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The Steamy Chase Ch. 01

By: adjoaq



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

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"Wow...don't fall. What did you do? Drink a whole keg of beer?" Dean Broody asked Kayla Cooper who looked like she was about to fall over.

"Fuck off Dean." Kayla slurred her words, willing the world to stop spinning.

Dean reached for Kayla just as she took a step and swayed. "Jesus, just how much have you had to drink Kay? You're shit-faced." Dean groaned holding on to the drunken beauty. "Come on, let me take you to your room. You need to lie down."

"Screw you Asshole." Kayla hiccupped. She knew she was drunk but also knew she had to act sober and tough because knowing Dean, he was never going to allow her to hear the end of this.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on." Dean said picking Kayla up bridal style and heading towards the chalets. "Which one is yours?" He asked when he got close to the chalets.

Dean looked down at Kayla when he didn't receive any reply and groaned. Shit! She was fast asleep. He decided to take her to his room and tuck her into bed. He knew he wasn't going to come back to the room anytime soon so Kayla could comfortably use his bed whilst he went back to the party and had a good time. 

After removing Kayla's shoes, he tucked her in and left the room smiling to himself. Kayla was so going to get it from him and the boys in the morning. The tough Kayla, drunk! Now that was a sight one didn't get to see often. But Dean knew he couldn't blame the sexy feisty Kayla. Damon Thomas Reid could throw a mean party. Damn! 

Claiming he had promised his husband, Tristan, a big party when they got back to the U.S. from their wedding in France, Damon had thrown a party to remember. They had been married for the past three months and still stuck to each other like glue. Dean snorted. Who would have thought Damon, the tough giant billionaire could get that sappy. Love sure could do things to people. All friends of the couple had gone cruising on the yacht, TRISTAN. The magnificent yacht had been a wedding present for Tristan from Damon. After the cruise, the yacht had docked on a beautiful Island, where the party was being held. And what a party it was! Hands down the party of the year. Almost everybody got drunk. Even Kayla!

Dean chuckled. What made Kayla getting drunk, even more amusing to Dean was the fact that Kayla was a tough no-nonsense kind of girl. She was Cole's executive assistant in his law firm and was studying to become a lawyer too. Despite the fact that Cole was her boss, Kayla was so close to Cole that he treated her like the little sister he never had. All of Cole's friends had also gotten very close with Kayla to the extent that they sometimes referred to her as their Drill Sergeant due to her bossy nature. 

Kayla had been orphaned as a child and had ended up in a foster home. She had to grow up looking out for herself hence, her tough nature. Though all the guys were six feet or more in height and very well-to-do, Kayla bossed them around whenever she felt like it. They adored her.

To Dean, Kayla was damn sexy. With her dirty blond hair cut into a short, sassy Halle Berry hairstyle, a curvy body that any model would die for and the most intense green eyes, she was simply elegant and striking. But then, Cole Adams, the notorious ladies' man...at least until he fell in love with the beautiful Briana...wouldn't have agreed to Kayla being his assistant, if she hadn't been hot. 

Out of the squad, as they often called themselves, namely Dean, Cole, Damon, Matt, Chris, Kyle, Michael, Tyron and now Tristan, Dean got on Kayla's nerves the most. He teased her all the time and Kayla also used any opportunity she could get to either put Dean in his place or tease him back. The gang usually enjoyed Dean and Kayla's antics and war with words so much so that they actually awarded points sometimes. So Dean was thrilled he had gotten to catch the sassy Kayla in such a state. He couldn't wait to tell the guys. Maybe he should have taken pictures. That would have been the ultimate check-mate. Dean smiled to himself.

Dean had always been mischievous. But then it was only to be expected as he was the last of seven children...all boys. Teasing and playing pranks on each other was the culture in the Broody home. His dad was the wealthy and famous Michael Broody, an architect. Unfortunately for Michael Broody, out of all his sons, only Dean had become an architect like him. Lucy Broody, Dean's lovely, sweet mother, was a medical doctor and had made it a point to push all her children into her field. All his brothers had gone into medicine just to make her happy. Out of the six, four were doctors and two were pharmacists. 

The Broody family was a close-knit one. They were involved in each other's lives, were aware of small and large events in each other's lives and were very supportive of each other in times of trouble. Like any siblings, Dean and his brothers fought and disagreed about everything but they loved and cared about each other a lot. 

Michael Broody had retired, leaving his empire into the able hands of Dean. One could say Dean Broody had to start making very important decisions at an early age as he had been running the empire for the past seven years. Though the whole family was proud of what he had been able to accomplish within that number of years, he was still seen and treated as the baby of the family. The fact that he was six feet one and towered over most of his brothers didn't make any difference. They were so annoying sometimes but Dean wouldn't have them any other way. He loved his parents and brothers to bits.

"Hey Dean, wanna participate in the drinking contest?" Tyron voice boomed from across the room immediately Dean got there.

"Bring it on boyz." Dean answered, never one to back down from a challenge.

And just like that, all thoughts of Kayla disappeared from his mind as he threw himself into having fun.

***

Dean left the party around three a.m. for his chalet. When he got to the bedroom, he quickly stripped naked and slid into bed.

"What the fuck?" Dean exclaimed when he felt a soft body in bed beside him. 

He reached up and flicked on the switch, flooding the room with light. The sight that met him got him instantly hard. Shit! He had totally forgotten about Kayla. And how the fuck was she in just her panties? She must have woken up at a point to shed off her clothes because Dean knew for sure he hadn't touched her clothes when he tucked her in earlier. And those boobs...Hot Damn!

"Fuck me!" Dean whispered, staring at Kayla's left breast. She had a gold nipple ring in her left nipple.

Dean groaned. He knew he had to quickly get Kayla back to her chalet to avoid any...incident. Cole and the others would have his balls if he dared do anything with Kayla. With the combination of all that alcohol in his system, and the almost naked curvy, sexy, beauty in his bed, Dean knew he had to act fast before he lost control.

"Shit, Kayla wake up." Dean said looking around the room, trying to find where Kayla's dress and bra where. He saw them heaped in a corner of the huge bed they were lying in. 

"Dean..." Kayla breathed, snuggling into Dean before he could move.

"Oh fuck." Dean muttered trying to move back his arse so that Kayla's body wouldn't rub against his hard-on. "Kay..." Dean's voice sounded almost pained.

But Kayla was oblivious to the turmoil Dean was in. She moulded herself to his warmth, loving the feel of his chest hair against her nipples. She moaned and rubbed against Dean harder. Why was he stalling? In all the dreams she had of Dean, he was the aggressor. Why wasn't he aggressive now? And why did this dream feel so real? Kayla wondered. 

"Kiss me Dean." Kayla whispered.

"Ow come on Kay, snap out of..." Dean trailed off when Kayla captured his lips in a hot open-mouthed kiss. 

Dean tried to tear his mouth away from the kiss but Kayla's arms twinned around his neck and her fingers slid into his dark hair, holding him in place. She had the softest, sweetest lips and her kiss made him weak, made his cock throb. When she started sucking erotically on Dean's lower lip, Dean knew he was lost. With a groan he took over the kiss. And boy, what a mind-blowingly orgasmic kiss it was. 

When Dean's tongue found its way into Kayla's mouth, a lusty moan tore out of her throat. Dean took it slow, moving his tongue around Kayla's mouth, exploring the depths of it. Kayla's hands gripped his hair, holding him to her as his mouth plundered hers, hard and hungry. When Dean came up for air, he trailed kisses along her jawbone and nibbled her earlobe, his breath a harsh rasp against her ear. Kayla thought she would go up in flames as heat infused her, melting her to the core as Dean worked on her. Her body shuddered with need as he kissed his way down till he got to an engorged nipple. Then he closed his hot wet mouth around it and sucked, his fingers finding and tugging gently on the ring in her other nipple.

"Oh God, Dean." Kayla cried out holding Dean's head to her nipple, loving the erotic pull on both taut nipples. She felt the pull right down between her legs and got drenched within seconds. Her pussy throbbed as her juices soaked her panties.

He sucked, nibbled, kissed and drew down harder on her nipple, torturing her slowly. Kayla panted shallowly as he pulled on it hungrily, feeling her nipple swell further and further. When he switched and took the pierced nipple between his teeth, Kayla almost passed out from sensory overload. Dean went to town on that nipple, licking and sucking and pulling on the ring with his teeth, whilst squeezing and pulling on the other with his fingers. Dean's hot, wet mouth and fingers sent sparks up and down Kayla's spine and a yawning heat bloomed between her legs drawing exquisite contractions inside her very core. She cried out and arched against him craving more of the exquisite ache. She had never loved her pierced nipple more than she did at that very moment. 

"You have such beautiful breasts Kay." Dean murmured against her sensitized flesh, flicking his tongue back and forth across the ring embedded in her nipple, causing Kayla to whimper with need. "And I love your nipple ring." 

Pleasurable tremors whipped through Kayla with every pull of his mouth on her ring. She rubbed her drenched pantie-covered pussy against Dean. He was driving her so wild she wanted to scream. 

"Oh God." Kayla moaned brokenly. 

"It's just me baby." Dean husked, moving lower and trailing kisses down her body, his tongue torturing her. 

Kayla whimpered as her body trembled with the intense sensations coursing through her. She writhed beneath him when he circled her navel with his tongue, giving it slow, moist strokes. When Dean got to her panties, he pulled it off and dropped a kiss on top of her shaved pussy. His hands moved to her inner thighs to spread her wide as he moved lower until he was looking directly at her wet cleft. She was wet, soft and delicate. Dean simply admired her hairless slit with greedy eyes, glad that the light was still on. He thought she had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen.

"Wow...this is...you're beautiful." He smiled up at her. "I'm going to eat the shit out of this perfect pussy." He husked sexily, his words getting Kayla even more drenched.

Dean gripped her thighs, holding them apart for his wicked tongue. Then with a growl, he brought out his tongue to stroke over her soft tender lips, giving her heated flesh long and firm upward strokes, torturing her as he began softly wandering through her folds with that incredible tongue. 

"Dean." Kayla cried out as her hips bucked involuntarily, arching up to meet his mouth eagerly. 

She struggled for breath as she reached down with both hands to cup Dean's head, twisting her fingers into his beautiful black hair to hold him in place. Dean's mouth latched onto her clit and he gently sucked on it, swirling his tongue around that pleasure button whilst he moaned low in his throat. Kayla couldn't believe how good it felt. She opened to him like a flower, her body arching to his touch, her gasps turning to moans of delight. Dean's eyes glinted naughtily up at her as his tongue kept rolling against her clit, driving her closer and closer to a fiery climax. Kayla locked her eyes on Dean's face and watched him pleasure her. Dean would move down to probe her opening with that slick tongue, then move up to twirl her clit with his tongue. Her breath was coming in little moans. She couldn't help it. She was so close and needed to come.

"Dean, please..." She sobbed.

At her plea, Dean's lips closed over her clit and sucked hard. Kayla didn't stand a chance...she shattered. She screamed and bucked up as an explosive orgasm tore through her hard and fast. Dean gripped her hips and kept sucking on her clit throughout her orgasm. He continued swirling his tongue over her hypersensitive button, almost torturing her as her orgasm went on and on, his hands stroking her hips as he ate her out. She thrust against him with each crashing wave of her orgasm even as she whimpered brokenly. She was one raw nerve. 

One minute she was pleading for mercy, "No more please..." she whimpered, feeling too sensitive. 

Then in the next breath she was screaming at him not to stop, crying out in sheer ecstasy as his tongue fluttered over that sensitive bud, bringing searing pleasure. "Oh my God, don't stop." 

Kayla lost track of how many times she climaxed after they began rolling into each other. Dean kept at it till she was a quivering mess, her voice hoarse from all the screaming, her body, pliant and boneless. He finally took pity on her and stopped the erotic assault on her clit. After lapping up her juices, Dean moving up to cover her body with his, watching as Kayla tried to bring her erratic breathing under control. When she eventually calmed down, Kayla opened her eyes and stared up into beautiful dark blue eyes filled with so much hunger and lust and...was that a smug look on Dean's face? She was too sated to bother questioning him. 

"You taste so good." Dean murmured, his voice hoarse and heavy with arousal as he stared into Kayla's orgasm-glazed green eyes.

Kayla trembled as she continued to stare up at Dean. He was moving the full head of his thick cock through her slickness, up and down through her swollen folds, then he started rubbing slow circles around her clit, drawing a gasp from her. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as indescribable sensations swept through her body. 

"I'm not dreaming am I?" Kayla whispered, still looking into dark blue eyes, whose thick long dark lashes made Dean look so young and hot.

Dean froze. Did Kayla think she had been dreaming all this while? 

"Kay..." Dean dropped his head, burying his face in Kayla's neck with a frustrated groan even as he continued rubbing against her folds. "No. This is real Kay. You're drunker than I thought."

Dean squeezed his eyes tightly shut and he fought to retain control of his body because at that very moment, his control was pretty much hanging by a thread. Goddamn, how he wanted to fuck her. Long and slow and deep. He needed to control himself until he was sure Kayla was fully aware of what was going on and ready for it. 

Fuck!

The Steamy Chase Ch. 02



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome.

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

***

A gasp ripped from Kayla's throat as exquisite sensations tore through her body from the point where Dean's cock slowly circled her slick swollen clit, his heavy breathing the sexiest sound she had ever heard. Kayla unconsciously moved against Dean. 

"Kay..." Dean groaned deep in his chest, a helpless sound of tormented pleasure. "Do you have any idea how crazy you're driving me?" He husked, grazing her throat with his lips.

Even as she squirmed against the pleasurable sensations Dean was building inside her, Kayla was asking herself how the fuck she got to that room which was obviously not hers. And why wasn't she getting up to run away? This was obviously not one of her erotic dreams about the crazy, hot Dean Broody. Dean was there for real, ready to fuck her. She had a lot of questions to ask but those exquisite sensations running through her that very moment made all those questions seem unimportant. She could already feel the tension building again, could feel the pleasure coil inside her tighter and tighter with the rubbing of that cock against her clit. Dean's cock felt enormous against her and it scared the living daylights out of her but she wanted to be filled with it, feel it move inside her, wanted that promised pleasure. God, how she wanted it.

"Dean." She whispered thrusting up against Dean.

"Do you want this Kayla?" Dean knew he was at the edge of his control but the last thing he would ever do, would be to fuck a woman without her consent.

Kayla hesitated. "Yes. But...let me see it first." She whispered. 

"Let you see what?" Dean raised his head to look at Kayla. He looked confused.

"Let me see your cock." She looked flushed.

The request sounded strange to Dean but he shrugged, rising up to kneel between Kayla's thighs. And at Kayla's gasp, Dean grinned, flashing those cute dimples that never failed to melt Kayla. He was used to girls reacting like that whenever they saw his cock. He loved it. What man wouldn't?

"Scared?" He drawled. "Hey don't tell me you've never seen one this big before. You're Kay-fucking-la baby."

"Dean, that won't fit." She gushed out, staring at his erection. It was huge.

"Wanna bet?" Dean answered with a chuckle, getting back into position and wondering why Kayla was acting all scared. He knew he was hung but there were guys bigger than him. And Kayla looked like an experienced enough chic. Why the fuss? Maybe it was just an act...he could play along.

"Dean really..." Kayla started but Dean silenced her weak protest with a kiss so sweet, it made her forget all about his monster cock. 

"Look at me, Kay." Dean whispered against Kayla's lips.

She opened her eyes and stared up into blue eyes glittering with need.

"You are so beautiful. And I want you so much." Dean crooned, his voice dark and rough. 

Kayla felt a delicious tightening within her core at his words. Oh God! Just his voice, low but throbbing with lust, and she was melting. She was burning for him. But this was Dean...he fooled around a lot. He was never serious with anything, especially girls. Kayla licked suddenly dry lips and tried to look indifferent. 

"I already said you could fuck me Dean. No need to give me lines." Kayla murmured, her face flushed. "Just do it."

Dean's eyes had followed the movement of Kayla's tongue and he lowered his head to taste those swollen lips again. Kayla shuddered when his lips touched hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth as she moaned into the lustful possession and whilst still kissing her, Dean thrust in slow, wanting to savour the pleasure of entering into her tight sheath. Then he felt it...a barrier. When he tried pushing against it, Kayla whimpered...in pain?

"Oh Fuck!" Dean swore and froze. Kayla was a fucking newbie. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me you're new at this Kayla? Fuck. I could've really hurt you." Dean made to pull out but Kayla crossed her legs around his hips, stopping his movement.

"Let me go Kayla." Dean said tightly.

"Why?" She asked in a small voice. "Should my being a virgin make me any less desirable?"

"I don't do Marys, Kayla. You ambushed me. You should have fucking told me you're a...nun. I wouldn't have touched you with a long pol..."

Kayla fought the tears that threatened to fill her eyes. "What are you afraid of Dean?" Kayla asked, cutting Dean off. "That I'll be stuck on you if we have sex?"

"Well yeah. Hey, you're a..." He struggled with the word.

"Virgin, Dean. It won't kill you to say it."

"Virgin." Dean whispered, still shocked at the discovery. Then he exploded. "Fuck, I want to. I want to, Kay. More than I've ever wanted any fucking thing in my entire life. But you will probably expect commitment from me immediately I take on this... You know what I mean. I'm not ready for any such..."

"You have my word Dean." Kayla said quietly, cutting him off. "We're both adults here. I'm twenty-four...not exactly a spring chicken. And you're what...twenty-eight? I vote we fuck our brains out and forget this night ever happened. What do you say? Are you man enough to fuck a virgin? No strings attached."

By the time Kayla finished her speech, her heart was breaking. She congratulated herself on her outward calm because inside, she was a total mess. She was damned if she was going to expose herself this way to a man and go away with her virginity intact as though she were some diseased freak. That would be the ultimate blow to her ego. That she had been rejected because of her virginity.

"Kay..." Dean groaned, his voice tinged with warning. Was that a challenge? "I will hold you to your word."

"Hey dickhead, if you were the last man on earth, I would remain a spinster for life. How about that? Do we have a deal?"

But Dean had already resumed rubbing her pussy lips with his huge cock head, his face again, buried in the side of her neck with lusty moans coming out of his throat. Dean Broody never backed down from a challenge. He raised his head to look down at Kayla with eyes filled with so much lust, Kayla's breath hitched in her throat. She thought he was breathtakingly hot. With his jet black hair, dark blue eyes, dimples that looked so adorable on him he got away with almost anything, muscles standing out in his arms and his sexy abs, Dean was one of the strikingly handsome men Kayla had had the pleasure of knowing. He was her hottest wet dream and incredibly sexy.

With a groaned Dean reached between them and grabbed his rock hard leaking cock, pumping it as he rocked against her. "Deal." He growled and pushed past the barrier. 

Kayla screamed. 

"Shit!" Dean groaned. "I'm sorry Kay. Relax. Don't clench on me." He instructed as he kept sliding in slowly till he was fully embedded inside her. She was soaked, tight, and blazing hot inside. When she unconsciously tightened around Dean's cock, he almost went out of his mind with pleasure. 

"Fuuuuck! God, that feels good." Dean groaned uncontrollably. 

"No, it doesn't feel good," Kayla cried out, trying to catch her breath. "Why the fuck do people do this if it's this painful?" She gasped.

"And why the fuck are you allowing me to do this if it's that painful?" Dean growled. 

He fought for breath, for control. Her muscles were gripping him like a fist. Dean knew if he didn't gain some form of control, he would end up hurting her by plunging wildly into her. All he wanted to do was plough into that tight sweet warmth and never stop.

"How long before the pain goes away?" Kayla breathed.

Dean chuckled. "Do I look like a babe to you? How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

"Dean..." Kayla groaned.

Dean tenderly smoothed the wet tendrils of hair away from Kayla's forehead. He sighed, laying his forehead against hers as he stared down at her. "It won't last long Kay. Just breathe." Dean said, his voice soft. She reacted more to the sudden tenderness, the caring in his voice than to the promise he'd just given her. She hoped he was right, though. She did still hurt. The throbbing was insistent.

Dean's breathing was laboured. He sounded out of breath. His face rested in the hollow of her shoulder. She was too tight, too hot and slick. Staying unmoving inside her when all he wanted to do was thrust in hard and deep was killing him. But it was her first time and he didn't want to hurt her. He nipped at her skin with his teeth and tickled her at the same time with his tongue. The sweet torture made Kayla forget some of the pain. His tongue rubbed her earlobe. Kayla let out a sigh of pleasure and clenched her pussy walls around Dean.

"Fuck." He groaned and covered her mouth with a searing kiss. He devoured, consumed and possessed her. "You're so tight," he whispered against her lips. "So hot and sweet, Kay, it's like being surrounded by the sweetest fire on earth."

Then Kayla was moving against him. She couldn't control it. Pleasure danced sinuously with a spark of pain. The combination drove her crazy. Dean withdrew, then holding his cock, gently teased her clit with the head until her face muscles went lax with pleasure. Then gripping her tightly, Dean slowly sank back into her, taking her slowly, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Kayla gasped at the heavy fullness and thrilling pressure inside her and shifted her legs further apart to give him better access. Dean wanted to take her gently and sweetly, and show her how damned good it could be. 

She uttered a soft moan and matched his slow rhythm, her mouth seeking his again. He set a gentle pace, though from the way he gritted his teeth, Kayla could tell he wanted to pound into her. Instead, he eased in and out, so slowly that her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of his penetration, loving the way he stretched her delicate inner body beyond its limits. 

"Better?"

Kayla nodded. "It feels so good." She gasped. 

Why the fuck had she waited till now to do this? Kayla wondered. What she felt when she touched herself, came nowhere near the ecstasy she had felt from Dean's mouth, or the pleasure she was feeling now. She gave a wail when she felt Dean's cock brush over something inside her. The lingering pain was instantly replaced by blinding pleasure. 

She gasped and shuddered and clutched at him. "What was that?" 

"Ever heard of a g-spot?" Dean whispered against her lips, gently working that spot back and forth with his cock until Kayla was a trembling mess in his arms. 

Her arms tightened around him as she whimpered his name. Her moans of pleasure were music to his ears. When she clenched around him, Dean gave an ecstatic rumble that echoed through his chest making Kayla shiver. She watched his face twist into a grimace of sublime pleasure, his eyes closed, his body arched, tight and tense. He looked as hot as fuck!

"Put your legs around me Kay." Dean ordered, his voice harsh with determination.

When she did as he commanded, he let out a low growl and seemed to lose control. Rolling his hips rhythmically, Dean's breathing became more erratic as he set a slow, fluid pace. Then he increased the rhythm, causing Kayla's mouth to opened, a gasping cry issuing from it. Her pupils dilated in bliss as her hips pushed up against him, demanding more. Kayla was on fire. She had never felt this, never known this, never even dreamed it would be this mind shattering. It felt so good she thought she'd go mad.

"Don't stop, please don't stop..." Kayla moaned brokenly.

"Oh baby, I couldn't even if I wanted to." Dean groaned, his voice shaking.

Kayla's insides started quickening and she bucked against Dean taking him deeper. Each thrust stroked the intensity of her pleasure even higher. She writhed frantically against him, her head twisting against the sheets, her body desperately begging for release.

"Dean..." She whimpered.

Dean answered by leaning down to take her engorged pierced nipple into his mouth, pulling on it whist thrusting harder and deeper into her. Kayla couldn't stand the exquisite pulls on her nipple ring and the hard rubbing of Dean's cock on that particular spot within her. The ecstasy she felt that particular moment was so overwhelming, it made her dizzy, yanked the breath from her chest and unfurled ripples of pleasure at the base of her back. She could feel her muscles knotting up and quivering, winding up for an explosion. 

"Oh my God, Dean!" Kayla cried out. "I...I'm..." What she had felt earlier when he ate her out was nothing compared to the intensity of the oncoming orgasm, and though it scared the hell out of her, Kayla reached towards that explosion. She was absolutely going out of her mind...

Dean released his hold on her nipple and looked into her unfocused eyes. Her eyes didn't leave his; they glazed over, lost in bliss. Dean thought Kayla had never looked more sexy, erotic and hot, as she did that very moment.

"Just let go, baby. You don't have to hold back." He husked.

Then his hand was moving between them, his fingers finding her hard clit. All it took was one flick, and she came undone...Kayla exploded. She screamed his name as she convulsed around him, her eyes widening as she clenched even tighter around him. All those competing sensations, the pain, the pleasure, the burn and heat, blended into one breath-taking, exploding fireball of ecstasy. 

"Dean...oh God." She sobbed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Her cries were incoherent as she rocked against him, her nails drawing creases in his back. Her legs clasped his hips, her back arched, whilst hard, racking shudders of orgasm kept tightening her body to near breaking point as pleasure ripped through her. Her cheeks were wet with sweat and tears as she gasped for breath. 

Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing Dean had ever witnessed. Her slender body arching to him, her mouth parted with her head thrown back in total bliss as her juices poured out around his cock...Dean felt a part of his heart melt. Shit! He groaned.

With those exquisite unending contractions around his cock, Dean didn't have any choice but to follow Kayla into that bliss. He slammed in hard and deep and froze as his cock jerked, then exploded, pouring himself into her as he found his release. He gritted his teeth, praying unsuccessfully for control. He growled deep in his throat as he felt his control slip away with the rippling power of his ejaculation.

"Fuck, Kay!" Dean roared and started thrusting into Kayla again, riding out his orgasm. He couldn't seem to stop coming. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her, and wake up the next morning and do it all over again.

Kayla kept contracting around his thrusting hardness, trapping him deep inside her and milking every drop of his seed. His hands were hard on her hips, his male cries harsh and pulled roughly from the depths of his chest as his body shook above hers for long seconds. Dean knew he had never had such an intense feeling before. Sex had never been this intense...exquisite...mind-blowing.

Finally, blissfully, the violent tremors of rapturous pleasure eased and Dean collapsed on top of Kayla, his mouth at her neck as he fought for breath. 

"Christ Kay," he breathed rolling over so that a still trembling Kayla was on top of him, "you're amazing." He kissed her deeply, their tongues imitating the act they had just finished. "Are you okay?" He asked against her swollen lips, his thumbs wiping the tears that couldn't seem to stop flowing, from her eyes.

Kayla nodded, confused by the flood of emotions that swelled in her chest for him. "That was so much more than I ever imagined." She whispered. Nothing had prepared her for this. She lay dazed on his chest, in utter contentment, savouring the spine-tingling moment, too fulfilled to think.

Dean rolled to his side, and slowly withdrew from her, drawing a moan from her. He saw the bloody remnants of her innocence mixed with his cum on his cock and froze. What if he had hurt her bad? Dean knew he had gotten rough at a point. He hoped she was okay. Then it hit him...he hadn't used a fucking condom. 

"Shit!" Dean muttered.

"What?" Kayla asked in a soft voice, still shaking.

"Nothing. Be right back." Dean said, jumping out of the bed and entering the adjoining bathroom. 

He felt like a slimy bastard. What the fuck had he been thinking going in raw? Dean's thoughts were in turmoil. He was so rattled he didn't even want to think about the major 'what-if'. He was a condom fanatic. That was only to be expected with all the medical people in his family. But for the first time in his life, he had fucked a woman without latex, had totally forgotten to use one. He wasn't worried about catching anything from Kayla and knew Kayla had nothing to worry about, where he was concerned because he was clean. But the other... He knew he definitely had to do something about it. The problem was he didn't think there was a pharmacy shop on that small Island that would have what he needed. He had to wait until they got back into town to get anything because the probability that Kayla was on the pill was very low. 

Shit!

After quickly cleaning up, Dean came back with a damp washcloth and gently slid it between Kayla's thighs, wiping her clean. He took it back to the bathroom and crawled back into bed, bringing Kayla's body close against his chest and covering them with the covers. Kayla snuggled closer to him, burying her face in between Dean's neck and shoulder as his body wrapped protectively around hers. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was that it felt good having those arms around her. She dropped a gentle kiss on Dean's neck and slept. 

Dean kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth. It was such a tender thing to do, so intimate. He kept running his fingers through her short hair and then moved his hand down to stroke her back. He couldn't seem to stop touching her. He felt a sudden primeval feeling of possessiveness inside him for the feisty hot beauty in his arms and buried his face in her short hair with a low groan. Damn, if that hadn't been the best fuck of his life. The fiery heat and melting passion he found in Kayla was more than amazing, it was terrifying. Kayla sighed in her sleep and snuggled even closer to Dean. His cock twitched. Fuck! 

Dean's last thought just before he drifted off was that he was screwed, and not just literally.



The Steamy Chase Ch. 03



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

***

Dean woke up to find himself alone in bed. Kayla had obviously woken up earlier and gone back to her chalet. He remembered clearly what had happened between them. He could still smell the scent of her sweet perfume on the pillows, still taste her on the back of his tongue, still remember her ecstatic moans...

"Fuck!" Dean groaned when his cock gave a lurch.

That was hands down the best fuck of his life. He knew that even wild horses couldn't have stopped him from fucking Kayla again if he had woken up to find her in bed beside him. It was good she had left as her being sore would definitely not have stopped him either. His phone started ringing and he reached for it with a groan. It was Tyron.

"Yes?" Dean growled into the phone.

"Dude, get your arse down here. We have to eat and set off." Tyron boomed.

"Will be right there."

Dean took a quick shower and dressed up, thinking about Kayla and hoping she was okay. He also hoped there wasn't going to be any awkwardness between them because of what happened. He was actually dreading the guys getting to know what he had done, more than seeing Kayla. After all, she did say there were no strings attached. And that's what he wanted...right? So why the fuck did he have that achy feeling in his chest, Dean wondered. He felt like he was losing something very important and he hated the feeling.

After dressing casually in a simple but sexy fitted, white cotton T-shirt, a pair of dark wash jeans and loafers, Dean left to go and eat with his friends.

***

Kayla Cooper stared at her reflection in the mirror but her mind wasn't on her sexy-looking self. She looked totally hot in a white hipster shorts and a sexy, sheer, spa-blue flyaway back top, whose low-cut armholes gave a hint of the white curve-hugging strapless lace bralette beneath. What the fuck had she been thinking, allowing what had happened between her and Dean? In her defense, she had thought the whole thing had been a dream in the initial stages. Kayla scoffed at herself, shaking her head. Who was she kidding? Even after she realized it was real, she hadn't bolted or stopped what was going on but had rather asked for the ultimate...a fuck.

"Shit!" Kayla muttered.

She was dying to know how she had gotten into Dean's bed in the first place. She did remember Dean telling her at the party the night before that she had to lie down because she was drunk. Had he decided to take her to his room instead of hers? If that was the case, why would Dean do that? Kayla needed answers and was definitely going to ask Dean when she saw him. At least no one had seen her take the walk of shame in the wee hours of the morning. Kayla's lips curled in a smile when she remembered how sexy Dean had looked asleep when she was leaving his bed. The dark stubble peppering his chin made him look deliciously sexy and his tousled hair seemed deliberately boyish. Shouldn't there be a law against looking that good in the morning or something... Damn!

What was Dean going to think about her now? She had always had a crush on Dean Broody but had hidden it very well from everyone. Why make her crush known when the man in question was not interested in any long term relationship? Dean went through ladies like he changed his boxer briefs. Sometimes Kayla had a feeling Dean didn't have any intention of ever settling down. The strings of broken hearts he had left behind him was legendry. Ladies kept falling for his good looks and fun nature and always ended up used and dumped. Well, Kayla had seen enough to know Dean was bad news. All the more reason why she was shocked at her lack of self-control. 

Yes, she had dated a few guys, but she had never felt the urge to put out. None of them did anything for her. But with Dean...Kayla just didn't know why she had the hots for him. It couldn't be just about his looks because she had dated quite a number of handsome guys, but none had made her melt with just a smile, wet from just the sound of his voice or shiver with want like Dean did. In his bed the night before, she had felt like that was her one and only chance to be with the man she was always drooling over in private. And damn...what an experience it had been. Despite the lingering soreness inside her pussy, she could still feel him in there. And it was an oddly luscious feeling. 

Kayla looked at her reflection and touched her lips, remembering those scorching kisses Dean had bestowed on her. Damn, the man could kiss! Kayla moaned when she felt a delicious tingle surge through her. She sure wasn't ever going to forget what had happened. Dean had rocked her world. She felt her face warm up with a blush when she remembered her lusty cries and screams for more. 

"Oh my God!" Kayla groaned, burying her face in her palms. She was such a slut.

Her dilemma was how she was going to act around Dean after that mind-blowing encounter. She sure didn't want the others to know. And from Dean's words, he wouldn't want anyone to know either. Hell, the man had virtually made her swear an oath to forget about their encounter. Much as that had hurt, Kayla knew she had to respect his wishes. She had promised! Kayla wondered how she was going to cope with being near Dean, wanting him...more so, now that she had tasted just what he could offer, and not being able to do jack squat about it. Kayla groaned and combed her short hair with her fingers in frustration. It looked like she didn't have any choice but to keep some distance between herself and Dean. That was the only solution.

With a sign, Kayla applied some lip gloss to her lips, wore her flat, skimpy thong sandals and headed for the door, knowing that if she didn't get to the others anytime soon, Chris would probably come to her room to carry her out himself since he had already called her twice. After checking her appearance a final time in the mirror on the door, Kayla left the room.

***

There was an 'all you can eat' seafood buffet on the beach and all the party guests were busy enjoying the meals. The 'squad' occupied a wide table and made a lot of ruckus whilst they ate. The only non-members on their table were Kyle's twin brother Ken, Matt's fiancée Jen and a blonde bimbo who came with Chris. Kyle made it a point to spend as much time as he could with his twin brother who was dying of cancer. Kyle tried to look happy for his brother's sake but his friends knew exactly what he was going through and made it a point to show their support at all times. Briana, Cole's fiancée was back in school so couldn't make it to the party. Neither could Mary, Michael's wife who was in her third trimester and therefore felt too huge to party.

"Hey Dean," Michael turned amused eyes in Dean's direction, "didn't I see you carry Kayla out at a point during the party?"

Dean almost chocked on the shrimp he was munching on. "No you didn't." He said in a voice that sounded breathless. 

He could see Kayla making her way towards their table. And God, did she look mouth-wateringly hot! Damn! All Dean could think of at that moment was Kayla's hot tight pussy vibrating around him, Kayla arching into him, her clit grinding into his pelvis, her body shuddering, jerking, her eyes dazed... Sudden heat suffused his entire body, rushing lower and hardening his dick. Shit! He had to make an effort to tear his eyes away from her before his crazy friends figured out something was up...pun intended. 

"I could have sworn I saw you pick her..."

"Well I said I didn't." Dean said tightly, cutting Michael off but his friends seem not to realize how desperate he looked. 

They needed to drop it before Kayla got to the table, Dean thought frantically. He was particularly happy to see Cole in a serious discussion with Ken, Kyle's twin. He would have picked up on Dean's emotions for sure, more so with Kayla's name involved. Being a lawyer helped Cole read people like a book...unlike that silly Michael, who only got serious when he thought people needed medical attention. 

"Actually I also saw it Doc." Damon chipped in, addressing Michael. "They were right at the..." 

But his words were cut off when Tristan leaned over and took his mouth in a lingering kiss.

There was cheering and catcalls not just from their table, but from the other tables as well. By the time Tristan broke off the kiss, the guys had forgotten the topic of Dean and Kayla, and the latter was seated, drinking a glass of orange juice.

Dean tore his eyes away from Kayla and turned to find Tristan's eyes on him. Then he knew. Tristan had only kissed Damon to shut him up. He must have seen how uncomfortable Dean had been with the topic under discussion.

"Thank you." Dean mouthed to Tristan, who he had gotten very close to and treated as though he were his kid brother. He flashed a grateful smile when Tristan winked at him.

Kayla made it a point to avoid Dean throughout the meal. Whenever she saw Dean making his way towards her, she would turn and start talking to one of the guys. Much as she wanted answers, she dreaded talking to Dean as that would mean standing close to him, listening to that sexy voice, taking in the scent of his cologne and looking into those beautiful dark blue eyes. Kayla moaned low in her throat when she felt her nipples harden. Christ! 

The way she was feeling that very moment, Kayla couldn't promise not to jump Dean's bones in front of everyone if she got close to him. The man looked sinfully delicious in that casual outfit. The way his T-shirt shifted over the hard muscles of his chest, shoulders, and biceps, simply made her mouth water, made her pussy throb, made her heart beat faster. The further she stayed from Dean, the better, Kayla told herself. She did have her pride after all. No woman in their right mind should go throwing themselves at a man who had made it crystal clear he wanted nothing to do with her.

"Wanna talk to her?" Tristan asked a confused looking Dean. At Dean's nod, Tristan stated simply, "Follow my lead."

He had been watching the two since earlier when he realized Dean was uncomfortable with his and Kayla's topic on board. He had also noticed how Kayla went out of her way to stay away from Dean. Tristan could bet his life something had gone on between the two. He knew they were adults and could sort out their issues on their own. But he sure as hell wasn't going to stand by and do nothing when Dean was looking more frantic by the minute. 

"Hey Kayla," Tristan said taking hold of Kayla's hand, "You're not going to believe this. That bloke you were dancing with at the party...the redhead...remember him?"

"Stan? What happened to him?" Kayla asked wide-eyed.

"The idiot actually slept outside till this morning." Tristan said with a straight face, dragging a laughing Kayla towards a secluded section by the pool area. "Let me show you where. I've never seen anyone act so stupid when they're drunk as that asshole. One minute he was telling me he was a doctor, in the next breath he was telling me he was a designer. That actually got me thinking though...can't plastic surgeons be also called designers? After all, they do re-design don't they?" 

Kayla was laughing so hard she didn't even realize they had moved away from the others.

