6+ Us Makes Eight_Baby Makes Three

by Nicole Elliot

  Fuck. Everything rattled, the whole wall seemed to shake as he took me over and over. His mouth left mine, his breath went ragged and primal as he drove into me. his hand on one side of my head, the other clenching my thigh in a vice. His head looked down at us, and I did too. Watching him enter me, coated in the juices of our lust was so fucking sexy. Like nothing I had ever seen, it almost made me come faster.

  “God, Tristan. Yes—yes ugh, yes!” So many things I said were unintelligible. I was vaguely aware of the ugh, ugh, porn worthy noises I was making.

  I forgot someone could easily hear us. Or maybe I didn’t, and I just didn’t care. He was fucking me so hard I forgot my name. Something with an E.

  “Deeper please, I need to come.” I moaned.

  “Fuck yes.” He groaned.

  He gripped my other thigh, barring my legs open as he stretched my walls, his thrusts faster and deeper as he leaned over. My fingers clenched around his biceps through his shirt, my breasts bobbed against my bra as he moved me and the seed table I was on.

  I knew I was close. My walls tightened, his groans attested to how hard I was clenching around him. I felt it in my belly, the slow build up, the warm and full feeling. I could feel it in my fingers already. When he leaned forward and closed his mouth around my nipple, biting softly; it was over. My orgasm seemed to last forever. Building up and up until it was so much, almost too much. Blinding as I shuddered and shook beneath him, my back arching and my insides trembling as the wave of pleasure whipped me around and ran through me like I was nothing.

  Then his grunts grew shorter, closer together, stronger. I wanted him to come, but as he thrust into me more and more I needed to come again too. I could never be finished around him, it seemed.

  I used two fingers to work around my clit as I pinched my nipple, I didn’t recognize myself. Doing these things. He was making me do what felt good with no inhibitions. I enjoyed this new part of me, yanked out by him so fast. First a month ago, and again today.

  “That’s fucking hot, baby doll.”

  His bottom lip drew between his teeth, his brows furrowing as he went faster. Our skin clapping together, our labored breaths in the air. Flowers and sex should be bottled up as a scent. I was rolling over the boulder again, wading around in the sea of desire as I came, and he followed suit.

  His seed shot into me, so deep I felt it in my core. I milked him dry and he collapsed against me as he kissed me through our aftershocks. He released my lips with a wet pop. I sighed in content. My body was mush. Nothing. I was on a cloud.

  We regained our composure for a few seconds before he pulled away from me. I felt empty when he pulled out. He tucked himself back into his briefs, and he looked around the room. I fixed my bra and he returned with a towel. I used it to clean up, but it didn’t do much. I was eager for a shower, but part of me was still hot and bothered by the feel of him on my thighs.

  “I’ve never been called baby doll before.” I was tugging my jeans back on, remembering the last thing he said.

  He buttoned up his shirt, smirking down at me through his lashes. Mascara can’t even get my lashes like his.

  “It’s uh, something I think of you as.” He replied warily. I put my shirt back on, standing up to look at him. His hair was a messy array, my attempt to fix it was useless. I think I just wanted to touch it.

  “Why?” My brows turned up. A sly smile found his face. He seems like he doesn’t smile often, not genuinely anyway.

  I didn’t have to guess to know something made him that way. That there was something I didn’t know. And that I wanted to.

  I told myself to stop getting ahead of myself.

  Just enjoy the moment for what it was.

  “Because of your eyes. They’re so big and bright. It’s cute.” I was flattered, honestly.

  “I’m not cute.” I teased him.

  He stepped closer to me, closing any space there was.

  “You are. You’re also beautiful,” he tucked some hair behind my ear—it was such a sweet gesture. “And I love your body. I want to see more of it sometime.”

  His eyes trailed down my front to prove a point. I didn’t question the meaning of what he said. I felt it. The intensity of his eyes was genuine.

  “Thank you.” I replied.

  His brow arched, “Don’t you want to see mine?” He teased.

