Two Hotties Next Door

by Sam Crescent

  She burst out laughing. “Yes, yes, of course, yes.”

  Brett took the ring and slid it on her finger as Ace kissed her. The ring fit perfectly.

  “You do know what this means, don’t you?” Ace asked.

  She kissed Brett before turning back to look at Ace. “What?”

  “We’re going to have to sell the houses. We can find a place of our own, and then we can let this bring two unsuspecting people together.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” she asked looking from Ace then to Brett.

  “You’ve got to admit, it’s pretty telling.” Brett stroked her cheek. “We found each other.”

  “Just think about the little magic that’s clearly there.”

  She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “Then whoever is next, I hope they find someone special.”

  Brett lifted her up, and she released a squeal as he carried her through to the house. “Now, we’re going to make this a night to remember.” He took her to his bedroom.

  “There are so many things for us to get through. How are we going to work this? Where are we going to stay?” she asked.

  “When we find the house,” Ace said, removing his shirt. “We’ll have a bedroom big enough for all three of us.”

  “There has to be a studio,” she said, gasping as Brett placed a hand between her thighs.

  “Of course, and a gym for us. We also need to be close to town so we can continue to work,” Brett said. “We love our job, and also, we love helping you, inspiring you.”

  He removed all of his clothes, and she watched as Ace moved up behind her. He ran his hands up from her stomach to lift her tits up.

  Brett leaned forward, taking one of the buds into his mouth.

  He trailed his tongue between the valley to suck on the other. “And we’re going to need a couple of spare rooms for our kids.”

  “You want kids?” she asked.

  She wanted loads of them, so many, to fill the house with the sound of laughter

  “Yes,” Brett and Ace said together.

  “I’ve love to have a little Meredith running around,” Ace said before sucking on her earlobe.

  “I want that too, so many.” She moaned as Brett pushed her back. Spreading her thighs, she cried out his name as his tongue started to stroke her pussy, driving her wild with need, wanting more of him. His mouth wasn’t enough; she needed his cock.

  Two fingers thrust inside her, and Ace worked his cock into her mouth. She sucked him as if she couldn’t get enough of him, and she couldn’t.

  These two men, her neighbors … she’d come here seeking peace and a place to find herself again. She’d discovered the loves of her life, and they were two men.

  If the houses were indeed cursed then it wasn’t a curse at all. What it was, was a gift. Whoever stayed here, whoever found their love, they were being given a chance, and for that, Meredith could believe in it.

  As Brett thrust inside her, Ace fucked her mouth, and she gave herself over to these two men. They accepted her for who she was and didn’t try to change her.

  She didn’t even realize that she’d been looking for love when it finally landed in her lap, but she was going to take this second chance and hold onto it for the rest of her life.

  ****

  Three months later

  Meredith’s parents didn’t come to the wedding. None of her family did. Brett’s family did, as well as Ace’s. They knew they were marrying the same girl, even if his and her name would be on the marriage certificate.

  To them, they were all married together, and that was all that mattered.

  Making his way home, he saw Meredith’s truck parked in her driveway. She must have gotten home early after being with Will. Her paintings had been a huge success, but Will wasn’t interested in making her do another gallery showing again anytime soon.

  The demand was there and her creativity was there, but Will didn’t want to press her. He’d been there at their wedding as well.

  He liked Will.

  Brett was careful as he parked his car as the real estate hadn’t done well with putting the sign out, and he’d knocked it down three times. Now it had “SOLD” over the sign.

  Both houses had sold together, which was a shock. They expected time between each. They already had a down payment on a new place and were just finishing up some paperwork.

  Moving in was a matter of days, and most of their stuff had been packed up. They were living in her place so that they were ready to move everything out.

  He entered their home, and he didn’t hear the soft classical music that she sometimes liked to play.

  “Meredith, you home?” he asked, walking upstairs.

  No answer.

  He went to her studio first, but there was no sign of her. Then he went to their bedroom, and with still no sign of her, he opened up the bathroom door. She sat with her back against the sink, holding a white stick in her hand.

  A pregnancy test.

  “I haven’t taken it yet. I’m kind of afraid to.”

  “You’ve got nothing to be afraid of.”

  “I don’t?” She licked her lips and stared down at the stick. “I’ve not had a period in over two months.”

  He sat down beside her, taking her hand and locking their fingers together.

  “I didn’t realize how badly I wanted a baby until now. What if it’s negative?”

  “Then we keep going,” he said. “You, me, and Ace, we keep going. If it says no, then that is not a problem.”

  “What if I can’t have any more after the accident?”

  “Did the doctor say that?”

  “No.”

  “Then stop worrying your little head off, okay? You’re fine. We’ll deal with whatever life throws at us, remember. We’re in this for life.”

  “I’m being silly.”