"I mean, they make all those drawings with those bloody markers first, and then...oh fuck! What says the time Kay?" Tristan asked taking hold of Kayla's wrist to look at the time on her wrist-watch. "Shit! I've gotta call my dad. Be right back Kay." Tristan said sprinting off.

By the time Kayla finished wiping her face of her tears of mirth, Tristan was long gone. She turned to go too, only to come face to face with Dean. Her heart jumped in her chest. It was pounding so fast she wouldn't have been surprised if it had jumped right out of her body. A flood of emotions broke free in her body...lust, desire, melting her and making her body ache for the touch of the man standing in front of her. Kayla had always known Dean was handsome and hot and all but...had he always looked this breathtakingly sexy? Or had his sex appeal sky-rocketed overnight, in her eyes since he rocked her world? She could feel herself getting wet just by being this close to the man and that scared the shit out of her. 

"He...hey Dean." Kayla stuttered. Why the fuck was she stuttering? She never stuttered. 

"You are avoiding me Kay." Dean's voice was soft and oh so sexy. Kayla felt a delicious clench in her pussy despite the slight soreness. 

"Wha...what?" Kayla cleared her throat and admonished herself silently to 'man up'. 'I haven't been doing any such thing. Did you enjoy the meal? Nice spread wasn't it? Are you ready to leave? I have to go and pack my stuff." Kayla was rambling and she knew it.

"Kay, breathe." Dean said softly, reaching for her hands. They were sweaty and shaking.

Dean watched Kayla take deep breaths and smiled tenderly at her. She was so ravishingly hot.

"Are you okay?" He asked a now calm Kayla.

"Yes." Kayla couldn't look Dean in the eye. She stared at a spot on his chest. "It's always good to breath in and out."

"That's not what I meant. How are you feeling after..."

"I'm fine." Kayla stated firmly, cutting him off.

"Good to know you're okay. We need to talk Kayla." Dean said, wishing Kayla would look him in the eye.

"I thought we agreed to forget about it. That's what you wanted. What is there to talk about?" Kayla asked in a shaky voice, pulling her hands out of Dean's.

"We didn't use protection Kayla." Dean whispered.

"Oh..." Kayla finally looked up at Dean, wide eyed. It hadn't even occurred to her that they hadn't used any protection. How irresponsible of her. Fortunately she was on the pill to correct her cycle so there was not going to be any surprises. That didn't mean she shouldn't be careful though. "I'm clean. You don't have to..."

"I know I don't have anything to worry about. I'm also clean. But there's the other..."

Kayla knew exactly what had Dean worried. Of course he wouldn't want any unwanted surprises and wanted to make sure nothing like that was going to happen. Her chest tightened, hurt, even though she wasn't surprised.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Kayla said unable to hide the hurt from my voice.

God, she had the most amazing mouth, Dean thought, staring at Kayla's mouth. Fuck! He hadn't heard what she had just said. "Kay there's a drug..."

"I said I'll take care of it." Kayla snapped. She was pissed. "I'm not going to trap you with a pregnancy so you don't have to worry Dean. I did give you my word." 

"That's not what I meant..."

"Why the fuck did you take me to your room last night?" Kayla demanded heatedly. "'Cause I remember you saying I needed to lie..."

"You fell asleep before you could tell me which chalet was yours." Dean said quietly.

"And..."

"And I thought I could let you sleep it off in my room as I was going back to the party anyway." Dean shrugged. "But I totally forgot about you until I slid into bed when I got back."

"And you couldn't wake me up and send me back to my room?" Kayla looked incredulous.

"I tried to but..." Dean trailed off. How do you tell someone they threw themselves at you, and you lost control?

"Tell me. I really want to know." Kayla crossed her arms under her breast and Dean swallowed, his eyes falling onto the tantalizing globes, the image of that pierced nipple vivid in his mind. "Dean?"

Dean tore his eyes away from her breasts with difficulty and looked into her eyes. "Look, you were drunk okay? And you...you had taken off your dress when I got back and...damn, those boobs..."

"Dean!" 

"Sorry. You wouldn't leave me alone Kay. I did try, really..."

"I know I asked you to..."

"Before that Kay. I guess you thought you were dreaming."

"Oh shit!" Kayla muttered. What had she done? Did she force herself on Dean? Was that how the whole thing started?

Dean couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, watching the myriad of emotions play on Kayla's face. "Do you dream about me often Kay?" He asked teasingly.

Kayla managed to give Dean a disgusting look which, judging by the hurt look that crossed his face, worked. Kayla wanted to gather him into his arms to wipe that look off his face, but knew she couldn't do that without given herself away.

"Hey it was only a joke Kayla." Dean muttered, cringing. Did he disgust Kayla that much?

"Do I look like I'm joking here? Look, I'm sorry I...I threw myself at you. That's never going to happen again. As for what happened, it's forgotten. I gave my word and I always keep my word. See you around." And with that, Kayla turned and moved briskly away, leaving a stunned Dean staring after her.

"Shit!" Dean swore, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

He understood why Kayla would get angry. Anybody would, if they were asked to take drugs to prevent pregnancy after being made to promise to forget about getting fucked. But it had to be done as he didn't know whether she had thought about the repercussions...being a newbie and all. Dean felt so out of control and he hated it. All he wanted to do when Kayla was standing in front of him was slam his mouth on hers and fuck the consequence. Kayla made his blood boil. He knew he had to get her alone and have a serious talk with her and try to smooth things out. 

Dean never got the chance to talk to Kayla though. Not on the Island, not on the cruise back. She avoided him like the plague. Dean had never been more worried and confused in his life. 

Shit! 



The Steamy Chase Ch. 04



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome.

***

"Busy?" Cole asked, leaning against Kayla's desk.

"For you, no. What's up?" Kayla looked up at Cole with a smile.

"Good. Come on, we're going out for lunch." Cole said reaching for Kayla's hand.

"Cole...I have a lot..."

"For me, you're not busy remember? Come on Kay. And that's an order."

"Bully." Kayla muttered as she stood up and smoothed the front of her chic slim-fit, shape-defining black and white peplum shift dress. She knew she looked elegant in that dress.

"I heard that." Cole said picking up her bag.

"You were meant to." Kayla said snatching her bag from Cole and falling into step beside him.

"Love the shoes." Cole said glancing down at Kayla's black ankle strap platform heels. Its silver strap gave the shoes a sexy glamorous look.

Kayla chuckled. "Wanna get one for Briana? It will look amazing on her feet."

"Is that all you girls think about? Shoes?" Cole drawled, as he hit the call button for the elevator. 

"Don't even start Cole." Kayla gave a mock scowl making Cole roar with laughter as they stepped into the elevator which promptly began its descent to the ground floor. 

***

"Okay spill it." Cole said staring into Kayla's eyes.

They were seated in an Italian restaurant and the waiter had just taken their orders and delivered their drinks.

"Spill what?" Kayla asked looking at Cole with her striking green eyes.

"Come on Kay, I'm not a fool so don't treat me as one."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kayla said, looking Cole in the eye challengingly.

"I've been watching you for the past two weeks Kay. You're not yourself. Something is going on with you and I want to know what it is. We're not going to leave here until you talk so better start if you have a lot of stuff to do as you claimed."

Kayla sighed. She knew Cole was not going to let her off the hook till she talked. "You know, the normal thing to do, will be to wait till I feel like I want to talk Cowboy." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

"Not this Cowboy baby." Cole signaled their waiter. "Hold our orders for now Antonio. I'll let you know when to serve us."

"Certainly Mr. Adams." The waiter said with a bow and left them. He was always thrilled to see Cole because he was a big tipper. 

Cole turned to look at Kayla with raised brows, waiting for her to start talking.

"It's nothing really. I..." 

"Not from where I'm sitting Kay." Cole said, cutting Kayla off. "You're walking around like someone died. You have circles around your eyes. You've lost your spirit. You're not the Kayla I know and adore. You're just a...shell. So don't tell me it's nothing. Don't insult my intelligence Kay. I've waited for you to open up but..." Cole threw his hands up, "I'm done waiting." 

"Okay, settle down Cowboy." Kayla looked down at her fingers, which were gripping the napkin on the table as if it were her lifeline. 

She saw Cole's hand touch hers and gently pry her fingers open to pull the napkin out of her palm. He replaced it with his fingers. The gesture was so sweet Kayla knew she was going to cry. She also knew she was going to tell Cole everything. He was the only person who knew that beneath her tough exterior, lied the softest of hearts. She just hoped her spilling wouldn't create any problems for Dean because Cole was very protective of her and acted irrationally when it came to her. She remembered when Cole taught her how to throw a punch so that she could punch anyone who fucked with her if he wasn't around to do the punching himself. Kayla smiled and felt a tear slip down her cheek.

"Shit!" Cole muttered and promptly leaned over to wipe at her cheek with a handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket. "Kay, what is it?"

"Oh my God, Cole I'm not tearing up because of whatever is bothering me. Honest. I'm just...thanks for being you." She said in a small voice.

"Hey, you're the sister I never had. And no one fucks with my Kayla. If anyone dares fuck with you, I'm gonna huff and puff and..." He broke off when Kayla burst into laughter.

"You're nuts you know that? Okay here goes. I...I hooked up with Dean. And..."

"What?" Dean bellowed, his eyes widening. "What do you mean you hooked..."

"Keep your voice down Asshole. Do you what the whole frigging restaurant to hear?" Kayla asked turning to look around. "Jeez!"

"You actually slept with him?" Cole whispered, and promptly groaned at Kayla's nod. "What the fuck were you thinking Kay?"

"That's just it. I wasn't thinking." Kayla said quietly, looking down at her fingers.

Cole sighed and reached out to tilt Kayla's chin up. "Kay, I've known for a while that you have the hots for him."

"What?" It was Kayla's turn to exclaim, her face turning rosy pink.

"Don't bother denying it. I didn't say anything because I knew you were sensible enough to know he's bad news. I love Dean like a brother, but I'll be the first to admit no woman is safe around him. What made you...he didn't force himself on you did..." Cole's voice had gone lethal.

"No, no. Nothing like that. I...I might have done the forcing." Kayla said with a sheepish look, covering her face when Cole groaned.

"Kay..." Dean ran his fingers through his low cropped hair in frustration. "When was this and what happened after?"

"On the Island. Nothing happened after. I had to promise it was...going to be a onetime thing before he...went through with it." A frown appeared on Kayla's face, marring the space between her brows. "Look Cole, this is really none of your business. We're both adults and we had a deal so..."

"A deal?" Cole actually screeched. "You made a fucking deal to just fuck each other and forget about it? Jesus Kay. You're not that kind of girl."

"Well he didn't know that initially. He thought I was...'worldly'." Kayla said giving the word quotations with her fingers.

"Is that what he said?" Cole's eyes narrowed dangerously. "He thought you were a slut?"

"Cole calm down." Kayla didn't like it when Cole got worked up.

"Don't tell me to calm down. Why else would he make such a deal with you? Of course he thought you were a slut. Asking for it and all. Fuck Kay!" Cole hit the palm of his hand against his forehead in frustration.

"Well he didn't think so for long. And the deal was actually made after he realized I wasn't that worldly after all." Kayla said with a shrug. 

"At what point exactly did you kids make that deal?" Cole sounded pissed off.

"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 onetime 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 door bell 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 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 suite 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 this 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. 

"Oh, God," she whispered shakily as he continued to suck her taut flesh, a hand moving to her butt to press her tighter against his thigh. 

Dean felt her wetness soak through his jeans and let out such a sexy moan, Kayla shivered. He withdrew his thigh from between hers, delighting in Kayla's cry of protest.

"Dean, please," she gasped. She thought she would definitely end up in a mental institution if Dean stopped at that point. Surely he wasn't that cruel, she hoped.

Kayla gave a lusty cry and nearly crumpled to the ground when she felt Dean's thick finger inside her wet folds, his thumb drawing devastatingly slow circles on her enlarged clit. His strong arm around her waist held her up. As those wicked fingers worked gently and maddeningly on her, Kayla undulated shamelessly against them, her head falling back in ecstasy. His fingers stroked and strummed her, wreaking wonderful havoc on her slick flesh. It felt so good she sobbed with pleasure. She was supposed to fight this, avoid this, be angry at him, but she couldn't fight the pleasure that built until it felt like fire was searing her insides and tearing through her mind. 

With a scream, Kayla unraveled around those fingers. She went to pieces as Dean kept a tight squeeze on her pulsing clit with his thumb and forefinger, whilst pushing two fingers deeply inside her. Her pussy convulsed rhythmically around his fingers. Her legs turned to jelly and she sagged against Dean, breathing harshly. He kissed her gently on her swollen lips, their tongues dancing around each other, drawing a groan from Dean. When they came up for air, he gently withdrew his fingers from between her legs, slightly shaking his head at her when he saw her face flame with mortification. She leaned her forehead against Dean's chest as she shivered uncontrollably. He stroked her hair soothingly as she tried to bring her breathing under control.

"I can't help it Kay." Dean muttered, feeling Kayla jerk at the sound of his voice. "I've tried to stay away from you these past weeks. God knows I've tried. I can't anymore."

"What did he say to you?" Kayla asked, her voice muffled because of the position of her head.

"What did who say?" Dean asked, sounding genuinely confused.

Kayla looked up at him then. "Didn't Cole talk to...never mind. Dean, just because you want to fuck me doesn't..."

"Damn right I want to fuck you Kayla. But it's not just that. What I feel is more than mere fucking."

Kayla snorted. "Dean come on, this is me you're talking to." All Dean ever wanted with ladies was to get his rocks off and everyone knew that.

"Look, I've tried hooking up with other women these past weeks but it just doesn't help. I've jacked off until my balls are blue, just thinking about you and it doesn't help either. Nothing's going to help until I have you again. I know that. But it's not just about the sex Kay. I...I don't know how to describe it but..." Dean unconsciously rubbed his chest. 

Kayla's breath hitched in her throat. Dean looked lost and confused. She knew she should be furious at him, but surprisingly, all she wanted to do was hold him and comfort him, which didn't make any sense to her. But the little voice inside Kayla's head told her not to take Dean seriously as what he had just said could be one of his lines. It was a known fact that if Dean Broody wanted to fuck anyone, he would say and do anything to get into their pants.

"Listen Dean, you know this can't work. We have to move on."

"I don't want to." Dean whispered.

"Dean..."

"Please Kayla. I'm going out of my fucking mind here." Dean rasped, and she'd never heard him sound so fierce.

"I think we should..."

"And that's your problem right there Kay. You think too much. Just let go and feel." 

"I thought I did just that on the Island." Kayla said in a shaky voice. God, how she wanted this man!

"So what are you afraid of now?"

"I gave you my word."

"Break it."

"Dean..." A whimper escaped Kayla when Dean's lips grazed her left ear.

"Don't think Kay. Just feel." The sound of his voice was so soft and erotic her pussy clenched.

Then he was bending to capture her lips in another scorching kiss. And just like that, her protests slid away. She wanted him...all of him. Kayla knew she was probably acting like a bitch in heat but she needed him, needed to feel him inside her one more time. She would think of the consequence later. But for now, she just wanted to feel. Her hand slid down to the bulge at his groin and squeezed, almost coming again at the lusty groan that tore out of Dean.

"Jesus Christ, Kay." He whispered into her mouth. "What the hell are you doing to me? I want you so bad it hurts."

Dean loosened the sash holding Kayla's robe together. When it fell open, he broke off the kiss and stared at the naked, sexy, alluring body beneath it and almost drooled. 

"God, you're beautiful." He cupped her face in his hands and threaded his fingers through her hair. Then his hands were moving down to her tiny waist and he was picking her up. Dean turned around and planted her back against the door. "Put your legs around me Kay." He husked.

Kayla did as instructed and immediately felt Dean's hot erection probing against her pussy lips and, oh, he felt enormous. She gasped, wondering at which point Dean had released his hard cock from his jeans. Then her breath caught on a groan and she tensed, remembering the pain she had endured the last time.

Dean sensed her fear and quickly reassured her, "It's not gonna hurt this time."

Then taking her lips with his, he gently pushed into her folds, his thick shaft stretching her, filling her, invading her silky, soft, wet heat. Dean nearly came right there when Kayla tightened around him.

"Oh, yes," he groaned, his voice shaking.

A shockwave pulsed through Kayla's body as she felt Dean moving deeper into her. Her pussy adjusted to the overwhelming stretch and accepted him greedily. She loved how he felt inside her, thick and deliciously intense. She locked her legs tighter around him and gave a throaty moan. Dean smiled when Kayla gave that low throaty moan.

"Good?" Dean asked against her lips.

"It feels too good." Kayla breathed, her mouth falling open against Dean's. The feeling was indescribable. That sweet nerve-stimulating sensation of being penetrated, feeling that hard flesh fill her up, was totally out of this world. Penetration was definitely a new high for her.

"Do you have any idea how good you feel?" Dean breathed against her lips.

Then he deepened the kiss, his tongue swirling erotically around hers. Kayla loved his taste, felt intoxicated by it. She felt her head spin with pleasure as Dean started moving slowly within her. One of his hands slid beneath her bottom to hold her tighter against him as he took her with gentle thrusts, driving her out of her mind with deep, slow strokes. Kayla gave a lusty moan and brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, looking Dean in the eye.

"You feel amazing Dean." She whispered, seeking his mouth for a spine-tingling kiss even as she tightened her legs around him, trying to keep up with his rhythm, but in the end she let him drive them both toward bliss.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 04



"Have you thought about this as much as I have?" He murmured against her lips.

"Every second." She breathed.

Kayla's breathy moans and cries of pleasure were music to Dean's ear and they spurred him on. She whimpered, her body clenching around his cock when he went even deeper, stretching her till her muscles expanded around his girth. She rippled and constricted around him, tighter and tighter, drawing groans from Dean. 

"Oh fuck Kay." Dean swore as his head fell back in abandon.

With a guttural cry, Dean jammed into her in a series of deep, firm thrusts. He gave it to her hard and fast, showing no mercy. His hot, wet mouth fastened to the side of her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and driving Kayla even more out of her mind. She cried with the pleasure of it, her entire body shivering with delight as he fucked her thoroughly, the sounds of their joining, loud in the quiet living room. Her mouth fell open as she threw her head back in ecstasy, not even feeling it when her head hit the door. Kayla was mindless with pleasure. Dean pounded relentlessly into her, rotating erotically within her, rubbing that pleasurable spot inside her and grinding against her clit the whole time. 

There was no fighting her orgasm when it hit. Kayla's thighs locked down on his hips as her world exploded. She kept screaming his name as wave after wave of thunderous rapture swept through her, each contraction seeming to allow him deeper inside her. Her orgasm was so explosive her whole body shook uncontrollably as she clung to Dean.

Before she could completely catch her breath, however, Dean's hands slid down between them, finding and stroking her clit persistently with his fingers as he continued to drive his cock into her with control and power. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as another orgasm tore through her.

"Oh God. Oh God! Dean!" Her cries became ear-splitting shouts.

Dean watched Kayla's eyes dilate, looking blissed out, with tendrils of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and thought no woman could look as hot as she did that very moment. He could watch her in this state forever.

"God, I can't get enough of you," he murmured, just as he leaned down and took that nipple with the ring back into his mouth and worked on it like his life depended on it. 

Kayla lost all ability to breathe. She felt each pull on the ring deep within her pussy where his hard cock thrust leisurely. Then Dean's thumb started circling and rubbing her clit with maddening speed. 

"Don't stop, don't stop... ohhh..." Kayla felt another impending explosion and couldn't believe she was about to have another orgasm. Surely too much of that could be harmful. "Oh My God!" She screamed as all hell broke loose in her body and she surrendered to a powerful climax. irrepressible tears streamed from her eyes.

"Kayla." Dean whispered her name as he watched the tears flowing in earnest. But for the ecstatic expression on her face, Dean would have stopped because seeing her tears made him want to destroy something. Her expression however implied he was rocking her world and Dean knew he would give and do anything to see that look any day. God, she was exquisite.

"Dean, you've got to stop please." Kayla cried out. She didn't think she could take any more. She was nearly hyperventilating.

"You sure about that?" Dean husked, shifting his hold on her in such a way that, his forearms were under her thighs, opening her up for a deeper penetration that lodged his hard length against her cervix. Then he increased his tempo, his new angle causing his dick to hit that pleasure spot inside her without mercy. The touch of pain mingling with the pleasure swirling inside her, totally blew Kayla's mind into space. And just like that she felt the beginnings of another climax start at the base of her spine. The intensity of the feelings coursing through Kayla scared her so much a cry wrenched from her throat.

"Please, I can't take any..." But her words turned into an erotic wail as Dean plunged his tongue into her ear, mimicking the movement of his dick inside her.

Eyes closing tightly, Kayla came with a hoarse cry of Dean's name, her entire body convulsing in fierce tremors as another toe-curling orgasm exploded through her. She constricted around him tightly, and she knew, from the erotic sounds he made that he loved it.

"Dean..." Kayla sobbed as she clung tightly to him. "Please."

"Shhh" Dean walked with a trembling Kayla still wrapped around him and deposited her on a nearby couch, his cock still lodged deeply inside her even as he felt liquid fire burn within him, centering on his groin.

With his eyes locked on Kayla's, Dean slipped his hard cock wetly out of her with one hand, and clutching Kayla's fingers tightly with the other, Dean let the wave of his suppressed orgasm roll over him, through him, sweeping him away. All those exquisite contractions his cock had been subjected to whilst inside Kayla, landed him right in the middle of a mind-blowing explosion. He irrepressibly spilled his seed onto her stomach with a hoarse cry, shaking as the ferocious orgasm tore through him. He was coming so hard he forgot to breathe, his head thrown back in ecstasy as everything in his body focused on the pleasure that was ripping through him. Dean continued shaking with the intensity of his release, trying to regain a portion of his senses. 

"Fuck Kay, what are you doing to me? I can't stop coming." Ropes and ropes of cum kept spurting onto her stomach from the broad purpled head of his big thickly veined cock, some going as far as her chin. 

His eyes looked unfocused and wild. When she saw the stark panic, mixed with vulnerability in those beautiful dark blue eyes, Kayla just wanted to hold him. It seemed like the most natural thing to do. She wanted to hold him and never let go. Kayla let go of Dean's fingers, quickly took off her robe and wiped the cum off her stomach, then opened her arms to him.

"Come here, baby." She whispered, surprised at the ease with which the endearment rolled off of her tongue, as if it were said every day. "I want to hold you." 

And without any hesitation, Dean went into her arms, nudging them onto their side so that he wouldn't crush her. Cuddling up against him warmed more than Kayla's body. It warmed her heart. She sighed with contentment as she relaxed against his side, her head resting on his shoulder.

Silence reigned supreme as the two sated friends drifted in their thoughts, both wanting to acknowledge that what had just happened between them went beyond sex, yet both afraid that their feelings would not be returned. 

Kayla knew she had to end what was going on. She didn't want to but knew it had to be done in order to guard her heart against heartbreak. She had to let Dean go. Her heart was breaking now but it was for the best. Better now than later. Dean didn't notice the tears that spilled from the beautiful woman he was already falling for...but had no clue.



The Steamy Chase Ch. 05



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

***

"Fuck!" Dean swore and threw the bunched up drawing sheet angrily across the room. 

"Wow, wow! Someone is in a bad mood." Josh Broody, Dean's eldest brother drawled from the doorway, looking at the number of bunched up drawing paper scattered across the room. "What crawled up your arse, little bro?"

"Nothing." Dean muttered rising up from behind his huge desk to meet his brother in the middle of the room, with his hand stretched out to take the envelope his brother was holding.

"Nothing my arse." Josh said taking in Dean's dark expression. "You have a problem, you talk to me kiddo. Now let's hear it?" Josh said, throwing the envelope onto the closest table and folding his arms across his broad chest.

Dean stared at his big brother and sighed. As the eldest brother, Josh took his duties to another level, always making sure he helped his siblings solve whatever problems they had. And Dean would be the first person to acknowledge that Josh always made sure problems go away. If it wasn't for Josh and his penchant for solving problems, Dean didn't know where he would be right now.

Dean signed and run his fingers through his hair in frustration. Then he looked up at Josh with so much worry and confusion in his eyes, his big brother just drew him into his arms, holding him tight. Dean sighed and relaxed into Josh's embrace, allowing all the tension of the past weeks to drain out of him...even if it was for some few minutes. 

After a while Dean stepped back from Josh muttering, "thanks, I needed that."

"Welcome. Now are you going to tell me what the problem is?" Josh asked, looking at his brother. 

"Where's Jake's drawin..."

"Jake's drawing can wait. Come and sit down and talk to me Dean." Josh said moving to sit in the plush couch at the seating area of Dean's insanely huge office.

Dean actually needed the space for the type of work that he did. The office was so uniquely well-designed that anyone who walked into it appreciated the skill and planning that had been put into it. Besides the elegant seating area, there was another desk where he did his manual drawings and sketches whenever he felt like it. He however used his main desk more often as most of the time, he used his computer to design and create technical drawings. There was a well-stocked bar, and a 102-inch screen projected on the wall, that was currently showing a documentary on the National Geographic channel. 

Dean fell into the couch beside his brother with a groan. "Josh really, it's nothing you have to worry yourself over."

"Let me be the judge of that kiddo. Besides, your face shows whatever it is, is really eating you up. Let's hear it."

"It's about a girl." Dean murmured.

"What?" Josh bellowed, making Dean wince. "You're mooning over a girl?"

"It's not like that. I'm jus..."

"Who are you? And what the fuck have you done to my brother?"

"Fuck off Josh." Dean gave Josh an angry look.

"Sorry bro, but put yourself in my shoes. You? Having female trouble? No!" Josh finished, shaking his head.

"I'm crazy about her Josh." Dean muttered.

Josh looked at his brother incredulously, wondering whether he had heard Dean right. "Listen kiddo, if you want her, just go for her. What is stopping you?" Dean had girls throwing themselves at him all the time so Josh couldn't understand why..."Unless of course she..."

"She doesn't what me Josh." Dean finished dejectedly and promptly groaned when Josh burst into uproarious laughter. "Now you see why I didn't wanna tell you?"

"I'm so...sorry bro." Josh said trying to bring his laughter under control. "Sorry. Why doesn't she want you? Are you losing your touch? And why must her not wanting you bother you anyway? You are Dean Broody. Just move on to another chic. What is this girl? Gold?"

"Just a thought of her and BAM...I want to have her. Problem is, I can't stop thinking about her, Josh. See my problem?"

Josh grinned. "So...you're in lust with her. All you..."

"It's more than that." Dean said heatedly, cutting Josh off. "I have all these feeling inside me...I don't understand it Josh. I'm totally confused."

"Do you know anyone the girl is close with? What's her name by the way?"

"She's Kayla. And she's close with Cole."

"Cole? Has he hit it already? Are you guys..."

"No nothing like that. She's his personal assistant but they are really close. He sees her as his kid sister."

"Oh now I get it. You don't want Cole to know you have the hots for his PA, who he protects as though she were his sister. 'Cause if I were Cole and I knew this, I'd kill you."

"Thanks a lot bro. And for your information, Cole knows." 

"And what is he saying about it?"

"That's just it Josh. He hasn't said a word."

"How did he find out?"

Dean remained quiet for a while, remembering Kayla's words. "Kayla told him. More like, he drilled it out of her."

"Like I'm doing now huh?"

"A-huh."

"So she told you she's told Cole about you two and you didn't think it was necessary to talk to Cole?" Josh asked with raised brows. "Am I missing something here?"

"What am I supposed to say Josh? Hey I fucked your PA and I want her to be mine..."

"You fucked her?" Josh looked incredulous. "And what did you just say? You want her to be yours? Dude, she's not a toy."

"Don't you think I know that?" Dean snapped.

"Great. I was going to suggest you get someone close to her to link you guys up, fuck her and get her out of your system. But it looks like..."

"Been there, done that." Dean drawled. 

"And that make this more serious and complicated. Talk to Cole, Dean. That's your best bet. Trust me. As for this chic, I need to meet her." Josh grinned.

"You really think I should talk to Cole?" Dean asked quietly.

"Yep. Maybe you should take Kyle along when you're going to talk to him. He looks like the only sensible person amongst you lot."

"Don't you mean the most quiet?" Dean drawled. "Don't let the idiot fool you. He's only moody because of his brother's illness."

"Okay, Chris then. Just someone who'll have the sense to hold Cole back when he starts throwing punches."

"And you think Chris would stop him? Thanks but I'll take my chances. I'll talk to the idiot. And if he makes one violent move, I'll beat him to a pulp."

"Settle down Tyson. You want his 'sister'. It will be better if you pretend you can't make a fist to save your own life. Go have that talk and keep me posted. Jake's stuff is on the table. Call him directly if there's anything to discuss. I don't have time for your bullshit." Josh said, heading for the door. His son wanted his quarters done in a certain way which he had sketched for his Uncle Dean to work on.

Dean leaned his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes, thinking back to that fateful evening a week ago, when Kayla had crushed his hopes.

***

She was mouth-wateringly exquisite. Her head rested on his chest as he stroked her back, loving the softness of her skin. Dean loved the feel of Kayla against him, her head on his chest, the way her nude body was snuggled tightly against him, the delectable curve of her body...he couldn't stop pressing gentle kisses on her damp hair. He could get used to this, Dean thought. But instantly, panic flared through him, swelling in his chest. Could he do this? Could he get serious about Kayla and not hurt her? Could he... 

"Dean?" Dean heard Kayla call his name softly.

"Yes Kay." Dean took a deep breath, trying to bring his erratic heartbeat under control. 

"We need to talk." She stated simply.

Even as Dean wondered whether Kayla had felt his panic, he felt his heart sinking. "What?" He whispered, looking down into beautiful green eyes.

"I'll be right back." Kayla said, getting off the couch and heading towards her room, her succulent arse on display. 

Dean gulped, willing his dick to stop taking notice. Kayla probably wanted to look decent for whatever she was going to talk about, which Dean had a feeling was not in his favour. Shit! He stood up and zipped up his pants, bringing a semblance of order to his disheveled state. 

Kayla came back into the living room, looking cool in black leggings and a long body-hugging grey t-shirt. Dean stared. No matter what Kayla wore, she looked hot. Dean however wished he could take that hot outfit right off that body. He felt his cock jerk inside his pants and groaned low in his throat. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he wanted to worship that body till the end of time. Oh shit! He was in big trouble.

Kayla sat in the chair opposite the couch Dean was sitting on, and cleared her throat. "Dean, this must not happen again..."

"Kay..." Dean begun but stopped when Kayla raised her hand for silence.

"No Dean, hear me out. We both enjoy the sex but we have to be real here..."

"Fuck Kay, this is..."

"Dean please. Allow me to finish." She looked at Dean till he leaned back in the couch with his arms folded across his chest. Then she calmly continued. "Thank you. Listen, one of us has to act sensibly to avoid future problems. It's not like I don't want you. You know I do. These past weeks have been hell Dean. I've craved your touch. All the time actually. You're that good. But of course you already knew that. All those girls must have already told you how great you are." Dean's lips tightened but he didn't say anything.

"But I'm not that kind of girl Dean. Contrary to what you might think due to how I threw myself at you on the Island...and how I allowed you to have your way with me tonight, I'm not into casual sex. Hell, I wouldn't have been a 'Mary' at twenty-four if I were." Kayla said, giving the word quotations. She smiled when Dean groaned.

"We've known each other for years Dean." She continued. "So I think I know you well enough. You are not my kind of man, neither am I your kind of woman. We both want different things and have totally different perception on life. This, between us, is a waste of our time and it stops today. That's all I wanted to say to you."

Dean sat quietly for a while and stood up, watching as Kayla stood as well. "What was that you said about Cole?" He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow when he saw Kayla flush.

"It was nothing." Kayla muttered.

"Hey, just tell me. I want to know please."

"Well...he must have picked up on my mood and asked me...what was bothering me. I told him. I'm sorry." Kayla whispered.

Dean shook his head. "Don't be. It's okay."

"For what it's worth, I told him I threw myself at you." Kayla added in a small voice, making Dean smile. How he wanted to hug her, feel that body against his, feel those boobs rubbing...

"You shouldn't have but thanks." Dean's voice had turned husky. "Listen..." Dean tugged his left hand into his back pocket and squeezed his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand. "...what will it take? What can I do to convince you that, this is different? This is not just about sex. Yes I want you. I wish I could have you in my bed twenty-four-seven." Dean smiled when he saw Kayla's blush. "Fuck you till you can't walk."

Dean heard Kayla moan softly in her throat and watched her eyes glaze over. At least the feeling was mutual, Dean thought. They both wanted to fuck the hell out of each other.

"Yes, I want that. But what I'm feeling is more than sex Kay. I want you to be mine. So tell me...what will it take to convince you that I'm serious?"

Dean watched as Kayla slowly shook her head. "Nothing." She whispered. "I know you Dean. I've seen what you've done to other girls and I'm not going to allow you to do same to me no matter how much I want you. I just can't."

Dean was dying inside. "Nothing at all?" His voice was quiet.

"No." Just one word, but it sounded so final.

Dean sighed and stepped towards Kayla. 

"Dean..." Kayla whispered, taking a step back.

"I just want a hug. I'm not going to do anything more. Promise." Dean said opening his arms to Kayla.

After a slight hesitation, Kayla walked into his arm and wound her arms around his waist. She was stiff initially but relaxed eventually and laid her head on Dean's chest. Dean buried his face in Kayla's hair and inhaled. 

"I'm not going to give up Kay. If I have to move heaven and earth, to convince you that my intentions are honourable, I'm going to do it. I swear!" Dean's voice sounded muffled but he knew Kayla heard every word.

With an effort, especially so when he saw the tears on Kayla's face, Dean headed for the door.

***

Dean groaned, the feeling of loss that never failed to flash through him anytime he recalled his last conversation with Kayla, whirling through him. He looked up at the clock. It was almost seven p.m. He knew the boys were not going to meet today as Chris, Damon and Matt were out of town, Michael was on call at the hospital and Kyle had his hands full with his brother, Ken, who had refused to undergo any more chemotherapy. Dean reached for his phone, remembering Cole saying Briana was writing her end of semester exams. That would mean she was in school and Cole was home alone. 

Cole picked up on the first ring. "Hey." Cole's voice sounded like he was doing something.

"Hey. Busy?" Dean asked.

"Just packing some boxes. Sup?"

"Can I come see you?" Dean asked quietly.

After a slight pause, Cole's voice came back on. "Sure. Get some pizza on the way. Pepperoni and cheese for me." Then he hanged up.

"Asshole." Dean muttered. It was obvious Cole knew why he wanted to see him and the idiot was having fun.

Dean grabbed his keys and headed for the door. What's the worst that could happen?

***

"You dick!" Was Cole's first words when he opened the door. Then he took the pizza from Dean and headed for the den, which the called the 'boyz ghetto'. 

The 'boyz ghetto' was where the guys had fun whenever it was Cole's turn to entertain on Saturdays. It was a big plush game room. It had Massaging recliners, home theatre, stereo, video games, dartboard, pool table, wet bar, and, through a set of French doors, an enormous rooftop balcony complete with hot tub and a BBQ setup. 

Dean closed and locked the door and followed Cole into the den. He removed his shoes and took off his shirt, leaving his undershirt. Cole was already seated in front of the huge LED TV and opening one of the pizza boxes. Dean went to the fridge in the corner and got out some beers, throwing one to Cole, who promptly opened it and took a long swallow. Dean sat and opened his and took a much slower swallow, staring at the TV the whole time.

"Hey, eat." Cole said, pushing the pizza towards Dean. "You need your strength for what I'm about to do to you."

"Cole..."

"Relax. She told me she ambushed you. Actually, that's the only reason you're not in the hospital right now dude. That was Kayla for goodness sake. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't." Dean muttered reaching for a slice of pizza.

"Oh you were thinking alright. With your dick. Jeez." Cole muttered.

They ate in silence, the only sound the low voice of the newscaster on CNN. 

"So what now?" Dean eventually broke the silence. "What do I do?"

"What do you want exactly Dean?" Cole asked turning to look at his friend. He looked so defeated, Cole felt sorry for him.

"I want her Cole."

"Of course any hot-blooded male would want her. How do you want her Dean? And don't tell me on her back with you buried deep inside her or I swear to God, I'll punch you." Cole said looking at Dean.

Dean shook his head slowly and turned to look at Cole. "I want her for real. To be mine. I want exclusive with her." 

"You see, that's just it. She knows you. And she knows you're not serious about any woman. You just use them and discard them. Kayla is too smart to allow herself to be treated like that. She doesn't trust you dude. Hell, I don't trust you when it comes to women. And I'm a guy."

"Then I'm going to make her if it's the last thing I do." Dean said heatedly.

"Tell me, why do you want her?"

A look of pure desire appeared on Dean's face. "She's beautiful, funny and smart. And she has an arse that is so sexy that I struggle to even understand it."

"You wanna crochet that into a pillow and send it to her grandmother?"

"Her grandmother is dead asshole."

"And so will you be if you don't stop talking about her arse. I'm sure Kay is lovely and all that but there are a million girls out there. You could take your pick. 'Cause if you fuck Kayla up, you're not going to lose just her. You're going to lose me too." Cole sounded dead serious.

"I want romance with her. I want..."

"Dude, when it comes to you and romance, something always happens. Much as I love you, something always happens."

"I resent that you jerk. I've had some relationships that were successful." Dean growled.

"Before they went absolutely nowhere." Cole retorted and immediately regretted it at the hurt look on Dean's face. "I'm sorry I didn't mean that."

"Yes you did. I know I'm an asshole but..."

"You don't want to hear the word commitment. We all didn't. But when the right person comes along, it's like being hit by a tornado. You don't even notice till you're swept away." Cole said staring off into space.