  I knew I had to say something, but I didn’t want to because I knew I had to be honest too.

  “I do but…I don’t do the whole casual sex thing, I—I’m just not built for it.” His gaze didn’t falter from mine. In fact, it grew more intense.

  “Unfortunately, that’s all I’m about right now.”

  I furrowed my brow.

  “Why?” My heart sunk a little. But it was like I wasn’t ready to just give up on him. Or let him go.

  You don’t even have him.

  “Just is.” His expression was dark, his brows hooded.

  “Someone hurt you.” I stated. He didn’t say anything. But he didn’t move either, his grip on my waist tightened. He wanted me. But how much?

  “I won’t pry.” I added. He nodded as if to say thank you.

  But all I wanted to do was pry.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tristan

  I could feel it in my spine. How much my body wanted her. That wasn’t even a question.

  The real one was if I could give her anything else, want anything else. She looked at me like she wanted me, those big blue circles holding the sea bore right through me and make me question everything. If I could trust her. Something told me I could, and it was stronger than with Vivian. The thought of her made me shudder.

  I heard something in her voice, a curiosity and care that I usually didn’t get from anyone but my family. But I respected her for not wanting to give only half of her.

  I went dark for a moment, of course someone had hurt me. Bad. I wasn’t sure if I could ever open up again. I had to distract myself with the purpose of this chance meeting. Gabrielle would be pissed if I didn’t get this right. She is so hard to please, I wonder how Levi survived.

  “Let me buy you some lunch. Then we can talk.” I didn’t phrase it as a question.

  She exhausted me and built up my appetite, I was sure she was hungry too. Besides, I wanted to see if I could do something with her that didn’t involve sex. I wouldn’t deny it and say I didn’t want to get to know her more. Maybe we could friends, I just didn’t know if I could open up my heart again.

  “Okay.”

  She nodded.

  I took her to the café just down the street, it was within walking distance. It felt familiar, walking with my hand on her waist and her tucked into my side. She was soft, she belonged there. What?

  I chose a secluded table and we ordered quickly. She went to the bathroom as soon as we got there, then came back, sipping on her tea like she was teasing me. I had imagined those perfect lips around my cock too many times.

  “I really thought I would never see you again.” I finally said.

  The table was small, our knees brushed as I leaned forward.

  “You thought of me?” I smiled at the question. She had no idea.

  “Yeah, all the fucking time. Never met a woman like you before.” I admitted. Her eyes glinted as her cheeks flushed, I didn’t think she was complimented often.

  “I thought about you too.” She smiled timidly. How could she be so wild when we fuck and then so timid at lunch?

  We ate our pasta salads in relative silence, but it was nice sharing a meal with a female other than my sister or mom.

  “I should apologize, for accusing you of being engaged.” We had finished up, and she had been regarding me warily for a while.

  “It’s okay,” I shrugged, “it’s just funny because I’m not even close with the bride. But my best friend loves her, so we tolerate each other.”

  She giggled softly. I turned serious, speaking of.

  “Look, I really need your help. With the wedding.
It’s in two weeks so I know it’s short notice. But I’m desperate.” I pleaded. She stared back at me.

  “I could never turn down a chance to build my portfolio. I’ll do it.”

  “Thank you,” I could let out a breath of relief. I didn’t know how tense I was about it. “Gabriella is a real handful though. She will probably be the worst bride you ever work with.” I smirked, but her smile didn’t quite reach her ears.

  “I can handle it, but…if I take the job we can’t do whatever we’re doing anymore. I was already so unprofessional this morning, I have to put my career first. So, no more, um…what we’ve done.”

  I was disappointed, and in awe at the same time. I barely knew her, and I respected her. I didn’t know if I ever respected Vivian. But Emilia had earned it in seconds. It sucked, but I wouldn’t force her.

  “I understand.”

  Her smile was tight. I knew she didn’t want to do it. But she still did. She was strong, determined, even despite this morning—professional. She reminded me of myself. This project wouldn’t take forever. We could hold off until the wedding. At least, I think we could.

