by Ella Brooke
Table of Contents
Billionaire’s Second Chance Triplets: A Billionaire's Baby Romance
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Billionaire’s Second Chance Triplets:
A Billionaire’s Baby Romance
By Ella Brooke & Jessica Brooke
All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2018 Ella Brooke & Jessica Brooke
This story is a work of fiction and any portrayal of any person living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended.
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Chapter One
Grant
Kit had the tiniest little waist and the proudest, most glorious ass. Her hips were perfectly grabbable, and she moved them with a fluid ease that caught Grant’s gaze and kept it. That was how, at his mother’s charity auction to raise money for the hospital, he ended up in an unused closet, fingering a girl he remembered vaguely from his pre-calc class.
She had been smart and quiet then, and he’d thought, one of the chunky girls. As it turned out, she’d simply worn a lot of oversized clothes in high school, never dressing up, even on picture day. Seeing her now with both of them in college and Kit filling out a striking red dress exquisitely, Grant had to have her.
He’d come over to talk, then to tease, and then to draw her away from the glittering party for a heated kiss. Kit had hesitated at first, but soon she was rubbing against him eagerly.
“I always had a crush on you in high school,” she admitted.
Grant didn’t want to admit that he’d thought of her as a chubby nerd. Especially since he’d been so wrong. He carded his fingers through her silky red hair and kissed her lips possessively.
“I was an idiot in high school,” he replied breathily.
“Who says you’re not one now? We’re in a closet at our parents’ auction.” Kit smirked. “What’s your game plan here?”
Grant decided it would be better to show, not tell, and he slipped his hand up the slit in her dress. His eyebrows rose as she jumped a little when his fingers touched the silk of her panties. He rubbed the fabric slowly for a moment, looking into her eyes for a sign to continue. She shuddered and squeezed his arm, nodding.
The tightness around his fingers was one thing that he had definitely expected. Kit was so wound up that he wouldn’t have been shocked to find a diamond up there. That she needed a minute of coaxing before he could add another finger was to be expected.
Wriggling on the end of his fingers like a caught salmon, Kit bit back a moan. There was nothing sexier to Grant than watching a woman turned on. He loved their sounds, their sighs, the way they bucked their hips or maybe mewled a little needfully when he really got them going. He loved the scent of a woman’s arousal, and he loved being the one to make it happen.
Grant sucked on Kit’s neck, and she gasped and pushed her hand against his.
“Shh shhh…” he teased.
“Grant,” she begged.
His fingers were slick as he stroked the sides of her vulva eagerly. She was too sensitive to really come at her clit head on, so his fingers played up and down the sides, and his thumb circled just above, increasing the pressure all around so that when she came, her knees buckled.
Her face tensed as the pleasure came rushing through her. Having a woman come undone through his touch was such a joy. Grant chuckled deep in his throat as he kissed her again and again.
“So, do you like my plan?”
“Unn…”
Speechless. Perfect.
***
They didn’t see one another again until his father held a party for the head surgeons at their house, and Kit’s family was invited because Jack Wharton, head of cardiology, only wanted Catherine Hardwick as his anesthesiologist. Grant’s mother had sneered silently at the inclusion on the guest list. With her, it was surgeon or bust, but Jack was particular about his O.R., and that meant having the scrub nurses he wanted and the anesthesiologist he wanted and every piece of surgical equipment placed just so.
“You always want to surround yourself with people who will ensure your success,” Jack said, examining one of the caterer’s fried squash blossoms. “Some people don’t get that. They want to have weak people around them. Followers. They think that makes them seem stronger, but it’s the opposite.”
At the time, Grant had nodded, planning what to do when he saw Kit.
As it turned out, Kit had the plan this time. She’d spotted him across the room and smiled so cunningly… Grant had no choice but to follow, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his dress pants. When he’d reached her, she was sitting on the edge of his bed, licking her lips and brushing the edge of a condom wrapper along the lace of her sweetheart neckline.
Grant was mesmerized by the rise of her breasts, but in practically no time at all, he had the door locked behind him and her panties on the floor. Her thighs were firm with muscle, and they spread for him with purpose. Together they rose and fell and lay back panting against the damask bedspread.
Her hair fanned out over his pillow, and she looked at him with wide eyes.
Grant smiled back at her. “You’re something else. Is that what you were dreaming of when you were staring at me in pre-calc bundled up in that hoodie?”
“It was always cold in Mr. Garcia’s room,” she complained. Her fingers brushed over the top of his hair. “And no, I wasn’t dreaming about losing my virginity upstairs in your parents’ house.”
Grant’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t say anything. If he’d known, he would’ve slowed down. Or he told himself he would have. He liked to think of himself as a considerate guy.
“What were you dreaming of?”
“I was trying to think of something to say to you. Something that would make you think I’m smart.”