"I've never felt this way about anyone Cole. I don't know what she did to me but all I do is think about her. She's the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I'm going to sleep. I want her in my arms all the frigging time...just to hold her. And when I see her...my heart beats so fast and hard I fear I'm going to have a heart attack. As for my dick, I don't even want to talk about it. She's like liquor running through my veins ..."

"I'll be damned!" Cole whispered but Dean didn't even hear him. He was lost in his own world, talking about Kayla. Cole just knew his friend had fallen for Kayla but didn't even know it. Well he wasn't going to say anything about that. What he was going to do, was help Dean convince Kayla that he was serious about her. That Dean wasn't just lusting after her body, but wanted a real relationship with her.

"Are you listening to me dude?" Dean asked Cole who seemed lost in thought.

"I heard you. And we're going to convince Kayla, that neither are you after sex, nor do you want to add her to your conquest list. So help me God, if you go fucking this up by hitting that pussy again..."

"I swear I'm not gonna touch her if that's what it'll take to convince her. Wait...what if she asks me to?"

"Especially when she asks Dean. No matter how much she pleads, don't fuck her." That's the only way you can convince her that you're not doing all the chasing because of sex."

"No matter how much she begs me to fuck her, I won't." But Dean knew even as he spoke, that there was no way he could resist an aroused Kayla. It was going to be a real challenge.

"Dude, we're going to try to make a point so work with me here. No sex."

"No sex." Dean repeated.

"Good. The chase is on!" 

***

"Kay, could you please come in here for a sec." Kayla heard Cole say through the intercom.

"Certainly Cole." Kayla snapped out of her thoughts and got up from behind her desk.

It was a Monday, two weeks after telling Dean it wasn't going to work between them right after having the most amazing sexual encounter of her life. But then, every encounter with Dean made their previous encounters seem like a joke. When he ate her out on the Island, she thought nothing could be that good, till he had fucked her. Then she thought there was nothing as amazing as having Dean inside her. But their last encounter had been simply mind blowing. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had. Kayla was getting wet just by recalling that explosive experience. She kept asking herself whether she had done the right thing by cutting Dean off. But she knew it was for the best. That didn't however stop her from wishing and lusting after that hot specimen of a man. Dean was like an addiction to her. The more she told herself to stay away from him, the more she wanted him. Unfortunately, school was out so she didn't have any other thing, besides her job, to keep her occupied. That meant all she did at her free time and at home was think about Dean. She needed help...and fast!




The Steamy Chase Ch. 05



Taking a deep breath, Kayla put a smile on her face and entered Cole's office. She made it a point to look happy whenever she had to face Cole as she didn't want another third degree.

"Kay, I would like you to do something for me." Cole said, looking up at Kayla.

"Name it Boss." She promptly replied.

"We have a new client in Dubai, who wants us there to go over some stuff and close some deals for him. Meetings will be held on Sunday and Monday..."

"Cole, you can't be there on Monday. The 

Annual General Meeting..."

"I know." Cole said nodding his head. "That's why I want you to go."

Kayla stared at Cole as if he had grown horns. "Cole..." She begun but Cole stood up and walked to where Kayla stood.

"Kayla, it's just like the MacNamara case. You handled it perfectly. I want you there by Thursday. You will use Friday and Saturday to go over the documents. Then you will sign and close the deal after the meetings on Monday. Piece of cake." Cole grinned at Kayla.

"But Cole the ideal thing to do is use one of the junior lawyers. Besides, MacNamara was not a new client. This one is. I don't think they will be okay with me..."

"Hey, you can do a better job than any of the junior lawyers. Like I said, it will be a piece of cake. I'll be with you every step of the way."

"Okay." Kayla said softly. "And thanks." Kayla sighed. "I do need something to occupy me now 

that school is out." She muttered.

"I know. Come here." Cole drew Kayla into his arms and gave her a tight hug. "Don't think too much. Take whatever happens to you in your stride and make yourself happy. I know the unknown is scary but sometimes, if you take a leap of faith, things go so well you look back and ask yourself...why did I waste time being negative? Everything works for the best. Believe!" Cole said, dropping a kiss on Kayla's forehead. "Now get to Human Resource. They have to start working on your visa." 

He escorted a confused looking Kayla out of his office and firmly closed the door behind her, leaving her confused as to what exactly Cole was referring to. The trip to Dubai or her relationship with Dean. 

***

"Seventeen frigging hours and ten minutes? Cole my legs are not going to function by the time I land." Kayla wailed following Cole onto the tarmac.

Cole cracked up laughing. "Trust me, they will." 

"Okay for you to say. You're not the one going to be scooped in for almost eighteen hours."

"It will be more fun since you'll be flying on a private jet. You will enjoy the experience." Cole said with a twinkle in his eyes. "That's the plane right there." Cole said pointing to a plane with the inscription, D.B-001.

"Oh my God, it's big. D-B-0-0-1, is that someone's initials or a name of a company?" Kayla asked, wide-eyed.

"I think it's a name of a company. Come on, let's stroll to the plane. We don't need the car. A little exercise won't kill us." Cole drawled taking hold of Kayla's hand and walking with her towards the plane.

"Are you sure this Andrew guy is not some rich old sheikh?" Kayla looked up at Cole.

Cole burst into uproarious laughter. "I didn't know there were sheikhs called Andrew. Maybe he's a young sheikh or a prince who's going to sweep you off your feet and make you forget all your woes.

"Prince Charming? Yeah right. I wish." Kayla said. 

By the time the two got to the plane, Cole had gone over all the things Kayla was to look out for. And from the look on her face, Kayla was looking forward to the trip.

"Have a safe trip Kay. And have fun. That's very important girl. Let yourself go and have fun okay?"

"Cole?" Kayla looked up at Cole with a slight frown on her beautiful face.

"Yes?"

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

Cole looked at Kayla quietly for a while, then asked in a smooth voice. "Do you trust me Kay?"

"Yes." Kayla answered without hesitating.

"Good. I've told you all you need to know." Cole said pushing a strand of hair away from Kayla's eye.

"Okay." Kayla said smiling up at Cole.

"And like I said, if you need more money, just let me know. But I can bet my last cent you're probably not even going to use what you have on you. Your host will take good care of you. I trust him." Cole leaned down to kiss Kayla on both cheeks, then giving her a final hug, turned her towards the airstairs.

***

As Kayla sipped her drink, waiting for take-off, she took in her surroundings and acknowledged the fact that the plane was indeed a very luxurious one. The interior screamed luxury. The owner must be really rich she thought. She was yet to meet him. The pilot had come to say hello when she had gotten on board. Kayla thought he was a nice man. The hostess, Anna, was also a really nice lady. 

The plane eventually took off and soon after, the pilot announced that they could feel free to move about the cabin. Kayla unbuckled her belt, snorting at the announcement. She was amused because the announcement made it sound as though there were lots of people on board, when in fact, she was the only passenger as far as she was concerned. The owner had still not made an appearance. Either he was a lazy bum who was sleeping his life away somewhere on the plane, or he was a workaholic and was busily working. That's what rich people did right? Work! Kayla knew he would show his face at a point as he was supposed to be her host in Dubai as well. 

Andrew! Cole said he was a dean in one of the universities in Dubai. She had a feeling Cole was not disclosing something but he seemed to have a lot of faith in the man. He said they were very good friends and he was a good guy. She hadn't known Cole had such a close pal in Dubai. Anyway, once Cole trusted the guy, Kayla knew she was in good hands. And she was still grateful that he had allowed her to enjoy his luxury plane.

"May I get you anything Madam?" Anna, the hostess asked Kayla with a smile.

"Oh no. I'm okay for now thanks." She said.

Kayla picked up her handbag from the mini compartment beside her seat and took out her book to read. But just as she was about to open it, she heard a voice that made her heart nearly jump out of her chest.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

With a gasp, Kayla looked up into gorgeous dark blue eyes that had been hunting her dreams for...years. 

"Dean." She breathed.



The Steamy Chase Ch. 06



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

***

Kayla couldn't remember a time she had been this deliriously happy. A determined Dean was a delightfully terrific guy. Right from the moment he had finally shown his face on the plane, to landing in Dubai, he had made Kayla fall even more in love with him. For a moment on the plane, Kayla couldn't believe he was the same Andrew Cole had spoken of. Dean had to show her his passport to prove that Andrew was indeed his middle name. 

"He didn't lie to you Kay." Dean said trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up within him.

"Yeah whatever." Kayla had snapped with a mock scowl. "A dean in a university in Dubai? Really?"

Dean had laughed so hard he had erupted into coughs, alarming a scowling Kayla who quickly handed over her apple drink. "Here, drink this before you die on me you jerk."

"Your boss is the jerk." Dean said after gulping down the drink and catching his breath. "Is that the best he could come up with?"

"You are both morons." Kayla retorted, and then with a sudden groan, buried her face in her palm. "D-B 001. I should have known."

"Don't beat yourself up hon. I was the last person you expected to be your ticket to Dubai."

"Yeah tell me about it."

And Dean had made her flight a blissfully memorable one. She hadn't slept a wink. They had watched movies, played scrabble, ate really delicious meals and generally had fun.

When they got to Dubai, Kayla got to know that Dean had booked them into the elegant Burj Al Arab hotel, which was consistently voted the world's most luxurious hotel. Kayla had a whole suite to herself. They were both so tired they had gone straight to bed. Kayla woke up around nine p.m. to her bedside phone ringing. It was Dean.

"We have to eat sometime Kay." He drawled.

Kayla laughed softly, stretching. "God I'm famished."

"Good. I'll be at your door in fifteen."

"I'll be ready."

When Kayla opened her door, Dean gave a low whistle. She was looking hot and elegant in a perfect hourglass shaped maroon alluring tulip dress, which had a really low v-neck, shirred waist and draped skirt. Whilst the dress' low neck gave a hint of Kayla's creamy breasts, Dean couldn't keep his eyes off her exposed beautiful thighs. Black platform heels completed the chic look. Dean swallowed and took a deep breath.

"What are you trying to do to me? Send me to an early grave?" His voice had gone husky.

Kayla chuckled. "They did say dinner was a formal affair Dean."

"Yes but this..." He trailed off staring at her creamy cleavage.

"Hey, I'm up here." Kayla laughed. "Dude, I didn't know I was coming on this trip with you. I just packed what I thought would feel comfortable. So don't think I'm trying to seduce you or anything. 'Cause I'm not."

"I won't complain if you do." Dean drawled making Kayla burst into laughter. "Come, let's go eat."

At the restaurant, almost every man ogled Kayla, making her groan softly. Though she was used to men ogling her all the time, the attention she was getting was rather absurd. That was probably because almost every woman there was...covered up. So much for being comfortable. 

"Told ya." Dean chuckled beside her.

"Do you think I should go and change?"

"Hell no." Dean said pulling out a chair for her to sit.

"Perv." Kayla muttered, making Dean laugh.

They were served food that was so exceptionally delicious the flavour lingered in their minds long after the meal was over. 

"That was some good food." Dean said standing up and reaching for Kayla's hand. "Now let's go explore Dubai."

They were driven around town in Dean's luxury jeep, a sleek 2014 Lexus GX 460, taking in the beautiful sights, with Kayla particularly taking note of the shops which she could visit the following day. Dean had been to Dubai several times as he had a branch of his firm in the country. He therefore didn't need to look around so rather used his time to watch Kayla's delightful expression. He thought she was totally adorable. Their final destination was the luxurious nightclub, Cavalli, where they danced till the crack of dawn. The club was an exclusive one which was known to stock the most expensive champagne in the world, the Louis Roederer, Millennium Cristal Brut 1990. Dean met some friends there who he interacted with for a while, leaving Kayla to enjoy her champagne.

"Hey come on let's dance." Dean said drawing Kayla onto the dance floor. "Hope you're not drunk."

"I'm not. I've learnt my lesson. But that was some good champagne." Kayla drawled moving sensually to the music. 

Dean looked mouth-wateringly sexy in black jeans and a black button-up shirt un-tacked. So handsome, virile, and so masculine a man, any woman would wish to have him for themselves. Kayla had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from dragging him onto the floor and having her way with him in front of all the people in there. All she could comfortably do, was rub against his hot body.

"I must have taken in more than I thought." Kayla purred, knowing she was losing her inhibitions. 

Dean knew he was in trouble when Kayla twined her arms around his neck and started rotating and grinding her hips in rhythm with the music. Her fluid and sensual movements was the epitome of dirty dancing. Dean was so aroused he bit his lip till he tasted blood. Damn Cole! He moved his hands from her back to her hips and rocked back against her, bending his head to kiss her ear.

A cry of pure unadulterated need escaped Kayla's lips when she felt Dean's wet tongue on her ear, tracing her helix. Her vision blurred. She could feel Dean's throbbing erection rubbing against her. Kayla was so wet she was worried she would start dripping onto the floor. Her need for Dean was so strong she was ready to damn the consequence and fuck the shit out of him.

Dean knew they had to get out of there before he lost control, before he fucked her right there on the dance floor.

"Kay..." 

"Yes Dean." Kayla breathed as she lifted beautiful glazed green eyes to his, her lips slightly parted. All dean wanted to do was lean forward and capture those sweet soft lips with his. He leaned in and heard her breath hitch in her throat, her lips trembling with obvious arousal.

"I really can't help it." He whispered, now mere inches from her parted lips. He felt a sudden tightness in his chest, an emotion that gripped his throat and had him staring at her with a need to never have her out of his sight? Where the fuck did that come from, Dean asked himself.

Kayla's gaze which was fixed on his, flicked down to his lips and she let out a sexy little whimper that went straight to Dean's cock, making it jerk. That was it for Dean. With a groan he closed the distance between their lips and crushed his mouth over hers, and then proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of her.

Dean could feel her trembling against him, her fingers pulling at his hair as his lips ate at hers. Her throaty moans only fueled his hunger. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't kiss her deeply enough, strongly enough. Heat exploded inside his body, pouring to his cock, hardening it even more. 

Moaning lustfully, Kayla allowed herself to be swept away with the kiss. She couldn't believe just how much she had missed those exquisite lips against hers. Dean's kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn her on wildly. She was desperate, going out of her mind with want. They both knew they had to stop what was going on before things got out of hand but couldn't bring themselves to release each other's lips. It felt like hours before they came up for air. Kayla was trembling and trying to get some air into her lungs and Dean's breathing was erratic. 

"Let's get out of here Kay." Dean husked drawing a dazed and aroused Kayla after him as he pulled out his phone from his pocket to instruct the chauffeur to meet them out front.

Their chauffeur pulled up immediately they got outside and quickly jumped out to open the door for them but Dean beat him to it. By the time he got into the backseat beside Kayla, the car was already in motion. Kayla didn't waste any time in moving to straddle Dean. She grinded against his erection, drawing a groan from him.

"Fuck baby." He clenched his teeth and fought against the need. The need to fuck her long, deep and slow, until they were both screaming in release. He had never been so turned on in his life.

Lifting her head, she looked up into his eyes, pouring all the invitation into her gaze that she knew how. She wanted him and she wanted him now. Waiting didn't seem to be a viable option.

"God, Dean, I'm so wet." Kayla whispered. She needed him. Knew he also wanted her. But she could sense Dean holding back. If it was going to take her begging for him to give her what she craved...what only he could give her, then so be it. "Please Dean." Her tongue came out to lick her lips which were trembling with so much emotion.

Dean froze, staring down at her. His perfectly shaped lips parted as his gaze dropped to her mouth, watching her pink tongue leave a trail of moisture. With a low growl he cupped her nape, leaned forward and captured those sexy lips with his, giving Kayla a ravenous kiss. When Kayla trapped his tongue and sucked on it erotically, Dean totally lost it. He slid his hand between them and cupped Kayla's heated panty covered pussy, smiling into their kiss when he heard her sigh. Even in the heat of passion, she was so adorable. He gripped the band circling her hips and tore the fragile material from her, the scraps of fabric easily ripping from her body. After quickly pushing the pantie into his breast pocket, his covered her wet heat with his fingers and groaned even as Kayla moaned lustfully. But just as he was about to start torturing Kayla with those wicked fingers, the chauffeur interrupted by loudly clearing his throat.

"We are here Sir." He said, making them conscious of where they were. "Would you want me to drive around Sir?"

Dean groaned and removed his fingers from where they just lay against Kayla. "No, thanks." Dean said tightly and got out of the car, taking note of how shaky Kayla looked. Surely he couldn't leave her like that. That would be cruel he thought.

They got on the elevator with another couple, who couldn't keep their hands off each other. By the time they got to Kayla's suite, Dean had resolved to do the right thing. If he was going to get anywhere with Kayla, he had to be able to control his lust. Kayla was trembling so much she couldn't swipe her card. Dean gently took it from her and opened the door.

"Would you like to..." Kayla looked hopefully at Dean.

"I'll see you later Kay." Dean said leaning down to kiss her on both cheeks. "Get some sleep." And with that, Dean closed the door softly between them and walked away to his suite, cursing Cole the whole time. Turning away from Kayla was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life.

***

Kayla stretched and looked up at the time on the projected clock on the wall. It was twelve past ten. She got out of bed and padded on the plush carpet into the en suite bathroom, taking in her appearance in the large mirror covering the wall on top of the vanity. She watched her face turn beet red when she recalled how wanton she had behaved in the club and in the car on their way to the hotel. Trying to seduce Dean with her dirty dancing, begging for a fuck, shamelessly doing that with a chauffeur present, inviting Dean into her room for an obvious fuck, and the most humiliating of all...getting rejected. She had been so mortified she hadn't been able to sleep for a long time. How could she? But then, when it came to Dean, she didn't really care where she was or who was present. She just needed to feel him inside her. She knew what Dean was doing...trying to steer their relationship away from sex.

"Oh my God!" Kayla muttered aloud as she stepped into the shower, wondering how Dean would perceive her now.

Just as she was coming out of the shower, she heard a knock on her door and knew it was none other than Dean. Not wanting a repeat of what had happened the last time she had gone straight to open her door to Dean from the shower, Kayla pulled on a pantie, bra and a long clingy t-shirt and went to open the door. It was a waiter with a trolley of assorted dishes.

"I've been asked to bring this here Ma'am." The waiter said.

Kayla opened the door wider for him to enter and heard Dean's voice in the hallway, talking on his phone. Kayla went to stand just outside the door and looked at him, willing herself not to drool. Was there ever a time that Dean didn't look sexy and commanding? This morning he was in blue jeans and a grey long-sleeved Henley shirt and boots. He looked totally hot. When Dean spotted Kayla, he walked over to her and drew her into his arms, still talking to whoever was on the phone. When the waiter came out, Dean tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder, not even once releasing his hold on Kayla, and reached into his pocket for some money to tip the waiter.

"Listen Nish, let's discuss it over dinner tomorrow at eight p.m. in my hotel. See you then."

Dean hanged up and drew Kayla into the room, closed the door behind them and promptly pulled her back into his arms. Kayla tightened her arms around him, loving the steady beat of his heart in her ear. And he smelled divine. God, how she loved him.

"Did you sleep well?" Dean asked, dropping a kiss on her forehead when she looked up and nodded. "At least one of us did." He muttered making Kayla laugh.

"And whose fault was that?" She drawled.

"Let's eat." Dean said deliberately changing the subject. "We're going on a desert safari afterwards."

"Really? Great! What should I wear?" Kayla asked looking excited.

"I'll pick something for you when we finish eating." Dean said drawing Kayla to the dining area.

After the delicious meal, they both went up to the bedroom and Dean made a beeline for her closet. He chose a sexy emerald, casually cool, soft, stretchy, cotton dress with a sexy cowl back. It was ridiculously short but what Dean loved about the dress was the fact that it brought out the green in her eyes. Then he picked a black jeggings and really lovely black ankle boots. He looked at Kayla's handbags and turned to look at her with a slight frown. 

"You know what? Dress up. I'll be right back." Then he left a stunned looking Kayla.

Kayla quickly dressed up, styled her hair and made up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled with contentment. She looked good. Just as she was adding a touch of gloss to her lips, she heard Dean enter the suite. He had obviously gone with her card. Kayla shook her head in amusement, turning to watch Dean enter the bedroom with a package in his hand. He reached into it and came up with a classy, large, black Chanel leather bag with emerald edges and handles. Kayla gasped. It was breathtakingly beautiful. 

"Dean you shouldn't have." She whispered, staring at the beautiful bag.

He smirked and brought out a gorgeous ultra-soft black belt, which he promptly buckled loosely around Kayla's hips, giving her an even hotter look. 

"There. That's more like it. Now pack your stuff into the bag and let's hit the road." Dean said dropping a quick kiss on Kayla's lips before stepping back. He raised a brow when he realized Kayla was rooted to where she stood.

"Thank you." She said softly.

"You are most welcome darling. Now move."

Kayla laughed softly and begun putting her stuff into her new bag. The bag was so sweet she could probably just sit and stare at it for hours. She knew it must have cost a fortune and though she felt guilty for accepting it, she felt some kind of joy within that Dean would actually go to such lengths just to make her look and feel good. Though this caring Dean was refreshing, he left Kayla even more confused. With a sigh, she followed Dean out the door.

***

"Oh my God that was fun." Kayla gushed out as they were getting into the car to head back to the hotel. After driving around in the desert dunes for about an hour, they'd stopped to walk around, take pictures and ride on camels. It had been fun. "Thanks for taking me."

"My pleasure. Now time for some pampering at the spa. You up to it?" Dean asked with a grin.

"Oh yes." Kayla squealed, making Dean bark with laughter.

"Good. When you finish changing into your robe, come and call me from my room. I have some mails that I have to quickly respond to."

Kayla did just that. After changing into a large fluffy white robe, she left for Dean's suite. It wasn't locked so she simply entered. Dean was behind his iPad hitting away at the keys so she simply wandered around, taking in her surroundings. It was huge and simply elegant. She went up the stairs to check out his abnormally huge bedrooms. But then, it was the presidential suite so it was only to be expected. Hers was the deluxe one bedroom suite and even that was big. Dean had explained that he always slept in the presidential suite on his trips to Dubai though it was rather huge for just one person. Only God knew what and who he did in his suite on his trips. A sharp pang of jealousy swirled through Kayla even as she tried to suppress it. What was her problem? She didn't have any hold on Dean. She had made her choice on that Friday two weeks ago. She therefore didn't have any right to feel jealous of any woman he chose to bring to his bed did she?

"Kay, I'm done." Dean called from downstairs, startling Kayla. 

She went out onto the landing and looked down just in time to see Dean take off his top, revealing his bare sexy hairy abs. Kayla couldn't control her gasp. If Dean heard her sharp intake of breath, he didn't acknowledge it. He started unbuckling his jeans whilst climbing the stairs. When he got to Kayla, he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom.

"Huge huh?" He grinned. "You should test the water bed." He said, stripping out of his jeans, leaving on his white boxer briefs which did nothing to conceal the large bulge at his groin. Kayla's breath was coming out fast. Was Dean doing this on purpose? She was a second away from jumping him. She gave a sigh of relief when Dean pulled on his robe. "Go on, jump on it."

"Rain check..." Kayla said in a voice she barely recognized as her own. "Maybe later."

"Tell you what, why don't we have dinner in here? Then we can use their water bed as a trampoline. What do you say?" Dean said with a naughty look.

Kayla promptly dissolved into laughter. "Sounds like a plan. You're crazy you know that?"

"You should see what my brothers and I could do when we were kids and still do even now. I want to have only daughters when I start making babies. Boys are terrible." Dean said casually throwing his arms across Kayla's shoulders and walking out of the suite. Kayla's heart started beating rapidly all over again. Babies? Dean Broody talking about making babies? She must be hearing wrong.

***

"God, I'm full." Kayla said with a stretch, feeling all relaxed, thanks to the great massage at the spa earlier. They were in Dean's suite eating dinner. As usual, the food was great.

"Let's sit for a while before we start the jumping game." Dean said with a laugh, moving to sit on the couch in front of the TV with a bottle of Hennessey and two glasses.

Kayla went to sit beside Dean on the couch and took the half-filled glass of Hennessey he offered. She leaned against him and sipped at her drink, watching but not listening to the newscaster on CNN. She felt so much contentment she just wanted to cuddle against Dean. After a while, they moved into the bedroom, lying on their sides facing each other. They talked about themselves, their careers and generally, about their expectations in life. Dean delighted Kayla with stories about his crazy brothers. Whilst most were hilarious, others were so touching Kayla wished she had gotten the privilege of having siblings.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 06



"My parents kept hoping for a girl. That's why my mum ended up in the labour ward all those times. I told her the other day that God probably wanted to punish them." Dean drawled making Kayla burst into laughter.

"You are nuts."

"They actually named one of my brothers Hilary...well, that was his middle name." Dean deadpanned. "That's how bad it was."

Kayla laughed so hard she started wheezing. Dean dashed to the fridge and brought her a bottle of water.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"You mean besides the fact that you want to kill me?" Kayla asked trying to catch her breath. "I'm peachy."

Dean grinned, his adorable dimples on full display. Kayla just melted. Without thinking, she drew his head down and touched her lips to his. It was a soft slow kiss full of emotions that were threatening to burst free. They both lost themselves in the kiss. 

"Dean..." Kayla breathed against his lips. "I...I..."

"Shh..." Dean placed a finger on her lips. "Just sleep here with me." He drew her head to lie on his shoulder and held her like he never wanted to let her go.

After a while Dean heard Kayla breathe evenly and knew she was sleeping. What had she been about to say. A repeat of her last speech? She had probably been about to tell him she wanted to go to her own suite. He just wanted to hold her. Come morning, he wouldn't be surprised if Kayla gave another speech to let him know there was no future for them. But Dean didn't think he was strong enough to let her go as she obviously wanted. It would be like ripping his heart out Dean thought and promptly gasped.

"Oh fuck!" He was in love with Kayla. No one could tell him otherwise. He just knew it. She had come to mean so much to him he couldn't see himself with any other woman. Dean heard Kayla whimper in her sleep and immediately loosened his hold on her. He had been unconsciously squeezing her to him. Shit! 

Kayla had better get ready because he wasn't going to take no for an answer. This time, he was fighting for his life. Because without Kayla, he didn't think his life was worth much.

***

Kayla woke up to the feel of fingers sifting through her hair and opened her eyes to find dark blue eyes staring straight at her. Even as she wondered just how long Dean had been looking at her sleep, she moaned low in her throat at how sexy he looked. Wasn't it a sin or something to look so fine that early in the morning? She groaned when Dean smiled and drawled,

"Morning sexy." Dean's voice sounded deeper and rougher than she's ever heard it.

She loved how he sounded, his voice all slow and sleep-roughened. "What are you doing?" She murmured. 

"Watching you sleep." He answered huskily, his voice sending a shiver of awareness through Kayla.

"Oh God, don't look at me, I probably look awful." Kayla said trying to get out of bed.

"Oh no you don't." Dean said laughing softly and stopping her from getting off the bed. He leaned over her and stared into her blushing face. "You are so beautiful it's not even funny."

Kayla laughed. "That's so corny." 

"Oh yeah? I'll show you corny. Come here." The Dean leaned down and kissed her lingeringly on the lips.

Kayla was instantly so turned on she thought she might come from just the relentless spasming of her needy pussy. Her nipples hardened into hard pebbles, causing a deep ache in her breasts. God, Dean could get her so hot and bothered, it boarded on embarrassment. Whimpering, she rocked her hips against his thigh, aroused, desperate for the feel of any part of him she could get inside her. But even as Kayla panted with excitement, the flesh between her legs trembling with want, her mind picked up on something else. 

"Why do you taste minty?" She breathed into the kiss.

"Well, I got up and gurgled. You didn't think I was just going to wake up and kiss a beautiful woman with a stinky mouth did you?" Dean asked with a straight face.

"Oh my God, Dean..." Kayla said pushing him off her and getting out of bed even as Dean roared with laughter.

"Hey, I'm not beautiful. You don't have to go to that trouble on my account." He laughed.

"Dean, you're gorgeous." Kayla couldn't help screeching in annoyance. "Ever looked in a mirror?" She asked and promptly burst into laughter when Dean's face turned pink. "Are you blushing Dean Broody?" She drawled, turning to enter the bathroom. Her laughter could be heard from inside the bathroom.

By the time she got back to the room, Dean was standing by the bed, holding a wide tray of food. Kayla gasped in surprise, staring at Dean. With a toss of his head, he made Kayla know exactly where he wanted her. She slowly climbed back into bed and watched as Dean set the tray on her lap. There was cereal, coffee, juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, pancakes and a single red rose. Kayla picked up the rose but couldn't seem to have the strength to bring it to her nose and inhale its sweet scent like she was dying to. 

"Thanks Dean. But I don't think I can possibly eat all this." Kayla said in a voice so low Dean had to strain to hear her. She was staring unseeingly at the food.

Dean saw Kayla's lips quiver and swore under his breath. He quickly picked up the tray from her lap and placed it beside her on the bed. Then he moved to sit with his back against the headboard, behind a really emotional Kayla. He pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest and simply held her. When Dean saw a tear slide down her cheek, he turned her to straddle him and kissed it away.

"It's okay baby. Shhh. You sure you're not coming down with something? 'Cause the Kayla I know never cries." Dean murmured teasingly.

"Fuck you." Kayla laughed shakily. "I'm sorry for the waterworks. It's just that no one has ever served me breakfast in bed and..."

"Kay, I was your first. Who were you expecting to serve you breakfast in bed? The guys you left with blue balls?" Kayla burst into laughter. "Or Mother Theresa?"

By now Kayla was laughing so hard Dean feared the juice on the tray would spill onto the bed. He pulled the tray closer and did something that surprised the hell out of Kayla...he fed her. She was lost for words. She felt pampered, cherished and...loved.

"So...ready for some shopping?" Dean asked when they were done with breakfast. "Serious work starts tomorrow."

Dean had explained that his firm had been contracted to put up a building for a bank in Dubai. Coincidentally, the lawyers for his client was her and Cole's firm. Everything had already been finalized so all Kayla had to do was sign the documents on behalf of her firm on Monday. She didn't have to be part of any meeting. That had been just a ploy to get her to go to Dubai to spend time with Dean. Dean on the other hand, had a lot of meetings to attend to before their departure on Wednesday. They were going to be home on Thursday, in time for Thanksgiving. 

"Hmm. So this is the last day I get you fully to myself huh?" Kayla asked, curling up tighter against Dean. She was missing him already.

"Yep."

Kayla was quiet for some time. Then with a sigh, confessed. "I'll miss you."

Dean simply turned and pressed a kiss on her head, wondering how he was going to concentrate on work with Kayla on his mind. 

"Would you want to shower here?" Dean's voice sounded hoarse.

After a slight hesitation, Kayla answered, "why not?"

"Wait here. I'll run you a bath." Then he left to do just that.

By the time Kayla came out of the bathroom clad in a towel, Dean was already showered and dressed in khaki pants and a black polo shirt. Kayla gulped audibly. He looked good enough to eat. He held out one of his t-shirts to Kayla, then grabbing the small towel in her hand, he turned her around to face the mirror in the room and dried her hair with the towel.

After a while, Dean declared in a satisfied voice, "all good" and threw the towel onto a table. "Using a dryer won't take too long now..." Dean trailed off when Kayla turned around swiftly, went on her toes and captured his lips with hers. 

He was stunned initially, then tilting his head, he took over the kiss the way he took over everything...with dominant confidence. His lips, so firm yet soft, pressed against hers. His tongue stroked deep, licking and tasting, causing goose bumps to spread in a wave over Kayla's skin. The moan that tore out of her throat was so sexy Dean felt his cock begin to thicken and lengthen between them, pressing urgently against Kayla's lower belly through his pants and her towel.

One of his hands moved up to cup her nape, capturing her, holding her steady as he kissed her passionately¸ his mouth seeking and ravenous, sucking on her lips and tongue. Dean growled deep in his throat. Though he seemed to have a hold on his control, he couldn't hide the effect Kayla had on him. Kayla on the other hand had totally lost any control she had. She sobbed with need as she rubbed her thighs together. She was going out of her mind. She needed to come so badly. Moaning, she arched into Dean, her fingers clutching at his black hair.

"Dean please..." She pleaded. How had he gotten her so worked up so quickly, Kayla wondered.

Dean groaned, torn between giving Kayla some relief and the need to go by his 'no sex' rule. When he saw tears of frustration well up in Kayla's eyes, he made up his mind. No way was he going to leave her like that. He just couldn't.

"God Kay, you drive me so crazy." He husked as he reached down between her thighs, his fingers delving reverently into her wet, hot and swollen folds. Kayla heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized how soaked her thighs were with her juices.

"I want you so bad Dean." Kayla moaned brokenly. "Please. Please, Dean. I ache with wanting you inside me." Her hand went to her chest in an attempt to loosen her towel.

"Don't." Dean said sharply, stopping Kayla from undoing the knot holding her towel together. 

He knew there was no way he could see that pierced nipple and not fuck her brains out. He was having a hard time stopping himself from releasing his angry cock and plunging into her sweet, hot, wet pussy as it was. Kayla locked her hands around his neck again and drew his head down to take his lips, opening her legs wider to give Dean better access. 

"Dean..." She breathed into the kiss. "Take me.

Kayla's entire body quivered as Dean's long middle finger slid lazily into her, fingering her leisurely, building her need. He slowly fucked her mouth deeply with his tongue simultaneously, moving in rhythm with his finger. Kayla moaned lustfully into the kiss, her hips circling as Dean rubbed against her clit with the pad of his thumb. She gulped air into her struggling lungs as Dean's tongue licked from her mouth to her neck. 

"God baby, I have to taste you." He whispered, pulling his fingers out of her drenched pussy and picking her up. 

Dean strode with Kayla in his arms to the bed and dropped her on it in such a way that, her arse was at the edge of the bed and her legs dangled over. Then he went on his knees between her thighs, pushed the towel out of the way and latched on to her pulsing clit. 

The moment she felt Dean's mouth between her legs, an intense orgasm rocked through Kayla and she cried out as her body convulsed with release. Sensation burst through her with such force that, her back arched and she jerked against Dean's face. Her fingers, which were entwined in his hair tightened, holding his head to her. Dean ignored the almost painful grip on his hair and continued to lick her through the delicious aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure.

"Oh my God, Dean." Kayla sobbed in ecstasy as Dean slid a finger inside her and slowly circled her swollen clit with his tongue.

Kayla had hoped he would fuck her brains out after giving her that explosive release but it looked like Dean had other plans. When his finger curled inside her and rubbed against that pleasure spot, Kayla's entire body locked into that breath-stealing moment of exquisite tightness that came right before release. With an ear-piercing scream she dissolved into an even more intense orgasm, mere seconds after the first. Her entire frame shook uncontrollably with sheer ecstasy. 

When she calmed down, Dean moved up to partially cover her with his body. He landed a flurry of kisses all over her face before returning to spear her mouth with his tongue, giving her an unbelievably hot kiss. When they came up for air, Kayla's eyes fluttered open and she stared up at Dean with so much love in her eyes he gasped. She was so undone she didn't have a handle on her own emotions, couldn't conceal the intense love she felt for Dean. Her emotions and feelings were bared in her eyes for him to see. She was an open book. Seeing all that love and emotion shining in her eyes made Dean lightheaded. And before he knew it, he was blurting out how he felt.

"I am so in love with you." His voice was filled with so much emotion and reverence Kayla didn't doubt for a second that he was telling the truth.

A sob escaped Kayla. She couldn't stop the tears that slid down into her hair. Dean shoved both hands into her damp hair as he stared into her eyes. He was shaking, overwhelmed by the intensity of feelings he had for Kayla, the knowledge of how much he needed her in her life.

"I love you," he told him, his eyes suspiciously bright. "God, I love you so much Kay." Dean breathed, looking into her wet eyes with his beautiful ones. "Don't cry baby," his voice was barely above a whisper. "It kills me to see you cry."

He pulled her up into a hug with a groaned, and it was a low sound of torment. Kayla buried her face in his shoulder and cried, her nose pressed into his throat. 

"I love you." She sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you so much it hurts."

"I know." Dean whispered, rocking her.

"It's too much." Kayla whispered brokenly. "What I feel for you is too much." Kayla paused to take a deep breath. "That night you came to my house, I got so confused at the intensity of feelings you aroused in me I didn't know what to do. It was amazing the way you took me that night. You just...took me...completely and utterly took me, in the best sort of way. It disarmed me, made me feel completely surrendered. It terrified me." She turned beautiful glazed green eyes on him. "I'm scared Dean. So scared I'd only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn't survive." She added in a whisper.

"I would never hurt you Kayla. That's a promise." Dean said in a voice that sounded almost pained. "This is the only thing I have to give you that no one else gets to have. Me. You get to have me in a way that no one else gets to have me. I want to give me to you and only you. And that's the truth." Dean shook his head slowly. "The insane thing is that the more honest I am with you, the better I feel."

Her breath accelerated with each word he said, her lips slightly parted. All Dean wanted to do was lean forward and capture those sweet soft lips with his but he held back.

With a breath that sounded like a sob Kayla leaned forward and took his mouth in a lust-fueled kiss, which was flavored with the salt of her tears. For the very first time, she took over their kiss and it felt so good, she thought she'd die if they stopped. Her lips moved desperately over his, her tongue invading, teasing and possessing, winding everything within Dean tighter and tighter. They both shook in each other's arms as the kiss set their bodies ablaze. She kissed and licked her way over his face, tasting him, making him desperate, and then took his lips again. And just like that, Dean growled keep in his throat and bucked against Kayla, creaming his pants. His hands gripped Kayla's hips, holding her in place as he thrust against her, shuddering through a quick, hard orgasm. He shook as pleasure stuttered through him. 

