***
“He’s older than you Cole.” Kayla chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “It was after he found out I was a ‘Mary’ as he stupidly put it. The guy is a jerk.” Kayla said, and then quickly added when Cole growled… “He really didn’t want to. But I couldn’t stand being rejected simply because I was a virgin. So I told him it was going to be a one-time thing. And I meant it. It’s just that…”
“Wait. You did tell him you were a virgin before the whole thing started right?”
“No.”
“He had to find out himself?” At Kayla’s nod, Cole shook his head disapprovingly. “That’s not cool Kay. That’s called ambushing. Not cool.”
“I’m sorry.” She groaned. “And he told me as much. That’s why he wanted to stop.”
“But you talked him into going ahead with it. That’s how come you guys had to make a deal. No strings right?”
“Right.”
“But it’s killing you. You think about him all the time. You want to be with him. You…”
“What am I going to do Cole?” Kayla whimpered, dropping her head on the table.
“You’re in love with the idiot,” Cole muttered.
“What?” Kayla’s head came off the table, her heart pounding rapidly.
“You’re in love with Dean, Kayla.”
“I don’t think…”
“It isn’t just a mere crush. You’re totally in love with the moron.” Cole rested his elbows on the table and placed his head in both palms, lost in thought. “I have to sort this out somehow.” He kept muttering to himself.
“Cole, stay out of it please.” Kayla’s cheeks were wet with tears. They couldn’t seem to stop flowing. She hated feeling this vulnerable. She reached out and snatched the handkerchief Cole offered and furiously wiped at her cheeks. “Promise me.”
Instead of responding to her demand, Cole rather signaled the waiter, who quickly came to serve their food.
“Cole…”
“I can’t promise anything Kay. But I’m going to give you time to sort this out, or I’m going to come down hard…on both of you. That, I promise.” Cole said, hard-faced.
“I…I don’t think I can eat.” Kayla said in a small voice.
“You will eat Kay. All we ordered are your favourites. I want to make sure that you’ve eaten something. Did I add that you’ve lost weight?” Cole asked digging into the food.
Kayla sighed. “You do know I’m gonna get you for this don’t you?”
“I’m looking forward to it love. Go on, eat.”
***
It was Friday night. A day after Kayla spilled her heart to Cole. She had just stepped out of the shower when she heard her doorbell ring. Kayla lived in a really nice condo, which she had bought with her inheritance, that had been given to her by her parents’ lawyer when she got to the age of twenty-one.
When her parents died, she had been taken in by her maternal grandmother, who had also died a year after her parents. Her inheritance had been held in trust for her by the lawyer of her parents till she was twenty-one years. She had quickly bought herself the condo and later, enrolled in law school. Though she had lived in a foster home and hadn’t really been shown much love and direction, she planned on doing something worthwhile with her life so that one day, her children would be proud of her.
Kayla had a beautiful home and she was proud of it. It had been designed elegantly to suit her personality and the beautiful paintings artfully arranged on the walls gave the whole place a touch of class.
“Patience.” She muttered under her breath when the doorbell kept chiming.
Kayla pulled on a robe, tying it as she made her way to the main door, wondering who was bothering her at that time of the night. She looked into the pinhole and froze.
“What the fuck did you do, Cole,” Kayla muttered, running her fingers through her wet short hair in frustration.
Dean was at her door. It had been almost three weeks since their romp on the Island and this was the first time she was seeing him. She knew she had to open her door and apologize to Dean for whatever Cole had said or done, but the sudden heated ache between her thighs had Kayla reaching for the pillar beside the door to maintain her balance. She wanted him. Bad.
“Oh my God!” Kayla whimpered. She couldn’t believe that a mere glance of Dean Broody could arouse her that much. Kayla took deep breaths, trying to pull herself together.
Straightening her back, she cursed Cole in her mind. Thanks to him, Dean was at her door, probably pissed off. They did have an understanding after all. The fact that she was dying inside didn’t nullify that agreement. She looked down at her robe, making sure it was tied very well as she was naked beneath it. This wasn’t going to take very long. She would simply apologize and tell Dean to ignore Cole and then send him on his way. With a deep breath, Kayla opened the door.
“Look Dean, I’m very sorry for…” But before she could complete her sentence, Dean’s mouth was on hers.
One second she was apologizing, the next, Dean was kissing her senseless. Kayla resisted for just a second, and then she melted into that steamy kiss. The door slamming shut registered in a faraway place inside her brain. God, she had missed those succulent lips. She felt so much pleasure from Dean’s lips she thought she’d go mad. When Dean flicked at the sensitive roof of her mouth with his tongue, she mewled in amazement. She couldn’t think beyond the kiss.
Dean trailed his lips down her throat, dropping kisses and licking at her sensitive skin. He pulled one side of her robe off her shoulder, baring her left breast with its gold ring. Even as a thrill shot through Kayla, she was bombarded with a tiny voice of reason inside her head, which was opposed to what her body was begging her to do that very moment. She knew she had to stop it.
“Dean…” But her voice trailed off into a lusty moan when his warm lips closed around her nipple. All the resisting, all her anger at Dean, fell with one damn touch of his perfect lips. “Oh my God! Dean.”
An ecstatic cry ripped itself from her throat at the shocking sensation of warmth and wetness as Dean gently tugged her nipple ring between his teeth. Her world slid away. She vibrated with need and could barely breathe. She got instantly soaked. Dean slid his thigh between hers, and Kayla rocked against it uncontrollably. She didn’t want this to stop, wanted more, wanted him.
She needed to come.