“Kitten, with that ass, you don’t have to be smart.”
She picked up his pillow and smacked him with it hard.
If that had been the last time he’d seen her, he wouldn’t have been surprised. But for the next year, whenever they were at a parental function together, hearts raced and sweat flowed. She came over nights when his parents weren’t home and skinny-dipped in his pool. Once, he returned to his dorm to find her lounging naked in his sheets. They never dated, but took adventurous day-trips in between major tests and papers, and skirted legality when it came to where they chose to make love.
She was shy but bold, and he lapped up everything she offered him. There was just something about her that Grant was drawn to, even if he didn’t quite believe in happily-ever-afters.
Chapter Two
Seven Years Later
Kit
The office was small, but it was hers. In between sips of an extremely large coffee, Kit skimmed through her messages and took a deep breath. She hadn’t slept much the night before, which may or may not have been related to the meeting this morning. If she were honest with herself, Kit couldn’t remember the last time she’d managed to get a full night’s sleep. As one of the youngest litigators at Gable & Pines, Kit put in a lot of effort every day. It should’ve come as no surprise that it w
as hard to shut her mind off when she drove out of the parking lot.
Her mother would say that drinking and breathing coffee all day long had something to do with it, but after law school and the bar, Kit was pretty sure her blood was seventy-five percent java anyway.
“Hey, Kid.” Buck Gable poked his head into her office with a slick smirk on his lips. The nephew of one of the senior partners, Buck had a sense of superiority completely unsupported by his track record and skill level. And yet, Kit found herself partnered with him often enough that it was necessary to make him look better than he actually was.
“Morning, Buck.” Kit smoothed a hand over her hair to make sure nothing had fallen. “Are you headed to the conference room?”
“We have an hour.” Buck smiled wider and came over to make himself comfortable in the chair in front of her desk. “I thought I’d see if you needed any help.”
“Nope. I’ve got my cases pretty much under control.”
“It’s easy for things to sneak up on you in your first year as an associate,” Buck chided. “Why don’t you and I meet for lunch, and I can give you a few tips on how to handle all you’ve got on your plate.”
Kit leaned back in her chair and raised her coffee cup in front of her lips, partially to hide her expression. She had to behave, no matter how he tried to condescend to her. “Oh, I’m sure you have more to do with your time than babysit the firm’s newest litigator.”
Never mind that she’d been with them almost a year. Never mind that she had a better percentage than most of the other lawyers on her rung of the firm’s hierarchy.
“Nonsense. It’s no problem.” Buck leaned forward and let his smile slip sideways.
All in all, he wasn’t totally unattractive. He just wasn’t attractive enough to make Kit divert her focus from her work. All things considered, she liked her job. She just struggled among the egos that seemed determined to find their way into her office. If she could use her law degree to help people without having to deal with a lot of other lawyers, that would’ve been perfect.
“Well, maybe not today? I have some briefs to file by the end of the day.”
That did it. She could see him smarmy smile fading. Buck wasn’t going to sign up for more actual work. His entire life plan was likely to squat at this firm as long as his uncle would keep him there. Indefinitely, if possible.
“I’ll let you know what my schedule is as soon as I know it.” Kit breathed in the scent of her coffee deeply as she considered a change in subject. “Did you have the chance to talk with Mr. Gable about how they’ll be handling the Brockman case?”
Safely diverted onto a topic that would allow him to explain legal concepts she already understood, Buck prattled on as Kit enjoyed her coffee while it was still hot and mentally turned over the topics they’d be discussing during the staff meeting.
Kit offered “hm” sounds and nodded where appropriate. Roughly ten minutes into this lecture, Kit’s phone buzzed, vibrating along the desk. She glanced at the screen and took a moment to weigh which would be worse, enduring this apparently lengthy explanation or talking to her mother. She loved her mother, but she could only handle so much concerned lecturing in one day.
She passed on the call. At least with Buck, she knew she’d still get to her meeting on time because he had to be there early. So she sat, listening here and there, and persevered.
***
“We would like to have several associates present at the fundraiser,” Mr. Aldous Gable said. It was not a question. “We represent quite a few of the people who will be present, from administrators to doctors to a few of their wealthy supporters from other fields.”
Dave Andrews, sitting on the other side of the table, raised his hand as he spoke. Gable had that kind of impact on people.
“Are we looking to expand our client base at this event?” Dave asked.
Mr. Benjamin Pines shook his head. “No, we wouldn’t want to appear inappropriate or pushy. This is an event for charity, after all. Those who attend will be providing a presence mostly. Hand out business cards if you introduce yourself, but no hard selling.”
Mr. Gable scanned over the associates before him. “Buck, I think it would be good if you attended. Dave, John, and… hm.”
