Twins Make Four: A Mistaken Identity Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “How about we start tonight?”

  That eyebrow rose again in challenge and I found myself unable to back down. Again.

  “Tonight,” I agreed.

  “Want me to come over to your place?”

  “No!” My denial was too loud as I imagined the horror of Wyatt coming into my home. Of him meeting Noah.

  I couldn’t let that happen. Not for as long as I could help it.

  Wyatt gave me a puzzled look and a few of the other students did too.

  “No,” I said more calmly. “We can meet up at your place. Are you staying with your mom?”

  “No, I got my own apartment so I could be closer to campus.”

  Oh. Wyatt and I all alone in the confines of a space that smelt like him. Where I couldn’t escape his charm, or have a distraction from his sex appeal.

  What could possibly go wrong?

  He pulled out his smart phone – a slick-looking, clearly new model - from his back pocket and said, “Give me your number and I will send you the address.”

  He looked at me expectantly.

  Even though warning sirens were blaring in my head, I began to rattle off my number. He picked up from the middle, finishing the last four numbers for me.

  “You have the same number,” he realized before adding, “So do I. It’s-”

  I become stuck on the fact that he still had my number memorized but then remember that I knew his by heart too. Even after all this time had passed.

  I made a big deal about scrolling through my phone like I was entering the digits but they were already saved.

  I never deleted them.

  “I’ll text you my address in a few minutes.”

  “Okay, I have to go now. I am late for… an appointment.”

  If Wyatt noticed my hesitation, he didn’t show it.

  He beamed another smile at me and said, “See you tonight, Hailey.”

  I walked away knowing I was making a huge mistake and still helpless to stop myself.

  Chapter Seven: Wyatt

  I was as nervous as a high school virgin out on his first date. What the fuck was wrong with me?

  I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall for the umpteenth time, smoothing my hair down and looking for imaginary creases in my clothes.

  I turned away, making an impatient sound at my lovesick behavior.

  It was fucking ridiculous how hung up I was on this woman.

  Even now there was an uncomfortable snugness in my jeans just thinking about her. My attraction to Hailey was undeniable from the moment we sat in that lab almost eight years ago. It grew with every day we spent together and blossomed into heated desire when we started dating. Now though…

  Now was a whole other ballgame.

  The desire I felt for Hailey back then felt like firecrackers compared to the fireworks I felt now.

  Hailey was all grown up. She had always had a curvy figure but the way she filled out her clothing now damn near left me panting.

  It was puzzling how strongly I felt for her now. My feelings for her before seemed soft and innocent compared to the basic rawness of them now.

  I wanted between her thighs and my brain was clouded by thoughts of how I could get here.

  I couldn’t claim that my offer to be study buddies was completely innocent. Yes, I would love to have her as an academic partner again but plain and simple, I needed to be close to her as often as possible and this was the perfect excuse.

  I moved over to where I had my laptop, textbooks, and notebook set up at the kitchen table.

  After rearranging the tools on the surface yet again before I began to pace the hardwood floors. I threw a look at the clock on the oven.

  It read six forty-three.

  Seventeen minutes until our scheduled study date.

  The anticipation and nerves drove me to the refrigerator and I grabbed a bottle of beer.

  I acted confident but I felt anything but. I was so far out of my element it was almost laughable. The feelings Hailey stirred in me left me unsettled and I had no idea what to make of them.

  Hailey’s knock on the door, announced her arrival a few minutes later.

  I put my half-finished bottle on the kitchen counter and made my way across the space. I wiped sweaty palms down my jean covered thighs and took a look around to make sure everything was tidy.

  Of course it was.

  I had never been a messy person but being in the military had drilled being tidy into my bones. I had only just moved into my apartment and so only the essentials were here. The space was open concept. The kitchen and living room were separated by a small table.

  The kitchen carried all the essentials for cooking but I barely used them. The living room carried a two piece set, a center table and a huge television mounted on the wall. A hallway led to the only bathroom and bedroom.

  I hurried to open the door when she knocked again.

  I opened the door and promptly lost my breath.

  Fuck. She was smoking hot.

  She was dressed in a sleeveless top and plain dark blue skirt that skimmed her knees. Her feet were encased in a pair of sandals to reveal her toes, which were painted a light pink color. Her book bag hung off her right shoulder.

  Without trying, she was easily the most gorgeous woman I had ever met.

  She looked at me with those shy eyes framed by widened lenses. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, but a few strands had broken free of the confines to fall over her grey-blue orbs.

  She pushed them back impatiently, the movement automatic.

  The fact that she seemed completely unaware of how sexy she was just made her more appealing,

  “Hey.”

  Her breathy greeting pulled me out of the spell I was under.

  “Can I come in?” she asked as I continued to stare at her.

  “Of course. Where are my manners? I’m so sorry.”

  I moved aside so she could come in. Her light floral scent made my dick try to pop out of my pants.

  I closed the door, then we were completely alone together.