"Oh fuck," he breathed into the kiss.

When the tremors that shook Dean died down, he slid his hands up to Kayla's neck, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her throat as he cradled her head. He brushed his lips back and forth over her mouth, his breath washing with hers.

"See what you do to me?" Dean husked against her lips. "I don't remember ever coming inside my pants. Not even when I was a teenager. You fucking own me, Kayla. Never doubt that."

"That was so hot." Kayla whispered. "You are totally yummy. And I love you to bits." Now that she'd put it out there, she couldn't tell him enough.

Then Dean angled his head to kiss her deeper, his tongue licking into her mouth. Kayla was breathless by the time he let me go. God, she destroyed him. He wanted to fuck her until they both passed out in exhaustion but he reminded himself that he didn't want his dick anywhere near her pussy, much as it killed him.

"I wish we didn't have to go shopping." Kayla whimpered. She was dying to feel Dean inside her so bad she was shivering.

"See how you're feeling?" Dean interspaced each word with a kiss. "That's all the more reason why we should go. Get used to this without sex clouding our minds." He chuckled when Kayla groaned in frustration. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up." Dean pulled a groaning Kayla off the bed.

***

Kayla reached for her cell phone when it rang, her heart missing a beat when she saw the caller id. 

"Hey." She said softly.

"Hey yourself." Dean husked. "How are you?" Kayla's eyes closed as she absorbed that sexy voice, loving how deep and confident it was. 

"Missing you," she replied in a small voice.

"Missing you more love. Listen, I want you to meet me in town at eight p.m. sharp. Can you do that?"

"Sure."

"Good. The driver will pick you up."

"May I know where we're going so I can dress appropriately?" Kayla asked with a smile in her voice despite herself. Dean was so commanding at times.

"Shopping." 

"Dean come on! Didn't we shop enough yesterday?" Kayla asked incredulously.

"We didn't get you dresses. I want to get you dresses." Dean replied smoothly.

"But I don't need dresses Dean." Kayla whined.

"Just...humour me okay?" He said quietly.

"Okay." Kayla didn't know how to say no to that tone. "I'll see you."

The line clicked off and Kayla instantly felt lonely. "What have you done to me Dean Broody?" Kayla muttered.

The day before, they had moved from mall to mall shopping their arses off. Ignoring her protests, Dean had bought lots of expensive designer stuff for her. Shoes, bags, perfume and a really expensive beautiful Cartier watch among others. All she had to do was look at something for more than two seconds, and then Dean was paying for it. Kayla had felt spoilt, had felt like a princess. It had been fun.

They had gotten back to their hotel in time for Dean to have a meeting with one of his business associates. After having a scrumptious meal in Dean's suite, he had convinced her to sleep in his suite. They had retired to bed early as they were both exhausted from all that shopping.

Kayla found herself falling more in love with Dean with each day that passed. Suddenly, she was always in a state of euphoria when Dean was around her. She had been in love with him for a long time but these past weeks had been something else. The feeling was even more intense now as Dean went out of his way to let her know how crazy he was about her. Yes, Kayla knew Dean could go to great lengths to get into the panties of girls but this was different. For one, he had already gotten into her panties and knew he could get in there again whenever he wanted...she had made that obvious. She couldn't resist him...she always wanted him and he knew it.

What made Kayla fall even more in love with each breath she took was the unconsciously loving way Dean treated her. His heart-melting actions and utterances were spontaneous and never failed to make her heart beat faster. He was ridiculously sweet to her. He looked like he couldn't help himself. Dean was wearing his heart on his sleeve. The day before, when they had retired to bed after a tiring day, he had thanked her. Kayla had been dumbfounded. 




The Steamy Chase Ch. 06



"Thanks." Dean had murmured against her hair as they lay in bed that night. He was spooned behind her, his chin on her shoulder and his legs tangled with hers.

"For what?" Kayla had asked, confused. If anyone needed to say thanks, it was her. She had turned around to face Dean.

"For loving me, Kay. You don't know how much that means to me." Dean had whispered with so much emotion, Kayla felt a tightening in her chest. "You could have loved someone else, could have loved anybody else, yet you love just me. Just me." 

Her breath hitched in her throat. She did love the man so bloody much. "Just you." Kayla had whispered back. Then in a shaky voice, she added; "Well I couldn't help it. You are extremely fuckable." Though she had tried to joke, her voice had quivered with emotion.

Dean had laughed softly. "Look who's talking." Dean said, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Good night Kay."

"Good night handsome." Kayla replied, snuggling into Dean. She rested her head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating steadily. "Dream about me."

"I don't have a choice my love." He husked and just like that, Kayla had melted.

Kayla sighed, missing Dean even more now after talking to him. He was ridiculously sweet. That morning, he had woken her up with a sinfully hot kiss to tell her he was leaving for a meeting and would get in touch with her later in the day. An hour later, he had sent a simple but ridiculously sweet text message that still brought a smile to her face any second she remembered it. The message had simply read:

'I can't stop thinking about you.'

Kayla couldn't wait to see him. During their shopping the day before, Dean had disclosed that he had apparently taken a course in fashion designing for a semester back in college just for the fun of it. That piece of information had helped Kayla understand Dean's eye for fashion. That short course, coupled with his background as an architect, which meant he naturally paid attention to detail...and the fact that he was a womanizer, meant his having an eye for style, was only to be expected Kayla thought with a scowl. She realized what she was doing and sighed with exasperation at herself for feeling jealous. She did jump into this with her eyes wide open. But was it too strange to want all that male hotness for herself? She was only human after all...and in love.

***

"Don't look at me like that, Dean." There was an edge of breathlessness in Kayla's voice that had Dean fight even harder the need to kiss her.

They were in a dress shop, where she had tried on and selected lots of chic designer dresses at Dean's insistence. That smoldering look he was giving her that very moment was melting her like butter under the sun. She could feel her panties getting wet, which felt very uncomfortable. She made a mental note to dash to the restroom when she finished trying out the current and final attire...a knee-length pleated skirt.

"Come on, say something." Kayla sighed. "Like it?"

Dean swallowed. Kayla was standing before him in just her bra and the skirt. He could see the outline of that nipple ring through the lacy bra and hunger surged through him, a need for her he couldn't control or fight. His dick took notice and throbbed within the confines of his pants imperatively. He wanted to adjust himself so badly but the attendant was watching them like a hawk. He wanted Kayla with every cell in his body, with every breath he could drag into his lungs. No woman had ever worked him into a frenzy so quickly...by doing absolutely nothing. And from the way Kayla's face looked flushed, her breath quickening, it was obvious she wanted him too. Dean smirked, loving how helplessly responsive Kayla was to him even when he'd done nothing more than look at her. 

Dean shrugged. "First of all, I can look at you however I want." He said huskily, making Kayla's heart beat faster with lust. "Try the shorter one. You have to show off those beautiful legs, not cover them up like a nun." Dean said with a face filled with desire.

"Perv." Kayla muttered shakily as she grabbed a flirty white pleated miniskirt and went back into the dressing room.

Just as she finished taking off the longer skirt and reached up to grab the shorter one from the hanger, she felt arms go around her. She was in just bra and panties. She didn't have to squeal...she would know the feel of those arms even in her sleep. Kayla turned around within the circle of Dean's arms and looped her arms around his neck, laughing softly.

"You shouldn't be in here. Where's the attendant?" Kayla whispered.

"Everyone has their price." Dean whispered right back and leaned down to capture her lips in a toe-curling kiss.

With a muffled groan, Dean slid one of his hands down her belly and came to rest between her legs. He felt her wetness and heat and wanted to lick the heated flesh of her pussy so bad, taste the slow glide of her juices as they met his tongue. He was dying for it. He had thought about that so much, he'd had a hard time concentrating in his meetings that day. He rubbed his fingers over her wet flesh through her soaked panties, smirking when Kayla's breathing changed.

"Wet," he whispered. "And so hot." 

Her eyes widened when she felt fingers push the edge of her soaked panties from the hollow of her thighs to slip inside her wet folds.

"Dean..." Kayla gasped and grew wetter.

"Shhh." Dean's cock hardened as sunk two fingers deep into her pussy, wishing those fingers were his cock instead.

His tongue licked from her mouth to her neck, along her collarbone to her chin and up to her ear, dipping inside and heightening all her senses.

"Oh God." Kayla's eyes fluttered close as she shivered. She sank her fingers into his hair and moaned, quickly biting her lip to keep the sound in. She knew what they were doing was dangerous. Anyone could walk in and catch them but she was too turned-on to care. If someone had walked in right then and found her writhing against Dean in that small dressing room while he finger-fucked her, she didn't think she'd care at all. At that moment, Kayla didn't care about anything other than Dean not stopping what he was doing.

Kayla tried to keep quiet, but couldn't stop the noisy, little gasps that escaped her. When Dean lowered his head to capture her right unpierced nipple with his hot wet mouth and started sucking through the lacy material of her bra, she knew she would lose the battle of keeping quiet. 

"Oh God, that feels so good." Kayla breathed and arched closer against Dean.

With Dean's fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb circling her engorged sensitive clit, and his mouth pulling blissfully on her nipple, Kayla didn't stand a chance. Everything ceased to exist but the pleasure whirling through her. Her muscles started to contract around those wicked fingers as a ferocious orgasm tore through her. 

Dean felt it when Kayla was about to come, could feel her tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew she was going to cry out. He released her nipple and quickly moved up to slam his mouth on hers, just as a loud cry tore out of her. Dean swallowed those lusty cries, massaging her clit between his forefinger and thumb the whole time, prolonging her pleasure. 

Kayla wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and sagged against him as the aftershocks rocked through her. The sinful pleasure Dean bestowed on her inside a dressing room in Dubai of all places was unbelievably exquisite. The danger of getting caught definitely added to the excitement.

Dean brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean of her juices. "You taste so sweet." He murmured. "Remind me not to go anywhere near you pussy if I don't want to get caught." He added teasingly.

Kayla felt the heat of mortification sweep over her and with a groan, hid her face in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She breathed.

"Don't be." Dean grinned. "I love how respond to me, how you can't control yourself with me. Let's just say it makes me want you even more, love you more." He husked, dropping a quick kiss on her lips. "You have such deliciously sexy lips." He whispered. "I can't get enough of it."

"I love you." She whispered, meaning those three words with everything in her.

When they eventually came out of the dressing room, their attendant was standing discreetly to the side, her face beet red. Kayla's answering blush didn't go unnoticed. She just wanted to get the hell out of that shop and Dean didn't help matters by laughing the whole way to the hotel. Much as she loved him, she wanted to strangle him. But despite herself, Kayla's lips curled in amusement. Her man was crazy, and she loved him like that because that was what made him...Dean.



The Steamy Chase Ch. 07



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

***

"I need to make a call." Kayla said looking all flustered. 

"Sure. Use the office to your right." Dean said taking in Kayla's confused look.

"Thanks." She muttered and left.

They were on the plane, on their way back home. Dean had just dropped a bombshell. His family was getting together for a thanksgiving dinner so he was going straight to his parents' house from the airport. He wanted Kayla to come with him. To say Kayla was confused was an understatement, she was...

"...freaking out Cole. I can't go. But I don't know how to tell him. I'm..."

"Hold it Kay." Cole said calmly. "Take a deep breath and repeat what you just said. I couldn't get anything except the fact that you're panicking. Now take it from the top. What's going on?"

Cole hadn't heard from Kayla since he put her on Dean's plane to Dubai. He had been waiting for an insulting call from her but none had come. He'd therefore assumed that all was rosy between his friends. But from Kayla's panicked tone, Cole knew without a doubt that Dean had fucked up as usual. Cole's lips tightened and drew into a grim line, his face hardening. He was going to kill the bastard. 

"Cole it's Dean."

"I figured." Cole replied in a hard voice. "What the fuck did the jerk do?"

"Oh no, he didn't do anything. He..."

But Cole cut her off. "So why are you freaking out Kay? You are on your way back aren't you? Is everyth..."

"Cole, now it's your turn to calm down. I called. Just shut up and listen to me."

"Yes your highness." Cole drawled mockingly.

"Dean wants to take me to his parents' home for thanksgiving dinner Cole. I don't think..."

"What?" Cole's bellow was so loud, Kayla winced. "Dean Broody wants to take you to meet his parents?"

"I didn't say..."

But Cole went right on, talking. "You mean like 'Meet the Fockers'? What the fuck did you do to the guy? You must have rocked his world babes." Incredulity filled Cole's tone.

"We're not going to meet his parents. We're going to have dinner in their house." Kayla said slowly as though she were talking to a child. 

"Same shit." Cole retorted. "Kay, Dean has never taken any girl he's fucking...well...seeing, to meet his family. Yes, his brothers do sometimes get to see the girls he bangs. But definitely not a formal introduction scene like he's asking for. Kay, this is serious." Cole's voice had gone quiet.

"Don't you think I know that? Why do you think I'm calling you? Much as I want to strangle you for setting me up, I need advice. What should I do Cole? I'm scared." Cole thought Kayla sounded worse than scared but he wasn't going to point that out to her.

"You really sure you wanna strangle me?" Cole drawled mockingly in an Italian accent, his voice full of amusement. 

"Cole..." Kayla whined. "Get serious please."

"You love him Kay. He's obviously head over heels in love with you. He comes from a close-knit family. So naturally, he wants you to meet his family. Kay, I think you should know something very important about Dean, to help you understand why he's acting the way he is. He has never been in love before. I must admit, I'm surprised he's not running for the hills. He must love you very much." Cole went quiet for some time, then cleared his throat. "You know he does right?"

"Yes." Came Kayla's whisper.

"So what are you scared of Kay? You both love each other. Take the next step. He's obviously all in. If you don't go, it only shows that you are not ready for this. The last time I checked, Dean was the one with a phobia when it comes to commitment. Go meet the family, girl. It will even help you understand him better. Alright?"

"Alright." Kayla answered in a small voice.

"Hey, cheer up. You are not being sent to the slaughter house. Tip: dress to kill. They're all guys...well mostly. They'll be eating out of your palm. Oh and watch out for Jean, one of the brothers. He's worse than Dean. 

Kayla laughed softly. "He told me he's an angel compared to Jean."

"Well he didn't lie." Cole laughed. "They will love you Kay. Don't worry too much."

"Thanks Cole. See you later."

"Have fun love."

***

When they came out of the plane, they were met by a very pleasant looking elderly man. He extended his hand to give Dean a firm handshake.

"Hope you had a good flight Mr. Broody." He said with a smile.

"We did James. Thanks." Dean beamed back. "All set?"

"Sure. Right this way Sir. Oh, hello Ma'am." He said turning to grin at Kayla.

"Hello Sir." She replied with a smile.

They were led to Dean's sleek black Cadillac Escalade. Dean opened the front passage door for Kayla to sit, then went around to get behind the steering wheel.

"Ready?" He asked her quietly.

"Yes."

"Let's do this." Dean said with a huge grin, easing the powerful car out of the parking lot. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He asked, taking his eyes off the road to give her a desire-filled glance. They had both dressed for dinner just before touch-down.

Kayla laughed and reached up to turn Dean's head, with her hand on his cheek, to face the road. She knew she was looking good. She had on the white mini pleated skirt Dean had bought for her in Dubai, and a sexy black sleeveless Ponte top with a 'can't miss' neck line. With it, she had on a red high heeled peep-toe V-Front sandal, which had a slender ankle strap, and a red Fendi leather bag, that most ladies would kill for. 

"I won't be for long if you don't watch the road. And yes, you've told me more than a hundred times."

"You counted?" Dean asked with mock incredulity.

Kayla laughed. "Dean, you've been saying it every other minute. You don't look too bad yourself." Kayla drawled, running her eyes over Dean. He looked so good and smart in black button-down long sleeved shirt and black khaki pants. But then, Dean looked good in anything. "Good enough to eat actually." Kayla said batting her lashes at him, playfully.

"Oh baby, if you really want to get there in one piece, you'd better stop that." Dean drawled making Kayla laugh even harder.

He reached between them and took her left hand into his right, entwining their fingers. "You okay?" He asked softly, bringing their joint hands to his lips to gently kiss the inside of her wrist.

Kayla nodded, then realizing Dean wasn't looking at her, answered in a soft voice, "yes I'm okay."

"They will love you." Dean said in a gentle voice. "Hell even if they don't, I do. And that's all that matters. Okay?" He squeezed her hand lightly. 

"Okay." Kayla felt better all of a sudden. The closest she 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 parents' house. When they got to the massive iron gate, Dean simply pressed a button on the dash board 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 which 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 warm, 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. 

"That was some kiss." He drawled, pointing a fist at Dean without looking at him.

Kayla's eyes widen even more at the comment. And Dean, without looking at his brother too, met his fist with one of his own. Then both men turned their fists against each other's, as if they were locking something down. 

Kayla turned to look at Dean, too shocked to be embarrassed by the kissing comment Jean had made. "You're..."

"Twins." Jean concluded with a wide grin, his arm back at his side. "I see my brother forgot to mention that tiny detail. Or is it that he wanted to see your reaction. Which is it brother?" Jean finally turned to look at Dean, whose eyes remained on Kayla like all the others, taking in her reaction. 

"Oh my God!" Kayla breathed with a nervous laugh. "You guys even dress alike."

Everyone burst into laughter. "I have a confession to make." Jean said to Kayla with a brilliant smile. "I saw how Dean was dressed when he got out of the car so I went to dress same...to shock and confuse you. How's that working so far?"

"Oh you're good." Kayla said dragging out the word 'good', and making everyone laugh even harder.

"I like her bro." Jean laughed. "You did good. Come here darling. It's my turn to hug your brains out." He said, pulling a laughing Kayla into his arms.

They all moved into a huge hall where four really pretty ladies, two teenagers and four kids were obviously waiting for them. Three of the ladies were wives to three of the brothers, Josh, Sam and Ron and the fourth lady was Alan's fiancée. They welcomed Kayla and introduced the children, pointing out who was whose. They were indeed a happy and close family.

"Okay, food will be ready in thirty. In the meantime, drinks on the patio everyone." Lucy Broody called out.

As they all filed out, Josh, the eldest brother hooked his arm around Kayla and steered her to the far corner of the patio.

"You know, I'm so glad to finally meet to." He said with a smile.

"Likewise Josh. Dean has told me so much about you guys I feel like I've known you for years." 

"Except the fact that he's a twin." Josh laughed.

"Except that very important detail. I'm gonna get him for that." Kayla said with a laugh, accepting a glass of wine from a smartly dressed gentleman. "How could he do that to me?" She gave a mock scowl making Josh laugh uproariously.

"Those two are the craziest pranksters in the whole of America. Watch your back Kayla." Josh warned in an amused tone, taking a sip from his own glass.

"Just those two? Not from what I heard." Kayla drawled and Josh dissolved into peals of laughter.

"I said they are the craziest Kayla." Josh said, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "Tell you what, I'll watch out for you tonight. What do you say?"

Kayla turned to fully face Josh with a smirk on her face. "Like you watched out for Pamela?" She asked referring to the wife of Sam, who was pranked by the guys when she was brought to meet the family for the first time. Dean had told her the whole story. About how Josh had promised to look out for her, but had rather ensured the brothers got her good.

"He sold us out guys." Josh bellowed to everyone's hearing. "Dean has already given her a heads up."

"What a douche." Tyler, brother number three, shouted. "Spoiling the family tradition." Everyone laughed.

"Take a leap guys." Dean retorted and went over to where Kayla stood beside Josh. Then he slipped his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled her neck. 

Kayla turned slowly within the circle of Dean's arms and slipped a hand into his hair to bring his face closer to hers. Everyone was watching them. Kayla kissed him on both cheeks and smiling up into his eyes, said in the sweetest of voices:

"Those were two kisses, just for you. Now will you be a good boy and go fetch my boyfriend... Jean?"

The look on Jean's face was priceless. The whole patio erupted into cheers and laughter. Everyone was screaming with laughter, with some clapping. Even the people serving were laughing. Kayla however looked incredulous, surprised they thought she would fall for that for even a second. Even without any of her senses, she would know if Dean was holding her.

"Fuck!" Jean breathed. "No one has ever been able to tell."

"Yeah? Well, they must not have loved your brother like I do." Kayla said with a chuckle.

"He loves you too Kayla." Jean said solemnly. "He told me in six different languages. I've never seen Dean care so much about any one woman in his life." Jean had no doubt when he looked at his brother that he loved Kayla. "Don't hurt him Kayla. Please!" Jean's eyes were suspiciously bright when he whispered his plea. "I've never seen him this crazy about anyone. If you hurt him, I don't think he can recover."

Kayla's breath hitched in her throat. She reached out to put her glass on the table beside them and cupped Jean's cheeks in her palms. 

"You have my word Jean. I won't hurt him. I promise." Then she drew Jean into her arms and gave him a tight hug, her hand pressed against the back of his head as she hugged him close.

The patio was quiet, with everyone drinking and watching the pair in silence. Kayla felt Dean's hand on her back and drew back from Jean's embrace. Jean stood upright and gave Dean a one-armed bro hug. He met Dean's intense dark, blue-eyed gaze steadily with his identical ones, and then in a voice that was barely above a whisper, he said;

"She's the real deal bro. Don't fuck it up. And if you hurt her, I'm gonna have to kill you." And with a slight tipping of his head to Kayla, he walked away.

Dean stared at the back of his brother for a while and then turned to gather Kayla into his arms. "Turning my family against me now?" He chuckled in her ear.

"Your family?" Kayla gasped with mock incredulity, "For a moment there I thought they were mine."

Dean burst into laughter. "They'll trade me for you in a heartbeat love. To avoid that, why don't we share?"

"I love you so much Dean. With my soul." Kayla said with all her love shining in her eyes.

"I love you Kayla. You are my soul." He said right back and it felt good saying it.

***

"Oh no, not her." Kayla heard Lucy Broody mutter but wasn't too sure whether she'd heard her right.

They were sitting in a really huge dining room, with assorted scrumptious meals laid out in front of them. Kayla had never seen so many assorted dishes on one dining table before. It was simply amazing. She was seated between Dean and Michael, the latter having insisted he wanted her by him. Everyone was busily eating and conversing. Alan, the brother who came before the twins, was cracking them up with stories about a village he and some other doctors had gone to do volunteer work a month earlier. Everyone was having fun. Even the help came to stand at the table to laugh at the stories.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 07



Then they all heard the high-pitched voice of a female call out, "Hi Broodys."

Kayla felt Dean stiffen beside her just as his mother passed the 'oh no' comment. Tyler and Sam rolled their eyes just as Josh and Ron groaned. Alan went right on talking and Jean didn't react at all. She was suddenly very curious to know just who the woman was. The only ones who seemed to be happy were the four year old twin girls of Sam and Pamela. They squealed and jumped off their chairs, screaming;

"Auntie Alice."

Then a beautiful red head entered the dining room and spread her arms wide to catch the twins. "How are my favourite twins doing?" She asked with a delighted laugh.

"Where is Mr. Rabbit?" They both asked instead of answering her question.

"She told them she was Alice from Alice in Wonderland." Michael murmured to Kayla, explaining his grand-daughters' question. 

"Oh..." Kayla chuckled.

"She's a friend of the family." He added. "Our family and hers go way back." 

Kayla nodded and turned to look at Alice. She was a beauty. After hugging the twins, Alice went round the table hugging everyone, starting with Dean's parents. When she eventually got to Dean, Kayla felt the tension. It was so thick one could cut it with a knife. 

"Hi." She said huskily, and bent down, aiming for Dean's lips but he turned his head at the last moment so that Alice's lips landed on his cheek. "Your call never came." She accused softly. Her boobs were nearly falling out of her ridiculously low-necked dress. Talk about dressing to kill, Kayla thought.

Dean cleared his throat. "I was busy Al. How was your flight?" He had a guarded look in his eyes.

"Good. Missed you like crazy, Dean. Have you any idea how lonely I felt in that huge bed when I realized you had left for your hotel?" Her voice had turned real husky now. "You have to make it up to me Sexy. What do you say we skip all this and move to our usual place?"

"Listen Al..." Dean started but Alice cut him off.

"Come on baby, you know you want to." Then in a whisper, which Kayla heard anyway, she added. "I'm so wet right now just think..."

"Alice, meet my girlfriend, Kayla." Dean said in a tight voice. "I did tell you about her didn't I?" Dean asked staring Alice down. He knew what she was trying to do. She did it all the time whenever she saw him with any woman. It had never bothered him before but this time, it pissed the hell out of him. "Kay, Alice is a friend." Dean's voice had gone low.

"Hello." Kayla said politely, feeling numb inside. When exactly had Dean left this beauty in bed alone? It sounded like a very recent incident. She also had a feeling Alice deliberately wanted her to know that detail.

Hostile eyes turned on Kayla. Then Alice's lips widened with a smile which didn't reach her eyes. 

"Oww the latest flame." She drawled. "Enjoying yourself honey?" If only looks could kill, Kayla knew her corpse would be on its way to the morgue that very moment.

"I can assure you she's not the latest flame Alice darling." Jean drawled from beside them. "She's the hottest and final flame." He added, giving Kayla a slow wink.

Alice straightened up and turned to look at Jean with an even wider smile. "Oh, I get it. Shared her already haven't you?"

"That's enough Alice." Lucy Broody said in a loud voice. "Sit down and eat. How're your parents doing?" Conversation started to flow again around the table.

"They're good Auntie Lu. Spoke to mum about an hour ago. She sends her love." Alice said, pulling out the chair beside Tyler, to sit. "I've been in Dubai with Dad for the past week." 

"Oh I see." Lucy responded with a raised eyebrow. "When did you come back?"

"Yesterday." She responded with a quick look in Kayla's direction. Alice didn't miss how Kayla stiffened at that information. She smirked. "God, I'm famished." She started dishing food onto her plate.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dean asked Kayla softly. He noted how tensed she looked. 

"Peachy." Kayla responded, playing with the food on her plate. All her appetite had fled. To where, she didn't know.

From then on, Kayla didn't say a word to Dean. All her attention was focused on Michael, who insisted she addressed him by his first name. Initially, she could scarcely get any word out through her constricted chest and throat. But eventually, she tried to suppress how she was feeling and conversed with the older man. There were no words to describe how she felt that very moment. She felt inadequate, jealous, hurt, insulted, betrayed, sad...all combined.

No wonder Dean wasn't eager to have sex with her. He had obviously been fucking Alice the whole time they were in Dubai. And she had stupidly thought he wanted them to connect on other levels besides sex. Why would anyone want her when they had that? Look at that beauty...how was she to compete with that? Nothing was stopping Dean from making mad sweet love to her now that they were in a committed relationship...right? So why was he holding back? He obviously simply didn't feel like it as he was getting it from the beautiful obviously experienced Alice. Kayla felt sick inside but was damned if she was going to give that woman the satisfaction of seeing her rattled. Kayla held her head high, praying the meal would end quickly so that she could go home, climb into her bed and cry her eyes out. She had been so stupid to think Dean would change for her.

After the meal, everyone retired to a large plush den the Broodys called the 'Family Fun Room'. It had lots of interesting stuff such as video games, pool table, dartboard, two different projected screens; one showing soccer whilst the other showed a movie, recliners, lots of comfortable seats, two beds, a bar, play corner for the kids. It was breathtakingly cozy. 

After making a quick call to one of her colleagues, Kayla asked Kate, Josh's cute wife, who was also a doctor just like her husband, to direct her to the wash room. 

"You know what Kayla?" Kate said looking at Kayla's shoes. "The whole world of fashion is at your feet. I love those shoes. When you're done, do come give me some pointers. Who knows, maybe I'll start going on my ward rounds in killer heels." She finished with such a ridiculously humorous expression on her face Kayla erupted into laughter.

"Ow come on Kate, you're going to make me pee my pants." Kayla squealed, rushing into the unsurprisingly large washroom. 

She could still hear Kate's laughter even from in there. Kate was actually thrilled to meet the woman who had been able to capture the attention and heart of Dean, who she teasingly called, 'Hit and Run' as all he did was fuck and dump ladies.

As Kayla was washing her hands, still smiling at Kate's words, the door to the washroom opened and Alice stepped in. Kayla saw the sneer on the red head's beautiful face in the mirror and felt her heart start to beat faster. She just knew the woman was going to tear her to pieces...verbally. But she was damned if she was going to allow herself to be treated like trash. Kayla Cooper was no pushover. Hell no!

"Well, well, well, look who we have here. If it isn't Mrs. Dean Broody to be." Alice drawled, going to stand beside Kayla.

Kayla looked at the other woman in the mirror and shook her head. "Listen Alice, I'm really not in the mood for any more of your insults. Besides, I don't think anyone can tell Dean, what or who to do...if you get my meaning. So please, don't take your anger and frustrations out on me." 

Kayla was already so angry, she had to try not to go off on Alice. After all, it wasn't her fault Dean was a liar and a cheating bastard. Anger flashed on Alice's beautiful face, turning it almost evil.

"Look here you bitch, that man is not for you. You can't handle him. I was with him in Dubai and he spent every night in my bed. That should tell you something." Alice said smugly.

Alice smiled within. She was going to put the fear of God in this little bitch. Girlfriend? Yeah right! If anyone deserves that title, it was her. Hell, their families were so close that she was virtually seen as part of the Broody family. Why not make it official? The fact that Dean seemed to be serious about his current fling didn't faze Alice. She had been fucking Dean on and off since they were kids. Hell, she had been his first fuck. A year older and more experienced, Alice had fucked Dean's brains out at an early age. She had once fucked the twins at the same time but that had been just that one time. They had all been drunk. It had been exciting and fun. 

But she had always adored Dean, hoped that they would end up together one day. To him, they were fuck buddies but to her, it was more. Yes she had other men in her life but Dean had a special place in her heart. To say she had been surprised when Dean refused to have sex with her in Dubai because 'he was seeing someone', was an understatement. That had sounded so ridiculous, Alice had been lost for words. But Dean was obviously serious about this girl if he had actually brought her home to meet his parents. That wasn't a good sign at all as far as Alice was concerned. She knew she had to put a stop to this nonsense once and for all. She also knew how stubborn Dean could be so that left, Kayla.

Though she had been surprised when he had refused her sex in Dubai, she had also known she couldn't force Dean to have sex. Dean's control had always been absolute. Even in the throes of passion, Dean had always exercised control and that self-control, had always been a major turn on for her. If Dean Broody didn't want to fuck, nothing and no one could force him to.

But who was to know Dean had refused Alice? Definitely not Kayla. After all, she hadn't been in Dubai with them. Alice knew she had to be smart, get the girl out of Dean's life tactfully. Much as she hated Kayla, Alice couldn't deny how hot she was. But then, Dean had always had great taste. Kayla also looked like she had class and was very smart. All she had to do was play the cheating card. A girl like Kayla, had too much pride and class to stay with a cheating boyfriend. Alice raised an eyebrow when she noticed the bemused expression on Kayla's face.

"What can I say honey? They are all cheats and liars. You are a nice girl. A better man will come along." Alice said, giving Kayla a pitying look.

Kayla turned to fully face Alice. "Know what? You just exonerated my boyfriend. Listening to you earlier in the dining room, I couldn't help but wonder if he was fucking you the whole time we were in Dubai. Now I know better."

Alice stiffened when she caught on the word 'we'. "What do you mean the whole time you were in Dubai?" She asked curiously.

"You didn't know did you? I was in Dubai with Dean, Alice. And we slept in the same bed every night." Now it was Kayla's turn to look smug.

The look on Alice's face was so comical, Kayla chuckled. She actually felt sorry for the woman.

"Well he obviously doesn't want you enough if he's not having sex with you." Alice scoffed. "Dean has never been able to resist me. He is very highly sexed my dear. Have you bothered to think maybe he's just not that into you?" Alice asked looking Kayla up and down with a sneer. 

Dean had told her, when she had insisted he was only going to fuck his new girl and dump her just like he did all the others, that they were not even having sex. That he wanted romance with the girl and not sex. She therefore desperately wanted to play that last card. Plant doubts in Kayla's head.

"Oh so he told you." Kayla asked, laughing softly. "Maybe you should have another talk with Dean, Alice. We've both known him for years. You, longer obviously. We both know how he...deals with women. He and I wanted something different. Sex is not everything. And he has proven that he loves me beyond sex."

"Or he doesn't want you enough." Alice chipped in, her voice tight. "Have you thought of that?"

Kayla cocked her head to one side, looking like she was lost in thought. "Maybe." She shrugged with a smile. "I should go find out. Now, where's this place of yours you were talking about earlier?"

"You bitch!" Alice spat out.

Kayla laughed. "Never mind, I'll ask Dean." Kayla turned to go. "It was nice talking to you Alice." 

And with that, Kayla left a dumfounded Alice and opened the door, gasping when she came face to face with Jean. It was very easy to tell now, because he had changed back into his original outfit, which was nothing like Dean's.

"Nicely done, love." He grinned, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. Then hugging her close, he murmured into her ear; "Don't kill my baby brother. He didn't do anything with her in Dubai. Trust me on that."

Kayla nodded, then looked up at Jean with an amused smile. "Baby brother?"

"Forty-seven minutes, baby. He can never catch up." He drawled.

Kayla shook her head in amusement as she turned to go in search of her man, leaving Jean to console a now sobbing Alice. 

***

Dean was going out of his mind with worry because he knew Kayla was feeling angry and betrayed. It was obvious from her body language after that scenario with Alice in the dining room. For once in his life, Dean hadn't the faintest idea, how to proceed though he hadn't done anything wrong. 

After the meal, Kayla had quickly excused herself to go make a call. He had wanted to go after her but Jean had signaled him to stop.

When she entered the den after a while, she didn't come to Dean, but had rather gone to talk to Kate and the two of them had gone outside. Kate had come back inside alone, and then Alice had gone outside. Dean had promptly groaned and started for the door, ignoring his father's teasing laughter. Ron and Jean had followed him out. 

"Wait here." Jean had said to both of them and headed towards the washroom.

To say Dean was dreading what was coming was an understatement. He was terrified. He started pacing impatiently. He knew how bitchy Alice could be and he also knew how tough Kayla was. Those two going up against each other wouldn't be pretty. He just needed to let Kayla know that she had nothing to worry about where Alice was concerned. They had been fucking each other since they were kids just for fun. But Alice had always loved to stake a claim on him whenever there was another woman in the picture. It had never bothered him because he had never been serious about any of those ladies...till Kayla. Dean was a worried man.

"Hey, take it easy." Ron said quietly, seeing how worried and confused Dean looked. He didn't like it. After all, Dean was their baby. "Your Kayla looks like she can handle herself. Let's see how she fares."

"This is not one of our pranks Ron." Dean said tightly. Then in a whisper, he added, "I'm scared Ron. I don't know what to do if she leaves me. I just...I..."

Ron drew Dean into his arms and gave him a fierce hug. "She won't." He muttered. "We won't let her."

They broke apart when they heard the clicking of heals indicating either Kayla or Alice was headed their way. Then Kayla came into view, paused to look at Dean and started towards him with a serious, determined look on her face. Dean almost retreated. What the fuck was she going to do?

"Baby, I can explain..." Dean started, but trailed off when Kayla went on her toes and captured his lower lip between her lips and started sucking erotically. 

Kayla didn't mind one bit that one of Dean's brothers was standing beside them. She hadn't even spared him a glance to know which brother he was. All she wanted that very moment, was to screw Dean senseless. She wanted him and by God, she was going to have him. But first...

"I'm so hot for you right now," Kayla muttered against his lips, her voice husky with want. "But tell me something first Dean. Are you putting off having sex with me because you're not attracted to me anymore?"

Dean couldn't control the gasp that escaped his lips.

"Have you lost your mind?" Incredulity filled his tone as he gave her a look she felt all the way down to her toes.

Kayla shrugged. "Well, we both know I'm always ready to spread my legs and take it like a good little slut whenever you want me. So what's stopping you? Is it because I'm not experienced enough for you? I mean Alice is more..."

Dean made a rough little sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl, and then moving so fast Kayla didn't even see him coming, slammed his mouth on hers, cutting off her tirade. The kiss was fierce, punishing, almost bruising. Kayla whimpered, it felt as though her lips would start bleeding any second. He was kissing her so hard. She tried opening her mouth to protest and then gasped when Dean sank his tongue into her mouth. The sensation of their tongues touching felt like fireworks erupting within her body. Then everything changed - the kiss quickly went from rough to gentle. It gentled into one of the sweetest kisses Kayla had ever experienced. Her arms went up to wrap around Dean's neck and she held on as if he were her only anchor on a sinking ship. She melted into him, meeting him in that fierce and utterly possessive kiss with so much passion it set every nerve ending of Dean's on fire in the best damn way. With a groan, he tore his mouth from the kiss, relishing in Kayla's moan of protest.

"If you ever put yourself down like that again, I'm gonna put you over my knees and spank your arse so hard, you're gonna see stars. I swear!" Dean growled against her lips, conjuring images in Kayla's mind that surprisingly got her instantly wet. Then he was picking her up fireman style and striding off...to where, Kayla had no idea. 

"Dean, put me down please." Kayla pleaded, her face heating up as she heard laughter from some of his brothers. She didn't look up to see who. She thought it had been just one brother with Dean but from the laughter, it was obvious there was now more than one.

"Shut up." Dean growled, never once faltering in his steps. He lightly smacked her on the butt making Kayla squeal and blush even harder. 

When Kayla felt Dean opening a door, it dawned on her what he was about to do. She couldn't blame him could she? She had asked for it. She said quietly;

"If you're going to do what I think you are, then I want it to be at you and her...usual place." Dean froze. He stood very still for a while, then brought Kayla down to stand in front of him.

"What?" He whispered.

"I heard Alice say something about skipping dinner and moving to your usual place for we all know what. I want what we're about to do, to be at that place." Kayla looked dead serious.