  “You’re not. This is a big deal. Not just for you, but for all of us.”

  “Ace has to be here.”

  “I’ll text him.” Brett quickly typed out a quick text and sent it off.

  She rested her head against his arm. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “I really want to have a baby. I’m thirty-one. I want to start a family.”

  “We will do so, together.” He cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes.

  “Together.”

  The front door slammed, and Ace ran up the stairs. By the time he got to them, he was panting. “What did I miss?”

  “Nothing. I was going to take this pregnancy test. We thought you’d like to be here for the result.”

  “Fuck, yeah. I’m ready to be a dad.”

  They gave her space while she peed on the stick. When she was ready, she called them both back in. The stick was on the counter, waiting for the two minutes.

  “I want a boy or a girl, I don’t care,” Ace said.

  “I just want a healthy baby,” she said.

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her in close, and all three of them stood, watching the pregnancy test.

  The two lines appeared, and Meredith grabbed the box, reading out the results.

  “We’re pregnant. This is going to be totally awesome. We’re going to have lots of kids,” Ace said, holding her tightly.

  He saw the tears in her eyes, and he smiled. “Are you happy?”

  “Yes, I’m really happy. There are no words for how I feel.”

  Brett was going to be a dad.

  Ace was going to be a dad, and Meredith was going to be a mom. He had never felt happier in his entire life.

  His family, his future, his love, all together.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  “There, all done,” Meredith said, putting the last teddy bear on top of the wardrobe.

  The nursery had been her project for the last few months, and she finally had it perfect.

  “I think we should have taken the furniture from the old place. You did buy it,” Ace said.

/>   Meredith chuckled. They lived a little closer to town, with a nice yard, and it was in walking distance of the park. This was where she wanted to stay. The city life wasn’t something she wanted to go back to, and she would rather stay as far away from it as possible.

  Leaving their homes had been hard, especially when she discovered she was pregnant. She couldn’t stay there, though, as she’d already signed the documents over. The man who had moved in was a single dad with a little baby girl. The nursery had seemed really appropriate for his situation.

  He’d found it strange at the time that she’d created a nursery without having a child. Brett and Ace had sold their house to a single woman straight out of college. She’d been looking for a first-time house, and she finally got it with Ace and Brett’s bargain.

  “What are you thinking?” Brett asked, moving up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting his hands flat on her stomach.

  “I’m wondering if they’re together yet? You know, our old houses.”

  “Ah, you want to see if the magic still works?” Ace asked.

  “Aren’t the two of you curious about it?” she asked.

  Brett shrugged. “I was when I lived there, but now, I’m just happy. No matter the reason why. We’re here. We’re together, and we’re happy. We’re going to have a little boy very soon.”

  Ace moved to stand in front of her, his hands on her stomach. “We all made this. I can’t believe it. We’re going to have a little boy running around the house very soon.”

  As they both leaned in to kiss her, she smiled, moaning, and then gasped.

  “Shit, what was that?” Ace asked, jumping back.

  “I think my water just broke. I just cleaned these carpets, and my water broke,” she said.

  “We’ve got to get her to the hospital,” Brett said.

  Her two men jumped into action, but she was pissed that her water had broken on the beautiful carpet she laid. Why couldn’t they have broken on the wood floor, or outside? She wanted to cry, but there was no time.

  With Ace and Brett prepared, she was urged into the car where she started to have contractions.

  Ace and Brett were yelling at each other to help her or to drive faster. She didn’t care. She focused on the pain, on doing the breathing techniques she’d been advised. In and out. In and out.

  “I love you,” Brett said.

  “Why are you saying that? She’s not dying,” Ace said.

  “I love you both as well. Please, I feel I need to push.” She tried not to push, but as Brett pulled into the hospital parking lot, she couldn’t contain it. She really needed to push, and there was no way she was moving.

  Ace stayed with her, holding her hands as Brett rushed to get a nurse.

  “This is just the story of my life. Giving birth to our son in the parking lot.”

  Seconds later Brett returned, and she was suddenly covered and crowded as she kept on pushing in the back seat of the car.

  There was a doctor and nurse between her thighs, telling her what to do, not that Meredith needed help. She just wanted to push.

  The sound of a baby’s scream filled the air, and she gasped at the sound.

  “Holy shit,” Ace said.

  The doctors and nurses were saying something to each other, and she didn’t understand it. They must have brought out a kit to cut the cord as their baby was wrapped up in a blanket.

  She was helped from the car and placed in a wheelchair very gently. The doctors and nurses were fussing, and she saw her baby boy in Brett’s arms.

  Ignoring the questions, she held her arms out. Brett placed their son in her arms. Ace stood one side of her, Brett the other.

  Their son.

  The start of their family.

