Triplets Make Five: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Baby Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  One year. That’s what I had. I had to seize every inch of him I could get. I got him. Now I had to keep him. I never thought I could feel this way about a business acquaintance, but since when did sleeping with a hot guy turn into business?

  I had to admit to myself this meant a lot more to me than a big pay-out. I feared that this would grow into something I couldn’t control. I wanted him, and not just in my bed. I wanted every bit of him. I wanted those dimples and his hand in mine.

  He covered my face with kisses before he found his way back to my mouth. My lips parted to meet him, and the overpowering wine of his kiss swept me off my feet. He prodded my mouth open, and our tongues danced together in wedded bliss. Could I be actually falling for him? Did something happen to us at the courthouse, that I fell into his magnetic presence this way?

  His lips and his hands caressed my body under the sheets pulling me from my thoughts. I never got tired of him. His attention filled me with all the energy I needed to greet him again and again. I could go all night, night after night, if only he kept wanting me.

  His hands glided up my sides, but he hesitated at my ribs. He lingered there until I mewed and sobbed for his touch. He tickled my sides until I thrust my voluptuous breasts into his hands in tortured craving.

  He pretended he didn’t want me. He hung off until I needed him so much I hurled myself at him in craven desire. Only then did he fall on me in fury. He massaged my breasts until I squealed. He hugged me against his granite frame until I slithered all over his clothes.

  He flipped over on his back and draped me on top of him. He sank beneath my weight and let my undulating movements course down his body. My legs glided around his knees. My pelvis rocked and seethed over the growing knob in his pants. I rubbed my breasts all over his chest.

  Before he could answer my quivering attentions, I launched myself up on my knees. I tore his shirt open with one rip. The buttons snapped loose and laid his chest bare. I descended on him with an open-mouthed snarl. I gobbled down his chest and delivered a smoldering line of love bites down to his navel.

  He threw back his hands in surprise, but I was already all over him. I stroked my breasts over his bare skin until I couldn’t stand it. I trailed my taut nipples up and down his abs to excite them to rigid little lumps. I lunged forward and shoved one of them into his mouth.

  He couldn’t keep his hands off me. He grabbed two handfuls of my hips, but I already moved my pelvis back and forth over his bulging hard-on. I rippled all up and down my spine from the breast covering his face to the sweet nexus straddling his hips.

  His shaft throbbed against his zipper. I heard it crying for me. I ripped my nipple out of his mouth and jumped on his fly with both hands.

  I had him open in seconds, and my hand surrounded his aching cock. I bent down and teased him slightly with my tongue.

  “Fuck, Gabi,” Gray growled.

  I ran my tongue up his shaft and when I reached the head, I parted my lips and took him fully in my mouth. He gasped for every breath. Sucking him felt so good. I sucked him into my throat and let his shaft roll out over my lips. I combed my hair to one side so I could look up at his startled eyes.

  Up and down I stroked. I swallowed him deep. Then I withdrew to the limit and locked my suction around his head. I sucked the very life out of him with my ravenous mouth. I wanted to make him explode in my mouth. I wanted to make him cum.

  I cupped his nuts in one hand and tugged them down tight. The next minute, I licked his cock along its shaft and took it in my hand. I dove lower to suck his ball sack into my mouth. He cried out loud, but I wasn’t finished with him yet.

  I couldn’t let him blow like that. I had too much to do with him first. I rose on my knees above him and extended my body toward the ceiling. He gazed up at me in astonishment.

  I threw my leg over his hips. I moved my hips down slowly on top of him. I grabbed the headboard tightly as I started to roll my hips on top of his.

  9

  Gray

  This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be sitting on my cock and smiling down on me from above. She couldn’t be gyrating her hips on my cock to make herself pant and sigh in blessed desire. Holy shit, she really was.

  My whole soul screamed in torment. What was happening to me? I couldn’t stop gazing up into her deep eyes. I worshiped her. I adored her. I would do anything for her. My cock existed to satisfy her desires. I never wanted anything for myself.