  ~

  We went back to the floral shop and Gabriella met us there. She was nice in the beginning. Kindly introducing herself and what not. I hadn’t seen her in a while, so I did hug her, I wasn’t a total asshole.

  “You look good, how are you?” I asked her. She was in her scrubs, so obviously busy with work. We went to a private room in the back. Emilia sat across from us, making it feel more like we were in fact engaged.

  “Good, my fellowship is rough, but good. What about Vivian, did she finally sign?” My eyes flitted to Emilia, who looked on as I expected her to. In confusion.

  “Yeah, she did. It’s over.” My voice was tight. It still got to me, what she did.

  “I’m glad…so, Emilia. I have so many ideas.”

  I sat back as Gabriella chattered away. Emilia took her through the catalog, but then took out blank paper instead and sketched stuff out. Gabriella changed everything three times. We were there for hours before she decided on a base design, not even the flowers yet.

  I did warn her.

  Chapter Twenty

  Emilia

  I wondered who Vivian was the entire meeting. I assumed a girlfriend, but since Gabrielle said sign, I leaned towards marriage.

  He did say he was divorced, I just didn’t realize he meant that recently. Ouch.

  Maybe that was the hurt he didn’t want to talk about. I couldn’t ask him about it. I already said we couldn’t do things anymore. We could be friends. I knew that would never go well. So, I pushed it aside and got to work.

  Gabriella was a real…piece of work. She was excited to get married, though it seemed like she didn’t even want to because she changed everything. And then Tristan. He was such a tease. His knee kept brushing over mine, the table was so close his thigh touched mine too, and he made use of the advantage. My whole body was on fire the whole time.

  I should have known he wouldn’t make it easy to resist him. I knew he wouldn’t force me, but his teasing was getting to be something I couldn’t handle. By the time we left, I was flushed, and I felt the familiar wetness between my legs.

  He walked us out, and Gabriella took off in her flashy car.

  “Told you she was a handful.” He smirked. I just shrugged.

  I had forgotten he drove me here, so we walked backed to his car together. His hand wasn’t on my waist like last time, but we brushed together with every step.

  “It’s okay. I suppose I should get used to it for weddings. At least she isn’t mean about it.” If she had been rude, I would have called her out on it. But she wasn’t. She is just very specific.

  “Maybe. We could get some dinner on the way back.”

  I arched a brow as I looked up at him, “Two meals in one day?” I asked.

  “It’s just as friends. Promise.” I didn’t believe him, but then again, I didn’t believe myself either. I was hungry anyway.

  “Well I am hungry, I hope you don’t think I eat too much.” I giggled. He opened the door for me, even taking it upon himself to strap me in.

  “Your hunger is refreshing. I can’t stand girls who don’t eat.” He chuckled.

  On the road, he asked what I wanted, but I had no particular craving. We ended up at a diner.

  “I love diners.” I said as we sat down. I ordered coffee too, even though it was late, I was so mentally exhausted I needed it.

  “Really?” he asked.

  “Yeah. My dad and I go when we see each other.” I thought of him. I should call him more. “And the wallpaper usually has my favorite flower. Maybe it’s a diner thing.”

  “What’s your favorite flower?” He looked to see the wallpaper, but this one didn’t have it.

  “Buttercups.” I answered, and he smirked. I sipped my coffee slowly. It was far too hot.

  “You remember mine?” He asked.

  “Yeah, lilacs. I had them at the front of my store…”

  “Before you thought I was a cheating bastard?” He interrupted. I blushed from embarrassment. I still regretted thinking so badly of him so fast, but I couldn’t help it.

  I was glad he wasn’t, anyway. Though it didn’t change that I still couldn’t be with him. I was too early in the game to mess things up for a man that isn’t guaranteed to be in my life.

  “Um, I guess. I’ll put them back up, they looked good up there.”

  He grinned and sipped his sweet tea, which was mostly sugar.

