BEST FRIEND'S BABY (Book Two)

by Layla Wilde

  Contents

  TITLE: BEST FRIEND'S BABY #2

  Hunter

  Victoria

  Hunter

  Victoria

  Hunter

  Victoria

  Hunter

  Victoria

  CONNECT

  BEST FRIEND’S BABY

  (BOOK TWO)

  By

  LAYLA WILDE

  COPYRIGHT © 2016

  All Rights Reserved

  Hunter

  Victoria eventually fell asleep in my arms, exhausted by our lovemaking. I was much too excited to sleep, however, so I just sat there, smiling to myself, wondering how I had been so lucky to find a girl like her. But what I couldn’t quite fathom was what had gotten into her. It was so unlike her to do something as ‘obscene’ as having sex in a rental truck. I chuckled, running my fingers through her soft hair. Maybe I was finally rubbing off on her after all these years.

  Thinking about this, I cleared a spot on the fogged-up windows so I could look outside. The sun was high in the sky, though not quite at its highest point. I had planned to get to campus a day early, but at this rate, we would barely get there in time. I leaned back. It wasn’t like I minded, especially if I got to have fun with her on the way.

  Outside, the wind played gently with the leaves, swaying them back and forth, reminding me that fall was quickly approaching. Soon the air would be nippy, and Victoria would be stealing all of my hoodies, just like she used to in high school. I shook my head, smiling happily at the memory. I had no doubt that no matter what happened this year, it would be amazing.

  Hours passed by like this, until eventually, I dozed off as well. When I finally woke up, the sun was coming down toward the horizon. I stretched groggily, my body sore from sleeping in an awkward position.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Victoria’s soft voice broke through, bringing me back to reality.

  “Vic?” I said, still a little sleep-addled, rubbing my eyes and searching for her. She sat by my side, her blouse, unfortunately, buttoned up, and her pants once again fastened.

  “I’m right here.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it firmly. “But now that you’re rested, we should really think about getting a move on,” she pressed, leaning over and starting the engine for me. I eyed her voluptuous ass for a moment, admiring how shapely it looked in her tight jeans.

  “Fine,” I grumbled, fixing my own clothes. I put the truck in gear and eased back onto the highway. We still had a few hours to drive before we reached Stateside—as long as we didn’t run into traffic along the way.

  ***

  Around ten a.m. the following day, we arrived. The campus parking lot was filled with moving trucks and students frantically trying to move into their dorm buildings. Freshmen had terrified looks on their faces, desperately hanging onto their lanyards as if that would magically take them back to their room if they got lost. Parents followed their children around, tears in their eyes, as they realized they were about to be empty-nesters. Seniors strutted down the street with brown paper bags between their fingers, the neck of alcohol bottles making their presence known. Once the sun went down, there would be no holding them back.

  Victoria also seemed bewildered, her face stuck to the window, taking in all the sights and sounds.

  “Do you want me to drop you off at your dorm or do you want to stop by my house first?”

  “I wouldn’t mind helping you move in,” she said with a smile. I nodded and cut through campus to the North Side. Things here were much calmer as all the upperclassmen no longer made a big fuss about moving in. In fact, most of them were already in their rooms getting drunk.

  “Where is everyone?” Victoria asked. “It’s so much quieter here.”

  “Well, for one, this is the residential part of campus. And secondly, everyone is trying to find some sort of entertainment before classes start. To celebrate, you know?”

  She gave me a confused look but didn’t press the issue, much more concerned with admiring her surroundings. I chuckled and ignored her, taking note of what street I was on. “Here we are. 67 Chestnut Street.”

  We parked in front of a large, yellow house. The windows were huge with black shutters. The front door was a bright color, making it stand out. The lawn was well cared for, with flowers blooming in the garden. Creeping plants hung from the windows of the second floor, making the house look like something out of a magazine. On the roof was a small weathercock that pointed north. It creaked softly as the wind picked up, fluttering through the grass and shaking the wind chimes on the porch.

  “You’re going to live here?” Victoria asked in shock. “It’s huge! Are you sharing it with anyone?”

  “Nope. I have the whole thing to myself. Like I said, my father bought it for me. Speaking of which, my offer still stands. If you want to live with me, I won’t charge you rent and you can stay on the second floor. You’ll have your own bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen, or… you can share my bed with me.” I winked in her direction, hoping she would agree.

  “But I haven’t applied for off-campus permission…” she said, nibbling her bottom lip.

  “Residential Life doesn’t need to know. As long as you pay room and board, they wouldn’t care,” I pointed out. “Plus, you can opt out of a meal plan and cook here. I’d be happy to buy groceries if you made enough food for two. The food at the cafeteria is honestly the grossest stuff I’ve ever tasted. And I’ve had your mom’s spaghetti…”

  “I can’t…” she said finally, her words barely audible, hesitation on her face.

