Triplets Make Five: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “You’re intoxicating,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her in my lap. I pulled out and thrusted up, bouncing her entire body as she moaned out into the room. The bartender turned his back to give us some privacy, but everything else faded into the background.

  “Fill that ass up, Foster.”

  Time and time again, I pounded my thick dick into her asshole. I felt her luscious curves bouncing against me as she turned her head and peppered my ear with kisses. I shuddered underneath the touch of her lips, my cock pulsing against her clenching walls. I could feel her pussy juices dripping down her ass crack, coating my balls as they slapped against her body.

  I slipped my hand down her stomach, parting her pussy folds before I found her swollen clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, not with the way her ass was massaging my cock. I wanted her to cum with me, to suck me dry of all I wanted to give her as she cried my name out into the room.

  I wanted everyone to know who she belonged to.

  I wanted everyone to know I belonged to her.

  I circled her clit with my fingertips and her body began to tremble. She fell weak in my lap, her body flailing as I pounded the thickness of my dick in between her ass cheeks. I could feel the heat of her body warming mine, even through the clothes we still had on.

  “Fuck, Ella. You feel incredible.”

  I felt my balls curl up into my body just as she pressed her back against my chest. She quaked and trembled, rolling her hips into my fingertips while my thrusts destroyed her asshole. She leaned her head back and turned it, panting into the crook of my neck, and I turned my lips into hers and captured them just before I flew over the edge.

  My cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her body as her pussy finally gave way. I felt wetness trickling down my thighs as my mouth swallowed her moans and whimpers, and I slid my fingertips down to her entrance before I filled her with my fingers. She ground down onto them, her body twitching as she lost control of her passions and desires. I felt her pussy walls fluttering around my thick fingers, and she flew over the edge a second time as her ass drained my cock of its juices.

  Her muffled sounds vibrated my face as my tongue licked along her cheeks. Her entire body was pulled taut as my dick sat in her ass. My cum started trickling back out of her, settling on my pelvis while she came down from her second orgasm, and the only thing I could smell in our little corner of salacious heaven were the heavy pants of her lust-tinted breath.

  “Oh, Foster,” she whispered into my lips.

  I gathered her body into my lap before I pulled my dick from between her cheeks. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I simply held her close while she buried her face into the crook of my neck. I sat there, with my pants around my ankles and her juices soaking my skin, simply reveling in how she felt against my body.

  “Come home with me, Ella,” I said.

  And I smiled when I felt her nod into my skin.

  Epilogue: Ella

  One Month Later

  I swayed my hips on stage as the song I’d arranged fell effortlessly from my lips. Men were drooling and staring, throwing money for me onto the stage while I slowly walked around collecting it. The audience I’d garnered over the past three months provided me with enough income to quit my waitressing job and still have enough to afford the renovations on my apartment. Foster had kept his promise on paying the out-of-pocket difference, and with each lucrative night I had singing I came closer and closer to being able to pay for my dream home outright.

  No loans, no debt, no nothing.

  Which was especially helpful since I found out that I was pregnant.

  I wasn’t showing yet, so I was still able to perform. I had told the owner of the club earlier that evening, and because of my fan base that I created, he was happy to keep me on staff, even after the baby was born.

  I had told Foster right after I took my pregnancy test, and to my surprise he was ecstatic about it. I couldn’t believe I was excited as well, but I truly was. I never thought that I wanted kids, until that pregnancy test came back positive. Now it was all I could think about. I was going to start a family with Foster, and I couldn’t be happier.

  The song faded to an end and the crowd roared and hollered. I took a small little bow, keeping my mysterious smirk plastered onto my face before I turned around to head offstage. I caught some movement at the corner of the stage, a man with a broad smile and flowers in his hand, and I became excited when I realized it was Foster.

  Foster had come to see me perform.

  I sauntered offstage before I raced back into the dressing room. I put on my robe before I pushed through the doors, and Foster was there waiting for me in the hallway. I ran to him, a massive smile on my face, and he picked me up and swung me around in his arms before he peppered kisses in the crook of my neck.

  “You were fabulous,” he said.

  “I take it the roses are for me?” I asked.

  “But, of course.”

  I took the bouquet from his hands and took a deep sniff of their scent. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt Foster’s arm wrap around my back, then I felt his lips Ella the shell of my ear. I shivered at his touch, becoming weak in the knees as my body leaned into his strength. I was so glad I was done for the night. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d make it back up onto the stage feeling like this.

  “Have dinner with me tonight,” he said.

  I got changed quickly and we headed to a late dinner, but I could tell something was on his mind. The car ride was fairly silent even though I tried to fill it with conversation, and it wasn’t until we sat down for dinner that I saw his wall drop. His eyes hung heavily upon mine as I grew nervous in my seat, and for a split second I thought something had happened with the renovations.

  The question that flew from his lips, however, stunned me into silence.

  “I want you to move in with me,” he said.

  I sat there, studying him as the flowers sat on the edge of the table. My mind whirled with all the implications that would mean, but my gut reaction was to smile. Tears pooled around my eyes and I felt my hands beginning to shake, and it took me a second to gather my thoughts before I could give him my answer.