  “So, your dad, are you guys close?” Was he trying to get to know me? I wasn’t sure I could open up to him, but I think I already had.

  “Yeah, I don’t see him too often though. Just the holidays.” I couldn’t tell him how different he was since my mother died. I looked exactly like her, maybe it was just too hard for him.

  I ordered a chicken finger basket, and Tristan got a BLT.

  “What about your parents?” I asked. He arched a brow.

  “You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

  I racked my brain. He wasn’t an actor. And he wasn’t on any house wife shows and that’s all I watched, so I couldn’t place him.

  “No. School me.” I shrugged.

  “My parents, the Cox’s, own half the real estate in the state. They probably own the building you lease. And I used to own one of the largest tech startups of the century before I sold it for three-and half billion dollars.”

  My eyes widened on their own accord.

  That was a lot to take in at once. Basically, he was old money rich and new money rich. And people usually knew who he was.

  I was probably a complete mystery to him.

  “Oh…why did you sell it?”

  He shrugged. “It was always meant to be a startup. The revenue got to a certain point and then I just wasn’t in it anymore. But my parents and I are relatively close. I have a sister, Natalie. She’s a psychologist.”

  I smiled softly, he beamed when he talked about his family.

  “Does she try to make you her patient a lot?”

  He laughed.

  “Yeah, all the fucking tine.”

  I could tell he was annoyed, but not so much because it was his sister. It was sweet.

  When our food arrived, we both ate like our lives depended on it. He would still ask me stuff—when I opened my shop, why I did. But I wouldn’t talk about my mom yet. It was still too hard.

  We continued to chat, but my curiosity was eating me alive. I sipped the rest of my coffee, there was no alcohol, so it served as my liquid courage.

  “Who is Vivian?”

  He stared back at me, a coldness washing over his otherwise happy green eyes. I saw his throat bob as he swallowed with a sharp inhale. Maybe I overstepped, I averted my gaze to my crumbed plate. I didn’t think he would answer me.

  “She’s my ex-wife.”

  I suspected that. I didn’t know how it made me feel, honestly. He had a life before me.

&nbs
p; “You were married?” Dumb question, but I was blanking for good responses. He nodded.

  “Yeah, for ten years.”

  I exhaled.

  “That’s a long time…can I ask what happened? If you don’t mind, of course.”

  His tongue pressed against his cheek, his jaw gritting. I was immediately distracted by the strength of his jaw. As his fists clenched, the veins of his arm protruded against the fine hairs. This woman really hurt him. It made my blood boil, why? I had known him two days, collectively. But for a month I had pictured him, imagined him, built him up as a person. I attached myself to a maybe, and now here he was. I told myself it was natural. That I wasn’t crazy, overthinking things.

  “She cheated on me. With her optometrist.”

  I stifled a gasp.

  I was mad at the woman. Yes, mad. How could she hurt him like that! Tristan was seemingly kind and genuine, I couldn’t imagine anyone betraying him like that.

  “That’s low. I’m so sorry.” I didn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch his hands gently.

  He let out a breath and overturned his hands to take mine. They closed over mine, large and warm. It soothed my entire body. This was already too dangerous, too deep.

  “It is what it is. Anyway, we’re divorced now. She took a lot of my money, but I’m just glad to be rid of her.” He tried to brush it off. But I knew it hurt, I could hear it in his voice. Feel it; I saw it in the tenseness of his body.

  “I can’t imagine why she would do that. You seem like a really good man.”

  “Seem?” His playful smirk returned, and I relaxed.

  “For now.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Tristan

  There was never a woman that invaded my thoughts as much as Emilia had.

  It was just like after the party. She was on my mind every morning, and every afternoon, and evening. Of course, it sucked I couldn’t have sex with her unless I was imagining it.

  I wanted her. There is no doubt about it. I wished she wasn’t so head strong.

  I wanted to adhere to her wishes of keeping this professional, but I was a natural tease after all. It made it easier over text message, that way she didn’t yell at me. Quite frankly actually seeing her angry was a turn on.