  “Fine, you keep being a goody-two-shoes and pay the school a ridiculous amount of money for their crappy food.” I shrugged, acting like I didn’t care, even though I knew she would be saving a lot of money if she lived with me. “But if you change your mind, just let me know.” I hopped out of the truck, hurried around to her side, and helped her out.

  She continued to stare at the house with longing, like she would change her mind at any moment. I shook my head as I opened the back of the truck. And she called me stubborn.

  We worked together to move all of my stuff into the house. By the end, we were both exhausted and caked in sweat, as I had yet to figure out how the central air worked. “Do you want some ice cream?” I asked her. “There’s a little shop down the road.”

  “You want to go like this?” She motioned to her sweat-soaked clothes. Her face had grease smudged across it, and her hair was in wild disarray. “I look like a mess.”

  “You look beautiful. Now come on.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her along. Together, we walked hand in hand down the street. She blushed when she saw people looking at us. I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “This is nice, isn’t it? Being able to be together without our parents butting in.”

  “Yeah…” Victoria agreed, squeezing my hand. “Your father was really adamant about me not being with you…” Her voice sounded sulky.

  “Don’t take it personally. He’s been trying to find me some snobby girlfriend for ages. He thinks I should marry someone with money and keep the family legacy going, but that’s so stupid.” I rolled my eyes, remembering all the pointless conversations I’d had with my father regarding the subject. “I don’t think he even knows the definition of love.”

  “Oh, and you do?” Victoria asked suddenly, her eyes bright with interest.

  “Not at all, but I think I at least have a working idea of what it could be,” I answered smoothly, kissing her cheek again. She blushed as a result, and I chuckled. “You’re cute, you know that?” I ran my fingers through her hair. “But oh, so very short. I’m going to develop a permanent hunch in my back if I keep leaning over to kiss you,” I teased as her face scrunched up int
o a pout.

  “I’m not that short!” She puffed out her chest and stood on her tip toes.

  “Whenever you go on roller coasters, they still check if you pass the height requirement. And half the time, you have to fluff up your hair because you’re not sixty inches tall.” Her pout deepened. “If that’s not short, I don’t know what is.”

  She stopped, letting go of my hand and crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, you’re too tall!” She made the terrible comeback, thinking it would hurt my feelings. I, however, couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I am too tall. Do you know how annoying it is to walk through a doorway and hit your head? Or how cramped you get on an airplane? Or even worse, when people automatically come up with the joke of ‘How’s the weather up there?’” I shook my head. “Trust me, if I was a few inches shorter, I wouldn’t mind.”

  She looked at me in surprise, obviously not prepared for my answer. I laughed again and picked her up, piggybacking her effortlessly to the corner of the street where a local ice cream shop was open for business. I put her down gently and opened the door for her. “After you,” I said in my best attempt to sound like a gentleman.

  “If anything, don’t change your major to acting,” she teased, a soft giggle emerging from her lips and melting my heart.

  “But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Victoria is the sun!” I said confidently, pointing dramatically at the large window to my left. The shop owner looked at me like I had three heads.

  Victoria burst out laughing. “Since when do you quote Shakespeare?” she asked, walking up to the counter and looking at the extensive selection of ice cream flavors. Her eyes twinkled with delight as she licked her lips.

  “Well, it’s only the most famous line, so you can’t give me that much credit. Besides, you helped me pass AP English, remember? You of all people should know that I’m not as much as a hardhead as everyone thinks I am.”

  “Right, right, how could I forget?” Victoria giggled. “You wrote your term final about Brave New World, even though you didn’t finish the book.”

  “I still got a B plus,” I interjected.

  “Yeah, and I worked my butt off to get an A plus. It’s not fair.”

  “Are you complaining about full marks?” I looked at her.

  “No,” she said quickly, clamping her mouth shut, her cheeks turning pink. “Can I try the Nerds flavor?” she asked the owner, who nodded and handed her a tiny spoon with ice cream. It was a mixture of different colors, with Nerds candy sprinkled all over.

  “That just screams sugar high,” I commented, ordering myself a plain scoop of strawberry. A classic.

  “I’m going to go with a small scoop of that, and can I get it in a chocolate-sprinkled waffle cone please?”

  I looked at Victoria in amazement. “You’re going to be buzzing around like Speedy Gonzales.” The man handed her a well-packed waffle cone, causing her eyes to light up at the sugary treat. I paid quickly for both of our ice creams before Victoria could take out her wallet.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” she protested, a bit of ice cream on her nose.

  “No, I didn’t have to. But I wanted to.” I leaned over and kissed her nose, making her giggle. “My treat to you for helping me move in.” I smiled at her, sitting down at one of the outdoor tables, enjoying the nice day and a perfect scoop of ice cream.

