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The closest Kayla had ever come to sitting with a close-knit group was when she was with the squad, Coles friends. More was riding on her encounter with the Broody family because besides the fact that they were a real family, they were the family of the man she loved. And Kayla was hoping and praying that they would like her.
Never once letting go of her hand, Dean drove to his parent’s house. When they got to the massive iron gate, Dean simply pressed a button on the dashboard of his car to open the gate. When they drove into the compound, Kayla gasped. It was huge and beautiful.
“Oh my God, this is simply magnificent.” She breathed, staring at the huge house.
Dean chuckled as he parked under a parking shed that had so many cars parked, it looked like a car lot. He turned off the engine and turned to look at Kayla with a grimace.
“Kay, the man is an architect. What did you expect? He wanted every classic style one could think of, in here. If you should ask me, he went overboard.” He got out of the car and came around to open her door for her.
Immediately Kayla stepped out of the car, the front door opened and there was what appeared to be a stampede at the door.
“All of you brutes must wait in there.” She heard a woman’s voice clearly commanding others.
“Don’t even think about it, Jean.”
“That’s my mother. My brothers are obviously dying to see you.” Dean said staring at Kayla.
“Oh…” She said, with a tremor in her voice which she hoped he missed.
Dean didn’t miss it. He closed the distance between them and pressed her up against the door of the car with his body. “Hey,” Dean whispered, “look at me.”
When she raised her worried eyes to his, she gasped in surprise because she knew what he was going to do. It was clear in Dean’s eyes. Kayla moaned just before Dean’s lips touched hers with a soft, possession, passionate kiss that stole her breath away. Shaky and flushed, Kayla relaxed fluidly into Dean’s arms and the kiss.
Dean kissed her soundly. He knew his mother was watching them but didn’t care. He wanted to help Kayla relax and had been dying to do it with a kiss since they got into his car. He watched her through half-closed eyes as his lips caressed hers. She responded with total submission and it drove him crazy. The taste of her mouth, her scent, her warmth, her soft body against his… before he knew it, his eyes drifted close and he lost himself in the kiss, totally forgetting about where they were.
Dean kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound as he tore his mouth from Kayla’s and looked at her with his eyes glazed with passion. He groaned when he took in Kayla’s flushed face, unfocused eyes, and swollen lips. She looked as turned on as he felt. She looked beautiful and fuckable and he wanted her so badly it hurt. Kayla brushed her nose against his and a thrill shot through him.
“Christ…You drive me out of my fucking mind.”
“Dean, your mother…” Kayla was breathing hard. “What is she going to think?”
“That her son is head over heels in love. Ready?” He asked huskily. He was so aroused.
“How is my lip gloss?” She asked, smoothing down the front of her skirt.
“Perfect. You’re looking incredibly sexy…and fuckable.” Dean said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Thanks a lot for managing to make me look hot and bothered, today of all days. I’ll get you for this.” She said sounding more relaxed.
“I’ll look forward to that.” Dean drawled, taking her hand in his and moving towards his beaming mother.
“My baby.” Dr. Lucy Broody opened her arms to her last son. Dean stepped into her arms and hugged her like he hadn’t seen her for years, instead of mere weeks. “You must be Kayla.” She gushed stepping around her son to draw Kayla into her arm.
She actually hugged Kayla even longer than she had Dean. And Kayla relaxed into her embrace, hugging her right back. She had to fight back the tears that pickled behind her eyes. Lucy Broody’s embrace felt so soothing and comforting.
Dean stood back looking at the two women he loved on earth embrace each other and felt profound joy in his heart. He had told his parents about Kayla’s background so he knew they were going to show her so much love, she would feel as though she were part of the family.
Michael Broody, Dean’s father came to the door and hugged his son. Then he did something that surprised Kayla and made Dean laugh. He actually pulled Kayla from the arms of his wife, muttering something that sounded like, “my turn”, and picked Kayla up into a fierce hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. He was a very tall man and obviously very strong. He was actually treating her as though he was welcoming a long-lost daughter back home. Kayla was so overwhelmed, she hid her face against his neck as silent sobs shook her frame. Dean’s mother stepped close to the pair and rubbed her hand on Kayla’s back, holding on to Dean’s hand the whole time.
“Shhh,” The senior Broody soothed Kayla till she quieted down, then put her down. “Better now?” He asked, wiping at Kayla’s cheeks with a white handkerchief he brought out of his pocket.
“Yes, thanks. I’m sorry.” Kayla said in a small voice.
“Don’t be.” Michael Broody told her, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. “It’s good you got that out of your system because you’re going to get a whole lot of that from the boys. Ready?” He asked with a grin.
Dean and his mother laughed as Kayla’s eyes widened. “She is Dad,” Dean said reaching out to take Kayla’s hand in his.
They entered a really large foyer, where five men seemed to be waiting impatiently.
“Okay people,” Michael Broody obviously didn’t need a mic. His voice was loud enough to get the attention of everyone. “Meet Kayla.”
Then five almost identical men moved forward to meet them. They all gave Dean a hug first, then Kayla. Some gave her kisses on her cheeks, two picked her up and twirled her around. She loved all the attention. Too much. There was Josh, who was the eldest brother, then Sam, Tyler, Ron, whose middle name was Hilary, according to Dean, then Alan. Where was Jean, brother number six, Kayla wondered.
“Where’s Jean?” Lucy Broody asked, echoing Kayla’s thoughts.
“Right here Mum.” Answered a familiar sexy voice, which made Kayla quickly look to her side, to check whether Dean was still standing beside her.
Kayla gasped when the owner of the voice appeared in front of her. He ignored Dean and went to stand in front of Kayla. He was the exact image of Dean…right down to how he was dressed.