Pines looked to his partner curiously as Gable thought on it. “One of the female associates ought to go as well, Aldous,” he said in a quieter tone.
Kit looked around the room expectantly. No volunteers. They were pretty busy at the moment, actually in the middle of hiring a few new people. No one wanted extra work, even if it was basically a free party.
“I could attend, sir,” Kit said. “My mother is an anesthesiologist. She runs in those circles and had planned to go to the benefit before picking up another surgery for the surgeon she works with.”
“I thought anesthesiologists just worked basic hours for whoever’s on call,” Buck said. “It’s like having the gas man there. He does his job and then he goes home.”
Kit pursed her lips. There must’ve been something funny about her expression because Mr. Pines stifled a laugh, badly.
“There, we’ve got our girl. It’ll be good to have someone who understands medical politics a bit, eh?” Pines grinned at her. “Thank you for offering, Kit.”
“It’s no problem, Mr. Pines.”
Mr. Gable scowled at her. She started to get nervous, but then he looked down at the file in front of him and cleared his throat.
“Next point of business: The Brockman case. We’re going to need more hands on this, and it will need to be those who know environmental and contract laws for this state inside out.”
Kit continued to listen as her bosses bounced from case to case, topic to topic. She was relieved, though. She’d spoken up in a meeting. That was a start.
It wasn’t until after the meeting when Buck cornered her to ask what she was planning to wear that she realized she’d doomed herself to an evening of avoiding Buck.
“I could talk to a few people, set up a private fitting at a few of the high end stores here in the city,” Buck offered.
“That’s kind, but I do have some evening attire, believe it or not,” Kit said.
“Really?” Buck stepped in front of her to block her path. “You just happen to have a ball gown lying around? You’ve always struck me as a person who was interminably busy. When do you have the time to shop or go to parties?”
“I don’t.” Kit cocked her head to the side. “I have a bridesmaid’s dress that I haven’t had the chance to wear, and it was a pretty nice one. It’ll do for the fundraiser, once I find a wrap to go with it.”
“A bridesmaid’s dress that you’ve never worn?” Buck echoed. “That sounds like a story.”
“Hm.” Kit tried to move past him, but he was broad-shouldered and the halls were narrow. “Long story short, I was in the wedding party, and I bought the dress, and they did get married, but I was not allowed at the wedding.”
Kit put her hand on his shoulder and when he turned toward her, she slipped away, saying, “It’s really lucky for you that you’ve never seen me angry.”
She hurried to her office, grateful to be away from Buck, but less thrilled that this knowledge probably only made her more intriguing to him.
***
As Kit approached the ballroom reserved for the hospital’s fundraiser, she wondered how much was being spent to throw the benefit to begin with. Having attended a number of these thanks to her father and mother’s careers respectively in business law and medicine, she knew that much of what the planners did here was an attempt to draw in as many big wallets as possible, while still offsetting their losses for all the fancy settings and food. Sometimes, they could get donated spaces and discounted catering, though not always.
Kit reached the entrance where several groups of people had paused to socialize before entering. Or just to block the doorway. She smoothed a hand down the blue-grey satin gown and sighed softly. She couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place. She
had no money to donate, obviously, as the firm had paid for her and the other associates’ tickets, and she couldn’t compete with professionally done hairstyles and the showers of precious gems adorning the women here. Kit had simply swept her hair into a French twist. She’d added some sparkle with her necklace and a champagne-colored shawl, but there was no hiding that Kit was more suited to pantsuits than ball gowns.
That was the story of her life, though. Years of feeling out of place, years of covering with a calm sense of control. There was nothing to be done about it. She had volunteered for this, and she would do her job.
Kit put on a pleasant smile and set to work moving her way through the crowd, occasionally stopping to have polite conversation with a few faces she remembered from the medical community.
“It’s been so long! You’re so grown up!”
“How’s Catherine doing? It’s so busy. We hardly ever get to see each other anymore.”
“How’s the law turning out for you? I always thought it was a shame you didn’t go into medicine with your mother.”
And so on. The themes were the same as they had always been. With most of the specialties, surgeons in particular, no job was as good as theirs. It was medicine or bust.
Kit didn’t have any problem with medicine, but it simply hadn’t been for her. It wasn’t like the career path she’d chosen was that much easier. It just involved less scrubbing and fewer deaths.
Reaching the opposite end of the room, Kit took a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and scanned the room. It wouldn’t be long before the chief of medicine came up to say a few words. She wondered what kind of entertainment was planned for the evening. She would have to do another lap of the room before it started and conversations halted.
She had just moved to intercept a waiter carrying lobster puffs when Buck stepped into her path.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a nice-looking bridesmaid’s dress.”
Kit put her hand on her hip. “Life isn’t a ‘90s romcom, Buck. Most brides would prefer people be looking at them and not at how awful their bridesmaids look.”