  “My condo isn’t even done yet,” I said.

  “You could redo my place, if you’d like.”

  “I was kind of liking the furnishings you guys were installing in the place. I’m not sure if The Conrad could keep up,” I said, winking.

  “You could make it your own. Repaint the walls. Redecorate. Add a nursery. Switch out all the furniture for all I care. Just… move in with me, Ella.”

  “Hmmm… I don’t know. I might have to go back and get a good look at the place.”

  “You mean you haven’t already?” he asked.

  “I’ve gotten a good look at the pillows on your bed,” I said, smirking.

  “Fine. We can get our dinner to-go.”

  The chef packed up our ordered dinner and we headed back to his apartment. We sailed all the way up The Conrad to the 36th floor before the elevator dumped us out into his home, and immediately I began to clock things I wanted to change.

  “There’s just so much… white,” I said. “I’ll get lipstick everywhere.”

  “Then change it all to crimson so it blends in,” he said.

  “And the gray is so striking. Maybe a mute color, like tan or champagne.”

  “Anything you want,” he said behind me.

  “And your tub is beautiful, but it doesn’t have jets. We’ll definitely have to replace it with one that has jets.”

  “I’ll buy you a fleet of jets if it’ll make you stay,” he said.

  “Oh, I don’t want airplanes, Foster,” I said, turning around. “I just want to enjoy relaxing evenings with you, and our child.”

  “Does that mean you’ll move in?” He walked towards me, stalking me slow
ly as my eyes danced between his. I felt my body flush in his wake, rising to attention as my nipples began to harden underneath my bra. His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me close to his raging cock I could feel growing underneath his pants.

  I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his before I whispered the answer that would change my life forever.

  “I guess so.”

  His lips captured mine and my hands flew to his hair. His arms cloaked my back, bending me backwards as the moonlight above the city painted our bodies in its glow. Our tongues danced, licking each other like licks of fire reach for the wind, and suddenly I felt myself being lifted off my feet. In Foster’s arms, I didn’t simply feel beautiful. I felt wanted.

  Safe.

  Important.

  “What’s your opinion of my bed?” he asked.

  “I suppose it’s not bad. Though, I might need a second look at the frame. That might need changing.”

  “Then why don’t we go take a look at it?” he asked deviously.

  “Under one condition.”

  “Anything,” he said.

  “Never let me go.”

  His eyes softened for just a second before his lips lightly landed upon mine. This time, the kiss was less hurried. Less forceful and more sensual. My body keened into his as his arms pulled me closer into his chest, and suddenly I felt my body come alive. I was about to start this new leg of my life with a man I simply couldn’t get enough of.

  The words that fluttered from his lips to mine warmed me in ways I’d never experienced before. They solidified for me every choice I’d made in my life up until this point, and they made me more comfortable and excited for the future I was embarking upon. This man had captured every single part of me, and I knew for a fact he would do everything in his power to protect the woman he was cradling into his body.

  “You never have to worry about that.”

  Wild Daddy

  Her Billionaire’s Baby Book 2

  Ellie Wild

  1

  Gray

  “You’ve got a major problem.”

  I perked up my ears for the first time in this long, boring meeting. “What problem is that?”

  My lawyer, Tanya Fallon, leaned toward me. “Have you heard a word I just said?”

  I shifted in my seat on the couch. “Sure, I have. You said I’ve got a major problem.”

  “Before that,” Tanya snapped. “If you don’t clean up your act in a hurry, you’re going to wind up in court. Maybe you don’t care about that, but I think these other folks do. This scandal is all over the headlines—again.”

  She waved her hand at my PR team standing in a half-circle around me. Jason Frasier the press agent, Serena Faulk in charge of social media, and Pete Koch, my publicist, all glared down at me.

  I squared my shoulders to meet the daggers shooting out of their eyes. “I don’t care what that woman said. I did not slap her ass.”

  Tanya crossed her arms. “Are you sure about that?”

  “Of course, I’m sure,” I shot back. “I would definitely remember that.”

  “I don’t know,” Tanya went on. “You go to that club just about every Saturday, and you’ve pulled stunts like this before. Why should I believe you now?”

  “She just wants money,” I told her. “She’s a gold-digger just like all the others.”

  Tanya cast a sidelong glance at the rest of the team. Serena didn’t even bother to hide when she rolled her eyes. Pete bit back a rude smirk. He wouldn’t look at me. Not one of these fuckers believed a word I said.

  So, what if some little sleaze-bag called me a bunch of dirty names and ran screaming to the tabloids? So, what if she accused me of sexual advances and told the police? I’d faced situations like this before. All she wanted was a fat settlement. That would shut her up just like the rest of these women hounding me.

  When your brother becomes the President of the United States, people come out of the woodwork. Especially people who want money.

  And I had lots of it.

  Tanya slapped a file folder on my desk. “Listen, Gray, we’ve been through this before, but we’re going to play it differently this time. We’re not going to just pay this girl off.”