  She could sit and spin on my cock as long as she liked. She could come down from the clouds to kiss me when she felt like it. She could slide her hands up and down my chest. She could sink her claws into my flesh to give herself all the purchase she needed to pulverize that saturated pussy on my shaft.

  A delicious aroma of pussy and perfume and her delightful sweat drifted into my nostrils. I died and went to heaven. I only pumped my cock into her when she quickened her pace enough to need it. She thumped her ass against my thighs until the impact translated all the way up her body. Her breasts swayed with her movements.

  I stroked up her sides to cradle them in both hands. How could one woman be so perfect? How could every curve and mound entice me beyond words? How could she turn me on so much? She raged over me in all her amazon power. She was pure female. I was nothing but a stiff cock for her pleasure. That’s all I ever wanted to be.

  She beat a faster rhythm. Bright red flushed over her cheeks. Her lips pouted open, and her tongue flashed red and moist inside her mouth. She didn’t come down to kiss me anymore. She concentrated on her work. She kicked her hips forward, and my shaft slotted into place in her deepest recesses. It fit perfectly against her cervix, and she rotated her hips to stir it around.

  Then she slithered it all the way out to her entrance. She lifted off me and teased her opening with my thick head.

  “Oh fuck, Gray,” she moaned.

  I pressed my hips up to meet her as she slid back down on my cock. Low whimpers escaped her lips. He hands fell to my chest, and I felt her fingernails start to dig into my skin.

  Fuck I loved it.

  I wanted her to leave her mark on my skin.

  I couldn’t touch every part of her at once. I dabbled from her breasts to her hips to her ass. I ached for her kiss. Her ass compressed my balls when I drove in hard. Every stroke sucked the cum out of my cock like never before.

  She threw back her head and let loose a screaming aria of orgasmic cries to raise the roof. I couldn’t touch her. I could only lie back and stare in amazement at her sheer sexual power. I never beheld anything so erotic, so wild and unchained as that explosive climax. She climaxed every time I turned her over. Every position and every new thought sent her cascading over the edge into ecstasy.

  No woman ever responded to me like she did. No woman ever took me and owned me and gloried in me the way she did. Most lay back and let me do what I wanted. No one ever met me halfway to make me cum as much as she did.

  The rapturous pulses diminished, and her maniac twisting on my upturned cock slowed to gentle swaying. I couldn’t keep still anymore. No more lying on my back. No more Mister Nice Guy. She had her fun.

  The animal lust burst out of me. I reared off the bed and seized her in my arms. I launched myself at her in all my raging ferocity. With one wild flip, I pinned her down on her back and leapt on top of her.

  I tore my shirt off, and my bare chest touched her breasts swinging free. Her warmth swallowed me in a halo of beauty, and the fermented cocktail of monster aching need flowed out of my cock into her.

  She locked her arms behind my neck and her ankles behind my back. She rocked in my driving rhythm, and her quiet noises escalated to screeching delight all over again. I pressed my forehead into her neck and closed my eyes. My body’s most primal hunger drove me onward. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to plan how to get rid of her when this was all over. I could blast my soul apart on her and collapse in fulfillment at her side.

  I pumped my hard cock into her hot core
. Her juices engulfed me in torrents of steamy delight. I couldn’t imagine anything more divine than that spongy, pillowy pussy welcoming me home.

  She heaved her hips into the air to meet my thrusts. She slapped her molten wetness against my hips to make her honey spatter all over my pelvis. Her sugar mingled with my sweat and my cum and my joyful tears to work more magic on my fevered brain.

  I couldn’t understand what she was doing to me, but I accepted it. I would become whatever she wanted me to become. I would go laughing to my doom before I ever let her out of my sight again.

  I clenched my fists in her hair and pried her head back. I hooked my other hand behind her ass to pulverize her harder than ever. She screeched in my ear. She bit me and clawed the skin off my back. She went nuts under me, but I only stuck her down deep with shattering blows.