"Are you sure about that, baby?" He asked huskily, searching her eyes with his intense ones.

"Never been more sure about anything. I want your last thoughts about that place, to be of us."

Dean leaned down and took Kayla's lips in a kiss that shook her to her very soul, then took her hand into his and walked towards the elevator. As the elevator started its ascent, Dean pressed Kayla's back up against the wall and trapped her arms on either side of her head. She gasped when he lowered his head to kiss her neck. He nibbled and licked the pulse point under her jaw until she began to fight his hold with impatience.

"God, Dean, you're driving me insane." She whimpered.

With a slow sexy chuckle, he nipped her earlobe and released her wrists, moving his hands down her body to cup her breast through her top, giving them a gentle squeeze. The soft gasping sound Kayla was making was turning him on even more. He was rock hard and leaking profusely.

With a groan, Dean reached up and pressed a button, halting the movement of the elevator. Then he pushed the neck of her top, together with her bra, down to reveal her creamy pieced nipple.

"God, I love this Kayla." Dean husked as he pulled gently on her nipple ring.

She moaned in torment and clung to his shoulders, feeling her juices soak through her panties with every pull on her that ring. It felt like there was a wire connected from her nipple straight to her clit. Dean's hand moved down her body to part her thighs which she was squeezing together in mindless pleasure. Dean didn't waste any time by taking off her panties...he ripped them off.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 07



Kayla moaned. "That makes it two." She breathed, referring to the fact that, that was the second pantie Dean had destroyed. The first had been in a car in Dubai.

Dean laughed huskily, he wanted between those thighs so bad. "I'll keep that in mind."

Then his fingers were moving between her legs, just as he lowered his head to take that pierced nipple into his mouth. Kayla cried out and clung to his hair, the sensation of Dean's fingers on her clit and hot mouth on her nipple driving her out of her mind.

Dean growled lustfully against the flesh in his 

mouth, loving the feel of Kayla in his mouth and against his fingers. Damn, she was swollen, wet, eager, his! Pulling on her nipple, he stroked her clit rhythmically.

"Come for me, baby." He said against her flesh and rubbed her clit faster in wide circles until she shuddered hard with an intense orgasm. 

Her mewling cries made him want to join her in bliss. He lifted his head to look at her then. Dazed, she gazed up at him, gasping when he slid a finger inside her slippery pussy. He lowered his head to whisper in her ear while he slowly finger-fucked her.

"I've got to warn you baby, I don't think I can be gentle right now and I'm not going to last long." His balls ached. His cock throbbed with need, trying desperately to break free of the fly of his pants. He wanted her so goddamn much it was painful.

Kayla sobbed out a frustrated breath and buried her face against his shoulder while he fought with his zipper. She couldn't do anything but hold on and keep breathing because she knew she was going to get it good. She wanted it so bad. Dean pinned her with his body and she heard his pants unzip. His hard leaking cock brushed against the inside of her thigh as he relaxed against her, sighing in anticipation. Dean grabbed her thigh in his hand and lifted her leg to his hip. Kayla's exquisite scent only made Dean want to thrust into her hotness, to fill her completely. As he started to fill her body with his, he gasped brokenly as if he were already near orgasm. 

Kayla's head fell back in ecstasy. "That feels so fantastic, Dean. God, I've missed this." She moaned, relishing the exquisite feel of Dean's hard cock filling her.

Kayla's voice, the wonderful feel of her hot pussy around his cock, only made Dean want to slam into her. But the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Kayla. He knew he had to calm down. He was shaking so much, trying to bring his breathing under control. He couldn't remember ever being this out of control. Ever! 

"Fuck!" Dean growled, resting his head against the side of her face. "Oh God." He was finally snugly ensconced within Kayla's body, where he'd been dying to be these past weeks. He was home. And it felt so damn good. 

Dean brought up his head to look into Kayla's pleasure-filled eyes. He gently brushed the tendrils of hair sticking to Kayla's wet forehead away from her face with shaky fingers.

"Hey," he whispered with a soft smile. He was looking at her as if she were his entire world. It was unnerving. 

"Hey," Kayla whispered back, staring up into Dean's eyes with eyes filled with so much desire and love.

"You ready for this?" he asked as he flexed his hips, pushing himself just a tad bit deeper into her heat.

Kayla nodded. "Always."

A surge of pure lust, raw and urgent, took control of him. Life ceased to exist, his surroundings receded as he started to thrust into her. The lusty cry that tore out of Kayla's mouth was music to his ears and it spurred him on.

Kayla saw the cords on Dean's neck, knew he was trying to hold back, and squeezed his cock with her muscles, smiling when Dean threw his head back and cried out almost as if he was wounded. "Let go." She whispered.

"Kay...don't." Dean growled.

"Fuck me Dean. And don't hold back." Kayla cried out, surprising the hell out of Dean. 

And with the surprise came pure animal lust. With a snarl of passion, Dean withdrew till the head of his cock was almost out and slammed back in, shoving his entire thick length into her in one hard shove. Kayla screamed.

"Christ, I've missed you." Dean growled, his thumb circling the hard point of her unpierced nipple. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

With a groan, Dean leaned down and buried his face in her throat. He felt himself spiralling out of control, felt his mind lose control of my body. Dean came totally undone. Then with a whispered plea, he proceeded to give Kayla a fucking she wasn't going to forget anytime soon.

Kayla was delirious with ecstasy. The mixture of pleasure and pain nearly drove her out of her mind. She didn't want it any other way. Dean was rough and impatient and she loved it. He kept shoving his cock deep into her, pounding hard and deep, driving towards his orgasm. Kayla was reduced to a whimpering incoherence as he rutted against her.

"Yes," Kayla gasped. "Yes. Yes, Ah God, yes! Yes! So good. " She saw stars as she writhed against him, her thighs grasping his pumping hips.

"Kayla." Dean sounded like he was in pain. "I can't hold it, baby." His mouth covered hers when he felt his orgasm start at the base of his spine, quickly spreading through his entire body. His thrusts grew even faster. He'd completely lost control.

He fisted Kayla's hair, holding her still as he plowed inside her, kissing her deeply and wildly the whole time. When Kayla whimpered and bit his lip, he knew he couldn't leave her...couldn't deny her that blissful climax. Even as he started coming, Dean rotated his hips to intensify her pleasure, rubbing his pelvis against her clit. And that's all it took. With a cry, Kayla shook as her orgasm tore through her and pleasure rippled through her body. Her contracting muscles squeezed and milked Dean's cock, intensifying his pleasure and driving him even further out of his mind. 

"Fuuuuuck!" Dean tore his mouth away from hers and bellowed. 

He shuddered against her as his body trembled with satisfaction, sweat glistening on his forehead. When they got their breathing back under control, Dean brushed the hair back from Kayla's face with reverent fingers and leaned his forehead against hers. He looked into her eyes with so much contentment and love.

"Did that answer your question?" Dean asked breathing harshly. "I'm a master of control Kayla. I never lose control. But with you, I always lose it. I'm always half-crazy with wanting you. You've got me by the balls. I eat, drink and sleep wanting you Kay. Never doubt that."

"I won't." Kayla said, dropping a kiss on his lips.

"Good. Now are you ready for that...place?" Dean asked huskily.

Kayla's eyes widened. "You mean it's not..."

"Here?" Dean finished her question. "No. But we did kiss in here. I thought as we're wiping memories and creating new ones, we might as well make this a juicer memory too." Dean chuckled, pulling out of Kayla. Then he froze! 

"Oh fuck." He mumbled and looked in her eyes. "I forgot to use a condom...again. Tell me you're safe Kay."

Kayla laughed softly. "I am safe Dean. I'm on the pill."

"You are? Since when?" Dean asked quietly, zipping up. He didn't understand why he felt so disappointed by Kayla's information. What the fuck was wrong with him? He had to think about Kayla too and what she wanted.

"For a while now. Before...our first time. It's to correct my irregular cycle."

"I see." Dean said pulling Kayla into his arms. The urge to hug her was so strong. "Know what?" He husked nuzzling her on the neck. "The mere thought of my cum running down those creamy thighs right now is making me so hard. Can't wait to get back inside you." He groaned.

"Oh..." Kayla shivered at his words. "What are we waiting for then?" She purred.

"I have to warn you though, Kay. This place...people might see us. You up for that? 'Cause if you're not, we can create our own..." His thumb brushed over her bottom lip gently. 

"I am." Kayla cut Dean off. If Alice was open-minded enough to do it, she could too. "I want to."

"And there I was, thinking you would choose a bed." Dean drawled reaching up to release the button holding the elevator. "Ready?"

Kayla nodded just as the elevator opened to reveal a large roof top that obviously doubled as a helipad. There were lights all over and other tall buildings around.

Kayla gasped!



The Steamy Chase Ch. 08



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 
Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

***

Kayla walked around, taking in the vast rooftop. There were so many lights one would think it was a stage. And she could see movements in some of the buildings around. Kayla knew that just as she could see them, they could also see her. What had she gotten herself into? She went to stand against the smooth stone railings and looked down just as the major lights on the rooftop went off. Dean. Kayla turned to see him walking away from some switches on the wall. Though some of the lights were still on, Kayla didn't think anyone looking from the surrounding buildings would be able to see their faces. For some reason, Kayla felt a thrill, an excitement within, in anticipation of what was about to happen. She was so excited that her knees shook and her pussy clenched with lust, the throbbing between her thighs almost painful. Agonizing. She felt Dean's arms slide around her waist from behind and leaned into him with a sigh.

"You have exactly five seconds to tell me you don't want this Kay." Dean husked into her ear, causing a delicious shiver to dance down her spine. "If you don't stop me before I finish the count, there's no turning back." He said slowly, swallowing against a lump of lust threatening to unravel him.

Kayla felt her heart beat so fast it wouldn't have surprised her if it had jumped out of her chest. This was it. There was no turning back...because she had no intention of stopping Dean.

"One." Came Dean's sexy voice even as his hand found its way under her skirt.

"Two." Dean's other hand pulled down the neck of her top, together with her bra and started gently pulling on her nipple ring.

"Oh God." Kayla moaned, her legs parting of their own accord.

"Three." Dean's tongue flicked around the outer shell of her ear even as his fingers rubbed slow circles around her clit, which was soaked with her own juices and Dean's cum.

Kayla's eyes rolled back into her head in reckless pleasure, her lips parting in a silent cry. Dean's touch, in addition to the setting, was evoking within her feelings so powerful it was taking Kayla to another level she had never been before.

"Dean..." She breathed as Dean's wet lips landed on her neck. If he hadn't been holding her, she'd have fallen.

"Four." Dean murmured, stepping forward and pinning Kayla against the railing. 

He coaxed Kayla to leaned forward in such a way that her stomach comfortably rested on the rail. She felt Dean lift and push her skirt up around her waist, felt the breeze on her bare bum and shivered. Kayla heard the unmistakable sound of Dean's zipper being lowered. What she didn't know was that Dean had simply reached inside to pull out his hard throbbing cock without even unbuckling his belt. She moaned when she felt Dean's hard hot cock on her thighs that were already creamy with his cum. 

Kayla thought she had seen it all, felt it all...but what she didn't know was that there really was a cloud nine. And Dean was just getting started on one. 

"Five." Dean growled and entered her soaked pussy to the hilt. God he was huge. It took biting her lip to hold in her scream. 

"Ah, God." She gasped, her body shuddering as her muscles gripped the cock embedded inside her. Kayla's desire spiralled beyond her expectation as shattering ecstasy made black spots dance in her vision. 

Kayla felt so good, every muscle in Dean's body trembled with pleasure. She might be impaled on his cock, but Dean knew his body was totally in her power. Having sex with someone you love was euphoric. Being in love made the whole experience simply exquisite and sensuous. He grunted as fire shot from his brain, down his spine, into his legs and back to his balls. A wave of dizziness crashed over him at the intense pleasure he was deriving from being inside Kayla, under the stars. His toes tingled. Dean caressed Kayla's butt with reverence. He thought she had the sweetest, sexiest butt ever, and wondered what it would feel like to be inside that hot arse, squeezed by it, milked by it... 

"Fuck!" Dean bellowed, gripping Kayla's hips tightly with renewed urgency, and then silently calling on all the angels for control, he slowly pulled out and thrust back into her gently and rhythmically. 

"Dean." Kayla gasped brokenly at the exquisite feeling of Dean gliding deep inside her, aided by his cum and her cream. 

Her cries of excitement built as he gradually increased his tempo. Before long, he was fucking her long and hard, fighting to hold on to his control. When it came to Kayla, Dean really didn't have any choice but to let go and feel. The woman was too damned sexy for her own good.

"Kay," he gasped as he drove himself deeper still. "Christ, you feel so good."

He was tireless and relentless, taking his pleasure and giving her pleasure so intense, she couldn't suppress her moans, much as she tried. When he angled his hips and stroked over and over that sensitive spot inside her, Kayla gave up and cried out lustfully, no longer able to hold in the sound as her toes curled almost painfully inside her high-heels from pure pleasure. She didn't care who heard her cries at that point. Her body shook with mindless ecstasy. 

The sounds she was making were so erotic Dean couldn't help but smile in triumph. Kayla sounded sexy as sin. Dean leaned down and tuned her face to his for a sizzling kiss. Their kiss was rough and passionate, so full of pent-up desire. When he released her lips, Kayla opened her eyes for the first time since he stated fucking her and gasped when her eyes fell directly on a couple looking right back at her from one of the buildings. It was obvious they couldn't see her face but they could see the action. There were about five other people watching them from different buildings. One man was busily wanking off whilst staring at them. Kayla surprised herself by getting even more turned on. Watching others watching you fuck was definitely a turn on. Naughty, but definitely smutty and salacious. Every nerve ending in her body came alive, tingling with excitement.

Kayla rose onto her toes and then rocked back on her heels suddenly, thrusting onto Dean, taking over even as she stared back at their audience. Nothing existed on Earth but Dean's body, his hard cock driving her crazy. Kayla fucked herself on that cock. When she started rotating her hips erotically, first to the left, and then to the right, gyrating sexily against Dean and squeezing his cock tightly, he was floored. His eyelids fluttered. The pleasure in his groin was almost unbearable.

"Oh fuck, baby." He husked in surprise, stilling his movement to enjoy the sight of Kayla fucking herself on his cock. 

It was a sight Dean wasn't ever going to forget. She looked erotically stunning. She'd grabbed tightly onto the rails with both hands and bent forward, taking Dean more deeply inside, and was squeezing his cock tightly within her body even as she rotated her hips.

"Kay, that feels amazing." A helpless gasp tore from Dean's throat. 

His breathing became rapid and chaotic. Primal groans that sounded like he was in pain burst forth irrepressibly when Kayla clenched her vaginal muscles even tighter to increase his stimulation, to drive him crazy. He felt the unmistakable sensation of his balls tighten up and knew what was about to happen. He wasn't ready for that.

"Enough." Dean growled. His hands gripped Kayla's hipbones, trying to hold her still as he took several deep breaths. "Hold still, please." He pleaded.

Dean pulled Kayla's body upright against his. One of his arms coiled around her waist whilst the other massaged her exposed breasts, pulling and rubbing her nipples. He started thrusting into her slowly. His lips brushed against her ear, his breathing still harsh. 

"God, you're one hot chic." He panted in her ear.

Holding her tightly against his body, Dean started pounding into her vigorously, his mouth latching on to the pleasure point behind her ear to suck sensually till she thought she'd go mad.

"Dean, so good." She whimpered brokenly as her head lolled back on his shoulder and her eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Her back arched as her body trembled with the beginnings of a release. Her body tensed, waiting, ready to let go... God, she was almost there... 

Dean pulled out, and even as a stunned gasp tore out of Kayla's lips, he turned her around to face him.

"Dean..." Kayla gasped. She could barely catch a breath. A frustrated whimpered left her lips.

"How far do you want to go?" He whispered staring into her confused glazed eyes. "I need to know Kay."

Kayla's breath hitched in her throat. She blinked to get her eyes to focus and stared incredulously at Dean. "Christ, why did you..." Kayla started heatedly but stopped her line of questioning when she saw Dean's expression. He'd raised an eyebrow challengingly and was waiting for her to answer his question. 

Kayla's body was strung so tight, the ache was eating her up so much that tears of frustration stung her eyes. What the heck had Dean done to her? Was she so addicted to sex that being denied an orgasm got her this unsettled? This could only be one person's fault – Dean's. She glared at him.

"Further than you ever went with her." She husked, breathing hard. She knew she should be mindful of what she was saying but she was too wound up and frustrated to care. 

That's all Dean needed to hear. He bent to kiss her pouting lips, biting her lightly on her lower lip. "Hey relax, I'll fix this. Just, not now. You'll thank me later." She raised her eyes to his and saw those dark blue eyes promising more...much more, later. 

He picked her up bridal style and walked to a nicely covered steal table. On every national holiday, Dean's parents spent time up there so he wasn't surprised the table was there. Dean bent Kayla over the table so that her butt was on the edge and her high-heeled feet were firmly planted on the ground. 

"Reach out and hold the edge with both hands." Dean commanded in a barely controlled voice.

Without the slightest of hesitation, Kayla reached out with both hands and held on to the edge of the table like it was her life line. She had no idea what Dean was going to do but she trusted him not only to keep her safe, but to give her every pleasure she imagined and more. She felt Dean raise one of her legs onto the table, opening her up even more for his eyes. Kayla blushed. Dean lightly smacked her arse, and then lined his pulsing erection with her wet pussy. He slowly sank all the way inside, pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal, and then slammed back inside her tight heat. 

"Oh, sweet Lord." Kayla's eyes closed in ecstasy. 

"Like that?" Dean asked in a low voice, loving how out of control Kayla was.

"Love it, baby." Kayla moaned.

Dean fucked her with long, deep strokes. To him, there was nothing more thrilling than Kayla's moans and mewls of pleasure. Those sounds spurred him on like a man possessed. His muscles burned from the strain, but he kept pumping his hips, kept pushing in and pulling out of that divine heat, that tightness that was consuming him and swallowing him whole. Only the feel of Kayla around him, the sound of her moans and the blinding love he felt for her kept him sane. He was overwhelmed by desire and need. 

Then Dean felt it, Kayla was about to come. He could feel it in the way she tensed up, the way her breath hitched, the sweet mewling sounds she was making, which she always made just before she fell off the edge. He felt Kayla tightening, constricting around him... He wasn't ready to allow her that relief just yet.

"No you don't." Dean rasped and pulled out of Kayla. 

"God, please don't stop Dean. Please!" Kayla sobbed, not even caring that she was begging. She needed to come so bad. "Dean, please, need to come, please..."

"You beg so sweetly my love. But we're still not there yet." Dean growled going down on his knees behind Kayla. 

Kayla felt Dean's breath on her arse and turned to look behind her. "What are you doing?" 

"Don't let go Kay. And look forward." Came his stern command.

Dean knelt behind Kayla and stared at her delectable creamy arse. Thanks to the remaining light, every inch of her beautiful arse was exposed to him and it was such an arousing sight. Christ! His eyes went to what he was looking for...that tiny puckered pretty pink hole. His breath hitched at the clenching hole. 

"Beautiful," he breathed.

Leaning down, Dean dropped tiny kisses on her arse, gradually inching towards her crease. He could hear Kayla making tiny lustful sounds that went straight to his cock. He realized her forehead was on the table, probably out of shame? Dean vowed to work on that. He didn't want Kayla feeling shame where he was concerned. 

When Kayla felt the wet flick against her back entrance, she was so shocked she tensed up. Ignoring Kayla's shocked and grunted protests, Dean flicked the tip of his tongue slowly but firmly across the tight opening.

"Dean..." Kayla breathed. "What..."

"Relax." She heard Dean mutter. "And hold still."

Closing her eyes and breathing deep, Kayla tried to do as Dean demanded. She felt Dean's hot tongue thoroughly wetting her hole with saliva, licking and swirling his tongue in tormenting little circles against that sensitive flesh. Jesus! It felt wonderful. 

"Oh my God." Kayla cried out, her fingers curling more tightly over the edge of the table. She'd never felt anything like that, had never even thought anyone could do that. 

Dean felt elated at Kayla's response. He had feared she would stop him and had been pleasantly surprised and thrilled that she hadn't. Her gasps and moans of pleasure stabbed Dean with a fresh bolt of lust. His tongue teased and licked at her, then that tongue eased inside her and Kayla went nuts.

"That feels fantastic, Dean." Kayla moaned, pushing back against that wicked tongue, needing more. 

Dean repeatedly drove his tongue in as far as he could and drew back, then proceeded to tongue-fuck her like his life depended on it. Kayla was going out of her mind. It felt simply amazing. Her nipples tightened into even harder pebbles. Goose bumps rose along the surface of her skin. Kayla was in heaven.

Whilst driving her out of her mind with his wicked tongue, Dean pushed a finger into her soaked pussy, getting it wet for his next move. When he felt her hole had loosened up enough, he pulled out his tongue and then using only the faintest touch, tapped the sweet rosette with the pad of his thumb. Kayla groaned. And it was a good groan. He replaced his thumb with his lubricated finger and gently wriggled the very tip of his finger, using slow, gentle pressure on the already relaxed opening. Dean prodded Kayla's hole, taking it slow, just enough to drive her crazy but not to hurt her.

"Try to push me out baby. But don't clench on me." Dean instructed. "And take a deep breath."

Kayla did as he asked and Dean watched the tight hole swallow his finger to the first knuckle, stretching to accommodate him. Kayla gave a long moan when she felt Dean's finger pop into her arse. It felt different, dirty and so good. 

"Oh God!" Kayla whispered, loving the sensation so much even her voice trembled.

She writhed against the table, pushing her arse back onto the finger lodged inside her. When Dean slowly sank in his finger to the second knuckle, Kayla cried out as pleasure threatened to steal her sanity, and never return it.

"That feels wonderful, Dean." She gasped, grounding her arse onto his finger. She'd completely lost track of where she was. Moaning loudly and repeatedly, Kayla gyrated her hips in a shameless dance. 

Dean worked his finger in and out, sliding deeper and deeper into her, loosening all the clenching muscles. Kayla's thigh muscles quivered as she grew frantic, her hips thrusting erratically as she fucked herself on that awesome finger, whimpering, pleading. She wanted more.

"Dean..." She cried out.

"I'm right here, Kay." Dean husked as he stood up from his crouched position, his think, long finger fucking Kayla with skilled precision. "I'm going to make you feel so good baby."

Still working his finger in and out of Kayla, Dean rubbed the head of his hard throbbing cock against her wet slit, then entered her with one deep thrust, delighting in Kayla's scream of pleasure. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Kayla panted her litany of lust as pleasure battered her senses with the double assault. The pleasure of having Dean's cock back inside her completely shut her brain down. 

Dean knew that just like Kayla, he was decidedly not in control anymore. He would have been worried had it not felt better than anything. He was too turned on to think. He thrust his finger into her arse as he pounded his cock into her pussy, his hips pumping in synchronicity with his finger. Dean felt Kayla tighten on his cock and almost lost his balance. He cried out as he bore down, the frayed remains of his discipline totally gone. He thrust forward, grinding deep, rotating his hips to intensify their pleasure, burrowed deeper and deeper whilst finger-fucking her arse like there was no tomorrow. 

"Oh, holy hell." Dean growled. He felt like he was flying to pieces and never wanted the amazing feeling to end but also knew it had to end before he lost his mind.

He reached beneath Kayla with his other hand, his fingers hovering so close to her aching clit but not touching. Kayla could feel the heat of his hand and didn't understand why Dean wasn't touching her clit as she was dying for him to do. The sensation was driving her crazy, getting her wound up.

"Dean please..." She moaned in frustration. She needed to come so bad.

"Tell me what you want my love." Dean husked. "Tell me."

Kayla's eyes shot open in surprise at Dean's demand. Did he seriously want her to spell out what she wanted? But what she saw when her eyes opened made her breath hitch in her throat. Someone...Jean, was leaning against the railing directly opposite the table they were fucking on, his ankles were crossed, a hand stuck inside his pocket, a cigarette stuck between his lips...watching them fuck. Jean's eyes locked with hers.

Sweet Jesus! For how long had he been watching them, Kayla wondered. And he was close enough to see them clearly and hear every word spoken. But even as she wondered and flushed shamefully, Kayla couldn't call a halt to what was happening. She was too far gone on pleasure to stop. Something about Jean watching as Dean pounded into her, made this more exciting. Shameful in a way, but exciting. There was something so highly erotic about it that Kayla instantly felt the beginnings of an explosive release within her body. It felt like Dean was everywhere, inside her pussy and her arse, fucking vigorously into her from behind, and at the same time, looking directly at her. Kayla felt her orgasm bubble just under the surface of her skin, waiting for a touch to her clit to burst forth. 

"I want you to touch me." She breathed, staring back at Jean with a look of lust, desire and...defiance? 

Jean smiled slightly. He would give it to her...she had balls, he thought. Now he knew exactly why his brother was so over the moon for her. Kayla was what they called, 'Classy Sizzle'. She was defiantly worth losing an 'I-love-youginity' over. Dean lost his to a deserving chic for sure.

"I'm already touching you, baby. You're going to have to tell me exactly where you want me to touch you." Dean's voice sounded so sexy a shiver raced down Kayla's spine.

What was Dean doing to her? He knew perfectly well where she wanted his touch. Why did he want her to spell it out? She was dying. Going out of her mind. She had been denied completion for too long and just wanted that tiny touch that would set her off. With determination, Kayla wriggled he hips downward, trying to get closer to the hand hovering over her clit. But Dean knew what she was trying to do and made sure her clit never touched his hand. A sob tore out of Kayla. 




The Steamy Chase Ch. 08



"Tell me Kayla." He cajoled. God, he loved this woman. "Just tell me."

She almost squeezed her eyes shut in shame, but couldn't look away from Jean. She was nearly hyperventilating from need. What was he going to think about her if she blurted out what she wanted to Dean? Then Kayla saw it...it was very slight but she saw it clearly... Jean's nod of encouragement. In the end, her body's need overpowered her apprehension and shame. Kayla licked suddenly dry lips.

"My clit." She whispered. Then in a stronger voice she said; "Touch my clit please. I need to com..."

Before she could finish her request, Dean's fingers were strumming her clit as though they were working on a guitar's strings. Kayla went berserk, squirming and writhing as sensation overload threatened. Her eyes started to go hazy just as a loud cry tore out of her throat, she bucked against those fingers, totally drunk on pleasure. Dean didn't know if she even realized she always made those mewling sounds in the back of her throat whenever she was about to come. It drove him crazy. She couldn't hold still, it felt like she was on fire. She was close. So damn close...

When Kayla exploded, she didn't moan or cry out. She screamed, long and hard as she convulsed around Dean, clamping down on his cock. Nothing could stop her from flying apart, exploding into a million pieces, burning under the pressure of Dean's invading finger, strumming fingers and thrusting cock. Her scream tore across the rooftop, carried over the wind to any listening ear. Her surroundings disappeared until all she knew was Dean and the pleasure he was giving her, and Jean, whose eyes never left hers throughout her orgasm. She was in a state of euphoria, a sublime pleasure that simply blew her mind. It felt so good it was almost painful. She forgot to breath, she lost all sense of hearing, her vision blurred and her heart threatened to burst from her chest, her eyes widened...

"Breathe." She saw Jean mouth at her and exhaled the breath she had been holding for longer than it should have been possible.

"Oh my God, Dean." Kayla gasped. Her mind was still blank. God, she was dying. Right there on that metal table. And she didn't care.

With a quick jerk of his hips, Dean pulled out of Kayla and turned her to lie on her back. Then plunging back into her, he closed his eyes and began to ride her with obvious intent, hard and rhythmically, with just one goal in mind...to come. He was so out of it, his thrusts grew increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost his rhythm. His body was tense, face contorted with pleasure. Kayla had never seen anything sexier in her life. She knew she wouldn't mind seeing that look every day and every night for as long as she lived.

Kayla couldn't take her eyes off him. He was simply gorgeous. She felt such an overwhelming love for him, a wave of tenderness so profound it brought tears to her eyes. Lifting her hips, she gyrated against him, wanting to give him more pleasure. She squeezed him inside her, tighter and tighter. 

"Fuck, Kay. Yes, baby. Squeeze me. Just like that." He whispered, coming undone.

Kayla rocked even harder against him, clenching her muscles. But in doing so, she also unintentionally stimulated her swollen clit against his pubic bone. When she felt the beginnings of an unexpected orgasm, she reached up and brought Dean's head to hers and captured his lips in a kiss so sweet and at the same time so wild, Dean's orgasm slammed into him without warning. 

He threw his head back with a loud cry and went completely still as he poured his cum into her. He came so hard his world went white. 

"Be mine, Kayla." He growled even as his body trembled with ecstatic ripples. "Please."

That passionate plea was her undoing. Kayla's orgasm slammed through her, rippling through her entire body, causing her muscles to tighten up rhythmically on Dean's cock, milking him pleasurably and prolonging his orgasm. They were both on a high so amazing it was indescribable.

Kayla didn't know exactly when she started chanting Dean's name. All she knew was that she couldn't bring herself to stop. And that in itself, was driving Dean out of his mind. When their tremors eventually stilled, Dean collapsed beside her, cuddling her in his arms with so much tenderness.

"Christ...You'll be the death of me Kay." His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. Then his mouth descended on hers, kissing her with so much passion, telling her through the kiss just how much she meant to him. "I love you. I love you so much it fucking breaks me." He whispered around the lump in his throat. Then went right back to kissing her.

When they came up for air, Kayla cupped Dean's cheeks in her palm and looked into his eyes, her own shimmering with irrepressible tears. "And I love you Dean. I love you with everything that I am. And I'm yours. Just as you're mine." Her voice cracked as her throat squeezed shut with emotion. When Dean's handsome face blurred, she blinked and tears spilled from her eyes into her hair.

"You're incredible, you know that?" Dean husked, gently wiping at her tears with the heel of his hand.

Kayla only smiled, then remembering Jean, she turned her head to the side where he had been standing. He wasn't there.

"He's gone." Dean said quietly, knowing who Kayla was looking for. "Did it bother you?" When Kayla indicated with a shake of her head that it hadn't, Dean dropped a kiss on her swollen lips. "You were amazing, baby. That was off the hook!" He gave her a delirious smile, his dimples showing.

"You are so frigging gorgeous." Kayla gushed, then promptly added when Dean blushed; "And so adorable."

Dean groaned. "Are you trying to emasculate me woman? I just fuck your brains out and the best you can come up with is, I'm adorable?" Dean gave a mock scowl.

Kayla's entire body shook uncontrollably against Dean's with laughter. "Oh baby, you know you always rock my world. You are one hell of a good lay Mr. Broody." She purred. "Come here, let me show you just how much."

When Kayla's weaved her fingers inside Dean's hair, he moaned and his eyes drifted shut. Lowering his head he took her lips, tracing the contour of her lush swollen lip with his tongue before probing into her mouth. He run his tongue along the ridge of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and then stroked the surface of her tongue. She sighed, trembling, as her lips parted wider to allow his tongue deeper. When she started sucking on his tongue, Dean shuddered with a groan, feeling his cock harden inside Kayla.

"Ahh," Dean gasped, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. "Kay, we have to stop." He groaned. "I want you in a proper bed." He tore his mouth away from hers and pulled out of her warmth.

Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, Dean wiped Kayla clean as much as he could, then he wiped himself and zipped up. When he pulled Kayla off the table, he had to hold her for a while as her legs just wouldn't stop shaking. He tucked her head beneath his chin and stroked her back with one hand.

They could hear the faint sounds of Foy Vance's 'Guiding Light' playing and Dean swayed Kayla to the music. 

"When I need to get home you're my guiding light, you're my guiding light." He sang along in his flawless baritone, making Kayla melt even more.

"Oh God, he can sing too." She whimpered in awe. "You're killing me here."

Dean laughed and nuzzled her ear. "You okay?" He whispered into her ear.

"I'm good." She said gazing up at him adoringly. God, she wanted him again. Desperately. How could she want him again already? Kayla sighed. She was addicted to Dean Broody, Kayla thought as a ripple of delight streaked down her spine. God help her. God help them both as there was no power strong enough to stop her from lusting after Dean for...as long as she lived. Damn!

***

When they eventually got downstairs, they both headed straight for the washroom to clean up. Kayla blushed to the roots of her hair when Dean insisted on cleaning her up himself after quickly cleaning himself up. 

"I can do it myself Dean." She protested. No longer cloaked under the lethargic intimacy usually shared right after sex, Kayla felt too shy to allow that. 

"I know. But I don't want you to feel shy around me Kay. Ever! Now come here." Dean's determined look indicated that he wasn't in the mood to be argued with. "Besides I can do a better job 'cause I can see every..."

"Will you shut up?" Kayla groaned, covering her eyes. Dean roared with laughter.

He picked Kayla up and laid her on the wide vanity. Then he proceeded to wipe her clean with a warm washcloth. By the time he was done, Kayla felt as good as new. Dean went to bring her bag so she could restyle her hair and re-do her make up.

"You look beautiful." Dean murmured, looking at her with so much desire her breath caught in her throat.

"Thank you." She smiled.

Josh, Sam and Alan had already left with their partners and the kids. So had Alice. Ron, Jean and Tyler were sitting by the pool with Michael, conversing and sharing a bottle of Camus. 

"There you are." Michael Broody turned to smile at Dean and Kayla when they entered the pool area. "Sweetheart, Lucy wants to see you." Michael addressed Kayla. "Show her to our bedroom son." He instructed Dean and turned back to his other sons, who had been conversing the whole time Michael had been talking to Dean and Kayla.

By the time they got back inside the house, Kayla was a nervous wreck. 

"Oh my God Dean, she knows." Kayla breathed, clutching at Dean's hand.

"Knows what?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"What do you mean, knows what? She knows we had sex up there. What am I..."

"Baby?" Dean stopped and turned to face Kayla, taking both of her hands in his. "Listen to me. The last thing my mother would do is condemn you for having sex. Wrong mother. How the fuck do you think she gave birth to seven ki..."

"Dean, you know what I mean." Kayla whimpered, cutting him off.

"I know." Dean said with a chuckle. "I was just trying to make you feel better. But seriously, I don't think my mother sees anything wrong with having sex Kay. You can always tell her we didn't have sex if that will make you feel better." Dean chuckled. "But wait...she might wanna check. See for herself...she's a gynecologist you know..."

"Will you get serious for just a second Dean?" Kayla screeched hitting Dean on the arm.

"Ouch." He cried out in mock indignation, rubbing his arm. "That's assault Madam Law Student." But when he saw the genuine worried look on Kayla's face, Dean sobered up and hugged her to him. "You'll be fine. My mother already adores you, Kay. You have nothing to worry about. Okay?"

"Okay." Kayla whispered feeling slightly better.

"Shall we?" Dean asked stepping away from her and taking her hand in his larger ones.

Dean rang the bell on his parents' door and opened it. "Mum?"

"In here, baby." Lucy called out from somewhere inside the room. 

Kayla noticed that they were standing in a living room. Lucy was probably in there somewhere, she thought. She turned to follow Dean into another room and gasped. Michael and Lucy Broody's bedroom was the biggest she'd ever seen. 

"Hi Kayla." Lucy was sitting up in bed, with her back against the headboard, holding a TV remote. She was reducing the volume on the program she was watching. "Come here darling. Come sit beside me."

Kayla went to stand awkwardly beside the gargantuan bed and looked down at her shoes.

"Climb in." Lucy laughed. "Don't mind those. They are lovely by the way. Come on." She patted the space beside her.

But Dean quickly went down on a knee to undo the straps around Kayla's ankles, and then removed her shoes. "There, you'll be more comfortable this way."

"Thanks." Kayla smiled at him and climbed onto the bed beside Lucy.

Lucy waited till Kayla was comfortably seated beside her, then turned to her son with a slow wink. "You may leave."

"Alright, alright, I'm going. See you later, babes." Then Dean was gone. 

Lucy increased the volume on the program she was watching on the giant flat screen TV. 'Iron Chef America'. Bobby Flay was up against Michael Symon.

"I just love Michael Symon. He's definitely going to win this." Lucy gushed. 

"Wanna bet?" Kayla drawled before she could stop herself.

Lucy laughed. "Oh, so you're a fan of this program too huh?" She asked turning to look at Kayla.

"I love it Dr. Broo..."

"Ah, ah, none of that. Call me Lucy." Lucy said, turning back to the program. "Tell me, who's your favourite Iron Chef?"

"Bobby Flay. Oh but I love Symon too. And Morimoto is simply a master. And I think Marc Forgione is cute. Alex..."

"You love all of them don't you?" Lucy laughed, captivated by the excitement in Kayla's eyes.

"I do actually." Kayla said with a laugh. "Especially Bobby Flay. Come on, the guy even grills bananas."

"Tell me about it." Lucy said and they both burst into laughter. "Okay then, let's see who wins. If my Michael wins..."

"I knew it. You love Symon because he's called Michael." Kayla teased, suddenly feeling at ease around the elderly woman.

"You got me there." Lucy laughed. "And he can cook too." She added. "So if he wins, what do I get?" Lucy asked.

"What do you want?" Kayla shot back.

Lucy Broody went quiet for a full minute, then in a soft voice, she said, "Love my son. Don't hurt him."

Kayla's eyes instantly filled with tears. "And if I win?" She whispered around the lump in her throat.

"What would you want?" Lucy asked.

"I'll love the hell out of him." She whispered fiercely, the tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

"Come here." Lucy said, gathering Kayla into her arms and wiping her cheeks with a tissue.

And that's how both women watched the show, with Kayla tugged comfortably beside Lucy, her head resting on the older woman's shoulder. When Michael Symon won, both women laughed softly.