  She made it to the center of the living room, looked around briefly, then turned back to me.

  I cleared my throat and tried to act normal, turning slightly so that she didn’t notice the hardened state of my body. Thankfully I was wearing a shirt that fell over the unruly organ that was overpowering my brain.

  “I hope you didn’t eat yet. I ordered dinner. It should be here in about an hour so I was thinking we could get some studying done then chow down,” I said.

  “Okay,” she replied.

  A moment of silence stretched out between us after. We looked at each other.

  I cleared my throat again. I wracked my brain trying to come up with a suave line but all I came up with then was, “Okay. Let’s get started, shall we?”

  She nodded and followed me to the table.

  We got to work and it was all very innocent as we bounced questions and answers off each other.

  I was even able to simmer my attraction down enough so that I could concentrate ad retain most of the information we went over. Hailey was in her element, repeatedly pushing her glasses up her nose and pushing her hair out of her face as her forehead frowned slightly in concentration.

  Controlling my desire for her was one of the hardest things I had ever done.

  Dinner arrived and we took a break.

  We had moved our books to the side and dinner was set up. I had ordered from one of my favorite restaurants across town. The food smelled delicious, a meat and potatoes deal that tasted as good as it looked. The dinner came with a bottle of red wine and we indulged in a glass even though Hailey had said, “I don’t think we should.”

  “Come on. Just one glass.”

  The stiffness between us had slowly melted away and the conversation between us flowed smoothly. Our plates were almost empty and the wine glasses were in the same condition. We were both on our second glass.

  Hailey lifted her glass to her lips fo
r another sip then commented, “This is really good.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “So,” she said stretching the word. “This suddenly seems more like a date than a study session. I’m thinking you tricked me, Mr. Murphy.”

  She didn’t sound mad about the possible trickery but I thought her relaxed attitude had a lot to do with the wine. She wouldn’t feel the same if she was clearheaded. She would be back to the girl on the hike, pissed and cold.

  She took another sip and her drop of liquid glistened off her lower lips before she licked it off.

  I wanted to lean forward and taste those lips.

  I followed suit and brought my glass to my lips, trying to control the impulse. I wasn’t drunk in that moment but neither was I fully sober.

  My eyes dropped to the fullness of her lips and she noticed, if the way her nostrils flared and her eyes darkened were any indication.

  “And would it bother you if this was in fact a date?’ I asked, subtly moving closer to her. We were sitting on the same side of the table and we had already drifted far closer than when we studied.

  “I am pretty sure it is the wine talking but I am completely okay with it. Although if I had known earlier, I would have worn something a little more fitting for the occasion,” she said, playing with her lock of her that had fallen over her shoulder.

  She was flirting with me and I loved it. Hailey was very reserved but once she came out of her shell, it was a sight to behold.

  I very much doubted her words though. She had been so harsh on the hike, but now I realized maybe that was all a show for her younger brother. And if it was, then I was a lucky man.

  Another sip of wine. Then she continued, “So now that you have wined and dined me, what’s next?”

  I leaned closer still until her lips were only a few centimeters from mine. I inhaled her every exhale and she did the same for me.

  “That is entirely up to you,” I said, my tone lowering. Becoming more intimate.

  She sighed, pulling away slightly. “You’re bad for me Wyatt. Trouble.”

  “Always have been, I’ve never denied that.”

  “We were just supposed to study.”

  “Then we will,” I agreed.

  Her lips tilted up in one corner. “Are you telling me you have no ideas on what you would like to happen next? Besides study I mean.”

  My lips curved too although I felt absolute predatory in that moment,

  “Oh I had quite a few knocking around my noggin,” I answered suggestively. “But I believe in letting a lady go first. In everything. You remember, right?”

  Her cheeks became pink and I knew she remembered how I liked to make her come first at least once before I took my pleasure when we screwed around in the past.

  “I remember. Good policy,” she agreed.

  There was hardly any space left between our lips now. Just the slightest move forward on either of our parts and our lips would be locked.

  I was about to make that move when a noise had us both jerking our heads around to see what caused it.

  A pen and notebook had fallen to the ground, pushed over by the dishes crowding the tabletop.

  The loud clatter effectively broke the spell.

  Hailey jerked away from me, the light in her eyes suddenly very much sober.

  “Fuck, what am I doing?” I heard her whisper to herself.

  She stood quickly and moved around the table to start gathering her books.

  I followed close on her heels.

  “I should leave. It’s getting late and- oomph”

  I didn’t want her to leave.

  Understatement of the century if there ever was one.

  No, I needed her to stay.

  I only meant to delay her parting with words.

  Even without things getting physical, this little flirtation we shared in the last few minutes was a far better than the tenseness that existed between us since we reconnected. I didn’t want things to revert back to that uneasiness.

  So I kissed her.

  She froze then so did I, expecting a slap to the face.

  But she didn’t slap me. Thank God.