  “This is so good!” Victoria giggled with glee, her tongue lapping at the frozen treat, immediately reminding me of what else she could do with it. A shiver of lust ran down my spine, making me stop mid-bite.

  “I bet it is…” I mumbled as she continued to eat her ice cream, making a mess in the process. I just chuckled, thinking she was adorable.

  Victoria

  After our little ice cream break, we eventually dropped off all my stuff in my room. In comparison to Hunter’s spacious home, mine was nothing more than a supply closet. The walls were made of an uninviting cement, so it was completely impossible to put posters or anything else up. There was a small bed pushed up against the wall and a desk, but that was about it. The tiny room was so small, we barely had room to stand together inside.

  “Are you absolutely certain you don’t want to live with me? I’m pretty sure my walk-in closet is bigger than this place,” he commented, frowning as he walked over to the window. He tried to open it to let in some fresh air, but the moment he turned the handle, it broke off in his hand. “Oops.” He looked a little embarrassed. “You might want to call someone about that.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Always causing trouble,” I grumbled, unpacking my clothes and placing them neatly in my drawer. “At least help me make the bed.” It was a mission just to get the fitted sheets onto the mattress. It was so cramped I had to jump onto the bed and wrangle with them until Hunter came to my rescue, pulling the mattress away from the wall just enough so I could finally get them on properly. By the time I finished unpacking, I was sweating more than when I had helped Hunter move into his house.

  “This place totally isn’t worth the ten grand a year.” He shook his head. “Where is the bathroom?” I peeked my head out and pointed to a shabby-looking door down the hall with the word ‘Bathroom’ printed in faded white lettering. “Is that the guy or girl bathroom?”

  “Both, I think. I’m pretty sure this is a co-ed suite,” I told him.

  He looked horrified when he asked, “So you could be in there at the same time as some guy?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah. What’s the big deal?”

  “Well… what if someone decides to sneak up on you while you’re showering?”

  “No one’s going to do that!” I interjected, hitting his arm so he would stop teasing me. “I don’t appreciate you trying to scare me. I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, you know.” I folded my arms over my chest and tried to look like I could handle myself.

  Hunter laughed uproariously. “Aww, who’s this pouting little girl I see here?” He leaned down and kissed my lips. I remained rigid, not giving in. I tried all I could to resist, but as he continued to kiss me, slowly pressing me into the doorway with his hands on my hips, I knew it would be impossible to deny him. With my heart hammering in my chest, I finally succumbed, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him hard.

  A large man holding a lacrosse stick across his shoulders passed my room. He looked at us with a grin on his face. “Starting off the semester with a bang, huh?” His Austrian accent was slight though present. “So which one of you lives here?” he asked, interest in his tone as leaned against his stick as if it were some sort of a cane.

  “I do,” I answered, unsure what to make of him.

  “And you?” The man addressed Hunter.

  Hunter’s grip on me tightened, and his jaw locked in contemplation. Seconds dragged on, and I wondered if he would answer. “Chestnut Street,” he said finally.

  “Ah, quite far, isn’t it?” A sparkle played behind the man’s pale blue eyes. “I’ll see you around then.” He winked in my direction, making me blush. I watched him disappear down the hall and into his room, his curly blond hair bouncing with every step. There was no denying he was attractive, and his accent was very sexy.

  “Don’t go near that guy,” Hunter whispered, pulling me back into my room.

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t like him,” Hunter said.

  “That’s dumb, you just met him.” I looked at him as he stood near the window looking out at nothing in particular. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” I grinned wildly. “You think I’m attracted to him, don’t you?” I pressed, walking up to him and poking his side.

  Hunter frowned and turned around, running his fingers through his hair. “Yes. Of course, I do. Not so much that you’ll like him, but that he’ll make a move on you.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Victoria. Any guy would be a fool to pass a chance to be with you, and that scares me.” His face was somber, and he refused to look at me.


  I blushed, surprised that he was this jealous, that he cared so much about losing me to someone else. Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling my head into his chest. “You have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you. Since we were kids, I’ve dreamed of being with you, not some random lacrosse player I met in the hallway.”

  He gave me a small smile but still seemed unconvinced. His fingers ran through my hair, and we stood like that for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. “So do you want me to stay the night or are you going to kick me out?” he asked, lifting my chin so I would have to look up at him.

  “I think you should go enjoy your new house,” I whispered, biting the inside of my lip. I wanted him to stay, but at the same time, I didn’t want to force him to spend the night in my tiny room.

  “So you’re kicking me out then?” He sighed. “Fine. But if you want to come over… just call me and I’ll come and get you, alright?” he added as if I would change my mind about staying with him.