"We both win." Lucy murmured. "Welcome to the family, Kayla."

"Thank you Lucy." Kayla whispered and adjusted herself more comfortably against Lucy.

When Dean and his father entered the room about an hour later, it was to find both women fast asleep, with Kayla still cuddled beside Lucy. Both men just stood there staring at the women in their lives. Then Dean took out his phone from his pocket and took a picture of the most heart-tugging sight he'd ever seen.

"I think that one is yours." Michael said, pointing at Kayla with a chuckle when Dean pocketed his phone. 

Dean picked up Kayla's bag and shoes from the foot of the bed where she had left them, leaned down to kiss his mother on her forehead and then picked Kayla up bridal style, making sure his dad didn't see her naked butt. 

"Good night Dad." He said strolling towards the door. 

"Night son. Talk to you tomorrow."

***

Kayla opened her eyes when Dean laid her on his bed. "Where are we?" She stretched.

"My house." Dean said starting to strip out of his clothes. "You fell asleep with my mother."

"Oh..." Her eyes widened. "You mean I've been asleep all this while?"

"Yes. You're obviously tired. I'll be right back." Dean said entering his en-suite bathroom. 

Kayla heard water running even as her heavy eyelids fluttered shut. When Dean came back into the room, in all his naked glory, it was to find Kayla fast asleep.

"Wake up, baby." He said sitting beside Kayla on the bed to gently shake her.

Kayla groaned and opened her eyes slightly to look at Dean. "I just wanna sleep." She pouted. 

Then her eyes opened wider when she took in Dean's sexy naked body. "You know, if I wasn't feeling so sleepy, I'd rape you." She murmured, making Dean laugh.

"Well too bad you're feeling sleepy." Dean said stripping off Kayla's clothes. Then he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom.

The bath, which was big enough for six people, was filled with water, steam rising gently above the foam. Dean placed her inside the warm water and got in behind her so that Kayla sat between his legs with her back against his chest and her head on his shoulder. Dean's legs encased Kayla, and his cock hit right at the cleft of her arse. He was hard.

"Dean..." Kayla breathed.

"Take no notice of that baby. I can't help it." He said in a calm voice as he lathered and washed her.

"But I want it." She whined. She suddenly wanted Dean so much every muscle in her body had tensed to the point of hurting. Who wouldn't, if they were around all that naked hotness currently stationed behind her?

"Kayla, you're virtually asleep. The last thing you need right now is sex."

Kayla wiggled her butt against Dean's erection, smirking when she heard his groan. "Kay...stop that." 

She grabbed his right hand and brought it to her lips, dropping a gentle kiss into his palm. Then she drew one of his fingers into her hot mouth. Kayla could hear Dean breathing hard behind her. She sucked his finger gently, drawing her mouth back to the tip, and working her tongue along its underside, before she sucked it deep again.

"Oh fuck!" Dean groaned as his eyes drifted shut. Kayla could feel his body trembling against her. "Kay, please."

"I want you." She breathed.

With a growl Dean wrapped his left arm under her breasts, using his fingers to caress her nipples, plucking, pinching and twisting them till a cry left her lips. Then his right hand burrowed into the water to find Kayla's pulsing clit. It was already swollen and begging for attention. Dean pinched it between his thumb and fingertips, stroking it front and back, working her into an insatiable frenzy.

"Oh God, yes, Dean. So good." Kayla gave a long moan.

"Is this what you want?" Dean husked against her neck, his mouth sucking on that sensitive spot at the base of her neck.

"Yes, yes. Oh God, I'm going to..." She cried out as her body shuddered and twitched in orgasm, riding every contraction. 

Kayla gasped over and over as she came apart. Then her body instantly went lax against Dean, all soft and sweet. Dean had never felt such overwhelming love and tenderness in his heart as he felt at that very moment.

Dean removed his fingers from her clit knowing that she would be sensitive from all that stroking. He quickly rinsed Kayla and got her out of the tub to dry her. She was fast asleep even before her head touched the pillow. Dean got into bed and drew her into his arms, and then pulled up the comforter to cover them, totally ignoring his erection. He smiled when she mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled into his chest. 

He loved her so fucking much. Dean leaned forward to drop a kiss on Kayla's forehead and then drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face. 

***

Dean woke the next morning to an exquisite feeling around his cock. Damp heat engulfed him. With an involuntary moan, he looked down and saw Kayla between his leg, her lips sliding over the crown of his already hard cock, and then moving down to suck about half his shaft into her hot mouth. 

"Fuck!" Dean's hands went to her head, not to direct her but simply to touch her.

Life ceased to exist. There was nothing left but the sensation of her mouth on him, swallowing him down until half of his cock disappeared into her mouth. Shit! Didn't she have any gag reflexes? He watched her pull back to flick her wet little tongue over his tip, swirling it around in a way that caused a shiver to run down his spine. Dean let his head fall back with an agonized groan. 

"That feels so good," he mumbled. It wasn't just the feel of her hands and mouth, but the sight of her doing what she was doing, that sent his mind into a blissful frenzy. 

Kayla was determined to drive Dean out of his mind. She had fantasized about giving him a blowjob for a while now. Having no idea how to go about it, Kayla had surfed the internet to learn all there was to know about giving head. She had actually gone further to practice on bananas. And from the sounds Dean was making, she had gotten it right. Once Dean was glistening with moisture from her clever tongue, Kayla curled her hand around the base as she slowly worked him deep. Her flushed cheeks hollowed as she sucked him in. Though Dean's cock was too big to fit into her mouth, she was determined to get him down her throat.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 08



"Oh God, Kay..." Dean choked out, threading his fingers through her hair. He wanted to grab the back of her head and fuck her face, but had to make a conscious effort not to hurt or scare her. 

Kayla looked up at Dean with glassy green eyes glazed with lust. Dean took in her flushed face, cherry-red cheeks, and blood-red lips and thought she was the most beautiful creature in the universe. 

"Fucking gorgeous, baby." Dean moaned, watching Kayla suck his cock like a pro.

The sight of her burned into his brain, shredded his control even as her tongue rolled around his shaft and teased, driving Dean out of his mind. Her hand stroked him at his base even as her other hand moved down to cup his balls. She left no part of his length unexplored by those wet, delectable mouth and her hands. Her ministrations sent a shiver across Dean's skin, causing his back to arch involuntarily. His entire life was focused between his legs in that moment, Kayla's mouth causing delicious sensations which he could feel all the way to his toes. When Kayla moved down to lick and suck on his ball, Dean almost jumped off the bed.

"Holy fuck." He breathed as his fingers tangled in Kayla's hair, squeezing tightly...possessively. A primal whimper came out of his throat, a sound of pure excitement set free.

Those lips latched onto his balls felt amazing. Kayla kept stroking his leaking cock the whole time. Then with a naughty look in her lovely eyes, she released his balls and moved that hot mouth back onto his cock. A ragged grunt escaped Dean's mouth as she closed her mouth around the fat head of his cock, engulfing it fully, and then proceeded to suck hard even as her hand twisted and pumped the length of his cock not covered by her mouth.

"Good God, woman. What are you doing to me?" He groaned. His cock throbbed and his balls ached with the need to come. 

With his eyes practically rolling back in his head, Dean's hips rocked slowly, undulating sexily against Kayla's lips. His breathing became ragged and choppy as his chest heaved. The pure pleasure of her tongue slicking up the underside of his dick and her hands rolling his balls was more than he could take. Jesus. 

With an animalistic growl, Dean's fingers tightened in Kayla's hair and he took control. He held her head exactly where he wanted it and started to slowly thrust into that hot mouth, watching Kayla's face the whole time for signs of distress. There was none. Dean was careful not to go too deep but Kayla surprised him by actually trying to take more of him in. She took Dean as deeply into her mouth as she could, felt the head of Dean's cock at her throat and relaxed, trying to take him in further. When Dean felt his cock hit the back of Kayla's throat, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. It felt so good. 

"Christ!" Dean choked out, his balls tightening instantly. He was shocked at the skill Kayla was exhibiting. Though the muscles in her throat seemed to constrict around his shaft, she didn't gag...didn't choke. Fuck!

Kayla locked eyes with Dean, taking in his face which was lost in pleasure, and wanted him that way forever. She felt humbled and at the same time thrilled that she had such a profound effect on such a blatantly sexual person. Kayla therefore wanted to give him maximum pleasure, one he would never forget. Though her eyes watered, she didn't pull off the huge cock stuck down her throat. Even as her mind screamed... too much, too thick, too fast, too deep, her throat worked convulsively, accepting the battering intrusion, taking all of him. 

Dean couldn't help but be amazed at what Kayla was doing. Even as he hovered around cloud nine, he was still wondering how Kayla got so skilled in giving head. Was it beginners luck? Had she done it before? If she had, who was the guy? 'Cause whoever the guy was, Dean wanted to meet him...and beat him to a pulp...well, after giving him a grateful handshake of cause. Much as he hated the idea, he acknowledged the fact that he had taught her well.

Then Kayla did the unthinkable...she started humming around the head of the cock lodged in her throat. How the fuck do you manage that with a cock lodged so deep down your throat? But even as he wondered, Dean knew he didn't stand a chance. He lost it.

He felt his balls draw tight, felt himself about spiralling over the edge. "Kay, fuck, move, gonna come," he groaned, but Kay wouldn't budge. She rather chose that moment to swallow around his cock. 

With a loud scream and snap of his hips, his climax tore into him from his toes on up. Dean let his head fall back as his hips moved, just letting the sensations drive him. Holding Kayla by the hair, he speared his shaft down into the willing throat, spilling hot and thick cum down her throat. The excruciating ecstasy was so intense, the world disappeared.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Dean felt like he was going to die of pleasure as every organ in his body clenched in hard spasms.

Kayla's throat rebelled. She gagged, her eyes watered but she didn't let go. Dean immediately loosened his hold on her head and stopped pumping his cock into her throat. So much cum spurted out so quickly, Kayla couldn't swallow all, the excess spilling out of the corners of her mouth.

The climax shattered Dean, hitting so hard, he lost his breath. His gut cramped. Dizziness assailed him as his chest heaved with each gasping breath he took. His body jerked spasmodically, riding the aftershocks, his orgasm leaving him entirely disoriented. Kayla didn't let him go until she'd wrung every blessed drop from him. Just as the sucking on his over sensitized cockhead became too much, Kayla eased off and licked gently up and down his softening shaft, not willing to give up that feeling of Dean's cock in her mouth.

After licking his cock and her lips clean, Kayla crawled up to partially lie on Dean. She was panting from all the exertion. She looked at Dean's closed eyes, noting the shudders that still rocked his body. He was gorgeous. 

"Come on, open your eyes." She whispered.

With some effort, Dean pried open his eyes. He was feeling all floaty and sated, his mind buzzing from the most amazing high. Brilliant dark blue eyes, which looked dazed, turned on Kayla. He was obviously still lost in a world of his own. Jesus! 

Wild horses couldn't have stopped Kayla from leaning down to kiss him senseless. When he parted his lips to invite the invasion of her tongue, she plunged in. Thrusting her hands into his hair, she held him still for the onslaught of her mouth. She utterly devoured him, ravaged Dean's willing mouth. When Kayla eventually came up for air, Dean watched her so intently, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Good morning," She said softly.

Dean kept staring at her, making her flustered.

"Quit looking at me like that," Kayla whispered.

"Like what?" Dean croaked.

"Like...that." Kayla muttered and closed her eyes, suddenly feeling shy.

"I'm sorry. That was...there are no words for what you just did, Kay." There was no tease in Dean's voice, and Kayla slowly cracked her eyes open. "Jesus Christ, Kay," Dean run his fingers through his hair with a moan. "I've never experienced anything like that."

"So you liked it?" She asked quietly.

Dean's mouth fell open. "You...you really have to ask that? Seriously? That was out of this world, baby. I'm...I don't...how were you...fuck!" Dean couldn't string his question together.

"You're wondering how I knew how to..." Kayla trailed off blushing even harder.

"Hell, yeah." Dean rasped. "How the fuck did you know how to do that?"

Kayla hid her face against Dean's neck and groaned. "I researched on the net." She murmured against his skin.

"Holy fuck," Dean whispered. His heart soared. She had done that for him. "I love you so much, baby."

"I know. And I love you too." She whispered right back.

Dean held her tightly to him, thanking the gods that had made this possible because he really didn't see himself without Kayla in his life. All of a sudden, whenever he was with Kayla, he got that feeling...that spark, that he'd never felt with anyone. They lay wrapped in each other's arms in a comfortable silence till Kayla broke it.

"Dean, about Jean, I know I said I was okay with it but...what is he going to think..." She trailed off because she really didn't know how to put it.

Dean placed a kiss on her hair and gave her a slight squeeze. "Don't worry about Jean, Kay. He only wanted to test me. If I wasn't serious about you, I would have invited him to join. It would have been up to you to say no."

Kayla looked up at Dean. "Really?" At Dean's nod, Kayla grinned. "But you didn't."

"Let's just say he got his answer. Kay, we've done a lot of things. I'm not proud of everything we've done but hey...we're just guys having fun. Now not only Jean, but all my family knows you're where I draw the line. You're mine. Mine only. And I don't joke with what's mine."

Kayla had never heard words so heartfelt and beautiful. "I love you, Dean Andrew Broody." She said with a tremulous smile.

"You know I..." Dean groaned when his phone rang. He reached for it with a frown but his face lit up when he saw the caller.

"Tristan. Isn't it too early for you to be awake?" Dean drawled knowing Tristan's weekend usually started from Fridays. The boy was a party animal.

Tristan chuckled on the other end of the phone. "You said you were going to call last night. What happened?"

"Something came up." Dean said, drawing Kayla closer to him.

Tristan went quiet for a moment and then said, "Put the phone on speaker Dean."

"Buzz off asshole."

"Just do it. Jeez." Tristan laughed.

With a groan Dean turned to Kayla and asked, "He wants me to put it on speaker. Do you mind?"

Kayla laughed and shook her head, no. Then she surprised Dean by screaming Tristan's name.

"Sup Sexy?" Tristan laughed. "How was your trip?"

"It was amazing. I need to sit you down and tell you all about it." She gushed.

"Yeah? Bet you fucked your brains out like nobody's business." Tristan drawled.

Kayla roared with laughter. "I sooo didn't Tris. You're not going to believe what happened darling. I met this gorgeous hot guy, who I was dying to smash to the moon and back. But guess what..."

"What?" Tristan asked eagerly.

"He wouldn't put out." Kayla said ignoring Dean's incredulous look.

"Nooo." Tristan gasped in a mockingly hoarse voice.

"I swear..." Kayla groaned. 

"Are you two for real?" Dean cut in making Kayla and Tristan burst into laughter. "Damon?" Dean called when he heard Damon's chuckle in the background.

"Leave me out of this Dean. You know Kyle's birthday is in two weeks right?" Damon asked.

"Oh yeah. We're gonna party. Hey how's Ken?" Like all the friends, Dean was worried about Ken, Kyle's twin brother who was fighting cancer.

"Spoke to him this morning. He's good." Damon answered. "What's up girl?" He addressed Kayla. "Missed ya." 

"I'm great my love. And I've missed you more."

"That idiot treating you good?" Damon drawled with a smile in his voice.

"Hmmm...he's trying..." Kayla started but couldn't finish because Dean pounced on her.

"Oh really?" He roared, tickling Kayla mercilessly.

Damon and Tristan couldn't help but laugh too as the two love birds' contagious laughter rang out on the other end of the phone. Their laughter quickly turned into kissing sounds, and then moans.

"That's it. We're outta here guys." Tristan said with a chuckle and hanged up, leaving Dean and Kayla to get back on cloud nine.

And oh what a sizzling trip it was. Sometimes it was gentle and slow, other times it was frenzied and harsh and brutal. They just couldn't stop. They didn't leave the bed till noon. And even that, it was due to hunger pangs.

Dean and Kayla were in their own blissful world. But just when they thought nothing could touch them...



The Steamy Chase Ch. 09



Hello guys, I'm so sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. After taking my time to complete all the remaining chapters on this story, I lost everything on it. I got so angry at myself I couldn't even think or recollect what I had written. So I simply concentrated on other stories. I don't know if any of you have ever experienced this but it's so heart-breaking and irritating. Do forgive me. Hope you enjoy this. Cheers!

Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

Dedicated to Myseason4fun

***

The raucous laughter from the group of friends seated around a table in the VIP section of 'Club Aphrodisiac', drew the attention of everyone. Some were amused, others frowned at their loud behaviour. The guys were however oblivious to everyone around them. They were obviously there to simply have fun and didn't even notice that their loud laughter was attracting attention.

The group was made up of five doctors, who had come together to catch up on what was happening in each other's lives. All five had been in medical school together and had remained good friends ever since. They hadn't come together in about six months and therefore had a lot to talk about. Amongst the group was Jean Broody, Dean's twin brother.

"I'm dead serious, guys." Jean was insisting to his friends. "He's damn serious about this one."

"Shut up!" John, one of the guys shouted, disbelievingly. "Dean can never be serious about a girl, come on."

"The guy lives and breathes pussy." Mario, another guy chuckled. They all knew the notorious twins, as they affectingly called Jean and Dean, and their womanizing ways. And naturally, assumed Jean was pulling their legs...as usual. "There's no fucking way your brother can stick it to just one girl. Hell, no!"

"Wait a minute. I have some shots of them on my phone." Jean said, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. "Now see for yourselves and tell me they don't love each other." He said, scrolling to the pictures he had of Dean and Kayla. "Check them out." Jean handed his phone over to John who was sitting beside him. 

As the phone was passed around, there were surprised gasps and nods all around, till the phone got to Cyril, the only gynaecologist amongst the group. He kept staring and scrolling through the pictures with a frown on his face. He would sometimes blink and squint, but still kept staring at one picture. That picture was a clear shot of a smiling Kayla.

"Dude, you sure that's Dean's girl?" Cyril finally asked sluggishly.

"What are you? High?" Jean laughed. Cyril had taken in more booze than any of them. "I just said she was, didn't I?"

"Kayla right?" Cyril asked, still staring at Kayla's picture.

"Yep. Know her?" Jean asked, taking in the frown on his friend's face.

"Unless she has a twin called Kayla too, I definitely do." Cyril laughed drunkenly, handing the phone over to Jean. "She's one of my patients. And boy, is she hot."

"Watch it dude." Mario laughed. "She's spoken for."

"Hmmm..." Cyril reached for his glass. "Always wanted to hit that. Damn, she's fine." All the guys laughed, looking at the drunken Cyril. "Actually, just when I gathered the courage to tell her, it happened."

"What happened?" Mario asked curiously.

"She went and got herself knocked up." Cyril slurred and hiccupped. 

"What?" Jean exclaimed with an incredulous look on his face. "Dude, be serious?"

"Dean didn't tell you his lady love is expecting?" Cyril drawled.

Jean looked shocked. "Are you sure, Cyril?" 

"Hey, I've been her doctor for years. I know." Cyril laughed. "God, was she pissed. Didn't expect to get knocked up since she was on the pill and all. Almost bit my head off. Such a feisty thing." Cyril shook his head. "Told her shit is not hundred percent. Anyway, she wants to abort so problem solved."

"What?" Jean bellowed. "Did she tell you she wanted to abort?" Jean looked livid. 

Did Dean know about this? Did he approve? What the fuck was going on? All these thoughts ran through Jean's mind. He knew his brother would never condone a thing like abortion. Hell, they came from a large family and their parents had always encouraged them to have a lot of kids. Each brother bragged about the number of kids they were going to have. Though it was just for fun, none of the brothers would agree to abort their kid...definitely not Dean. Fuck, they had bets all the time. 'Who gets the largest brood?' Their mum had actually sweetened the pot by promising a huge prize for the one who would get the highest number...sensibly of course. The clause was that, no one was to go breeding all over the place and expect the prize. So why the fuck would Dean agree to something like abortion, and with the woman he loved?

"Yep. Scheduled for tomorrow. Speaking of which, I need to get home." Cyril slurred and got up. "Have to suck that baby out of sweet, sexy Kayla tomorrow afternoon." He said, shocking an already confused Jean even more. "I'm outta here, guys." And with a drunken wave, Cyril left the guys.

"Hey, are you okay?" John asked a red-faced Jean. He knew his friend was not happy with Cyril's news about Kayla.

"I'm fine." Jean muttered. He was boiling mad.

"Dude, you know he was drunk." John muttered. "You don't have to take what he said seriously."

"Yeah but we both know he wouldn't lie about something like that. He knew what he was talking about, John. If anything, the booze rather loosened his tongue. He wouldn't have said anything if he hadn't been drunk." Jean gave a deep sigh. "Thing is, I don't think Dean is aware."

"Jean, if you say anything, you're going to put Cyril into trouble." Mario said beside them.

"Don't you think I know that?" Jean growled. "But I can't not say anything."

The guys went quiet for a while till their silence was broken by Ronhi, who they called the silent drinker. He usually didn't say much when he was drinking.

"What if you play it this way? We all know Cyril. He's not going to remember any of this come morning." Ronhi looked at the others till they all nodded in agreement. 

Cyril would usually ask the guys what had gone down the night before. He was a terrible drinker. That was why he always made it a point to come with his driver on his drinking sprees.

"So Dean pretends he doesn't know she's going to be at the hospital and catch her red-handed." Mario concluded.

"Bingo." Ronhi responded.

"But she could always say she's there for her usual checkup." John reasoned.

"I'll go with Dean." Jean said quietly. "We will confront her. She doesn't have to know Cyril told on her. And even if she does, Cyril will understand." Jean looked up at his friends. "Guys, I just can't let this go. Please don't ask me to. Please."

The guys nodded and Ronhi patted Jean on the back soothingly. "You've got my support buddy. Just make sure Cyril doesn't hang for this."

By the time the doctors left the club, none even felt like they'd taken in a drop of alcohol. 

***

"Is there a problem?" Dean asked for the fourth time. Kayla seemed a bit distant. Not like his usual bubbly Kayla. "You seem..."

"I'm fine." Kayla said sharply. "I'm going for some ice cream. Want some?" She asked, getting off the bed.

"No, I'm good." Dean couldn't help but follow Kayla with his eyes. 

He was worried about Kayla. For the past two weeks, she seemed a little bit off. Dean didn't know what her problem was but he had a feeling she was worried about something. He had spoken to Cole but Cole seemed to think she was probably just occupied with her studies. Dean had accepted that but still wasn't comfortable with the little little things he was noticing about his woman. He knew some people had the problem of craving for food when they were upset or worried. He couldn't help but think Kayla had a problem and was resorting to food because she seemed to suddenly have an increase in cravings and appetite. She had even put on a little bit of weight. Dean didn't have any problem with a bit of flesh on a woman. Not at all. In fact, he thought Kyla looked even sexier. But then, there was no day that his Kayla hadn't looked sexy and gorgeous in his eyes. However, if there was a problem, Dean certainly didn't want to sit back without doing anything till it was too late.

Dean knew that due to Kayla's lonely childhood, she was used to solving her problems all by herself. The only person she seemed to ever confide in was Cole. And even that, it usually took some probing on the part of Cole to get Kayla to talk. Dean wished Kayla could feel free enough to tell him what was on her mind at any time. She had to know that he was there to help and love her in all situations. She could therefore tell him anything and he would understand and help her. Unfortunately Kayla didn't seem to understand that. Dean felt helpless because though he sensed there was a problem, he didn't know what it was, and couldn't help the woman he loved more than life itself. Dean turned to look at Kayla when she entered the room. She was in one of his t-shirts and God, her boobs looked even bigger and more enticing under the soft material. Dean got so hard so quickly he groaned. Fuck!

"You sure you don't want some?" Kayla asked as she got back in bed with a bowl of vanilla, coffee and caramel flavoured ice cream.

"Well...it depends on what I'm licking it off." Dean drawled, reaching out to pull his t-shirt off Kayla. "Damn, I love these boobs." He said huskily. 

"Even without the nipple-ring?" Kayla giggled. She had taken out her nipple ring for the past month, claiming her nipples felt too sensitive.

"I would love them even if the nipples were cut off, angel. You know I love everything about you." Dean purred, leaning over to cup one of Kayla's boobs. "Are they still itchy?" He asked, lightly brushing the soft pad of his thumb across a rigid nipple.

"Yes." Kayla breathed, arching into Dean's touch.

"Maybe you have to check it out with your doctor." Dean suggested huskily, taking in Kayla's slightly parted lips and closed eyes. God, she was beautiful. And she was without a doubt, getting off on his touch to her nipple. "They seem darker, bigger, even more beautiful..." Dean muttered just as his mouth closed over one hardened nipple.

"Oh God." Kayla moaned, forgetting about the bowl of ice cream in her hand. Dean's mouth on her super-sensitive nipple was pure bliss. 

It had always felt good when he sucked on her nipples but of late, a mere brush on her always-itchy nipples felt ridiculously amazing. Just three days earlier, they had been about to leave the house to visit Aaron, Kyle's boyfriend, in the hospital when something unexpectedly erotic occurred. They were in the garage and Dean had opened the front passage door of his sleek BMW i8, for Kayla to sit. She'd accidentally brushed her breasts against Dean and gasped at the electrifyingly exquisite sensation that had flashed through her. Dean hadn't missed it. He'd initially thought she was hurt.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dean had held her back and asked, looking at her flushed face.

Kayla couldn't speak. Her face had flushed even more when Dean's eyes lowered to her pointy nipples. They were standing out so prominently, one would think she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her blouse. Then naughty as he was, Dean had leaned down and lightly bitten one extended nipple through her blouse. And that was all it had taken... Kayla had come so hard she had gotten dizzy. 

"Ahhh..." She had moaned loudly as her core clenched and released with orgasmic bliss. A feeling which wouldn't stop as Dean relentlessly continued his erotic assault on her taut flesh. "Don't stop..." She had whimpered. It had felt so good.

She was still in the throes of her orgasm when Dean had picked her up and carried her back into the house and fucked her senseless. By the time he was done with her, she was feeling so sleepy he had kissed her softly and allowed her to sleep and gone to the hospital, alone. That was how sensitive Kayla's nipples had become in the past month.

Kayla had read somewhere that her itchy, super-sensitive nipples, was a result of her condition. Strange as it was, she was loving the feeling. She especially loved it when Dean treated them roughly. A bite here, a pinch there...but when Dean sometimes chewed on them, Kayla came so hard she wondered if it was normal. Well, she was sure going to miss all that abnormally delicious feeling, she thought sadly. She might as well enjoy it whilst it last. 

Placing the bowl of ice cream on the bed-side table, Kayla's hand moved to cradle Dean's head, holding him to her taut flesh. She couldn't suppress the impassioned cries and whimpers of ecstasy that fell out of her mouth. 

Dean worked on those nipples. He bit them, chewed softly on them, and licked them before drawing them, one after the other, into his hot mouth to suck greedily on them. Even as he sucked on one, he pulled and rolled the other between his fingers, loving the erotic sounds coming from Kayla. Her back arched as she totally lost herself to pleasure. When Dean's hand disappeared into Kayla's panties and came into contact with her soft drenched folds, she exploded with such an intense orgasm, Dean thought for a moment she was having a seizure. Kayla convulsed around those probing fingers, crying out as pleasure consumed her. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Neither her problems nor what was to happen the following day. Nothing mattered except that she didn't ever want Dean to stop.

Dean finally released Kayla's nipple from their exquisite torture and rose up on his knees between her legs. He smiled adoringly at a dazed Kayla as he removed his boxer briefs. When he reached for the sides of her panties, she lifted her hips to enable him remove that scrap of lace. She couldn't wait to feel that hard flesh inside her. Dean threw the pantie onto the floor and reached for the bowl of ice cream.

Kayla never thought ice could feel so good on her. Dean smeared the delicious substance all over her boobs and stomach and licked it all off. Then he dribbled some onto her shaved mound, loving how she twitched when the cold cream hit her clit. The sounds coming from her throat and the wanton movement of her hips was so erotic, Dean just had to taste her. Even before Dean's head disappeared between her thighs, Kayla was trembling with the beginnings of another orgasm. She just needed a touch to that swollen clit to fall over the edge again.

"Dean..." Kayla whimpered.

Dean didn't need to be told what Kayla needed. Ignoring Kayla's needy whimpering, Dean gently parted her thighs, and slowly licked all around her pussy. Kayla was going out of her mind with frustration. Dean was deliberately staying away from where she wanted him most.

"Oh God, Dean please..."

Kayla writhed uncontrollably, trying to lift her hip off the bed to bring Dean's mouth to her throbbing clit but Dean kept evading her. Kayla's fingers went to her pebbled nipples, she pulled on them, twisted them, but it didn't feel as good as when Dean did it. Kayla sobbed with need. She silently pleaded with Dean to satisfy her torturous need. She started sweating, breathing harshly, almost hyperventilating. When she finally felt Dean's mouth take that hardened nub nestled between her thighs and start to suckle, her desperate moans turned into cries of pleasure. Kayla's eyes widened as she felt her orgasm slam into her with such intensity she thought she might faint from all that pleasure. 

Before she even came down from that high, she felt Dean rubbing the tip of his hardened cock against her. He rubbed slowly against her drenched pussy before pushing in inch by pleasurable inch till he was fully seated inside her tight warmth. Then cupping her arse in his large hands, he began to move in and out of her, looking into her eyes the whole time. Kayla wanted to keep looking into Dean's eyes, she tried to keep her eyes open. But the pleasure was too much, they closed on their own accord. 

Then she felt the universe tilt and opened her eyes. Kayla gasped. She was looking down at Dean. She was on top, straddling Dean, with his cock deeply embedded inside her.

"Don't close your eyes." Dean whispered. "Look at me. Ride me."

Those whispered words set Kayla's body on fire. Every part of her came alive, vibrating with need. Her back arched in pleasure as she set a rhythm above Dean. Her hips started moving slowly and erotically as she rode Dean, looking deeply into his eyes...the eyes of the man she loved. If only... But Kayla shook her head...she didn't want to think about it. Not now. Then Dean moved. He moved so that he could take a nipple into his mouth. Kayla went berserk. With an erotic cry she slammed down on Dean's cock, riding him harder and faster. She would gyrate sexily for a while, squeeze the cock inside her with her muscles, and then start riding him all over again. She fucked him with everything she had, pounding herself onto his cock relentlessly.

"Oh fuck, baby." Dean groaned, releasing the nipple in his mouth to lie back against the pillows. "You are amazing." He whispered, looking up at the glorious site of Kayla riding him, loving the way her boobs moved sexily. It was totally an alluringly sexy sight.

At each downward plunge, the intensity of Kayla's pleasure increased to unbearable heights. When she felt the beginnings of another orgasm, so soon after the last, she increased her tempo even more. Reaching behind her, Kayla set her hands on Dean's knees. Then arching her back, she dragged her soaked slit along the rigid length of his cock, and then slammed back down. Kayla looked into Dean's eyes the whole time. She watched Dean's eyes become glazed as she lifted and fell again and again on him, heard the way his breath hissed out between his clenched teeth. She wanted to give him pleasure, worship his body with hers, blow his mind, but...

Dean reached out one hand to take a nipple between his fingers and his other hand went to Kayla's swollen, throbbing clit to lightly pinch it. Kayla didn't stand a chance. She came with a hoarse cry of his name, her entire body convulsing in fierce tremors as the relief exploded through her. She moaned helplessly as her pussy rippled in climax, tightening and squeezing Dean's cock as wave after wave of totally uncontrollable pleasure stole her breath away.

"Oh God, Dean..." She gasped.

Dean moved again so that Kayla was back beneath him. Then he pushed her thighs apart and put his mouth on her still-spasming clit. Dean tongued and sucked it until she came again and again. Kayla lost track of how many times she climaxed as they began to roll into each other. By the time Dean slid back into her swollen wet pussy, Kayla was almost passed out from too much pleasure. He drove deep into her with an animalistic growl, fucking hard, fast and rhythmically, with just one goal in mind...to come. His thrusts became fierce, deeper, harder and mind-blowingly exquisite. Just as Kayla felt Dean tighten and swell up inside her, his mouth came down on hers, brushing against hers.

"I love you, Kayla. Don't keep things from me please." Dean whispered just before his mouth claimed hers in a soul-searing kiss. 

And for the first time since Kayla started fucking him, Dean didn't make a sound whilst he pumped her full of his hot, thick and creamy cum. He just kissed her softly, with a touch of desperation, making Kayla, whose body still quivered from her mind-boggling release, fight to stem the tears that suddenly gathered in her eyes. She couldn't even say she loved him back. She couldn't speak around the huge lump stuck in her throat. She had never felt so much guilt for something she was about to do. God help her. 

It was only when she heard Dean breathing softly beside her, indicating that he was sleeping, that Kayla allowed her tears to fall silently. Dean was going to hate her for what she was about to do...if he ever found out. But her mind was already made up. She couldn't have the baby.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 09



***

"Say something, dude." Jean growled. 

Why the fuck was his brother silent, Jean wondered. He'd waited till morning to tell Dean the news in his office since it had been too late by the time he'd left the club with his pals the night before. It was obvious Dean hadn't even known about the pregnancy. The news about the impending abortion had instantly caused all the blood to drain out of Dean's face. He looked as white as a sheet. But why was he so quiet. That was so not like Dean.

Dean shrugged. "What do you want me to say?" He finally asked quietly, looking up from where he sat, behind his desk, at his twin brother. "I can't even think." He added in a whisper.

Dean felt so much heaviness within his chest. His heart was pounding so hard his breath quickened. He felt like he was drowning. His mind was blank. The feeling in his stomach felt like when he was told that his grandmother was dead. Dean had been the favourite of their grandmother because he was the baby of the family. He'd been just a kid. But that feeling in his stomach had been so unpleasant and unsettling, he prayed he never got that feeling again. What he was feeling at that very moment in his office, was even worse than how he'd felt all those years ago.

"Call her, Dean. Stop her. You can't allow her to go through with it." Jean sounded desperate. "Dean..." He growled when his brother got a dazed look in eyes...as though he didn't even know where he was.

"Allow her to do whatever she wants." Dean said in a hoarse voice.

"What?" Jean bellowed.

But Dean only shook his head and cleared his throat. "Jean, I mean what I'm saying. If she actually does that, then I'll know that our relationship wasn't meant to be." He said quietly.

"Bullshit! Can you hear yourself right now?" Jean was furious.

"If she can actually snuff that life out, without telling me, giving me that say, that respect...then I don't think we belong together. It's my child but it's her body. We're not married, Jean. She can do whatever she wants if she's determined."

"So convince her that it's not right." Jean argued.

"You've not heard a word I've just said have you? Much as I love her, I don't think I can live the rest of my life with someone who is capable of doing what she's about to do. I'll be better off without her. So...allow her to do as she pleases."

"At least let's go to the hospital. Get to know first-hand immediately it's done. So she can't deny it. For...for all you know Cyril is wrong." Jean added in a whisper.

Dean gave a humourless chuckle. "You mean there's another Kayla who looks just like her out there huh? Don't bet on that." 

Both men went quiet for a while till Dean's sudden explosion not only startled Jean, but broke the silence as well. "Fuck!"

"Dean..."

"All the signs were there." Dean muttered shaking his head. "The sensitive boobs, the increase in appetite and weight, the...worry..."

"She was worried?" Jean asked, sitting down heavily in the couch.

"There definitely was something on her mind. I've been asking her to tell me what's worrying her but she keeps saying, she's fine. Fuck, the burden she must be carrying around..."

"Don't you dare go feeling sorry for her, Dean." Jean growled.

"But..."

"There're no buts in this, dude. She made her own choice. She could have chosen another way. Don't make her out to be the victim here, 'cause she isn't."

Dean nodded. "I should have known she was pregnant? But I never saw her have morning sickness like expectant mothers are supposed to. She never got sick in the morn..."

"Not every pregnant woman gets morning sickness, dumbass. Whilst most don't have appetite for food in their first trimester, some would kill for food. Your Kayla is obviously not part of the 'loss of appetite' group." Jean said, making quotation marks with his fingers.

"How could she do this to me?" Dean groaned, burying his face in his palms.

"Is it..." Jean started but stopped. Then he took a deep breath and plunged ahead with his question. "Is it possible there's someone else? That the baby isn't yours?"

"If she's really pregnant, then it's mine, asshole." Dean glared at his brother. "I was her first. Besides, she's no slut." Dean growled.

"Just thought I'd ask. Sorry." Jean drawled. "Wait a minute...did you say..." Jean's eyes widened in surprise when Dean's words about being Kayla's first finally hit him.

"Yes Jean." Dean said with a sigh.

"Wow! We have to confront her, Dean. I understand that you want to allow her to do as she wants, see just how far she would go, but we have to be in that hospital. Maybe she will see us and change her mind..."

Dean shook his head vigorously. "I would only confront her after the time scheduled for the abortion. I don't want to stand in her way. Much as I want that kid, I want to see just how far she would go. I love her Jean. This is a woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Don't you think it's important I know what she's capable of?"

"At the expense of your child?"

"What can I do? Lock her up in a room? She has to want it. I don't want to force her to want her own child. Do you understand me?"

Jean gave a deep sigh. "Alright, how are we going to do this?"

"We'll do it your way. Confront her at the hospital. But only after she's done. You said Cyril said it was going to be this afternoon right?"

"Yep."

"So we'll be there. Hopefully, she won't go ahead with...fuck..." Dean muttered as his hand went to his chest.

"Hey..." Jean stood up.

"Please get me some aspirin from the bathroom, Jean." Dean muttered, putting his head on the desk. The pain inside his chest was robbing him of breath.

"Fuck!" Jean swore as he dashed into the en suite bathroom.

