7+Us Makes Nine: A Nanny Single Dad Romance (Baby Makes Three)

by Nicole Elliot

  Her lower lip trembled, full, and the color of a ripe peach. Fuck, I bet she tasted as good as she looked. I couldn’t hold off anymore, I felt the heat creeping up to my neck as I closed the space between us. We were five inches apart, then none, and then my lips were on hers.

  I wasn’t holding back either, I crushed her against the wall, her soft body was plush against mine. Warm, and inviting my lips moved with hers. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, her hips were against mine as I closed the space between us. My thigh wedged a space between her legs as I settled between them, feeling the heat of her core against my thigh.

  Her small hands grazed my arm under my jacket, her nails dug in as I deepened the kiss. She gasped into my mouth as I pressed my hardness against her. She had me rock hard in seconds, and I hadn’t even seen anything yet. It was her scent, her natural allure, she was fucking gorgeous. Her skin was so smooth and creamy, I wanted to explore every inch of it with my hands, and my lips. Mostly my lips.

  Her hands moved to my chest and she applied slight pressure, I broke away as she gasped for air. My eyes went straight to hers. They were wide and wandering. I knew she was curious. But she was still timid, and I wanted to break that out of her. I wanted to make her scream as she came.

  “I don’t usually do that. Kiss strangers in flower mazes.” She said between raspy breaths, her eyes searching mine as she broke the silence.

  “What else do you not usually do?” I pressed. Maybe I could get some insight to who she really was. Something other than what my dick was making me think.

  My eyes trailed her skin; I wanted to taste the smooth skin of her neck, down to her ample breasts straining against the bodice of her dress. All I heard was the sound of the night, the water of the fountain, and her fast breathing.

  “Um…”

  I interrupted her by kissing her again. I couldn’t help it. But this time she didn’t waste time before kissing me back and searing her fingers through my hair to kiss me even harder. My tongue grazed her bottom lip and she moaned into my mouth, parting her lips so my tongue could lap over hers. I was vaguely aware that someone could catch us, but I still didn’t care.

  Maybe I jumped the gun, but my hands bunched up the fabric of her dress, and higher until I reached the apex of her thighs and the heat of her sex was on my hand. She broke away for air, and my lips just went to her neck, grazing small kisses across her collarbone until I took her lips again.

  Her fingers tightened in my hair and then moved down over my shoulders. I tugged my jacket off, and her soft fingers crept under the buttons of my shirt as my hand went back between her legs. I wanted to see her eyes when I touched her, I pulled away and looked in her eyes as my finger grazed her folds above her panties. She gasped, her back arching towards me. I kept my eyes on her as I hitched her leg over my waist, and then the other, until I was holding her up against the wall. I moved her panties to the side, my finger slipping inside of her slick folds. She mewled, then she was like putty in my hands as I flicked over her sensitive nub, until her legs trembled, and her breath quaked with her release.

  “Oh yes…” I groaned at the sound of her moan, wrapped in her pleasure. I wanted to hear it again. I had to.

  I prompted her out of her panties. As she stepped out of them, I undid my belt and pulled my hardened cock from my briefs. He eyes went to it briefly before her hand gripped me like a vice. My mouth found hers again as she pumped my cock and I set her around my waist again.

  I wanted to be inside of her, needed to be. Her lips were so soft as they kept up with me, the intensity of her tongue was eager and curious. It was obvious she didn’t do this sort of thing, but I didn’t care. She trusted me enough to let me take her against a fucking garden wall.

  I pulled back, releasing her lips with a pop of skin. I gripped her ass with my hand, smooth and creamy. I wanted to see her whole, perfect body but I was fine with a feel. Her arms went around my neck as her eyes bored into mine, wide and wanting. Her little moans spurred me on as I tugged my hand under her bodice, cupping her breast in my hand. I loved how they fit perfectly in my palm, soft, creamy and full. Then I slid myself inside of her, feeling her stretch around me, watching her succumb to the pleasure.

