Quadruplets Make Six

by Nicole Elliot

  I drilled her, fucking her wildly until her next orgasm erupted in her, and it was unbelievable how sexy she was as she thrashed against the wall, completely lost in pleasure. I couldn’t hold myself much longer, and this time I wanted us to come together.

  I pressed my lips against hers, pushing inside and finding her sweet tongue. I was pounding into her as I felt my pleasure finally reach its peak, at the same time as hers. I started coming, feeling her pussy clench around me so tight—squeezing every single drop out of me. I lowered her down and hugged her, needing her close to me.

  “You’re so good, Addison. You have no idea what you do to me.” I pulled her under the stream of water and took the soap, eager to wash her whole body.

  “I bet I do,” she giggled. “But now you’re really late for work.”

  “And that is supposed to be funny?” I raised my eyebrow, feigning anger.

  She bit her lip. “Maybe.” She was provoking me on purpose, acting like a naughty girl, and I was more than ready to respond to that. I pushed her against the wall again, trapping her hands above her head in mine.

  “Well, since you’re such a naughty girl, I really have to punish you again.” I grinded against her, my big cock already hard for her. “Brace yourself,” I warned her and pushed deep into her—where I belonged.

  Fifteen

  Addison

  “Yes, that’s fine. Roses on each table in the blush pink will be perfect. And don't forget about jewelry that goes with my gown. I want everything set up that morning so I don't have to think about anything.” I was scatterbrained on a normal day, hackers mind, but my wedding day? I didn't want to be responsible for anything. I knew I would forget something and ruin the whole damn thing. With Cole’s money, I had set up everything so nicely. Our lie was perfectly staged.

  I hung up the phone with the planner and turned back to Elizabeth who was sitting on the couch in Cole’s apartment rummaging through invitations.

  “I still think you're having a midlife crisis. Or quarter life I guess.”

  I rolled my eyes at her. “We have discussed this, this is what is best for Cole and me. So what if it's a little rushed? It's not like I'm not getting everything that I ever wanted. I wish you could just be happy for me.”

  “I am happy for you, I'm just… concerned. I mean this guy shows up out of nowhere Addison! You are hiding him from me and then you decide to marry him? I mean what did Daddy say?”

  “That he would be wearing his uniform and he would be happy to walk me down the aisle. Mom was the same way. Just happy that I found someone and I'm settling down. I think you're just annoyed that I'm settling down before you.”

  I knew the last one stung, and that shouldn't have because I was just playing up this lie, but I knew that she had moved her boyfriend into her apartment since I had left and she was especially annoying since I had told her I was getting married.

  “You're so lucky I'm not planning a bachelorette party for you because if I were, I would've taken pictures to show Cole just for that statement.”

  “Yeah thanks for not doing that, I don’t think I could handle anymore showing off then I'm already doing. And I'm really glad that you guys decided to just throw in the shower with the rehearsal dinner so people could bring gifts that if they wanted.” I was not the in the spotlight type, this was all a little much.

  “It's not like you need anything anyway,” Elizabeth said gesturing around Cole's apartment. She was right. I had everything here that I could ever want. I kept myself busy most of the day while Cole was at the hospital planning the wedding and keeping things tidy, not to mention thinking about him.

  Our chemistry over the past three weeks had become completely incredible. And while I had been better about not trying to seduce my new fiancé before he left for work in the morning that didn't mean I was sleeping in the guest room.

  Most nights I was cuddled up with Cole on the couch or getting rowdy in his bed. We were like the perfect new couple. Maybe getting married this fast wasn’t a bad idea, when you were still in that lusty stage and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Maybe Cole and I had figured it all out better than the rest of society. Or maybe in four months, we would never talk to each other again, and that was constantly nagging in the back of my mind.

  “How's the hospital for him? He said that this is the first time he's working in pediatrics.”

  Elizabeth was sincerely interested, which was refreshing because when I had first told about getting married her she had dropped a bottle of wine on the floor in my old apartment which shattered and was a total waste. Now she was at least asking about him like he was a real person and not someone I had made up. But she was still pressing for the four of us to go to dinner sometime, and after dinner with Cole's uncle, I wasn't too keen to repeat it. I still couldn't believe what he had done under the table if we had been caught! I couldn't even imagine.

  “It's fine. I don't think Pediatrics is really his thing, I mean he's used to a more military type of medicine but I don't think he hates it either. I mean he’s not there much longer anyway.”

  I noticed that Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at that. “And why not?”

  Shit. I hadn’t mentioned that Cole was only going to be working there for short period of time. I had to get better at the lie that was our lives.

  “Well he's on loan from another hospital, so I don't think he intends on staying there full-time or anything.”

  “What about you? Have you even been looking for a job? I just don’t want you to become this trophy wife Addison. Not to mention that's not really your style.”

  “And what’s my style? What's that supposed to mean?”

  “The little socialites, going to fundraising dinners and hosting cocktail parties. That might be what Cole is looking for, but that’s not you. That’s certainly not us.”