When Jean came back to the office, he grabbed a bottle of water and shoved it into Dean's hands. Then he stood back and watched as Dean swallowed the drug. Kayla had better not go through with her plan, Jean thought darkly. Because knowing his brother, he was never going to recover from such a blow. 

"The bitch had better disappear from the face of this earth if she actually does it..." Jean muttered.

"What?" Dean asked, putting the half full bottle of water down.

"Nothing. Let's get going. We don't wanna miss the show." Jean sneered, turning towards the door. "I'll drive." 

***

Kayla's eyes were red from crying. She felt so humiliated for losing it in front of Dr. Cyril Hawk. God only knew what the handsome doctor was going to think about her. She remembered all the subtle flirts between them before she'd started dating Dean. Cyril was a nice guy...too nice for her to lose her shit in front of. He probably thought she was some silly girl who had been stupid enough to get knocked up out of wedlock and too chicken to look after a kid.

"Are you sure you can go all by yourself?" Cyril asked. He felt sorry for the sexy girl, who he would have given his left ball to have as his...minus the baby of course. He wasn't ready for that kind of baggage. 

"I'll be fine. Thank you very much." Kayla sniffled and stepped out of the room.

She just wanted to get home, get into bed and cry herself to sleep. She had taken some days off for her up-coming final exams so she could just take the drugs the doctor had given her and relax. By the time Dean got home, she would be calm and in a better shape. God, she was a mess. What she wouldn't give to be in Deans arms right that very minute. She just needed to be held...to feel like everything was going to be okay...to feel...

"Dean..." Kayla gasped and came to a halt. 

Standing directly in her line of vision, on the corridors of the hospital, staring right at her, were Dean and Jean. And whilst the look on Jean's face was pure rage, Dean's was downright dejected. Both men were oblivious to the stares they were getting from people passing by them. They were handsome, had presence and looked exactly alike...why would people not stare? Kayla opened her mouth but nothing would come out. Then Jean looked her up and down with so much disgust in those dark blue eyes which were so much like his brother's, Kayla's breath hitched in her throat. They knew. How the hell had they found out, Kayla wondered silently. She couldn't have spoken a sentence to save her life.

"Where are your car keys?" Dean asked quietly, stretching out his arm with his palm up.

Kayla dipped her hand into her bag and brought out her keys and placed them into Dean's palm. Then her eyes lifted to Jean as he abruptly turned to go.

"Let's go." Dean said and also turned to go. 

At the parking lot, Kayla noticed that Jean went straight to a navy-blue Cadillac parked beside her own sleek metallic silver Audi Q5, a gift from Dean on her twenty-fourth birthday three months earlier. She had protested when he'd purchased it for her, saying it was too extravagant a gift but Dean had insisted. She loved the car. But seeing Dean holding the door for her to climb in with that distant look on his face made Kayla wish she were very far away from the car that very moment. Just as Dean closed her door, Jean tore out of the lot with tires screeching. The guy was furious, Kayla thought with dread.

Dean got behind the wheel and drove them home without a word. The radio remained off. Kayla didn't know which was worse, the dead silence in the car or the look on Dean's face.

When they got home, Dean tossed the car keys to his chauffer and walked slowly into the house. The way he walked, like he'd been defeated in a fight, tore at Kayla's heart. She followed closely till they got to the huge elegantly decorated living room. Dean's house looked like a house out of a catalogue. The fact that he was a kick-ass architect couldn't be over-emphasized. The house was classically beautiful. 

Dean went to the bar and poured himself a drink. He drained the glass and refilled it. Then he slowly turned around to face Kayla, who was just standing, staring at him.

"Did you do it?" Dean rasped.

Kayla remained quiet for a while. She didn't have to ask what Dean meant by that question. She slowly shook her head. "No." She replied quietly.

The relief that flooded through Dean was so palpable it almost left him breathless. That heavy pressure that had remained on his chest since Jean dropped the bombshell that morning, slowly loosened up. He felt such tenderness at the thought of his child, growing inside Kayla. Then pure anger reared its ugly head. Anger at Kayla for not only keeping it from him, but for also attempting to destroy it. Dean however managed to look so cool and controlled that Kayla couldn't guess the emotion running through him. From where she stood, Dean didn't show any emotion at all...his expression remained same. 

"Why?" He asked tersely. His face, an expressionless mask as he waited for her answer.

Kayla shrugged. "I just couldn't do it." She said quietly.

"How is the baby?" Dean's voice softened. 

"The baby's fine."

"How long have you known?" Dean's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Two weeks." Kayla responded softly.

Dean nodded. "Were you ever going to tell me? If you had gotten rid of it, would you have told me that there was even a baby?"

Kayla seemed to think about that question. She remained quiet for so long Dean thought she wasn't going to answer. Then she again slowly shook her head and whispered;

"No."

It was suddenly hard to breathe. Dean's knees went weak and he sat down heavily on the couch beside him. He had to take deep breaths to release the tightness within his chest. He'd never felt so betrayed in his life.

"I see." Dean said with a frown. "You didn't think I had a right to know?"

"Listen Dean, I didn't plan to have a baby at this..."

"Have I said you planned to have a baby?" Dean's voice raised, startling Kayla.

"I'm not proud of what I did, Dean." Kayla's started in a shaky voice. "I should have told you. And I'm sorry I didn't but you have to understand me."

"Really?" Dean gave a humourless laughter.

"Please hear me out." Kayla spoke firmly. "I just wasn't ready for this..."

"And you are now?"

"Dean, please." Kayla stared Dean down. "I can imagine what you're going through..."

"Sure about that?"

"...how angry you are...but put yourself in my shoes for a second. I thought I was on the pill so I was protected. Can you imagine my shock when it finally sunk in that I was carrying? I never suspected. I just felt...different. I thought whatever it was would pass so I didn't give it much thought. Then two weeks ago, I decided to go for my usual check-up. Only for my doctor to tell me I'm already two months gone. Do you have any idea how shocked and upset I was? There is school. I'm about to write my finals, Dean. Can I do it with this? With the way I'm feeling? The last thing on my mind is studying, Dean. I just want to sleep all the frigging time. How about you? Did you sign up for this?"

"You could have told me and listened to what I had to say." Dean growled. "It's my baby too."

"And what exactly would you have said, Dean? Two things. Both very insulting I assure you. You would either have offered to marry me...which I've sworn to myself never to allow in my life. I would never allow a man to tie himself to me just because I'm carrying his child. Such marriages never last. And the other; accusing me of trying to tie you down deliberately..."

"You know I would never do that." Dean said tightly.

"Do I?" Kayla looked incredulous. "Remember the Island? Remember how all that concerned you was whether I was protected..."

"That was different. I didn't love you then and you know..."

"But it doesn't change the fact that you might not be ready for a baby." Kayla retorted. "I'm not." Kayla added in a whisper.

"How about the third option?" Dean rasped. "Where I would be genuinely thrilled with the gift of life. Where I would be grateful to the powers that be, for giving me a child. A child by the woman I love more than life itself. Did that ever occur to you?"

"Dean..."

"I thought we were in this relationship together. I thought we loved each other. I kept asking you to tell me what was on your mind. But you didn't love or trust me enough to tell me about such an important thing. Just last night I pleaded with you, but you wouldn't say anything. You rather took matters into your own hands and attempted to take a life. My child's life. Put yourself in my shoes, Kayla. What would you have done if you were me?" Dean's voice was quiet. Too quiet. He was boiling up.

"The thought of a baby scared me. Too much was at stake."

"And now? What changed?"

"I...I just couldn't do it." Kayla said, her hand moving instinctively to cover her stomach. As if she was trying to shield the baby from harm.

"And your finals? How about the two insulting options which you so nicely outlined? How do you plan on proceeding, Kayla. 'Cause it looks like you have everything figured out."

Kayla recoiled as if he had struck her. "Damn you, Dean. I didn't ask for this. And I'm no monster." Kayla whispered. 

"Seriously?" Dean sneered, standing up to pace. "Could have fooled me. You were able to keep this to yourself for two fucking weeks. You ate with me, bathed with me, laughed with me, fucked me, told me you loved me, slept in the same bed with me...and the whole time, you kept this from me. You rather planned on going through with taking a life. You probably only got cold feet when you saw the gadgets to be used, or whatever the doctor planned on doing to you. You definitely were not thinking about that baby when you were changing your decision. Afraid of a little pain, Kayla? Do you have any idea how painful it would be to lose one's life? Ever thought about that innocent life inside you for even a second?" Dean threw the glass filled with drink against the wall, shattering it and causing Kayla to jump. "I thought I knew you. You are not the woman I thought you were. You are cruel, Kayla. To even be able to think about this, consider it and actually go as far as you did, makes you a very wicked woman. I'm so disappointed in you. In fact I don't think I can be with you anymore." Dean said shaking his head slowly. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

Kayla took in the grimness of Dean's expression and knew that he meant every word that he said. She could feel herself trembling, her legs beginning to shake...so much so that she leaned against the pillar she was standing close to. After taking in a deep breath, Kayla nodded her head. She felt numb all over. It felt like she was standing outside herself watching the whole scene unfold. 

"I understand. I'm very sorry it had to end this way." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"That child in there is mine." Dean said in a deep voice. "I'll take care of it. You will never need for anything as long as it remains alive. I'll..."

That stung. Did he think she was going to kill her child or something, Kayla fumed silently. "We don't need anything from you, Dean." Kayla cut in firmly. "We'll be just fine. I'm not exactly a pauper. I'm twenty-four years old, and quite capable of bringing this child up on my own. I certainly don't need your money to do that. I'll get my things." With that, Kayla turned towards the stairs.

"Kayla..." Dean growled.

"Don't worry Dean. I understand. With the way you're feeling about me now, this relationship can never work. For what it's worth, I enjoyed every moment shared with you. Oh and just for the record, I changed my decision before I even went to that hospital today. So it's not some gadgets or some fear of pain that made me stop." Kayla turned and continued climbing the stairs. 

She had only gone to see the doctor that afternoon, to cancel the abortion. She had meant to call and cancel that morning but had overslept. When she'd finally gotten through to the hospital at noon, she was told Dr. Hawk was busy so she had decided to go to the hospital personally and cancel. 

She had thought long and hard about what she was about to do after that impassioned plea by Dean the night before. She hadn't been able to sleep. The idea of having a little boy or girl with its father's sweet looks and sense of humour was just too fantastic to destroy. She had pictured the three of them together having fun, her and Dean showering the little angel with so much love. Somehow, even before the night before, Kayla felt like that unborn baby, had in a way become part of her life. It had suddenly become clear to Kayla in the wee hours of the morning that she couldn't kill her baby even if it was just a clot of blood. She was ready to look after the baby herself if Dean wasn't ready to be part of the baby's life when she told him at dinner that evening as she'd planned to. Kayla planned on loving the child with all the loving that she hadn't had as a child. And she had a feeling Dean would love it too once he got used to the idea. Unfortunately, things hadn't gone as planned. If she hadn't panicked when she got the news, things would have gone differently, she was sure. But she had panicked and acted wrongly. Now she had to suffer the consequence.

Kayla knew Dean was hurt as he had every right to be but his words had cut her to the core. She just had to be strong, not just for herself but also for the baby. Her plan was to defer her finals till after the baby was born, because she really couldn't see herself passing her exams with the way she was feeling. Dr. Hawk had assured her that the way she was feeling was normal so she didn't have anything to worry about. She would rather use her remaining leave days to rest. She was going to sacrifice for her baby, have a good rest and just concentrate on bringing the little angel into the world, healthy. The two of them were defiantly going to survive. Touching her stomach, Kayla silently vowed to the growing baby inside her womb, to ensure it was safe and loved at all times.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 09



After quickly calling a cab with her cell phone, Kayla put her things together. Her things were not much as she hadn't fully moved into Dean's home. What she had was what she'd brought over during her recent leave, prior to her finals. Everything fit into just one bag. By the time she got downstairs with her bag, the cab was already in. Dean's chauffer entered the living room and took Kayla's bag outside into the cab.

"You don't have to leave, Kayla." Dean said with so much anguish in his voice, Kayla turned to look at him.

"Dean, it's for the best. We...we're no longer in a relationship right? I can't be under your roof. You should know me better than that."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose with a torturous groan. "You didn't have to call a cab. I'll drive you home. Rick will drive your car over so..."

"Dean, I don't want the car. Thank you very much but like I always used to say, it was too extravagant a gift. Your kid will be fine. Much as you think I'm a monster and might harm your kid, be assured that...I already love it too much to see any harm come to it. I know you don't trust me but I guess you don't have any choice but to take me for my word. It will be fine." 

With that, Kayla stepped out of the house and out of Dean's life.

***



The Steamy Chase Ch. 10



Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. 
Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper

Dedicated to MabelCinnamon

***

Kayla stared at the woman approaching her seat, in surprise. Though Kayla was still supposed to be on leave, she was only in the office to pick up some files which she wanted to work on from home. Kayla wasn't even dressed for the office. She looked her usual hot self in jeans and a sexy cowl-neck top. Her head had been bent low whilst she rummaged through her drawer so she hadn't seen who had come out of the elevator when she heard the ping. But when she looked up and saw Lucy Broody, strutting confidently towards her, she froze. What did Dean's mother want in her office, Kayla thought with dread. Was she also coming to show her exactly how disgusted she was with her behaviour like her sons had done? Kayla swallowed nervously and stared at the elegantly dressed woman as she approached. 

But for her face, which clearly showed she was elderly, one would think Lucy Broody was a model. Not only was she tall, but she was extremely elegant. Talk about ageing with style, Kayla thought with inner pride. When Lucy got to Kayla, she simply placed her lovely and obviously expensive Chanel bag on Kayla's desk and opened her arms to Kayla. Kayla didn't hesitate for even a second, she quickly went around her desk and stepped into Lucy's motherly embrace and held on tight. God, she needed that, Kayla thought with a deep sigh as she buried her face against the older woman's neck.

"Are you okay?" Lucy whispered, rocking a trembling Kayla as though she were a child. At Kayla's nod, Lucy pressed a kiss to her hair and informed Kayla softly but firmly. "We're going out for lunch. Get your bag. Now where the hell is Cole?" 

Kayla was so surprised at Lucy's orders, she started laughing softly. "Cole is in his office, Dr. Bro... Lucy." Kayla quickly corrected herself when Lucy wagged a finger at her.

"Good. I'm going to talk to him to give you the rest of the day off so..."

"Oh you don't have to do that, Lucy. I'm on leave. I'm only here to pick up a file." Kayla said with a smile.

"Good. I'll still talk to him anyway."

Kayla laughed at that and pointed at Cole's door. "Walk right in, Ma'am."

Kayla couldn't tear her eyes off the door Lucy had gone through. She was still in shock. With a shake of her head, she pushed the file into her bag and locked up her drawer. Then she sat down and waited for Lucy. She didn't have to wait for long. Lucy came out with a laughing Cole, who had his arms around the older woman's shoulder.

"I promise, Lucy. I'll come by with her on Sunday." Cole was saying.

"I can't wait to finally meet her. When's the wedding by the way?" Lucy asked, looking up at Cole.

"We've decided to hold on till she's done with college. Her dad says she can't get pregnant till she's done with college. And my plan is to put a baby in her stomach immediately we step out of that church. So..." Cole drawled, making Lucy laugh loudly and Kayla, flush with embarrassment. She hadn't even waited for church at all, she thought with shame.

"That's how it's supposed to be done. But sometimes, nature pushes stubborn people, to make a faster trip to the church." Lucy drawled, turning her head to wink at Kayla.

Oh no, please don't say anything, Kayla thought frantically. Cole didn't know about her pregnancy. Neither did he know about her deferring her law course. She wanted to be the one to tell him. She just wasn't ready yet.

"At this particular point, I'd love it if nature gives me that push." Cole chuckled. "So I can blame it on nature."

"You can push nature, you know..." Lucy retorted making Cole burst into laughter. And this time, Kayla couldn't help but laugh too. "So I'll be expecting you on Sunday." Lucy said and turned to Kayla with a brilliant smile that looked so much like her son's. "Ready?"

"Sure." Kayla got up and fell into step beside Cole and Lucy.

"How's the learning going, Sexy?" Cole asked Kayla.

"I'm on it." Kayla answered evenly, feeling guilty for lying to her boss and best friend. "I'll give you a call this evening okay?"

"I'll be expecting it." Cole grinned.

After giving Lucy Broody kisses on both cheeks, Cole left the two ladies alone to go enjoy their lunch, and went back to his office to call Dean. He thought he should inform his friend that the two women in his life were out for lunch. Cole smiled to himself, imagining Lucy and Kayla's obvious topic for lunch...Dean. He just had to tease his friend. Little did he know... 

***

"Fuck, Dean!" Cole swore, clutching the phone as if it were Dean's neck. "You shouldn't have broken up with her."

"I know." Dean muttered. "But I was angry. Hell, I'm still angry." It had been two weeks since Kayla walked out of his home and he still didn't know how to approach her. "I wish I could take back what I said, Cole. But...how could she do that to me?" Dean's frustration could be clearly felt through the phone. "We are in a relationship for goodness sake. She should be able to tell me anything. That's what people in love do, right?"

"Listen to me Dean. We both know Kayla is most comfortable with me when she has problems. But even me, she hasn't said anything to. She was obviously scared and you must try to understand her. She's not as strong or resilient as she lets people think, you know. Besides, she didn't go through with it. Shouldn't that count for something?" Cole was almost shouting at that point.

"I was hurt and angry, Cole." Dean's voice raised in anger too. "I felt betrayed okay? I'm only human." Then he gave a deep sigh and swore. "Fuck! I don't know what to do. I told mum just last night that she's pregnant and we've broken up but I didn't go into detail. Now she's going to listen to her side first."

"And that's what you're worried about?" Cole asked incredulously.

"Dude, you know my mother. She's going to kill me." 

"You have to fix this, Dean. She's pregnant. This is not the time for her to feel alone and depressed. If you really love her as much as you claim, fix this." Cole said quietly, his heart heavy. 

Contrary to what everyone thought, Kayla was a very soft-hearted person. All that toughness was for appearance...to shield herself from people's cruelty. Moving from one foster home to another could do that to people. Cole could imagine the tears Kayla had probably shed alone in her house. His heart went out to her. 

"Please, Dean." Cole pleaded quietly.

Under normal circumstances, Cole would have given Dean hell, but he understood his friend's anger. No responsible man would be happy if the woman they loved did what Kayla had done. But it was pardonable, Cole thought grimly. So he rather curbed his anger and pleaded with his friend to forget about the past and move forward. That was what Kayla needed right then. Not Dean's anger. 

"I know I was harsh but... fuck! You know Kayla, Dean. She's not going to allow me back into her life. We both know that. And it's killing me. I said some really nasty things to her." Dean groaned.

"She said she was going to call me this evening but I'm not going to wait for that call. I'll go to her and have a talk with her. I'll try and see her mindset, know how she feels and see how best you can proceed. You better say a prayer and keep your fingers crossed, asshole."

"I will. Thanks Cole." Dean sighed.

"Talk to you later."

***

"Oh God, you poor, poor child." Lucy Broody whispered, covering Kayla's hand with hers. 

They had finished eating at the posh Raby Restaurant. After making sure Kayla was full, Lucy had asked her what exactly was going on between her and Dean. Kayla had told the older woman everything. She had left nothing out...well except the cruel words Dean had thrown at her. Though Kayla knew Dean had meant every word, she also knew he'd been angry. It wasn't her place to get Lucy angry at her son. 

"Has your doctor checked you out?" Lucy asked with a frown.

"Yes." Kayla nodded. "The baby's fine. I'm fine." She shrugged. "He doesn't expect any problems."

"Good." Lucy murmured, taking Kayla's hand into hers. "Would you do me a favour, Kayla?" Lucy asked, looking into Kayla's eyes with so much...anxiety.

"Anything for you, Lucy." Kayla said with a smile and immediately kicked herself mentally. What if..."

"I'm sure your own doctor is a good one and more than capable of seeing to you, but would you please allow me to...take that role? You will make me the happiest grandmother alive if you allow me to be your doctor...at least for the duration of the pregnancy. Please." The look on Lucy's face was eagerness, hope and pure excitement. 

"Ow Lucy." Kayla looked at Lucy with surprise and...some joy. She hadn't expected that from Lucy. Kayla thought Lucy's request was going to be in connection with her and Dean's breakup. But it looked like the woman was more concerned about the baby than its parents' problems. Looking at the excitement in the older woman's eyes, Kayla just knew she couldn't say no. "I'll be honoured." She said with a tremulous smile.

"Oh honey..." Lucy immediately stood up and went around the table to draw Kayla into her arms for a tight hug. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me, my dear." Lucy beamed and went back to her chair. "Now, can I see you this Friday?" Lucy gushed, looking all excited. 

"Why not?" Kayla laughed. "What time should I get there? I have nothing doing till I resume work next week so..."

"Good. Eleven a.m. will be perfect." Lucy said, signaling the waiter for their bill.

And for the first time since walking out of Dean's house two weeks earlier, Kayla felt some lightness within. Kayla couldn't stop smiling. She felt happy.

***

"Cole, I know you mean well but I'm fine." Kayla insisted. "I don't need Dean to survive..."

"You need him in your life, Kayla." Cole cut in. 

"I don't." Kayla replied stubbornly. They were sitting in her kitchen, waiting for the cake in the oven to bake.

"I don't care what you say, Kay. You both need each other. This is the time to stick together. If not for yourselves, then for your baby. Be sensible here, darling. 'Cause if you act stubborn and cause any misery to that innocent baby, so help me God, I'll..."

"Nothing will happen, Cole. Chillax. He said he doesn't want me anymore. I'm not the kind of person to go begging him to take me back. I did say I was sorry but he wouldn't accept my apology. He's entitled to his opinion and feelings. And I did hurt him, Cole. Now I have to concentrate on my baby and do what is right by it. What can I say? Shit happens!"

"You're not fooling me with all this hard talk, you know." Cole said softly.

"What else can I do?" Kayla's voice cracked as she looked down at her entwined fingers on the Kitchen Island. "What can I do?" She whispered.

The two of them sat quietly for a while each lost in thought, till the oven beeped, signaling that the cake was done. Cole stood and went to take the cake out and placed it in front of a now beaming Kayla.

"At this rate, you're going to be a size twenty by next week, lady." Cole drawled.

"Fuck off, asshole." Kayla laughed as she cut a slice of cake and popped it into her mouth. She gave a loud moan, making Cole laugh.

Cole opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Shandy for himself and poured a glass of pineapple juice for Kayla.

"Come on." He said to Kayla, who picked up the hot cake and followed Cole into the living room.

The two friends settled on the couch and ate the delicious hot cake with their drinks whilst they watched the season finale of 'Suites'.

Cole saw Kayla yawn at a point and stood up to clear the table. By the time he got back from the kitchen, Kayla's eyes were already shut.

"Hey, go to bed." Cole said softly. "I'll call to check up on you in the morning, okay?" 

At Kayla's nod, Cole hugged her and told her to take good care of herself and to remember that he loved her very much. 

"Don't make me cry, you jerk." Kayla murmured and wiped at her eyes. "Tell Briana that I said she has to get ready for a shopping spree. I need to change my wardrobe." Kayla purred, making Cole chuckle.

"Women!" He muttered and ducked out before Kayla's hand could connect with his shoulder. "Lock the door." He shouted from outside, making Kayla laugh. 

As if she wasn't sensible enough to lock her door, Kayla thought with a shake of her head. Cole was nuts, but she loved him like the brother she never had.

***

"That's the heart beating." Lucy said watching the monitor with Kayla. "Still too early to tell the sex. As if we care." Lucy laughed, making Kayla smile. 

"Dr. Hawk told we should be able to tell when I'm sixteen weeks." Kayla said. 

She was already twelve weeks gone. Kayla did a quick calculation in her head. When she had gotten to know of her pregnancy, two weeks before Dean's confrontation, the doctor had said she was already two months gone and that was eight week. Meaning at the time of the confrontation, she was ten weeks pregnant. Currently, it had been two weeks since the breakup with Dean...meaning she was twelve weeks already. Therefore she had four more weeks to go, to know the sex of her baby. Kayla couldn't wait. Though she was curious, she didn't really care about the sex. Her baby was going to be smothered with love no matter what sex it was. 

"It can even be earlier than sixteen weeks." Lucy laughed.

She'd conducted a thorough check on Kayla and told her everything she needed to know. Lucy was happy with all the results and had assured Kayla that, she and the baby were as fit as fiddles. Of course she already knew that, Kayla thought, amused at the excitement in Lucy's eyes. One would think Dr. Lucy Broody had never seen a baby before, Kayla almost laughed out loud. The woman was simply adorable...just like her son, Kayla thought with a pang of sadness. She couldn't help but wish Dean were by her side that very moment, watching their baby's heart beat on the monitor, with her.

"Dr. Broody?" A nurse stuck her head in the door. "Jean and Dean are here. They're waiting in your office."

And just like that, the part of the monitor that was reading the heartbeat of Kayla herself, went haywire. Her heartbeat increased so fast, Kayla begun to breathe harshly.

"Oh my God, Kayla calm down." Lucy shouted, signaling the nurse to bring her a shot. "What is wrong, honey?" Lucy sounded desperate as she took the prepared syringe from the nurse and gave Kayla a quick shot in the arm. "Kayla?"

"I'm sorry." Kayla gasped. "I'm okay." But even as he assured Lucy, Kayla's eyes looked frantically towards the door.

Lucy Broody didn't need to be Einstein to figure out what had caused Kayla's panic. The twins! Lucy was furious. Thank God for modern equipment, that had picked up on Kayla's stress quickly enough. Anything could have happened. What the fuck had those boys done to Kayla, Lucy fumed? Kayla had mentioned the two of them not being happy with her when they came for her from the hospital. Lucy knew she couldn't possibly ask Kayla what her silly sons had done to her in her current state. But if those boys knew what was coming to them...

Lucy turned to see that Kayla's eyes were fluttering, her breath coming out softly. She was going to sleep because of that shot she'd given her. Lucy removed the sensors attached to Kayla and covered her with the covers. She was already fast asleep. Lucy tenderly ran her fingers through Kayla's short hair and bent to drop a kiss on her forehead. She really didn't know why but she adored Kayla as though she were her own child.

With a sigh, Lucy turned on her heels and headed for the door. Time to confront those silly sons of hers.

***

"What the hell did you boys do to her?" Lucy Broody asked without preamble immediately she entered her office.

Jean and Dean were in her office to take her out for lunch like they usually did on her birthday. The whole family would go for dinner the following day which was a Saturday. But according to the Broody tradition, her babies got to take her out to lunch whenever her birthday fell on a weekday.

"Did to who?" Both men asked at the same time, looking up at their mother with identical faces. If Lucy hadn't been so angry, she would have smiled because she never ceased to find that adorable. She loved her babies to bits.

"Kayla. She's terrified of you." Lucy went to stand in front of her sons with her hands on her hips.

"Did she say we did something?" Dean asked.

"She didn't have to. I have eyes. I can see terror when I see it. And I know my boys. Now I'll ask one more time... What did you do to the poor girl?"

"We did nothing..." Dean mumbled.

"Well, I might have...given her the look." Jean said sheepishly.

"The look?" Lucy screeched just as Dean turned to his brother with a bellow...

"You did what?"

Jean had a way of looking at people that made them feel like they were the very scum of the earth. The family called it the 'vermin look'. The brothers actually went out of their way to sic Jean and his look on people they abhorred.

"Why would you give Kayla the vermin look?" Lucy looked shocked. 

Jean flushed guiltily. "I thought she had... It was at the hospital. I...I didn't know she hadn't gone through with it then."

"Jean Esau Broody, I've very disappointed in you. How could you?" Lucy gasped, staring at her son.

"Mum, my name is not Esau and you know..."

"Your name is whatever I say it is young man so shut your beak and listen to me. I..."

"I might have also said a few things to her." Dean mumbled beside his brother, drawing his mother's furious gaze from Jean to him.

"And what exactly did you say besides not wanting to be with her again?" Lucy demanded tightly. "Oh yes, she told me." Lucy hissed when Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "That vague 'we broke up' was actually you, telling her you didn't want to be with her again, I hear. Now spill...what other nasty stuff did you tell her?" 

"I...I might have used the words, wicked and cruel and monster at a point." It had been giving Dean nightmares ever since.

"What?" Lucy whispered.

"No, I didn't use monster." Dean quickly added. "She did. She said she wasn't a monster." Dean actually had the nerve to look relieved.

Lucy Broody looked incredulous. "Oh and you think it's okay because you didn't actually use the word? How about the others? You implied perfectly that she was a monster. That's why she told you she wasn't. Jesus. Haven't I taught you idiots anything? That's not how to treat women. Definitely not a pregnant one." Lucy paused and took a deep breath. She was livid. "I really wish I could take both of you over my knees and tan that hind of yours..."

"Mum..." Dean groaned whilst Jean burst into laughter. 

"Oh you think this is funny?" Lucy turned her angry gave onto Jean. "Now this is how it's going to be. You are going to go to Kayla and apologize." She addressed Jean. "This is between Kayla and Dean and you had no right making her feel like filth. I don't care how or where you do it, but you have to do it today. Got that?"

"Yes mum." Jean muttered, looking down at his shoes. Their mother had a way of making them feel like kids again. The boys knew that would never change.

"And as for you," Lucy turned her attention on Dean, "we need to have a serious talk. Come by the house this evening." 

And with a final angry look at her sons, she flounced off, leaving her sons to wonder whether lunch was cancelled. 

***

Kayla sat on the couch with a big jug of strawberry flavoured iced-tea, chocolate chip cookies, and a big bowl of popcorn mixed with roasted nuts. Even as she curled her legs beneath her, she grimaced at the junk spread on the center-table before her. Was this how it was going to be till the baby dropped, Kayla wondered with dread. Her cravings were getting out of hand. She needed help, she thought miserably. What she was doing was only going to get her bloated up for sure but she just couldn't control it. 




The Steamy Chase Ch. 10



She'd had a good sleep at the hospital that afternoon so her plan was to watch the whole of season two of 'Devious Maids'. Kayla poured some of the iced tea into a glass and placed the bowl of popcorn and nuts in her lap. But just as she got comfortable and pressed play on the remote, her door bell chimed. 

"Ow come on..." Kayla groaned and paused the video. 

Carefully removing the bowl of popcorn and nuts from her lap, she placed it on the center-table and got off the couch to go see who was at the door. She was decent enough in her pajamas so didn't give much thought to offending whoever was at the door.

When she looked into the pin-hole, Kayla froze. Jean Broody stood outside her door. What the fuck did Jean want, Kayla wondered. He was the last person she expected to see at her door. Well, if he thought she was going to allow him to rain insults on her in her own home, he had another thinking coming. Kayla yanked open her door and glared at the man who looked exactly like the man who was constantly in her dreams...calling her wicked.

"What do you want?" Kayla's growl would have made a gladiator proud.

Jean raised his hands with both palms out in a gesture of surrender. "I come in peace." He responded softly. "May I come in please?"

Kayla turned around and stormed off to her seat, sat down and switched to TV. There was no way she was going to waste her series by watching it whilst listening to Dean's brother say God knew what.

Jean closed the door and went to sit beside Kayla on the couch. They both silently watched the Glasgow Athletics on TV. Kayla took her bowl of popcorn and nuts and started chewing slowly. She couldn't have described how she was feeling if she had been asked to. It was a mixture of sadness, fear, hope, and more sadness. The feeling was so unsettling. After they'd both silently watched two, four hundred meter men events, Jean finally broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, Kayla." He said quietly.

Kayla didn't say a word. But she suddenly couldn't see a thing on the big flat screen TV. The athlete was who currently on the screen, throwing Shot Put, looked like he was doing it in water. Kayla's eyes had brimmed over with tears...all it took was a blink, and tears were sliding down her cheeks. It felt like her chest was being weighed down with huge boulders. The feeling was so disconcerting.

"I know I hurt you." Jean continued. "It wasn't my place to act that way and no excuse makes how I acted, justified. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." 

Kayla suddenly reached out to place her bowl of goodies on the table and stood up. She was determined not to make a fool of herself by breaking down in front of Jean. But she barely took three steps towards her bedroom before her composure broke and she burst into uncontrollable sobs. They were so heart-wrenching, Jean rushed to her and gathered her trembling body into his strong arms. Kayla cried like she'd never cried before, wetting the front of Jean's shirt.

"I'm sorry." Jean crooned, rocking Kayla in his arms. "So, so sorry, angel." Jean kept talking softly and soothingly to Kayla till she eventually quieted down. 

With his arms still around her, Jean drew Kayla to the couch they had been sitting on earlier and cradled her against him. Kayla snuggled willingly into Jean's arms, loving his warmth and soothing touch. Surprisingly, she hadn't shed a single tear since Dean had broken up with her on that fateful day two weeks earlier. And it felt good, so very good, to finally let it out. The occasional spasm in Kayla's breathing due to crying for so long only made Jean tighten his hold on her. 

God, his brother was a fool, Jean thought. What happened to Dean's theory of waiting to see whether Kayla would actually go through with the abortion, to know whether they belonged together or not? She hadn't gone through with it for fuck's sake. Why the fuck had he broken up with her anyway? When his brother told him what he'd done, it had hit Jean just how angry Dean had been. Dean was a fun-loving person who joked around a lot but when he got angry, which was usually very rare, his actions were usually unexpectedly over the top. 

With this particular issue, Dean had confided in Jean that he was actually scared to go and see Kayla after talking rather harshly to her. Jean hoped his brother would get the courage to face his woman, and Kayla would find it in her heart to forgive and accept Dean because Dean was damn miserable.

When Jean felt Kayla snoring softly in his arms, he picked her up, bridal style and took her to the room he correctly guessed was her bedroom. He tucked her in and bent to drop a soft kiss on her cheek. Then he went back to the living room, gathered Kayla's goodies, took them into the kitchen and sealed them up in Ziploc bags he found. Then he stored the ice-tea in the fridge and came back to the living room to turn off the TV and switched off the lights. Then will a final look around, Jean released the safety catch on the front door and let himself out, knowing he was going to call Kayla in the morning to see how she was doing. Till his silly brother took back his responsibility, Jean vowed to himself that he was going to be there for Kayla. It was the least he could do after treating her so badly.

***

After his parents had pointed out to him exactly how stupid he'd been, Dean sat quietly by the pool in his parents' house, deep in thought. He'd never seen his dad so furious and disappointed in him. Not even when Dean had made a bad business decision that had cost Michael Broody's empire a lot of money when Dean had initially taken over the business. His dad had laughed it off and said it was a learning curve. This time was however different. Michael Broody was mad. One thing his father had said that had cut Dean deep was that Dean was worse than all the foster parents who hadn't shown Kayla any love, put together.

"At least I don't think they'd ever claimed to love her. She didn't expect any affection, understanding or love from them because they never led her to believe they were going to give her that." Michael had hissed. "You on the other hand, abandoned her at the time she needed you most. And you call her cruel and wicked? Looked in a mirror of late? You are the cruel one. I thought we raised you better. She told you she kept the baby and you still allowed yourself to be ruled by your anger and broke up with her? And you think you are the better parent? Damn it!" The senior Broody had sworn darkly and stood up and started to pace.

"At least she put that baby first when she finally realized what a gift she'd been given. She even deferred her course to next year because she doesn't think she can cope with the stress of early pregnancy and studies. You could have helped her study and write her exams, damn it. That's what people do when they love people. They help them...not make them so terrified they almost get a heart attack at the mere mention of their names. How could you act so unfeeling? How could you..."

"Honey, it's okay." Lucy Broody cut off her husband, who was by then screaming, and urged him to go and lie down. 

And with a disappointing look at Dean, Michael had allowed his wife to escort him to their bedroom. That was when Dean had gone out to sit by the pool, feeling like the very scum of earth. What had he done, he asked himself for the umpteenth time.

When Dean heard his mother's footsteps approaching, he turned his head to look at her. She had been so angry with him and Jean that afternoon, she'd sent her secretary to tell them whilst they waited in her office, that lunch was off. He hadn't been able to ask his mother about what she had meant by Kayla getting terrified by merely hearing their names. Had Kayla been at the hospital when they'd gone there? Dean didn't know what to think.

Lucy sat down beside her son on the bench and leaned her head against his shoulder. She hated it when her husband went ballistic on their sons. She however knew Dean had totally deserved it. But he was still her baby and her heart went out to him.

"I'm sorry I ruined your birthday." Dean murmured.

"Don't worry about me. I'm just grateful to be alive." Lucy replied quietly.

Dean went quiet for a while and spoke again. "I didn't know she deferred her finals."

"She didn't think she could stop sleeping long enough to study since she was all by herself and all. She did the right thing. You could have helped her though."

Dean nodded and realized his mother couldn't see him. "I could have." He agreed, silently calling himself every vile word he could think of. "Was she...was she at the hospital when we came in today?" Dean's voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have gone to see her."

Lucy gave a short humourless laugh and sat upright to look at her son. "Just the mere mention of your name, Dean...all Agnes did was mention that the two of you were in and she almost had a heart attack."

"Jesus." Dean whispered.

Lucy nodded tersely. "I had to give her a shot to calm her down. That's how bad it was."

"Fu... Sorry." Dean muttered. "How are she and the baby doing?"

"They're fine." Lucy responded, patting Dean gently on the thigh. "I don't foresee any complications."

"You sure she's fine?" 

"She's fine."

"I've been worried about her. I know she'd kept taking the pill even after getting pregnant since she hadn't known..."

"She's okay, baby. I've checked her out thoroughly. Everything is fine."

Dean nodded. "She has err...her nipples are itchy all the time. Has it stopped?"