  “Oh fuck…” She was so fucking tight. Milking my cock for all that it was worth.

  “Please, fuck me.”

  Her voice was soft, and unassuming. I had no choice but to give her what she wanted. I moved, slow at first because she was so tight and firm. Then as she bucked her hips to meet mine, I went faster and deeper. Until I was in her to the hilt.

  The heat her surrounded me. The clench of her sex and the smell of our desire was driving me mad. I never got this close, this fast. But I was already on the edge. I had to hear her come again first though.

  She cried out, right in my ear as I circled my thumb over her clit. It made her clench even tighter. I pulled her bodice down, exposing her rosy pink nipples. I lapped my tongue over it, until she was mewling against me, her cries unintelligible as her moans took over. She tugged my hair, pulling my face up to her so she could kiss me, and I happily obliged.

  She was literally trembling. Her hands shaky as they rested against my abs, close to where I was pummeling inside of her. The dress covered everything, but I heard how wet she was and how deep I was going inside of her.

  “Yes…, yes!” Fuck. A woman screaming never sounded better.

  I kept going, harder and faster until my own thighs were clenching, and I felt the sweltering wave of desire build in my spine and explode inside of her as we came together.

  I held her against the wall, coming down as my cock twitched inside of her. I kissed her again, soft and slow just to fell those lips again. I set her dress back in place, and she slid her panties back on as I tucked myself away.

  “Is that what you don’t usually do?” I smirked. She looked up at me, fighting a smile. Even her hands still shook as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

  “Yeah. Pretty much.”

  Chapter Nine

  Emilia

  Holy all that is holy.

  My breath was still in my throat, my insides still clenching and my heart still racing. I was frazzled and confused. I never did stuff like that, never.

  The last time I had sex I was flat on the bed and was left with no release. But that…! And twice!

  He was so beautiful. I mean, I’ve never seen a man that looks like that at all. His hair was a mess, sandy blonde that only he could pull of, and his eyes a smoldering green that I could see when I shut my eyes. I didn’t get to see much of his body, but he felt hard and chiseled. Something even more beautiful was underneath that suit. He also looked so familiar, but it was escaping me.

  And the way he looked at me. It was unnerving and arousing all at the same time. Even as he put his jacket back on and adjusted the cuff of his shirt. His hair very obviously looked like he had just been fucked, but he didn’t seem to care. That was hot as hell.

  His eyes met mine again and I nearly froze in place. I should stop being so damned nervous around him too. He was just a man—in theory.

  “You want a drink?” He asked. I loved how deep and even his voice was, not changing in the slightest at all.

  “Yes.” My voice came out like a whisper, not at all how I wanted it to sound. I wanted to be the confident, fearless, vixen that he just fucked up against a wall, but I wasn’t that way at all.

  I was more than surprised at what I had just done. I only had one glass of champagne, so I knew I wasn’t even drunk at all.

  “Be right back. Wait for me?”

  He stepped closer, so his scent surrounded me. I would never forget it, I know scents very well and my nose could pick up pretty much anything. It was like the fresh gel from a shower, detergent, and a strong cologne that all mixed with his pheromones to produce something incredibly intoxicating. I simply nodded at his request, and he walked off towards the building.

  I stared after him, prepared to wait for him to come
back. Maybe I could actually get his name…whoa, did I really have sex with someone whose name I didn’t even know?

  I did.

  I smiled at the memory, it sure did feel good. I was still pulsing from how good it felt, in fact. I went to my wallet and phone on the bench, and gasped at how many missed calls I had, all from Ivy. I rang her back immediately, and she picked up on the first ring.

  “Hey! Oh, my gosh, I hate to do this but is the event over yet?” She asked, she sounded so flustered and freaked out that I was immediately worried.

  “Um, not really. But what’s wrong?”

  I heard shuffling on her end, and her heavy sigh. Something was clearly wrong.

  “The dress! My boss told me he needs it first thing and I’ll have to clean it before tomorrow. Since the cleaners won’t be open I have to do it myself.” I gasped.