  “So what? Just because you and I were raised different than Cole, what’s that got to do with things? Elizabeth, that's kind of shitty thing to say.” Especially because she was right. Doubt pushed its way into my mind.

  She didn't make eye contact continuing to go through invitations. “I can't believe how many people got back to you, considering it was such short notice.”

  I could tell she was ignoring my comment but I couldn't really blame her. She was right, Cole’s world wasn’t my own. For God sakes, I was getting married to someone who was practically a stranger and that was all because he wanted me to. What was I doing? Who was I becoming? This was all completely insane! It didn't matter how good sex with Cole was, or all the things that I could get the money from the severance package.

  I was marrying him! I looked at Elizabeth as she continued to sort through invitations making the final no pile when I realized I needed to talk to Cole now!

  “Elizabeth, I'm actually going out for a bit. Can you lock up when you're done?”

  She looked at me, her face was concern and annoyance etched into it.

  “But I'm not even halfway done.”

  I grabbed my keys off of the counter and I muttered to her, “You might not need to finish.”

  Sixteen

  Addison

  I walked into the hospital already sweating and practically breathless. I felt like I was losing my mind. It was a smart girl, not the type that randomly got married because it gave them a lot of money. I was supposed to marry for love, not lust. How hadn't I seen this before?

  I just needed reassurance from Cole. I just needed him to tell me that we could continue dating as we were while we got married. That everything would turn out okay. But as I rounded the first floor of the Children's Hospital I saw my worst fears before my eyes. There was Cole laughing with one of the nurses, a petite blonde with full lips and even fuller breasts. She was touching his arm and giggling. He didn't even look up, totally focused on her. He never even noticed me as he turned around and she rubbed his shoulders laughing and giggling the whole time. She was giving him an impromptu massage.

  Jealousy
raged through my body.

  Why was she touching him? What gave her that right? Not to mention what the hell was he doing? I suddenly realized I hadn't just come to the hospital for reassurance that our fake marriage wasn't totally fake but also for assurance the Cole actually liked me. That he cared. And here he was doing exactly what I should've expected him to be doing, acting like the total playboy that he was.

  At one point I had been smart, I didn't like men interfere with my career or what I thought about myself. But ever since I had been with Cole things had just fallen apart. And that was my fault, I had let that happen. I had somehow let my worth be entirely about what he thought of me. And as I stood there with my mouth gaping open I realized that I was done with all of that. He could say whatever he wanted to say to get me into bed, but clearly, our relationship was still strictly professional. We were both in it for the money. And at the end of the day I would walk away with that big ass check and I would never have to see him again. But as the tears pricked the backs of my eyes I realized I couldn't see him again tonight either.

  I turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital dialing the number of my best friends Kendall.

  “Hey, I need a place to crash for tonight. Don't ask questions, just have wine.”

  Seventeen

  Cole

  I dialed her number again but there was still no answer. So I left another fucking voicemail. “Addison. It's me. This is the sixth time I've called you. Where the hell are you? I need to know that you're okay. Call me back.”

  I paced back and forth this in front of the kitchen island again looking over the couch onto the coffee table where invitations had been sorted. Clearly, she had been home at some point during the day, but now she was gone. Missing. Part of me wanted to call John over at the station and see if he could put out a missing person’s report on her because I didn't know what else to do. I was frantic, I had never been like this about a girl. Sometimes they left, that was just the way was.

  But this time, it was different.

  I was practically falling apart without her.

  I needed her.

  I had to make sure she was okay, wherever she was. But it was nearly midnight and I still hadn't heard from her. That meant something was wrong. Finally, the text came through.

  Don't worry I'm with a friend. I'll meet you at the wedding planner tomorrow as we discussed. Don't call me anymore.

  Don't call her? What the hell did that mean? She'd been living here for three weeks. Everything was perfect, I had even stopped on my way home at some premier coffeehouse in order to get her favorite type of blend. I was learning things about her, things that I liked. The whole thing was mindbending, to begin with, two complete strangers getting married. But here we were, falling for each other. She couldn't deny it any more than I could. I wasn’t that guy, I wasn't good at settling down, but she made me want to try.

  She made it so that I wanted this arrangement to last so much longer than four months.

  And now she was just letting it all fall apart? It didn't make any sense. I considered having a couple drinks or eating something, but I figured sleep was better.

  I tossed and turned most of the night hoping that at some point she would creep into my bed and we would snuggle up together and everything would be forgiven. Not that I had any damn clue what was wrong. But when the sun started shining through my blinds I realized she hadn't come home. I got ready for meeting with the wedding planner and checked my phone several times but nothing.

  What if she was pulling out of our deal?

  I couldn't tell which concerned me more, losing my shares in the company, or losing Addison.

  Eighteen

  Cole

  It had been nearly a week since Addison hadn’t come home, and now she was sleeping in the guest room. I had no idea what was going on with her. When I would come home from my shift she would have her door closed or be out on an errand. She was avoiding me.