  “Hello, my precious boy.” She kissed his head. “Welcome to your family.”

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  PRINCESS NEXT DOOR

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  Wynter Griffin gritted her teeth as once again the sounds of loud, heavy rock filled the air. How many parties could her damn neighbor have? He’d only been moved in for a week, and he’d had an excuse to celebrate every single night. She’d only just finished unpacking, and was now getting everything into order.

  There was no way that her very inked neighbor had already gotten cozy. He had way more stuff than she did—she’d seen it all while he moved in—but he also had a lot of people helping him out, while she only had the help of the moving men. None of her family wanted to help, as they believed she was making a huge mistake.

  This wasn’t because they didn’t want her to move out. No, they didn’t like that she’d not gotten married or had a baby. They were great believers in marrying young, raising a family young, so that you can enjoy it when you’re older. The guy she’d dated in high school … she cringed just thinking about it. He’d had a mean streak a mile long. She’d dated him because her parents arranged it all.

  They made sure she was constantly in contact with him. Inviting him to dinner, making sure they were together for dates out. She was never bored because Carey was always talking … always. Sometimes, she actually fell asleep listening to him.

  Shaking her head, she rubbed at her temples as the music vibrated the walls.

  So, all alone, she’d moved out of her parents’ house and come here. Her grandparents had left her some money in their will, so she’d made her escape from the constant pressure of being advised to have kids.

  She worked with kids Monday through to Friday as a teaching assistant, helping where children needed her most.

  At twenty-five years old, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that settling down, marriage, kids, none of that was for her right now. She was still a virgin. There was no way she’d be giving herself to Carey, and when he’d tried on prom night she’d made sure he knew the score. Her body was her own.

  Sitting down in the center of her hallway, she rested her hands on her knees and took in a giant breath.

  Everything is fine. More than fine. It’s just loud music like it is every single night.

  The first night, she’d been fine with it. In fact, she’d even danced around her home, crazy because that was what it was, her home. She’d been so excited and so happy that nothing had gone wrong.

  She hated being negative but she’d also seen disaster over the years, and she didn’t want to think about it.

  Feminine screams filled the air, and she opened her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t get to sleep tonight.

  Determined to do something about it, she opened the door just as someone knocked.

  “Wow, good timing.”

  She stared at her neighbor of a week and refused to look at his muscular, inked body, which he had on full display as he only wore a pair of swimming trunks. She’d already seen from her bedroom that he owned a pool, and she didn’t. The previous owner, Slade something, had told her the pool was perfection, but he’d been in love with his neighbor, and she didn’t intend to ever fall for this guy.

  “So, I was wondering, you want to come and join the party?” he asked, sticking his hand out toward her. “I’m Zane Webster.”

  Staring at his hand, she didn’t want to be rude, and years of being taught proper etiquette had her gripping his hand, not too hard though. Her mother’s constant nagging about a woman not wanting to appear butch and strong kept rolling around her head.

  “Hi, I’m Wynter Griffin.”

  “Pretty name for a beautiful woman. How about you join us?”

  She shook her head. “I was, erm, I was wondering…” She really didn’t want to
think about how good it felt holding his hand, or how nice he looked.

  Nice was too subtle a word.

  He was fucking hot.

  She never swore though.

  Often in her mind but never out loud for anyone to hear.

  Swearing made men think of the gutter, and like her mother always said, the key to a good marriage is sacrifice, a lot of it, to be a happy bunny. What Wynter got from that was to grit your teeth when your husband pisses you off.

  “If you could perhaps turn the music down a little?”

  “It’s Friday night.” He smirked.

  She really didn’t like it when men smirked. To her it was like he was insulting her.

  Be calm, Wynter. Be so calm.

  “You’ve played it late every single day this week. It has been a party every single day.” She kept trying to remain calm. Nothing good ever, ever came of losing your temper.

  See, Mommy, I’m being a good girl.

  A very good girl.

  “Yeah, well, it’s been a party all week. These places are designed for partying, right? I mean, we’re set back from the street. The trees are large enough that the music doesn’t carry, and no one complains.”

  I’m trying to complain.

  “I really need to get some sleep.”

  “Come on, Wynter, have a little fun. Don’t be a stick in the mud.”

  She glared at him. “A stick in the mud? Really?”

  He stared at her, and she saw the hard set of his jaw, which again enhanced his muscular physique. She loved his ink, and had always wanted to get a tattoo, but her parents wouldn’t like it.

  If anything risked her getting the third degree, she avoided it. The bonus to living on her own, though, was she didn’t have to listen to it every single day, just when they decided to visit, which was never right now.

  They didn’t want to help, so she was all on her own.

  “Look, princess, I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

  “Princess?” she asked. “With how loud and how long you’ve been playing music, I should call the police and have you arrested, or at the very least fined.”