Tempt the Hookup (Tempt 3)

“What do you mean you live next door?” She puts her hands on her hips, and I can swear she is about to hyperventilate. I want to walk up to her and hold her face and claim her fucking lips to see if she tastes like she did all those years ago. I want to know if her breath still hitches right before I’m going to kiss her. I also want to see if she still comes when I bite down on her nipple while playing with her clit. I concentrate on the car driving down the street, trying to get my hard-on to go down before she sees it saluting her.

I turn back to her. “Well, it means you live there.” I point at her front door. “And I live next door.” I smile at her, pointing at my door. “If you walk down your steps and walk maybe twenty steps to the right, you’re at my house.”

“Oh my God,” she says, putting a hand to her mouth.

“Have a great night,” I tell her and walk the rest of the way to my house. Opening the front door, I go in and then close the door. I toss my keys on the table by the door. Our houses have the same floor plan, but where hers is all light and bright, mine isn’t. As Mona says, it screams “I’m a bachelor.” My phone rings in my pocket, and when I take it out, I see it’s Eli.

“Hello,” I say, trying to hide that I’m about to laugh at all of this.

“Are you fucking with me?” she asks, breathlessly. “You don’t really live next door. You’re playing a trick on me, right? You, I don’t know, borrowed the house from a friend or something.”

I laugh. “Go outside on your patio in your backyard,” I tell her, walking to mine. I see her step outside, turning to see her walk out of her own patio. I hold up my hand and wave. “Hello, neighbor.”

“Holy shit,” she says, and I hear it in echo now.

“I think it’s perfect. Aiden can go from my house to your house. I’m going to call the fence guy tomorrow and tell him to come and put a gate in so he can come and go when he pleases,” I say, and her hand falls from her ear now. “I should get a pool. Does he know how to swim?” I ask. I want to know everything. What is his favorite food? Does he sleep with a nightlight? Is he scared of the dark? Does he play sports?

“How about we work on one thing at a time?” she says. “First thing is telling him that you’re his father.”

“Yup, shall I come over for breakfast?” I ask, thinking there is no way that she is actually going to agree to this. But she shocks the fuck out of me when she shrugs.

“I guess so since you’re coming to the school with us. Might as well,” she says, and I seal the deal before she changes her mind.

“Perfect. I’ll be over at seven thirty.”

“Isn’t that a little early?” she asks, looking at me from her patio.

“How about you text me when you guys get up?” I counter.

“That sounds like a plan,” she says, and her voice goes low. “Luca.” The way she says my name makes my cock wake the fuck up. “Thanks for taking this so well.”

I look at her. “Thanks for giving me a son,” I say. She nods and walks back inside her house.

My phone rings again, and it’s a Facebook video chat. I press accept, and the three guys’ faces come into play. I head back inside and sit on the couch, holding my phone.

“So …” Nick is the first one to talk. “How was the reunion?”

“It was good, weird, strange,” I tell them the truth. “We’ve seen each other naked, so it shouldn’t be that weird.”

“Unless your dick is small,” Tom says. “Or that you didn’t, like, get her off.”

“I got her off,” I tell them. “Many, many times.”

“Okay, calm down there, Romeo,” Jason says. “So what happened?”

“Nothing.” I shrug. “We are going to tell Aiden tomorrow morning before we go visit his new school.”

“This is so crazy,” Tom says. “You have a kid.”

“I hate to be the asshole in the group,” Jason starts. “But are you sure he’s yours?” I just glare at him.

“One hundred percent he’s mine,” I say. “I’m just sad I missed so much time.”

“Well, the good news is he has his whole life to get to know you and then hate you,” Nick says.

“When are you telling your boss that you not only banged his daughter and got her pregnant, but you also didn’t even know her name?” Jason asks. “Can you FaceTime us so we can be there?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m sure it’s going to be fine.” I mean, it’s not entirely my fault.