***
“I hear Ty is hurt,” Chris announced as he got off his phone. “That was a member of his crew on the line.”
“Hope it’s nothing serious. These Seals get hurt all the time. What happened this time?” Damon asked, reaching out to push Tristan’s hair out of his eyes.
“Oh, he’s fine. Just a sprain. He’ll live.” Chris chuckled.
It was Cole’s turn to host their usual Saturday get-together so the squad was in Cole’s den, which they called ‘the boyz ghetto’. All the guys were present except for Tyron, who was out on a mission, and Kyle who had traveled outside the country. The guys were engrossed in the live Formula One World Championship, which was showing on TV. They urged on their favourites whilst they enjoyed their booze. They all seemed to be in high spirits except for Dean, who sat quietly watching the race.
Dean had initially decided not to come to Cole’s for the get-together but Jean had forced him to… more like blackmailed him actually. Dean was supposed to play golf with some important clients that Saturday morning before coming to Cole’s but had planned on going back home from the golf course instead. But Jean had insisted that coming to be with the guys would get his mind off his troubles and help him loosen up. When Dean had adamantly refused to come, Jean had threatened to call all their brothers to come spend time with him. Now, Dean couldn’t have that.
He’d groaned, wishing Jean were back to work so he would be too busy to poke his nose into his affairs. Dean could imagine how his big brothers would tease him and probably rub it in that he would have known how to treat women better if he had entered into medicine like they all had. That reasoning had always sounded so silly to Dean but it had never stopped the Broody brothers from saying it all the time.
Now there he was…bored out of his mind because he couldn’t bring himself to have fun like he usually did when he was with his guys. When he felt a dip on the seat beside him, Dean turned to find Matt getting comfortable beside him on the couch Dean was sitting.
“I heard what happened,” Matt muttered.
Dean shrugged. “No shit,” Dean mumbled. “Everyone has heard. No biggie.”
“Yes, biggie. Dude, you have to get her back.”
“She doesn’t want to see me.” Dean groaned. “She’s made that perfectly clear. What can I do? I can’t force her…”
“Yes, you can,” Matt growled. “If you can’t force her, who the hell can? You’re Dean-fucking-Broody. Don’t sell yourself short. She’s hurt and angry and that’s the only reason why she’s behaving like that. Not forgetting the hormones. Step in and claim your woman back, asshole. Don’t give her a say in it. Just do it. Let her know who’s the man.”
“That’s sexist.”
“And do you have a better way? This is Kayla we’re talking about. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Don’t be a pussy.”
“Hmm… Spoken like a true African huh?” Dean chuckled.
“Let’s just say we know when to take matters into our own hands. It’s about time you did exactly that, bro.” Matt slapped Dean on the back and relaxed into the seat to give his full attention to the race, leaving Dean to think about what he’d said.
“Thanks, Matt.” Dean finally sighed and got up.
“Where are you going?” Matt asked, turning to look at Dean.
“I’m going to get a bottle of water from the kitchen. Want one?”
“Sure.”
***
“Why are we using the back entrance and not the front?” Kayla asked Briana.
They’d been out shopping since morning. Briana had insisted she wanted Kayla’s opinion on an outfit she was going to wear to an important ball so she’d driven then directly to Cole’s instead of going to drop Kayla at her condo. When they’d gotten to Cole’s condo, Briana had used the back entrance instead of the front which was rather strange.
“I hear one of the occupants is having a party of sorts out front so we’re better off coming in through here,” Briana said as she maneuvered her cute Benz to the very entrance of Cole’s back access.
“Seriously?” Kayla looked incredulous. “Who does that?”
“Beats me. Come on.” Briana said, getting out of the car and hoping Kayla wouldn’t kill her when she found out she’d been set up.
If Briana had gone to park in front, Kayla would have noticed that all the guys were hanging out at Cole’s as their cars were parked out front. And knowing Kayla, she would have freaked out and demanded to be taken home at once rather than face Dean. Briana hoped Tristan knew what he was doing. Her part was to get Kayla into the house and she was going to make sure she did exactly that, Briana thought with determination.
Kayla followed Briana into the house, wishing she were already back home, in bed. Not only was she tired and sleepy, but Kayla also wanted to get out of her dress so she could get access to the parts of her body that needed her attention. Kayla was showing now and it looked like entering into her second trimester had heightened most of her senses, especially that of feeling. Though impatient most of the time, Kayla easily got emotional and would cry at a drop of a hat.
The least said about her body, the better, Kayla thought miserably. She felt bloated and heavy. The only thing she seemed to like about herself, were her boobs. They had filled out even more and looked real good in anything she wore. The attention she’d been getting from guys was very flattering and exciting but also made her wonder whether they had problems with their eyes and couldn’t tell she was pregnant. She’d had to actually tell a guy she was once speaking to that her eyes were up and not on her chest. It wasn’t the attention she loved, but the way she looked extra hot in her clothes.
But damn, her itchy nipples drove her crazy. The itching seemed to get worse by the day. The annoying thing was that, scratching it only got her horny. God, was she horny. She hadn’t been able to tell her doctor that particular problem. How could she possibly tell Dean’s mother that thanks to her itchy nipples, she was horny most of the time? It was sometimes so bad she actually had to touch herself to get some relief. The problem was that she only ended up getting even hornier afterwards so she’d stopped trying to get herself off. Damn!
Whilst Briana took her purchases upstairs, Kayla headed directly for Cole’s kitchen to look for a cold drink. Her fingers were already on her breasts, trying to scratch through the layers of fabric. And boy, was it frustrating. She opened the fridge and moaned softly as the chilled air cooled her skin. Kayla’s eyes closed in bliss as she just stood there, enjoying the chill from the fridge, her fingers relentlessly kneading her nipples through her sexy mini dress.
“Need help with that?” Dean asked huskily from the doorway.