  I didn’t want her to get fired or anything for this.

  “Oh no, I’m on my way back right now! Are you still at my place?”

  “Yeah, I’m here.”

  “Okay, see you soon.”

  I took off for the back, trying to remember the way I came. Once there, I had to scour the cars to find the driver. I didn’t know his name either. What was with me and not getting people’s names?

  But I finally found him, after searching through many driver’s windows. I knocked softly, and he rolled the glass down.

  “Finished already?”

  “Excuse me?” My mind was in the gutter, but I quickly recovered. “Oh, yeah I have to go home. There’s an…emergency.” I made something up. Even though I probably didn’t really need to.

  “Sure, let’s go.”

  He got out and opened my door for me. It wasn’t until I was buckled in, and we were halfway home that I remembered the man I left back at the party. I couldn’t lie and say my heart didn’t sink a little from some disappointment. I didn’t know his name, didn’t have his number. And this wasn’t my social circle at all. He was as good as lost to me now.

  The rest of the ride I was dejected. He was arguably the best sex of my life. Now I would never see him again. Once we were at my place, it was like stepping into my old life again. One where I don’t have killer sex with hot strangers.

  “Hey, I’m so sorry.” Ivy opened up my door and ushered me inside.

  “Don’t sweat it, I don’t think I’m really missing anything.” I lied.

  I quickly shrugged the dress off and got in the shower as she cleaned it. She had a certain cleaner for it and she used my steamer. It was the nicest piece of technology I had.

  I kept thinking of him in the shower. How could I not? The man was dashing, and perfect. Huge too, I could remember the feeling of him inside of me. Stretching my walls, hitting my core every single time. He knew what he was doing and made sure I knew it too.

  I could give him a name by myself. Since I didn’t have his real one. But everything escaped me. The hot water ran out, signaling my shower was over. I dressed in sweats as always and found Ivy furiously steaming the dress.

  “Hey, you okay? You seem off. I’m really sorry I had to cut your night short.”

  I shook her off, warming up a much-needed frozen pot pie. I really need to stop eating this stuff.

  “Oh, no that isn’t it at all. Really, it’s fine.”

  She scolded me with her eyes. “Emilia, tell the truth.” She stopped steaming and cornered me at the microwave.

  “I met this guy.” Her eyes widened as she smiled in response.

  “Uh huh, and?” I shook my head as I bit my lip, not believing I was about to tell her. Or that it even happened. But I recalled the memory and it oh so did happen.

  “I…we had sex. Against the garden wall.”

  She stared back at me, probably thinking I was telling a joke. But she saw that my face never changed, and then her eyes widened in shock as her jaw dropped.

  “Oh shit, no way!” she nudged my shoulder a bit hard.

  “Uh, way.” She gasped and then started laughing.

  “Oh wow. Who was it?” she asked me.

  “I have no clue.” Her brow furrowed in confusion, her head cocked to the side as she studied me.

  “Are—are you joking?” she giggled.

  “No. I didn’t get his name or anything. It just sort of happened.”

  “Whoa, that’s wild…and you weren’t drinking? You don’t usually do stuff like this.”

  I giggled a bit.

  “Nope, I was not. And you’re right, I don’t usually do stuff like that.” I agreed. The microwave dinged with my pot pie. I got it out to cool down.

  “Well tell me more! What did he look like?” She started steaming the dress again. It was like looking at it brought everything back, even the stirring inside of my belly.

  “Um, a god.” I giggled, grabbing a glass of sparkling water from the fridge.

  I sat on the counter and ate.

  “Deets, Emilia. Don’t hold off on me! I have had the worst dry spell, so I need to live vicariously through you.”

  “Relax, this was a one-time thing. And he was hot,” I remembered his face, “dark blonde hair, green eyes. I didn’t really see his body, but he felt really muscular. And firm, I guess. He was…amazing.”

  “How amazing?” Ivy made a face. Sometimes I give people too much credit, but not this time.