  My fingers delved lower. I discovered the saturated crevice behind her, and my fingers diddled her clit, just a little bit, just to give her a little tickle.

  “Fuck, Gray don’t stop,” she screamed.

  Her screams grew louder making my hips pump into her harder. Her inner muscles spasmed around me. They choked off my cock until I could barely withdraw it to fuck her anymore. Man, that pussy was so tight! When did I ever feel a pussy like that?

  She laid her cheek against mine, and her mounting cries made me want her even more. I wanted her in ways I never thought possible. Here I was, pounding her into the mattress. My cock glided on rivers of wetness. She sobbed and whimpered and mewed. She wrapped me in her ivory limbs until I couldn’t remember any of what lay beyond.

  I fell into her. My cock dissolved in her core, and my blood boiled in my veins. I roared into her mouth and gnawed her lips, and she answered in shrieking ecstasy. I pushed my hips hard into her as I felt a wave rush over my body. My seed rushed inside of her and filled her completely. Her screams met my own moans as both of our bodies shook.

  I stopped pushing my hips as her screams slowly subsided and I toppled onto my back on the mattress.

  To my amazement, she rose off the bed. She kissed me once and floated above my face to catch my eye. She gave me a wicked grin. I could weep when I saw her face. “What are you up to?”

  She didn’t answer. She dragged her tongue down my seething chest. She moved down to my stomach down to my pubic bone. Her tongue ran slowly down my cock, and I surprised myself by feeling the blood rush toward it again.

  I blinked at her head between my legs. She was insatiable. She took every drop out of me, and it was never enough. She would never leave me alone until I got hard again. She never let me go fully soft before she attacked me again. She bathed my exhausted cock in her own unstoppable energy until I did it with her again.

  I started stroking that lovely heart-shaped ass sticking up behind her. She swiveled her hips around to meet my hand, and I found the dripping slit underneath it. She moaned around the cock in her mouth. She circled her hips on my hand. She wanted it.

  She sucked harder, and I knew I was ready to go again.

  I grabbed her hips and pushed them up to my face, while her mouth remained down on my cock. I slowly licked her clit, as a stifled moan escaped her mouth. She sucked on me harder as I started to move my tongue faster.

  I couldn’t get enough of her.

  She yelped louder and rolled her hips on my face. I moved my hand up and pushed two fingers inside her. My cock fell from her mouth as she screamed with delight.

  I moved my tongue and fingers faster, wanting nothing but to please her. She grabbed my cock firmly in her hands again and continued to run her mouth up and down my hard shaft.

  I felt her body begin to shake, just as I was no longer able to hang on, pushing us both over the edge into ecstasy.

  10

  Gabriela

  One month later

  I slid into the booth across from my old roommate Addison. Addison’s jaw dropped, and she gaped at me. “What in the world happened to you?”

  I blushed. “What do you mean?”

  Addison waved her hand up and down. “I mean...look at you. You look like a million bucks.”

  I turned away to hide my burning cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the same person I was three months ago. I haven’t changed.”

  “You have so changed,” Addison shot back. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Don’t answer that. You must have. You’re wearing a couture dress and Manolo Blahnik shoes with a matching alligator skin clutch. You’re glowing like you just came from the spa, and you haven’t stopped grinning like a banshee since you walked in the door. You’re wearing a diamond pendant to match your engagement solitaire, and you….”

  My hand flew to my neck. “This? This is just a little something Gray gave me for our one-month anniversary.”

  Addison pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “You have changed, Gabi. You used to be a girl from the south side. Now you’re a rich man’s wife. It’s written all over your face.”

  “Is it really so bad?” I lamented.

  “Bad!” Addison exclaimed. “It’s wonderful! I’ve never seen you this happy.”

  My smile got wider than ever. “Thanks. I am happy. I can’t explain it, but Gray and I are really good together. It’s really working—for now, at least.”

