Baby Bet (Book Two): Baby Bet, #2

By Layla Valentine and Ana Sparks

I want a baby more than anything.

Luckily, I have two gorgeous studs who want to help me out.

Who's gonna be the first to get me pregnant?

Who's gonna win the baby bet?

 

They call him 'One Shot' Sean Fletcher: gorgeous hunk and ex-sniper.

He's certain he can get the job done with one shot.

Only his hot-as-hell army buddy, Frank 'the Tank' Graves, thinks he can do better.

The boys are oh-so competitive.

They've even made a bet.

There's a lot riding on it,

But I'm going to have to ride with them first.

Who's going to give me what I want?

Who will be the first to make their mark?

 

This is the second book in the Baby Bet series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: Nov 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201794088

Book preview

Violet

Ilean against the bathroom counter, my fingers pressed against my lips. Though I only just peed on the pregnancy test, I can’t stop my eyes from constantly going to where it sits on the counter.

It’s too early to take a test. Right?

Yes. Of course. Only a week has gone by since I last had sex—that day with Sean on the beach.

I haven’t seen either one of the guys since then, but they’ve been on my mind nonstop. Especially Sean. The way he acted on the beach…I can’t put my finger on it, but something strange was going on there.

Before I can let my thoughts go down that rabbit hole, I pull my phone from my pocket and check it. No messages.

My heart sinks. I’ve texted both Frank and Sean a few times, trying to arrange meet-ups, but it just hasn’t happened yet. I’ve been paying for that short time away from the gallery by working my butt off from dusk to dawn.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about the two of them.

Usually, it’s Frank’s body that I think about. When it comes to Sean, it’s everything… His laugh. His smile. The tender way he always touches me.

Stop. I point at myself in the mirror. These are thoughts I do not need to be having.

An alarm goes off, signaling that three minutes have passed. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I check the pregnancy test.

Negative.

Sighing, I drop it in the trash. It was silly to get my hopes up, anyway.

Leaving the bathroom, I take a look around the quiet living room. Kaila was supposed to come over for dinner, but running herself ragged at the gallery all week ended up with her getting a bad head cold.

Going into the kitchen, I open the fridge and stare into it, debating what to make for dinner. In the end, I just shut the door and sit at the kitchen table. I don’t want food.

There’s only one thing on my mind. Or, rather, two things.

I want Frank and Sean. At the same time.

It’s a little crazy, yes. But isn’t this whole situation?

Taking my phone out once more, I quickly write separate texts inviting them both over. There’s a big chance this plan won’t work. First of all, I don’t know if they’re both available. Secondly, they might be together—and adverse to joining me at the same time.

I keep the texts vague, only telling them each that I want them to come over right away.

Within minutes, I have replies from them both. They’re on their way over.

A shiver runs through me. This is really happening. At least, I hope it is.

Putting the phone down, I quickly shower and shave, my heart racing the whole time. What are they going to do when I proposition them? Tell me I’m insane? Leave and never speak to me again?

The thought of Sean doing that has me wanting to cry.

Pulling a bright sundress over my head, I remind myself that repairing our relationship wasn’t part of the deal. I’m not supposed to get attached to him in any sort of way.

For my sake, as well as that of my future child’s, I need to remember that.

Just as I’m finishing swiping on some lip tint, the doorbell rings. With the same nerves rumbling around in my stomach, I rush to the front door.

Hey, Frank greets, grinning. He’s leaning against the door frame, arm propped above his head in a pose that should look cheesy but is anything but.

Hi, I breathe. On an inhale, his musky scent fills my nose. Come on in.

Just as he does, a single light sweeps into the dark driveway, accompanied by the throbbing sound of a bike engine. Sean.

Can I get you anything? I ask Frank, wondering if he can hear the anxiety in my voice.

No, I’m good. He starts to reach for me, but there’s a creak on the front porch.

What he’s doing here? Sean’s voice demands.

We both spin around. Sean hovers in the doorway, brow furrowed. Judging by his damp hair, he also just took a shower.

I wanted to talk to you both, I quickly say before either has the chance to storm off.

A long moment passes, during which Sean and Frank size each other up.

Please, I say.

Sean nods. Okay.

Frank’s already plopping down on the couch. He rubs the seat next to him, an unmistakable expression on his face.

Hey, Violet…

Don’t even start, Sean tells him.

I settle in the armchair, and Sean takes the seat next to Frank.

Thanks for coming, you guys.

I clear my throat, all too aware of their intense gazes.

I have this idea… I was thinking that since getting pregnant is the priority here… Wouldn’t the quickest way to do that be for you guys to take me together…at the same time?

Sean makes a choking noise, and Frank jumps to his feet.

No, Frank says. No way! I’m not touching his—

That’s not what I mean, I respond, cutting him off. You’re trying to get me pregnant, right?

He folds his arms. Of course.

Well, I just took a test and I’m not pregnant yet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sean’s