  But today she couldn’t avoid me any longer, it was the rehearsal, no matter how annoyed she was with me, she’d have to put on a good face. Because there were about thirty people we’d have to lie in front of.

  I looked at Addison, who was wearing a short satin dress and cute sandals and felt my cock growing. She was so beautiful in her elegant outfit. Even though I loved the complex bun her hair had been pulled into, I just wanted to destroy it and move my hands through her silky strands.

  But as she stood in front of the alter that would be decorated with all her flower choices tomorrow, she didn’t even make eye contact.

  We parted and she walked back to her family a very fake smile plastered on her face.

  My uncle grabbed me by my upper arm and we walked down the path, away from everyone else.

  “What in the hell did you do?”

  Shit, did he know? Had he found out our secret?

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your fiancée over there is pissed as hell, I’m guessing at something you did.”

  “I think she’s just nervous.”

  “The hell she is. She’s giving you daggers at every turn. I’ve been watching, something is going on here.”

  I decided honesty, or at least partial was best.

  “I have no idea what's going on with her and that's the truth. I came home last week to an empty house and no Addison and she won't talk to me about it. I don't know what I did to piss her off, but you're right she's not happy with me.”

  My uncle wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Are you sure you should be getting into these nuptials without a level head? Being angry at each other and walking down the aisle doesn't seem like the best way to enter into a marriage.”

  He had no idea. The best way to enter into a marriage was actually to be marrying someone that you love. While I had thought I loved Addison, and part of me still thought that I did, it was clear that she didn’t love me back. I shouldn't have been surprised, she was super bright and talented and beautiful. She was a total catch, the complete package. Perfect for my fabricated marriage, but was I perfect for her? Was I giving her everything she ever wanted?

  I wasn't sure.

  “What would you have me do? Cancel the wedding? Besides, I don't think she wants to do that either. Hopefully, this will all blow over very soon and we can move on.”

  “With the rest of your lives…” My uncle countered looking at me seriously.

  “Yeah, something like that,” I said dejectedly. Because right now I wasn't even sure that we’d make it to tomorrow let alone the next three months. And I had no idea what was going happen after that.

  Nineteen

  Addison

  Everyone was sitting around the table which had white linens and beautiful blush colored roses just like I asked.

  It was perfect, except that it wasn't.

  Cole stood up to give a speech and I could hardly look at him. But as soon as he sat back down and he took my hand within his I smiled affectionately and played my part. That's what I was here to do. Some soft music was playing in the background and while everyone was chatting and eating dessert Cole's uncle approached me.

  “Mind if I have a dance with the bride-to-be?”

  Cole nodded raising a glass to him and I took his hand as he walked me out onto what tomorrow would be our dance floor.

  “No one else is dancing.”

  “I kind of wanted it that way. I don't know what is going on between you and Cole, but I will give you the same advice that I gave him. Figure it out before you walk down that aisle tomorrow. Before you make a decision that will impact both of you for the rest of your lives.” He spun me out and pulled me back in close. I was happy no one else could hear our conversation.

  “What's that supposed to mean? Cole and I are fine. Just a little disagreement is all.”

  “I'm not sure that he sees it that way. You know the whole relationship is a little suspect now that I think about it. He had told me about you a couple months ago of course but I was surprised you a
greed to marry him.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because you're smart. You might even be smarter than him. And you look like a woman who takes her time in making a decision about something. Like you wouldn't do something just because it benefited you, and plan out your whole life around it. Cole isn't that way. He's impatient and stubborn and everything has to be done immediately when he's around. He doesn't think about the future, there is no long-term plan for him.”

  The song changed but it was still slow and smooth dinner music. “I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to say.”

  “Addison, I have a pretty good idea of what's been really going on here and I can say with certainty that you are about to enter into an agreement that you may never be able to get out of. So run. Take your lovely little family and get out of town. You don't deserve to be put in this situation by my nephew. I can see that his pigheadedness has won out this time, but if you stay you're the only one who's going to lose.”

  I pulled away from him, my fabricated smile now completely disappeared. “Cole and I are fine. I appreciate your concern but I can tell you with great certainty you have no idea what the hell you're talking about. It will be quite easy to prove that to you tomorrow.”

  I stormed past him and walked directly out of the room. I continue to walk and until I found myself next to a pond where I sat down hoping to collect my thoughts. What a mess this all turned into. I watch the bubbling of the water as it rippled towards me and I put my fingertip down it to make a ripple back. It was like I was trying to stop the water from moving, almost like I was trying to stop my emotions from overtaking me. I heard someone come up behind me and I spun around to see Cole standing with his hands in his pockets looking both disappointed and inquisitive. Like he was lost.

  “What are you doing out here?”

  “I came to see you, obviously. What is going on Addison? You’ve been avoiding me for almost a week. And then you go and have a dance with my uncle and suddenly your booking it out of the reception hall like nobody's business. Not really a great way to keep up a lie by the way.”