  “I came twice.”

  “Holy shit!” She squealed.

  I smiled and stuffed my face with pot pie, so I wouldn’t get so hot and bothered.

  “Yeah. And he seemed nice, I mean, we didn’t talk much at all. But he actually looked like he belonged there, so I doubt we’ll even be running into each other again.”

  I very briefly thought of asking Sasha about him, but that wouldn’t go over too well. Hey, do you know an incredibly handsome—no dangerously sexy, blonde haired god with green eyes?

  Yeah. It wouldn’t go over very well.

  “Are you okay about the whole thing?”

  I shrugged.

  “I don’t think I regret it. I think I just want to see him again, and I know I can’t cause I don’t know his name or anything. And I just left him there. He had gone to get us drinks and I left before he got back.” I explained.

  “Oh no, see I knew I ruined something!” She stomped her foot like she was throwing a tantrum.

  “You didn’t! I promise. It’s just one of those things that happen once, and I get to look back on.”

  “I guess. But what about everything else, did they like the arrangement?” I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Yeah. Sasha had come up to me shortly after I got there, gushing about much she loved it. I was so relieved, I wasn’t sure what anyone would think. Even the guy commented on the flowers.”

  “That’s so good! Just watch, your phone will be ringing off the hook soon.”

  She stopped the steamer and sprayed the dress down, then she packaged it neatly inside of the garment bag. It was almost like she was sealing off the night and all the memories I had.

  A lot of people commented on the flowers, Sasha told a few people who I was but after a few conversations, I was tired of talking about myself, so I had to escape. It was why I went outside in the first place. The water fountain was peaceful, the moonlight serene. And I had to admit that the arrangement did look good, I was just so glad to have done a good job.

  I wished my mother could have seen it. Maybe not the other events of the night, but the ones where people told me I was an amazing florist. That I had a keen eye for design, and that they would love for me to do one of their events. I hoped it were true, I loved doing this one.

  And it felt so good to really know what I want to do. I wanted to run that flower shop and design the arrangements for events and weddings. It would be like putting my mother where she always wanted to be, showing people something beautiful.

  The man from the party was just an odd bonus. One that was still running through my veins.

  “You’re off somewhere.” Ivy said to me.r />
  “Oh, I’m just thinking. I have to turn in.” I got off the counter and hugged her.

  “Thanks so much for the dress.”

  “No problem. I’ll lock up on my way out.”

  I got under my covers, the sound of her finishing up wasn’t loud enough to keep me awake. Of course, I went to sleep thinking of him, remembering our little tryst.

  What was unfortunate was that it was the only memory I had of him.

  Chapter Ten

  Tristan

  I should be more of an asshole.

  But Mom didn’t raise me that way. If someone needs your help, help them. Right.

  Levi and I had been friends for years, but I didn’t even know he was engaged. Maybe I was an asshole; but in my defense, the past few weeks had been hectic. The divorce, Vivian dragging me into court, and that woman from the party.

  The woman in the blue gown.

  It had been a month and I still thought about her every fucking day. My head and my cock hadn’t gone back to normal since they met her. I thought about asking around about her, but I never did. Part of me didn’t even want to get involved with anyone else. Especially after what Vivian did.

  Levi thought he could get her to sign four weeks ago, but that was a complete failure. She still dragged me into court, drove up the lawyer fees and did everything but humiliate me since she lost. I had proof she cheated on me. Emails, texts, even security footage of that dickhead optometrist leaving my fucking house numerous times.

  She still took a large sum of my money, though even ten million wasn’t much of a dent. And I let her keep the damned house, she had tainted it enough. I was fine in my new bachelor pad. But I was tired, mentally and physically.

  Then, out of the blue, Levi dumped a wedding in my lap. Not mine, of course. He started dating Gabriella back in college, ten years ago. So, I was surprised it took them this long to get married. Apparently, she wanted to be finished with her residency and into her fellowship before she agreed to marry him. I had only met her once because she was a very busy dermatology resident for the past few years.