  Addison sipped her iced tea out of a straw. “Well, tell me what you’ve been up to. You’re in the tabloids just about every week, and they can’t talk enough about your clothes. I suppose you’ve been wining and dining with all the elite on the Upper West Side.”

  “Actually, we’ve been wining and dining with all the folks down on the south side. I took him home to my parents’ house for dinner last night.”

  Addison stifled a gasp. “You didn’t!”

  I nodded. “Gray blew them all away. My father even shook his hand and said he was honored to have him as a son-in-law. Can you believe that? And Mama kissed him on the cheek. He really impressed them.”

  Addison clucked her tongue and shook her head. “I never would have believed it. This must be the real deal.”

  I shrugged, but I couldn’t stop smiling. “Don’t say that. It’s only for a year. Then I’ll be back to boring old me.” Addison was the only person that really knew the truth. She was my best friend, and I knew that there was no way I could keep this secret from her.

  “If he’s meeting your parents and knocking their socks off, I doubt that,” Addison replied. “I mean, look at this.”

  Addison handed a magazine across the table. I bent over it to take a look, but I immediately shoved it back. “I’ve already seen it.”

  Addison crossed her arms. “And?”

  “And what?”

  “And what do you have to say about it?” Addison demanded. “They’re claiming you’re pregnant—with twins!”

  I waved that away. “You don’t actually believe that, do you? You should know better than to believe anything you read in a tabloid.”

  Addison stuck the magazine into her bag on the floor. “I don’t know about that. You know they don’t publish anything unless they have good reason to believe they can back it up.”

  I sat back in her chair. “What in the world would make them think I was pregnant? It’s preposterous.”

  “I don’t know,” Addison replied. “Maybe it was taking him home to your parents’ house. Maybe the press took a shot of you at an unflattering angle. Maybe it was you strutting around in expensive shoes and diamond jewelry.”

  “Stop going on about my shoes and my jewelry,” I shot back. “I bought the shoes on my spending allowance, and Gray gave me the necklace as a gift. It’s not like we’re out there buying diapers and bassinets and stuff.”

  Addison shook her head. “You’re going to have to come up with something a lot more convincing than that if you want me to believe it’s not getting serious between you two. Have you slept with him?”

  I stared at her. All the color drained out of my face.

  Addison froze, but at that
moment, the waitress stopped by with our lunches. Addison waited until the waitress left. Then she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’ve slept him, haven’t you? I knew it! You’re getting involved with him. You’re really getting caught up in this guy. What else have you done?”

  I dropped her eyes to my plate. I stuck a fork in my salad, but I didn’t eat it. “Nothing. We haven’t done anything.”

  Addison rocketed forward. She hissed through her teeth. “Oh, my God! You’re boning Gray Donovan! The President’s brother!”

  I darted forward, so my face hung inches away from her. “Will you keep quiet? If someone heard you, do you know what would happen?”

  “What could possibly happen that hasn’t happened yet?” Addison fired back. “You’re married to the richest guy on the block. You’re walking around with a massive diamond on your hand and taking him home to your parents. Now you’re telling me you’re doing him and the tabloids claim you’re pregnant. Tell me you’re using birth control. Please please please tell me you’re using birth control.”

  I sat very still. I stared at my friend, but I couldn’t be surprised. Birth control? Somehow, neither Gray nor his illustrious PR team ever mentioned that. Tanya had some serious talks with me in the early days about what would happen to me if I did anything to paint Gray in a bad light. I had to show everybody what a good girl I was. Screwing Gray on the side didn’t really qualify me as a good girl, did it? We weren’t even supposed to be sleeping in the same room, let alone the same bed. But our business arrangement had quickly slipped into something more casual. Almost like dating.

  If I did anything to make Gray look bad, that witch Tanya would nullify the contract. They would throw me out on my ass, and my spending account and all the thirty thousand dollars I accumulated over the past month would go up in smoke.