All Chapters of My Best Friend's Bad boy Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

***DylanneOne word. One bad decision. That was all it took for me to let Kai Reed back into my life. Back under my skirt.He pulled me close, his strong scent drifting straight into my nose—cedar, saffron, and wait...was that cherry? He lifted me onto the sink, his hands slowly tracing up my thighs and over my skin.“Fuck me,” I rasped. “Fuck me, please, Kai.”He said nothing. He held my chin and pressed his lips to mine. I shivered under his touch, my arms wrapping around his neck at once. His hands moved over my neck as he deepened the kiss, then skimmed down my swim pants and hovered over the lace.“Please,” I begged between kisses. His lips were so soft and soothing.“I want to,” he whispered after pulling away. “I want to fuck you, Dylly. I want to, trust me.” His voice was full of need, and God, it made the heat in my pussy spread down my thighs.“Then why aren’t you? What’s wrong?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. I tried to pull him closer again, but he backed away. He was

***DylanneI rushed into his arms, pulling him in for a kiss. No waiting. Nothing except my suppressed hunger.Hunger for more.Hungry for his touch all these years. He held my waist, his hands trailing down until they cupped my large breasts. He bit down on my lip, just a little, as his hands tugged at my shirt. His fingers worked around it, unfastening the buttons one by one.With the way his fingers touched my bare skin, I couldn't wait any longer. He deepened the kiss, his tongue lacing around mine as he groaned into my mouth.Fuck.I could feel his dick forming, getting harder by the second, pressing against my abdomen. In minutes, my top was gone, and I stood there wearing just a bra and shorts.He pulled away, licking his lips while his eyes studied me. They roamed every corner and curve of my body, watching me like I was his next big supper. Like he was some kind of dog waiting to devour a fat-ass meal.My breaths came short in excitement. I tried to make him continue, but he

***Kai“You're drunk, Dyl. Maybe go in and we can talk about this later?”“No!” She stood her ground. “I want to talk about this now.”She must be really drunk to even suggest this. I walked back to where she stood and put my hands on her shoulders.“I need you to trust me. Just rest and we can talk about it later.”“I don't… I don't trust that you'll talk about it again,” she said. Suddenly, her words were a little clearer.I took the key card from her and opened the door, drawing her in with me. She fell onto the bed face down. I pulled off her flip-flops and massaged her ankle, soothing it as she clutched the bedsheet.After what felt like hours, Dylanne finally fell asleep, which gave me a chance to leave her room. Whatever that had been was scary.—------------------------------------------------------****Dylanne I think I need to zip my mouth shut. Because what the hell was that? Asking Kai to teach me how to blow a guy?Oh my goodness, Dylanne Hayes. You must be out of your m

***DylanneMy friends and I booked a table at the finest bar in town: Downton Michaelson. I sat among my girls—Kim, Brooke, and Kendall. I knew Brooke through Kim, while Kendall and I had become friends when she used to work with Rhys. We hadn't seen each other much recently, so when Kim called, they showed up fast.Brooke had been away for tailoring classes and was now back at NYU. Kendall, on the other hand, now owns a beauty salon in uptown Manhattan.The girls took over the table, downing shots of pure whiskey and slamming the glasses on the wood. They each picked up a line and popped it into their mouths for effect.“Dyl, you're next!” Kendall and Kim said.“Hit me.”“Truth or dare?”“Dare,” I scoffed.Brooke’s eyes scanned the whole bar, seat to seat, until they landed on someone. A devilish smirk spread across her lips.“Him,” she said, pointing at the guy who sat calmly, typing whatever it was on his laptop. He wore glasses and looked like one of those characters from Scooby-D

****DylanneKim hasn't been home for seven days. Seven days of her not responding to my texts. Not even a call back or a voicemail. Seven days of utter silence from my best friend.Kai has been trying his best to reach me, but I can't talk to him right now. He's the reason all of this happened. If he hadn't been there, I would have told Kim differently.It still bothers me knowing she won't pick up. She's been at Brooke’s place — I know because Brooke messaged me three days ago to say she's with her. I can remember the last time we saw eye to eye. She came back that night, packed a few things, and left. She said nothing to me. Not even goodbye, and it hurts.I walked out of the office, my bag slung over my shoulder, and ran into a wall of chest. I looked up and my eyes landed on a smiling Kai. He had both hands tucked into his pants pockets, wore an Armani black suit, and smelled like a million dollars.“What are you doing here?” I asked, infuriated. Just seeing him now annoyed the cr