  Chapter Eight: Hailey

  I knew the feel of those lips on mine.

  I knew the taste of them like they were my own.

  The wine we drank added an underlying fruity flavor that only enhanced his deliciousness.

  There had been many times when Wyatt and I would spend hours just making out, sipping from each other’s lips like we had all the time in the world.

  But we hadn’t had all the time in the world. Our time had ended suddenly and those lips had caused me endless pain with their words.

  I should have pushed him away and walked out of here to save myself the heartache sure to come.

  I had given myself a little pep talk before I came over to Wyatt’s apartment. No matter what, I would resist his appeal this time. I came over here to study and that was it. Then he became that guy that only I had the opportunity to see before. Not the one who flirted so automatically, but the one who was warm and open to me. Only me.

  I missed that guy.

  I missed him and the moments we shared. Loving moments like sharing light banter over a tasty meal. It was hard not to pretend that the last five years hadn’t happened and just be with him like we used to be.

  But I knew better.

  The little moment we shared was a fantasy because the last five eyes had indeed happened and they had taken their toll on me.

  With the feel of his lips on mine, all the logic I held onto so dearly fell on the wayside and my body took over.

  My lips parted under his and my core flooded its self in preparation to receive his.

  It knew the pleasure he could provide and it needed to feel it again. Right this instant.

  It had been too long, too many nights with a sick kid, or studying for the MCATs. I craved the intimate contact and my back arched, thrusting me into his hold.

  His tongue took advantage of my surrender and pushed passed my lips to touch mine. I moaned and allowed my tongue to dance with his. We kissed like had never stopped kissing, the hot familiarity making us move into an easy rhythm.

  My hands clutched at him and his swept over me, shaping, molding and squeezing my curves. He was making deep, pleased sounds in the back of his throat and any consciousness I would have felt in the way my body had changed over the years became irrelevant. In his hold, I was the most beautiful creature on earth.

  My fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair, luxuriating in the soft feel of them until I was forced to let go because he was jerking my shirt up and over my head.

  The connection of our lips was broken for no more than two seconds before they were locked up again. Expert fingers broke the clasp of my bra then it was sliding down my hands and falling to the floor.

  We were moving so fast, Wyatt guiding the way. The feel of a wall at my back stopped the movement. Wyatt pressed against my front, his hardness trapping me there.

  Through his pants, his cock was hot and insistent against my stomach. Pushing up with my toes, I tilted my hips and pushed back against him.

  I pulled at his shirt, needing the feel of his naked skin on mine but he captured my hands and shackled them above my head. He pulled his mouth free and trailed kisses down my jawline, neck and chest before capturing the tip of one breast between his lips.

  I cried out, the sound loud in the otherwise still room.

  I pulled at the human restraint and he let me go to cup my free breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  It felt so good. So necessary. Like a relief I didn’t know I needed.

  My fingers reached under his shirt and pushed it up. He let go of me to pull it over his own head. He tossed the fabric away carelessly.

  He suddenly spun me around. My front was pressed up against the hard wall and his body molded to my back.

  His hands gathered the fabric of my skirt and pulled it up so th
at it bunched around my waist.

  A sharp tug of his hand and my panties were gone.

  “I can’t fucking wait,” he growled against my ear.

  “Ohhh,” I cried at the delicious violence of the move. At the utter need in his voice.

  This man needing me was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was a goner.

  Cool air rushed over the heated flesh between my legs. I squirmed, so very aware of how empty I felt inside. Of the need to be filled by him.

  He cupped my smooth mound and growled again.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me. Just for me. Tell me you are,” he demanded.

  I couldn’t deny his masterful domination. Not when it catered to the need of the part of me that needed to submit to his special brand of hot, unbridled sex.

  “Just for you,” I said.

  His stroked my clit with his thumb as his middle finger breached my entrance.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you. It has been too long. Let me have you, Hailey,” he breathed hotly against my neck.

  His teeth were nipping at my skin and his tongue soothed away the pleasurable pain. He paid particular attention to the small bird tattoo on my shoulder, a habit he had from all the years we spent as a couple.

  “Yes,” I moaned my agreement, arching into his hold. Despite knowing I should not be doing this, my body was craving his with an intensity that was stronger that I had ever known.

  I had never known such need, not even when we were together in the past. It was scary in its strength but it was also like tempting a moth to a flame. I needed to be consumed by it even knowing I would get burnt.

  The sound of a zipper being undone was startling then the crackle of plastic. Then his hot member was hugged by the lips of the most delicate part of me.

  Wyatt had a beautiful cock. It had been years since I saw it but I still remembered how long, thick and ribbed it was. In this position, I couldn’t see it but I could feel that it was just as intimidatingly wonderful as my mind held onto. He was poised at my entrance and we both froze, savoring the anticipation. He turned my head and took my lips from his position behind me. Then there was no more waiting.

  He pushed forward, spearing my flesh inch by hot inch. He conquered my clenching center like he did my eager mouth.