  I started out of my seat. “Not pay her off! Are you nuts? That’s basically telling the world I really did slap her ass.”

  Tanya shrugged. “If you hadn’t done exactly the same thing a dozen times before in the last six months….”

  “I have not done exactly the same thing,” I spat back.

  “You may not have slapped some silly little waitress’s ass,” Tanya replied, “but you’ve gotten yourself in hot water enough times over girls in bars. You can’t keep your hands to yourself, and you think you can buy their silence when they get mad at you. If she decided to take this to a judge, he’s going to take one look at your record and lock you up. Do you hear me? You’re looking at time in jail. And even though your brother won’t want to help you. Now do I have your attention?”

  I pulled my head down between my shoulders. This couldn’t be happening. How could an innocent pat on the butt get me jail time? And I hadn’t even fucking done it!

  Tanya smacked her lips. “I thought so. Now you’re going to listen to me. We are not just going to pay this girl off. That won’t work. Even if she accepted the settlement—and we have no guarantee she will—you would wind up in the same situation a few weeks from now, and we would be back to square one.”

  “So, what do you suggest?”

  “We’ll offer her the settlement. Then you’re going to change your M.O. You’re going to turn over a new leaf. You’re going to convince the paparazzi and the police and this girl and anybody else who cares to turn their attention your way that you're not a womanizing douche-bag. You’re going to convince them you’re a model citizen who respects women and honors their feminine empowerment.”

  I snorted out loud. I always respected women. I just tended to know what I liked, and I was never shy about sharing it.

  Tanya smiled, but she held up her hand for quiet when she continued. “You’re going to change your ways, Gray Donovan. If you want to stay in business with your investors, if you want to stay out of jail, and keep your brother off your back, you’re going to do it our way. You’re going to become a new man, and you’re going to start right now—right this very minute.”

  I narrowed my eyes at the rest of the team. They all stood perfectly quiet. Not one of them argued or disagreed with her. They all looked at me. That could mean only one thing. They were all in on this together. “I don’t like where this is going,” I grumbled. “I don’t like where this is going one bit.”

  “Well, then, you’re really not going to like where this is going when we tell you what it’s for.” Tanya took a step back to take her place with the rest of the team.

  Serena came forward to take Tanya’s place. She handed me a clipboard stacked with papers. “We’ve got it all arranged. We’ve got press conferences booked and a few photo shoots to supply pictures. That should get us started until the paparazzi takes over.”

  “What are you talking about?” I glanced at the clipboard. A standard job application form sat on top, and more peeked out underneath.

  She handed me another loose sheet of paper. “This is a list of the bars, clubs, and restaurants you’re allowed to frequent over the next year. I’ve transferred them to an app on your phone so you can find them whenever you want. We’ve even set up bar tabs, but you can only drink within a designated range. We can’t run the risk of you becoming intoxicated in public. We’re trusting you to comply with all the safety precautions. If we find you broke any of your conditions, your investors will leave.”

  I gasped out loud. “Serena! This is insane. You can’t...”

  Pete spoke up. “Just go along with it, man. It’s for your own good, and it’s only for a year. We’ve got to do some damage control to salvage your reputation. You gotta admit you’ve given it a hammering these last few
months. And your brother has been noticing.”

  I blinked at these people. I never really gave public relations much thought before now. I did what I wanted and let them clean up the mess. Isn’t that what I paid them for? I certainly didn’t pay them to put me on a leash. But they mentioned Lewis, my brother. That asshole was doing this to me. I was sure of it. This was more about his image than it was mine. And he still had shares in the company, so he could still control me. Fuck, when he asked me if he should go into politics I should have said no. Instead, I pushed him to do it, and get the hell out of my hair. But somehow, he still managed this.

  In my more drunken moments, I actually deluded myself into thinking these people were my friends. I let myself believe that shark Tanya actually liked and respected me. How could they turn on me like this?

  I turned to the one person left who hadn’t thrown me to the lions—not yet, anyway. “Jason! You can’t be in on this, too. Tell me you’re not going along with this.”

  Jason shrugged inside his white shirt. “I’m sorry, man. We’ve covered for you as long as we could, but there’s just so many outrages the public will put up with.”

  “Outrages!” I thundered. “I never….”

  Jason cut me off with a shake of his head. “Don’t bother denying it, man. We all know you. There’s nobody here but us, so you don’t have to pretend. We all know you could have and you would have, even if you didn’t. You’ve done a lot worse than this, and you even stupidly bragged about it to the press. Don’t go telling us you never.”

  I swallowed hard. I had to get myself together. I couldn’t show any sign of disturbance. “So, what do you want? You want me to clean up my act?”

  “For a year,” Serena replied. “It’s the only way to convince the public, your investors and more importantly your brother, that you would never do something like this. We’re going to turn you into Joe Average.”

  I would have laughed in her face if that prospect didn’t give me the heebie-jeebies. Joe Average—me? I prided myself on being the biggest badass on the block. I threw my weight around. I saw what I wanted, and I took it. I bedded any woman within a hundred miles of me who looked remotely available—and now this. Fucking Lewis.