You don’t…I don’t understand. I’m not what you think I am. I want to earn a job out of merit, not—”

  Jude leaned in to her and she instantly fell silent. “We never said you didn’t have merit. You would be learning from us too. But we want something out of this as well. We want you, Henley.”

  “Both of you?” she whispered.

  I nodded. “Yes, both of us. As I said, we like to acquire everything together.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “You would share me?”

  “Yes. And we would have you together. We would teach you pleasure about your body and ours. You would succumb to our wishes and never ask questions.”

  Jude leaned in closer. “We’ll push your sexy little body to its absolute limit, and you’ll love every second of it. You won’t have to ask any questions.”

  Her breathing quickened. “I’ve never…”

  I placed my hand over hers. “That’s why we would teach you, Henley. So say you’ll be ours.”

  “You can’t deny you want us,” Jude said. “Not even a little bit. Not with how you’ve been rubbing your thighs together to stop your throbbing, pretty little pussy. You want us to taste you, don’t you?”

  Henley swallowed, licking her lips as she squirmed in her chair.

  7

  Henley

  I stared at the business card for hours on end, wondering what the hell to do with it. Wondering if I could call and submit my body to them. It was the most absurd thing I’d ever heard, but it was also the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.

  An entire day later, I could still feel my body humming. I could still feel all the passion they’d given me in just that one sitting, and I hadn’t even orgasmed. Yet, I felt so spent and tired, I wondered what the hell it would have been like if I had.

  Maverick alone would make any woman lose their mind. With his strong jaw and masculine scent, I couldn’t believe he was even real. And to be sitting right next to him, his scent surrounding me and his hands touching my skin—it had made me crazy. So much, in fact, that I would have given in—and that was before I’d touched the outline of his cock. Just feeling it through his pants was enough to make me dream about what it would feel like inside of me. He’d said the most lewd things, and somehow it had still sounded amazing.

  I wanted it.

  And then there was Jude. With his hand up my dress the entire time, he had tortured me without touching me. His knuckles had barely even grazed me. He had no idea how bothered he’d gotten me—or maybe he did and had enjoyed it.

  I was already mad for them, obsessed with their promises and fantasies. No man had ever wanted me like this, let alone two.

  I could just imagine the black ink of Jude’s body thrusting over mine as he had his way with me. Jude had a dark way about him that I couldn’t place; I was almost afraid of what he was capable of.

  I laid on my couch that evening, unable to stop touching myself at the thought of them. I collapsed onto my back, splayed my legs open, and mentally put myself back in that restaurant, recalling the way their hands felt on me. With no panties on, I hiked my shirt over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air. I knew just how to make myself come at the thought of them. I help my pussy lips open as I fucked myself with my fingers and rubbed my thumb over my clit, which hadn’t stopped throbbing all day.

  I thought of Maverick’s hand on my hardened nipple and pinched it.

  I drove myself to three orgasms. And even though I was exhausted, just closing my eyes slightly brought them back to mind, making me need it all over again.

  How could I do this to myself? What would happen if I needed a new job and my references had to be contacted? How could I expect them not to disclose whatever escapades we’d would embark on? I had no plans to taint my name in the business world before I’d even entered it. Hell, I would have a job by now if I’d already done that with my internship bosses.

  Would they really teach me about the company, or just have me sitting in their office waiting for their commands? Would I even be able to take it? I was never good at following orders. I was the lawyer that would burst into the courtroom and stake my claim. I would go to bat for whatever company I represented because it would be my job and I would enjoy doing it. Nothing would keep me from doing that, but would this help me get there?

  Jude and Maverick were too good to resist. Although I couldn’t imagine getting more attached than I was supposed to, I knew it was still a possibility.

  How could I keep my heart out of such a personal relationship? Somehow, I didn’t think it was possible.

  And then I would end up cast away until the next pretty woman came along and stole them. But then again, how could they be stolen from me if it would be them who owned me?

  Would I ever let myself be taken away?

  I’d just worked way too hard in school and in my internships to let this be the end of me. Still, part of me wondered if it could possibly be a beginning instead. Perhaps they could pave the way for me, while giving me more than just business insight…

  Jude said they would both take me at the same time, sharing me. I imagined being rutted apart only to be reformed by Jude and then Maverick—or Maverick and then Jude.

  I had never had that kind of sex before. I already knew neither Jude nor Maverick were modestly sized, so it definitely would hurt. But it would feel good too…

  Would they do it at the same time? Would my insides feel both of them on either side of me? It was too much to consider. Too much to hope for.

>   If they were to own me, doing something wrong would obviously anger them. And if they let me go, what would I do with myself? How would I explain to my next employer that I’d been fired because I didn’t get down on my knees when I was told to?

  My mind swarmed as I got off the couch and went to take a shower. Afterwards, I made myself a frozen dinner, which somehow made me think of Jude and Maverick again. I bet they were both dining at the best restaurant, not broke and miserable like me. I hadn’t even asked if I would be paid. But hell, I wasn’t a prostitute, so I didn’t think I would even want to be paid.

  As I discarded my empty bowl, my phone rang and I dashed to it. Was it them? The unknown number gave me weird hope.

  “Hello?” I answered.

  Heavy breathing greeted me on the other line. “Hello, Henley.” Maverick’s deep voice flooded through the receiver.

  I dropped onto the couch in shock. “Um…hello.”

  “Have you thought about our proposition?”

  “I…”

  “Don’t lie, Henley.”

  I swallowed nervously. “I have,” I answered.

  “And?”

  I knew he’d know if I was lying. And then, he would probably lose interest. “I want to, but there are some things that concern me.”

  “Every contract is negotiable,” he answered simply, as if this was simple. I could virtually hear the smile in his voice.

  “So, there’s a contract?” I asked hopefully. The security of a contract would certainly make me feel better.

  “Yes, of course. We wouldn’t want to leave you unprotected,” he said firmly.

  “Okay. And how enforceable is it? What would you do to me if I denied you at any time?”

  He chuckled. “You must be a good lawyer, Henley. It’s mostly null in all courts besides our company. We wouldn’t want you trading inside secrets with anyone.”

  “I would never do that,” I said. I prided myself on my honestly and integrity, and always knew I couldn’t be bought. “But I do actually want to learn from the company.”

  “You will, Henley. Let me know your decision soon. I promise there’s nothing you won’t like,” he said and then hung up.