Lucy laughed softly. "No it hasn't. But I've given her something for it. It's embarrassing and irritating but she'll just have to endure it till the baby comes. Not all women have that problem. It can bring a lot of...pleasure if you know how to..."

"Mum..." Dean groaned.

"Ow come on, you already know it. Don't be coy. I'm sure you..."

"Mum, can we not talk about this right now? Jeez." Dean groaned, getting to his feet whilst his mother laughed teasingly.

"You have to make this right, son." Lucy finally stopped laughing and told her son. "You have to be by her side."

"I'm scared, mum." Dean whispered.

"Of what?"

"That she might not take me back. You don't know Kayla."

"You can only know if you try. If she doesn't, you just have to try harder. I wouldn't make it easy for you either if I were in her shoes. You hurt her. Even worse, she's now terrified of you. You have a lot of work to do, my dear."

Then Dean blurted out something that made Lucy Broody smile with pure joy. "I want to marry her, Mum. But now, she won't allow it. She feels marriages that take place because of a baby, never last. It's not because of the baby though. I just don't see myself spending the rest of my life without her." Dean muttered sounding so miserable.

"So it's up to you to convince her that, you don't want to marry her because of some baby. You want her for you. If you play your cards right, she'll be begging you to marry her. No son of mine is a pussy."

"Mum..." Dean's eyes widened at his mother's choice of words. Then they both burst into laughter. Lucy stood and hugged her son. "I love you so much, mum. Thanks."

"I love you too, baby. Make me proud."

And with that, mother and son turned to go back into the house, both lost in their own thoughts.

***

Dean stood in Kayla's bedroom, watching her sleep. It was Sunday afternoon and Dean had finally decided to take a bold step. His brother had told him what had happened when he'd come to see Kayla on Friday night. Dean had almost gone out of his mind with anguish. He couldn't believe he'd done that to Kayla...brought her so much pain and sadness. Dean had followed Kayla discreetly the whole of Saturday afternoon when she'd gone grocery shopping with Jean. Dean had never been so jealous of his twin brother as he had been at that moment. Jean had known he was there the whole time but had not said anything to Kayla. Dean hadn't been able to sleep a wink on Saturday night, especially as Cole had also called to yell at him for being too chicken to do the right thing. So on Sunday, he'd resolved to visit Kayla come hell or high water. He still had the key she'd given him so it had been easy getting in.

So there he stood in Kayla's bedroom, staring down at the woman he loved, sleeping adoringly without a care in the world. Dean smiled when he noticed that Kayla was actually wearing one of his t-shirts, on skimpy, hot jeans shorts. She'd put on a little more weight since the last time he'd seen her. And she looked so adorable and beautiful Dean's breath hitched in his throat. His smile turned into a full blown grin when Kayla brought her hand up to scratch a nipple through the t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra so her nipple instantly grew into a pebble, standing out through the soft material. Dean licked his lips in sheer lust. 

"Oh God, I've missed her." Dean muttered, reaching down to adjust himself. What he wouldn't give to be buried balls deep inside Kayla's heat right that very moment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean heard Kayla's raspy voice and looked up from the captivating sight of her hardened nipple to see widened intense green eyes, staring incredulously at him.

"Kay...how are..." Dean started but got cut off before he could complete whatever question he'd been about to ask.

"Get the fuck out of here." Kayla screeched, jumping out of bed.

"Baby please..."

"I'm not your fucking baby. Just get out." Kayla's eyes blazed with anger. How dare Dean show his face in her bedroom of all places? "Get out before I call the police." She yelled.

Dean had never seen a woman so angry...well except in movies. And even that, the producer would have to pay a lot of cash for anyone to be able to act like that, Dean was sure.

"Kayla, listen to me please." Dean started retreating backwards. His heart was breaking. Surely he was about to have a heart attack, Dean thought. 'Cause the sharp pain he felt within his chest that very moment was scary.

"I don't want to listen to whatever you have to say, Dean. Out!"

"Kayla, please..."

"I haven't killed the baby if that's what you want to know. Now get the hell out of my house."

By then, they were almost to the front door and Dean's eyes stung with unshed tears. "Kay..."

Kayla opened her front door and reached for the phone on the wall. Whilst looking at Dean, she dialed a number. 

"Please come up." She said into the receiver to the security guy who picked up. "I have an intruder."

Dean stepped outside. But before Kayla closed the door, she stretched out her hand, palm up.

"Key." Just one word. 

Dean took a key out of his pocket and placed it into Kayla's outstretched hand. And then he watched miserably as Kayla slammed the door in his face. So much for being courageous, Dean thought wretchedly as he turned to go before the so-called security guy got to him. Because the way he was feeling right then, Dean knew he would probably beat the guy to a pulp and get into trouble.

Fuck!

***

At the other end of the door, Kayla sank slowly onto the floor and breathed hard. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. She'd thrown Dean out of her home. Though it had felt good to do that, she couldn't help but think she'd gone too far. She'd actually called security on him. Talking of sec... Kayla heard a knock on her door and got up to open it to a smiling security man. Really? So if she were truly getting attacked, he was going to come and face her assailant with a smiley face? Idiot! He was no match for her Dean anyway. One would think the company would bring more muscular guys as...

"Are you ok, Ma'am?" The smiling guy interrupted Kayla's silly thoughts.

"I'm fine thank you very much. I scared him off."

The guy looked Kayla up and down with surprise. "Really."

Now, what the fuck did he mean by that, Kayla fumed. Folding her arms under her breasts, she pasted a brilliant smile on her face. "I've got some skills if you care to know. Thanks and bye."

And with that, Kayla firmly closed her door and sank back onto the floor. That was when she started shaking. She stuck her hands out in front of her and watched as they shook and quickly clenched them. Then she heard a knock on her door. With a groan, Kayla stood up, ready to tell the security man to back the hell off.

She yanked the door open and came face to face with Tristan. Before she could even stop to think, Kayla threw herself into Tristan's arms. She didn't cry but her body shook so bad Tristan got alarmed.

"Hey, hey what's wrong?" Tristan asked, rocking Kayla gently in his arms.

Tristan gently propelled Kayla back into the living room and closed the door behind him. Then he sat Kayla down on the couch and just held her. 

"Wanna talk about it?" Tristan murmured. And without any hesitation, Kayla started to tell Tristan everything. When she finally got to the part about driving Dean out of her home, a furious Tristan burst into laughter. "Put it up there girl." He laughed as Kayla slapped his raised palm with hers.

Kayla couldn't help but laugh too. "You're nuts you know that? That guy adores you and what do you do? Sit here and laugh at his expense." Kayla laughed.

"Well he loves, loves, loves you. And what did you do? Drive him out of your home." Tristan retorted.

"It felt good doing it, Tristan. I didn't know I was that angry at him till I saw him. I said I was sorry, Tris. And I kept the baby. He still called me names and told me he couldn't be with me. That hurt. A lot." Kayla added in a whisper.

"Do you feel better now? After throwing his arse out?" Tristan asked.

"I do actually." Kayla said with a grin.

"Good. Now we've got to get him back..."

"No, no don't even suggest that, Tristan. I don't want him back." Kayla screeched, moving away from Tristan.

"You sure about that?" Tristan drawled.

"Of course I'm..." Kayla turned to face Tristan. "What are you doing here?"

"What? Now you want to throw me out too?" Tristan chuckled.

"Did he send you?" Kayla's eyes narrowed into slits.

"No." Tristan laughed. "I didn't even know you guys had broken up, remember? I need your help actually. But first, you've gotta feed me." 

Tristan stood up and started for the kitchen. "What do you have?"

"Yet to cook." Kayla laughed. "What would you want?" But Tristan didn't answer. He was already in the kitchen. 

Just as Kayla stood up to go to him, there was another knock.

"What now?" She groaned as she went to open the door. But Kayla grinned when she saw who was at the door. "Jean. Come on in."

Jean entered and looked closely at Kayla. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She sighed.

"Good. Did you really have to call security on him?" Jean drawled as he drew Kayla into his arms. But before Kayla could answer Jean, they both heard Tristan's voice as he re-entered the living room.

"Did you bake this?" Tristan asked with his eyes on the slice of cake in his hand. "They are so..." Tristan trailed off when he saw Jean. "I didn't mean you had to forgive him so soon. You've gotta feed me first before you two get in between the sheets and start doing the nasty."

"We don't have to get in between the sheets to do the nasty." Jean drawled. "We can do it right here. Wanna watch?" He tried not to be affected by Kayla's uncontrollable giggles.

Tristan gave a slight frown and threw himself into the couch, still munching on the slice of cake. "Sure. Why don't you guys start with a bj?"

Kayla burst into laughter just as Jean muttered incredulously... "You've got to be kidding me."

"You asked for it, Jean." Kayla laughed at the look on Jean Broody's face and turned to shake her head at a naughty-faced Tristan. "You are so fucked up young man. This is not Dean. It's..."

"Jean." Tristan exclaimed, pointing a finger at Jean. "Dean's crazy twin brother."




The Steamy Chase Ch. 10



"That's me. And you are?"

"Not important. Where the fuck is your asshole of a brother?"

"Tris..." Kayla started...

"No, hold it Kayla." Tristan stood up from the couch and went to stand in front of Jean with an angry glare. "You and your brother actually had the nerve to treat Kayla like that? A pregnant woman?"

Jean had the grace to look guilty. "I've apologized. You don't know just how sorry I am for..."

"And you're a doctor, right? She's pregnant, you jerk. You should have known better." Tristan sneered.

"I didn't know she was..." Jean trailed off, not knowing exactly how to defend himself. "I'm sorry." He said with a frustrated sigh.

"It's okay, Jean." Kayla said softly. "What I did was wrong. It was only natural for you to get angry." Then she turned to Tristan. "Let it go, Tris."

"You forgive him, you've got to forgive Dean too." Tristan said stubbornly.

Kayla's eyes widened for a moment, and then she flared up. 

"It's not the same thing." Kayla said heatedly. "I admit not telling him was wrong. But I apologized. And not only did he not forgive me and broke up with me, he actually had the nerve to tell me that for as long as the baby remained alive, I would never need for anything." Kayla heard both men gasp when the import of what she'd said dawned on them. But she ignored their shocked looks and went on. "As if I would go and kill the baby. If I wanted to get rid of it, I would have gone ahead with the abortion as planned. And not need for anything? Really? I don't fucking need his money. I've never felt so insulted in my life. Breaking up with me had hurt, I'll admit. But implying that I was some monster who would kill my kid or a gold-digger who would keep a baby simply to be able to live well for the rest of my life was low. That killed my spirit."

Kayla turned and walked slowly towards her bedroom, leaving the two men to stare after her with shocked eyes.

"He fucked up real bad." Tristan muttered softly.

"He sure did." Jean agreed. "Fuck! The idiot didn't tell me that part."

Tristan turned to look at Jean. "We need to do something." Worried green eyes looked into dread-filled blue eyes. "This is bad."

Jean sighed. "I don't know what to do." He confided. "This is more serious than I thought. What the fuck was that idiot thinking?" Then turning to fully face Tristan, Jean asked out of the blue... "How's your equally fucked-up husband by the way?"

Tristan laughed and moved to sit on the couch. "He's well, thanks."

Jean dropped into the couch beside Tristan. "God, this is so messed up." He groaned. "What is Cole doing about this?"

"What can he do?" Tristan muttered. 

"Sometimes it helps when friends step in to help." Jean said, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Hmm... that's true. Maybe..." Tristan sat forward, thinking hard. 

Jean looked at him eagerly, knowing Tristan would come up with a strategy that would help his brother. Dean had told him how Tristan had managed to get him together with Kayla the morning after they hooked up.

"Well..." Jean prompted.

"I was thinking...."

***

"I hear Tyron 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 travelled outside the country. The guys were engrossed in the live Formular 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, 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 more horny 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. 

He'd been staring at an oblivious Kayla for almost a minute and that was all the time it had taken for his cock to get as hard as rock. The sight of Kayla in that hot fuck-me dress, with her eyes closed in obvious pleasure, the flush of need on her cheeks and her hardened nipples standing out in that dress was so erotically captivating. And the fact that she was touching those hard nipples was just sinful icing on the cake. It was a sight Dean wasn't ever going to forget. She was so fucking beautiful.

Kayla gasped and allowed her hands to fall to her sides. What the fuck was Dean doing there, she thought, slightly panicked. Briana had told her they were alone in the house. A hot shiver coursed through Kayla as she stared at Dean, the love of her life...the ruler of her pussy, Kayla thought with a silent groan as she felt her pussy flooding with moisture and heat. The sexual ferocity on Dean's face caused her pussy to clench in need even as she tried to remember all the reasons why she shouldn't be in the same room with the guy. It had always been that way between them...all it took for their desire to boil over was just a look. And boy, did he look hot in his sea-blue polo shirt and white pants. He'd obviously been to play golf. And Dean in his golf outfit was always so mouth-wateringly sexy, it always made her cream her pants. When Dean started walking towards her in that sexy way she adored, Kayla's legs almost buckled beneath her.

"Dean..." She breathed.

Dean pushed the door of the fridge close and slowly reached for Kayla. Kayla couldn't move. Her brain screamed at her to move, move out of Dean's reach, move out of the kitchen...but her feet were rooted to the ground. 

Dean's arms went around Kayla's waist to hold her to him as his mouth found its way to the sensitive spot on her neck. Kayla moaned brokenly as she went from wet to drenched in microseconds. Oh God, she had to stop this, Kayla thought desperately.

"Dean, please." Kayla gasped shakily, feeling Dean's wet tongue on her sensitive skin.

"Tell me to stop and I will." Dean murmured huskily into Kayla's ear, making her shiver with need. "Tell me."

Then with a lustful moan, Kayla was seeking Dean's lips. She was desperate for his lips. It felt like she would die if she didn't kiss those lips.

When their lips slammed together, it was like an electric current had gone off inside both of them. Both moaned uncontrollably as they devoured each other, not even noticing when Briana pulled the kitchen door shut with a satisfied smile. It had gone way better than she and Tristan had planned. 

And when Dean eventually took control of the kiss, Kayla almost passed out. She'd been kissed lots of times by Dean, but this took the cake. It was mind-blowingly orgasmic. Kayla was trembling so much from sheer need, she knew she would go out of her mind if she didn't get off. As if he could read her mind, Dean pushed the neck of her low cut dress down together with her bra to release her full breasts with their hardened nipples. Then without wasting any time, Dean tore his mouth from Kayla's and bent to take a distended nipple into the heat of his wet mouth and sucked on it. 

Kayla went wild. With a loud cry, her head snapped back and her back arched as her hands automatically reached for the back of Dean's head to hold him to her. Dean pushed Kayla against the fridge and switched to her other nipple, this time, taking the recently-sucked nipple in between his fingers at the same time, to twist and pull. Then as he tormented those taut nipples, Dean's questing fingers moved under Kayla's dress to find the edge of her thong's elastic band. His fingers eased beneath the band and moved down to slide through the silky moisture that slickened Kayla's folds to rub her clit. Kayla couldn't have stopped the scream that tore out of her throat as her orgasm slammed into her.

Before she got down from that high, Dean was bending her over the Island. Then he was unzipping his pants and releasing that beautiful big throbbing cock of his. Dean didn't waste time to take off Kayla's panties. He simply reached for a kitchen knife and cut it off her. Then taking a firm but gentle hold of her hips, Dean gently and slowly pushed into Kayla's soaked, tight heat as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Oh fuck, Kay." Dean groaned, caressing her creamy arse. "You're so tight." He moaned as he finally merged them together fully, still feeling her contractions from her orgasm. "Damn, I've missed you." He said huskily even as he started slowly thrusting in and out of Kayla's heat.

"Oh my God!" Kayla cried out. It was so good.

"Are you okay?" Dean husked, slowing down his thrusts even more.

Fuck, had she always been this warm down there, Dean wondered silently. And even as he took his pleasure, he made a mental note to ask his mother whether it was normal or there was something wrong. He damn right wasn't going to take any chances where his woman and child were concerned.

"Dean Broody, will you fuck me harder?" Kayla growled. "I'm not going to break."

"Baby, I don't want to hur..."

"Shut up and fuck me like a man." She snapped, cutting him off. Then she completely ruined her sexy command by adding in a soft whimper... "Please." Dean couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face. God, he loved her.

And fuck her, he did. Dean's hips began to slam into Kayla, knocking the breath from her lungs even as he drove her up the pleasure path yet again. Faster and faster he moved, his whole body tensed as he heated up with every lunge. Kayla felt even sweeter on his cock than Dean remembered, he thought with his head thrown back in pleasure. His moans became louder and louder as he began to lose the tight control he held over his body.

"Oh fuck, baby. You are so hot, and wet, and slick, and tight..." Dean chanted as he fucked even harder into Kayla, their erotic cries filling the kitchen. 

"Dean..." Kayla cried out as her eyes grew more dilated with her passion.

Kayla's body bucked and trembled as Dean took her with a passion she'd never seen in him. She felt him filling her as she had never been filled before, stretching her, taking her to heights that she'd only dreamt of these past weeks. Kayla rubbed her nipples, which had become hardened peaks that needed some attention, on the surface of the Island. She was helpless against the feeling, the inferno that was blazing between her thighs, knowing it could only be quenched by the man taking her to cloud nine that very moment. When she felt Dean's fingers on her swollen clit, Kayla cried out as her head began to thrush from side to side in mindless pleasure.

"Dean!" She moaned helplessly with need as he used one finger to gently rub her clit with easy circles. "Please!" Kayla gasped and arched into his touch.

Dean leaned over Kayla's back and latched onto her neck, sucking up a mark as he slammed into her from behind and worked on her clit at the same time. Kayla didn't know what hit her. She exploded into a million pieces as sensation flayed her body ruthlessly. She screamed as she felt herself rising from an unbelievable plateau of pleasure to a blissful feeling of euphoria.

Kayla didn't even feel it when Dean pulled out of her. He turned her over to lie on her back and then plunged back into her. Even as he thrust into Kayla, Dean's eyes moved up to her rounded tummy. 

"God..." He breathed as he felt his heart swell with so much love. His eyes glazed over with wonder.

Dean reached out...almost reverently to tenderly caress Kayla's bump, his eyes brimming with tears. Then leaning forward, he pulled Kayla up so that she was in his arms with her legs coiled around his hips. Dean looked into Kayla's eyes with all the love he felt reflected in his eyes.

"I love you, Kayla. I'm sorry for how I acted." Dean drew her face close to his so that their lips were almost touching. "Please forgive me." He whispered against her lips and captured Kayla's lips in a kiss so gentle and sweet, Kayla couldn't stop her own tears from sliding down her cheeks.

Kayla felt her heart melt as a flood of emotions broke free in her body. It was a mixture of lust, love, desire, and they were all for the man in her arms. She trembled in his arms as their tears mixed together even as their lips remained locked together. Kayla could feel the desperation in Dean's kiss. His kiss told her everything she wanted to know. Dean loved her just as she did him and nothing was ever going to change that. He was hers. When Dean resumed his thrusting, Kayla hung on for the ride.

And with his arms tightly around her, Dean plunged into Kayla's warm heat with wild abandon till his orgasm ripped through him. He heard his own cry shattering the air even as he convulsed against her. He was rocked by the force of it, his body shuddering so brutally he feared hurting Kayla.

"Oh God, baby are you okay?" He husked against her lips.

"I'm fine." Kayla breathed. "And I love you too."

"Oh fuck." Dean whispered and pulled out of Kayla.

Then to Kayla's surprise, Dean pressed her back onto the Island and parted her thighs. Then she felt him part her folds with his fingers. 

"What are you doing, Dean?" Kayla's gasp turned into a cry of surprise and dirty pleasure when she felt Dean's warm breath on her clit. "Dean, no..."

But Dean wasn't listening. He draped one of her legs over his shoulder, the foot of the other planted on the Island, opening Kayla wide for his seeking mouth. Dean blew naughtily onto the hardened button and flicked the tender knot back and forth with the tip of his stiffened tongue, driving Kayla out of her mind. Then with a growl, he drew that throbbing pleasure button into his hot mouth and sucked on it – hard, not caring that she was soaked with his semen.

Kayla cried out Dean's name in a hoarse broken voice as an intense orgasm seared across her nerve endings, ripping the world apart as stars splashed behind her closed eyelids. Her hips gyrated, grinding her pussy against his mouth, intensifying the excruciating sensations as every muscle in her body trembled in unadulterated ecstasy. Even as her pussy convulsed ecstatically, Dean continued sucking on her clit, enjoying Kayla's cries of pleasure, not caring that his friends might overhear them. He wanted to give her ultimate pleasure as thanks to his anger, he'd denied her that pleasure. Dean suddenly felt such overwhelming wretchedness, sadness and remorse in his heart he just knew he was on the verge of breaking down. With renewed vigour, he tongued and sucked her clit until she came again and again.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 10



"No more, please..." Kayla pleaded breathlessly as unending ecstasy sizzled down her spine. "Dean, please..." Kayla sobbed.

Dean stopped sucking on Kayla and moved up to drop kisses on her swollen stomach. Then as though a dam had broken inside him, Dean broke down and cried against Kayla's protruding belly.

"Oh baby." Kayla groaned and sat up to cradle Dean's head against her breasts. 

She couldn't help but feel guilty for her own part in their problems. If she had trusted and confided in her man as she was supposed to, all that wouldn't have happened.

"I'm sorry too, baby." Kayla whimpered. "I should have told you. I promise I'm never ever going to keep anything from you again. Please forgive me. Do you forgive me, Dean?" Kayla was by then crying too.

Dean was too overwhelmed with emotions he couldn't talk. All he could do was tremble as gut-wrenching sobs tore through him. All he wanted was to be in Kayla's arm. He needed those arms around him, soothing him, telling him everything was going to be okay. And he was grateful he had that. Taking a deep breath, Dean tried to bring his breathing under control. 

Kayla reached for a tissue and started wiping Dean's face, feeling such overwhelming love for the man it was scary. She took another tissue, moistened it with a little water, and then proceeded to wipe at Dean's eyes, making him laugh softly.

"Thanks." Dean whispered.

"Pleasure. So...do you forgive me?" Kayla asked.

"Do you?" Dean asked right back.

"You really think I would be wiping your tears, just to make sure those idiots out there don't tease you when we finally get out of here if I hadn't forgiven you?" Kayla drawled, then paused to frown at Dean. "Unless of course the guys are not here...are you here alone?"

"Everyone is here except Kyle and Ty." Dean said hoarsely.

"Thought so. Now your turn. Forgive me?"

Dean shook his head. "No."

"What?" Kayla looked incredulous. "What do you mean, no?"

"Exactly what it means my love. I will only forgive you on one condition."

"Ow come on. You're not being fair."

"Marry me, Kayla." Dean said softly. "You know I love you, baby. And I know you love me too. I want you to marry me not because I'm asking you to, but because you want to be with me for the rest of your life, just as much as I want to be with you. Please say you'll be by my side for as long as we both draw breath. Kay..."

"I will." Kayla said softly, cutting Dean off. She never wanted to go through not being by his side, in his bed, in his arms for even one more day. "Yes, I'll marry you."

Dean looked shocked. "Do...do you me...mean that?" Dean stammered. 

Kayla laughed, nodding her head and wiping fresh tears from her eyes. She had never been more content as she was that very moment. She felt like she was finally home...with Dean...where she rightfully belonged. Because wherever Dean was, was home to Kayla and she knew it.

"Thank you." Dean whispered, not knowing what else to say. "Thank you, Kay." He hugged her fiercely. "You have no idea what that means to me. Thank you, my angel."

"Pleasure is all mine, my love." Kayla laughed softly. "I love you. So much."

"I know, baby." Dean smiled, pressing a kiss against Kayla's swollen lips. "Now let's go spread the good news."

Kayla laughed, looking around for her panties. "Can't wait to tell everyone huh?" 

"Can you?" Dean laughed, zipping up.

"No." Kayla shook her head. "Where the fuck are my panties?" She asked, looking around.

"It's in my pocket." Dean chuckled. "I destroyed it. Sorry."

"Ow come on, Dean." Kayla whined. "How do you expect me to..."Kayla trailed off when she felt a wet clothe between her legs. 

She looked down and saw that Dean was cleaning her up with a handkerchief he'd obviously moistened when she was busily looking around.

"I'm sorry. Better?" He asked softly.

"I'm good. But you have to take me home soon. I need to get out of these clothes and have a cold shower." Kayla said, allowing Dean to bring her down from the Island.

Dean kept his arms around her when he noticed that her wobbly legs wouldn't hold her up. "Are you okay?"

Kayla nodded against Dean's chest. "What did you expect after fucking me like that?" She laughed softly, leaning against Dean as they headed towards the closed kitchen door. Kayla stopped abruptly when they got to the door. "Oh my God, do you think they heard us?" Kayla's cheeks were pink with embarrassment now that reality was about to intrude.

"A little too late to think about that don't you think?" Dean drawled, and then leaned down to press a kiss against Kayla's pouty lips. He sometimes forgot that Kayla had actually been a virgin till not too long ago. "They already know we fuck, Kay. Do you think they don't know how that baby got in there?"

"Yeah, but..." Kayla trailed off when the kitchen door opened from the outside. When she saw Briana's smiling face, her face heated up even more but she was also relieved.

"Don't worry, I kept them away." Briana beamed. "But damn, that was hot..."

"Oh my God, please tell me you were not there the whole time." Kayla gasped and promptly groaned when she saw Briana nodding her head slowly with a knowing smile on her face.

"How do you think I kept them out?" Briana laughed, when Kayla buried her face against Dean. "Congratulations by the way." Briana reached out to draw Kayla into a tight hug. "Can I be your maid of honour please?"

Kayla laughed as Dean groaned. "Who else is hot and classy enough to rock a fabulous Valentino dress?" Kayla purred, busting into laughter when Briana squealed with excitement. 

"They finished fucking yet?" Chris bellowed from the corridor, making all the guys, who had rushed out of the den on hearing Briana's squeal, burst into laughter.

"They're getting married." Briana screamed. 

"Dude, that was a record breaker." Matt laughed. "What the fuck did you tell her to get her to agree to sell her freedom so quickly?"

"More like what did he do to her..." Damon chuckled, making everyone laugh.

There were hugs all around and Dean, who couldn't stop beaming with joy, wouldn't even let Kayla out of his sight.

"Dude, relax." Cole growled. "She's not fully yours till you pay a fine for knocking her up first.

And even as the friends laughed and argued amongst themselves, there was a general feeling of delight for the newly engaged couple.

***

There had never been a more beautiful bride. Kayla looked simply hot and adorable in her long Valentino gown which showed off her baby bump flatteringly. She looked so beautiful. Few things can make as dramatic a statement as a backless wedding gown ...a drop dead detail that is sure to have all eyes focused on a bride as she makes her grand entrance on her wedding day. And that was exactly what Kayla set out to achieve. 

She couldn't possibly hide her baby bump. So she decided to be daring instead, by wearing a gown that would not only draw people's attention off her bump, but would also drop jaws and ensure that she was the center of attention on her day. Kayla achieved this by baring her back to the very top of her butt, with a breathtakingly low backless lace Valentino wedding dress that fit to the shape of her body like a glove. The beautiful train on the dress created a flare at the bottom, which flattered the curve of her lower back. The stunning completely backless wedding dress drew all eyes to the arch of Kayla's back, just as she'd wanted. She looked simply stunning.

"Close your mouth little brother." Jean whispered to Dean as he teasingly wiped at the nonexistent drool on Dean's lips with a handkerchief. "You're drooling." 

"Damn..." Dean breathed, captivated by the alluringly sexy sight of his bride. 

The wedding took place in the lovely Aburi Gardens. And there were a lot of well-wishers there to support the happy couple. The Broody clan was over the moon...their baby was getting hitched. The seven groomsmen, comprising, Cole, Michael, Kyle, Chris, Damon, Matt and Tyron all looked breathtakingly striking in their tuxes. 

Jean was the best man. And as best man, he got to walk hand in hand with the beautiful maid-of-honour, Briana. Briana exuded sexy elegance in a plain and simple two-strap lace backless Valentino dress, with a scoop back that people couldn't help but adore. Like Kayla, her whole back was exposed but for the fashionably amazing scoop covering her shoulder blades. To get on Cole's nerves, Jean never failed to keep his hands on Briana's exposed lower back, give her tiny kisses or hug her whenever he could. Cole was fuming! It didn't help matters when Jean kept sending Cole silly winks whenever he noticed Cole glaring at him. The guys had so much fun watching Jean and Cole. 

Michael and Lucy Broody were so happy they both kept wiping at their eyes. And when Dean and Kayla were finally pronounced husband and wife, Lucy shed silent happy tears. She'd known her baby would come through for her and he hadn't disappointed her. Lucy was ecstatic. 

All in all, it was a simple, touching and graceful ceremony. At least till the reception...then all hell broke loose. Tristan, who was the MC for the occasion, did a really good job by keeping everything light, funny and totally classy. His very first words... 

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a very emotional day. Even the cake is in tiers..." 

...got everyone laughing. The music was good, the atmosphere was charged with excitement and everyone had a really good time.

When the time came for the best man's speech, Dean groaned because he knew his twin brother was going to be his usual naughty self. Jean calmly pulled a paper out of his pocket and began to read almost lazily, about what a wonderful husband Dean was going to be, how he was loyal, handsome, kind, how he was loved by everyone...etc. Then he paused, squinted at the paper, stumbled a little over some words, and then turned to face a surprised Dean. Then with a straight face, Jean handed a confused looking Dean the paper and then pretending to avoid the microphone, mischievously said loudly to everyone's hearing...

"Dude, your handwriting has gotten terrible. I can't read the rest of what you've written." 

The look on Dean's face was priceless. That classic move by Jean brought the house down. Kayla had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. Jean then went ahead to make a very important announcement to the guests. 

"Well, Kayla is moving in with Dean now, so it looks like all the ladies will have to give up their keys to his place." Jean sounded dead serious, staring intently at the guests.

There was total silence. One could have heard a pin drop. Kayla gasped with shock. When she felt Dean stiffen beside her, her heart started pounding so hard.

"What is he doing?" Kayla whispered to Dean, who gently took her hand in his and held on to it tightly, slightly shaking his head to indicate that he also had no idea what was going on.

"Ladies, I'm not kidding." Jean went on, looking all serious. "Give them up. At least one lady must be bold enough to..."

Before he could complete that sentence, Alice stood up, looking totally hot in a little red dress and killer heels, and started towards Dean and Kayla's table. Kayla was shaking, her heart pounding so hard whilst looking from Alice to Jean. When she heard Dean swear beside her, her eyes instantly filled with tears. Alice had made it clear she wanted Dean when they met at the Broody home months earlier. Was something going on between her and Dean?

Then to the utter disbelief of everyone, including the confused couple, about fifteen more really hot young ladies in the hall got up and started walking towards Dean and Kayla's table. Kayla's mouth opened in surprise. Amongst the ladies were two cousins of Dean's, two of Kayla's brides maids, some of Dean's friends, Mary, Michael's wife and Jen, Matt's fiancée, and finally, Lucy Broody's older sister, who was over seventy years old. All the ladies walked to their table and dropped a key each in front of Dean. Dean's auntie, who was the last to get to their table, stood in front of the couple with her back to everyone, opened her blazer, and shook her frail body at the couple. And just as she'd planned, everyone looking on from the audience assumed she was flashing Dean. What they actually didn't know was that she was wearing a t-shirt underneath her blazer which said, 'Everyone thinks I'm flashing you right now'.

And when that mischievous old woman turned around to face the guests and posed for people to read what was written on her t-shirt, they just couldn't hold their laughter. People were screaming with laughter. Kayla had never laughed so hard in her life. Dean and Kayla later found out that Jean had actually selected those ladies...including their old auntie, and given them a key each, just to confuse the two of them. The squad, who were also the groomsmen, was in on that crazy plot too. Kayla made a mental note to punch Jean after the reception, for putting her through that heartache. 

"Your brother is nuts." Kayla leaned closer to Dean and whispered. "But I guess it's true what they say...'it's just not a proper wedding unless the best man pisses off the bride'." Kayla laughed.

"I'm going to kill him." Dean growled. He'd known his brother would definitely pull a prank but this...

By the end of Dean's speech, people were in stitches, some were wiping tears from their eyes and Kayla had her head on the table, both in mortification and hilarity because his parting shot was just as hilarious.

"They say the best man's speech should never be longer than the groom's penis. Either I forgot this very important fact, or my brother is really packing." He turned around to give Kayla a slow wink. "But looking at that baby bump, I must say Kayla found out the hard way." Then turning to the guests, who had erupted into laughter, Jean raised his glass and toasted: "To the happy couple. May all their ups and downs be in between their sheets."

Everyone was on their feet laughing, applauding and drinking to Dean and Kayla. 

It was indeed a wedding to remember.

***

"Give us a smile Kayla." The photographer called out and a very tired Kayla instantly flashed her 'killer smile' as Dean called it, and saw lots of flashes going on. 

"That's more like it." Someone shouted from the crowd making others laugh. 

"Hey," Dean tilted Kayla's chin up and stared down at her with a worried look, "You okay?" 

"Of course. Just tired." She replied, going up on her toes to give him a quick kiss. 

But Dean held Kayla's head, sank his fingers into her hair, and returned her kiss with a scorching one of his own. When his tongue swept into her mouth, she drew him in deeper and sucked erotically on him, caressing over him and luxuriating in his taste. For that fraction of time, it was just the two of them and Kayla gave herself completely to Dean, rubbing her hardened nipples against his chest and moaning against his lips helplessly.

A piercing whistle penetrated Kayla's consciousness, bringing her quickly to the present and the fact that they were being watched by over two hundred pairs of eyes. Dean's friends were applauding as if the curtain had just come down on a show in a theatre. With a groan Dean drew back, his lips going to Kayla's ear to give it a quick lick.

"Dean..." Kayla shivered and moaned uncontrollably. 

"Let's get out of here," Dean rasped, though he didn't release his hold on Kayla, "before I do something scandalous." 

The couple quickly said their goodbyes to the friends and family who were still around and jumped into the limo which was to take them directly to the airport. They were on their way to Venice for their honeymoon and Kayla couldn't wait to see the city of love and have her husband all to herself. 

"Ready to join the Mile High Club?" Dean drawled, leaning down to kiss Kayla soundly.

"Try and stop me." Kayla purred, moving to sit in Dean's lap.

Dean laughed and kissed her even harder. "I love you, wife." He whispered in her ear.

"I love you too, husband." She whispered right back.

Then Dean bent down to press a kiss on Kayla's stomach. "Mummy and Daddy loves you very much, baby girl." He whispered with so much emotion in his voice. "I can't wait to see the little angel." Dean had been over the moon when they found out they were expecting a girl. He claimed he'd had enough of guys. Who wouldn't want a little girl to spoil in the mist of all those bossy brothers and crazy friends, he always asked Kayla.

When Dean straightened up, he saw the tears that had gathered on Kayla's lashes and reached out to wipe them away.

"I'm happy." He whispered to his wife. "Thank you."

"Same here." Kayla choked and turned to straddle Dean with a contented smile. "And guess what?" Kayla whispered.

"What?" Dean whispered back.

"I'm not wearing panties."

"Fuck." Dean growled, getting instantly hard. "Why didn't..."

"No room for one under this gown." Kayla murmured even as she reached between then to undo Dean's belt.

"Baby..." Dean breathed as his eyes closed in pure arousal.

"I want you." Kayla whispered. "Now."

Dean didn't even bother talking to the chauffeur on the intercom. He bellowed; "Yo Rick, take the longer route to the airport will you?"

And before Rick could even respond to the order, the glass between his side and theirs was sliding up to effectively block him from hearing or seeing them through the driving mirror. Then Dean lifted his hips slightly to enable him push down his pants. 

"You're so gonna get it Mrs. Broody." Dean husked.

Kayla laughed breathlessly as she set her hands on Dean's shoulders for balance and got on her knees on both sides of Dean's thighs.

"Give it to me hard, fast and dirty, husband mine." Kayla purred and then gasped when she felt Dean's hot erection against her soft folds. "God, I want you." She whispered. 

Dean looked at his aroused wife from beneath his lashed and felt his heart swell with even more love for the beautiful vixen.

"I love you even more pregnant." Dean chuckled.

"And why's that?" Kayla breathed as she started lowering herself onto that big wet hard cock. "Oh God, this is so good, Dean. So good..."

"Christ. Kay..." Dean gasped as he felt that exquisite heat lower onto him, grip him...squeeze him. "So hot, so slick, so fucking sweet." He growled as his hands slipped beneath the gorgeous gown to hold Kayla's hip. 

Anyone looking on from behind Kayla, would have only seen a bride in her beautiful gown, which was spread beautifully onto the floor of the car, sitting on her handsome groom. It was an artistically beautiful sight. Dean pushed up deeper into Kayla, holding her as she arched in his arms until he had buried every throbbing, desperate inch of his cock inside her clenching pussy. Kayla's eyes rolled back in her head as her face went slack in carnal bliss. She tried to stop the cry that was threatening to burst forth...knew she had to be quiet...despite the glass separating them, there was another person in the car with them. But it was too much. And even before Dean could start thrusting up into Kayla, he felt her tighten even more around him and then with a loud cry which she just couldn't control, she started coming. That tight contracting pussy was almost Dean's undoing. His eyes lost their focus as his control frayed.

"Fuuuuuuck!" He growled as he tried to hold on to his control. He pulled his lower lip between this teeth and bit, drawing blood as he tried to stave off release.

By the time he was composed enough to start thrusting hard and fast into that spasming heat, Dean knew he wouldn't last long. He sought Kayla's mouth and kissed her as he rocked against her, holding her firmly around the waist as he thrust up repeatedly into her, taking with aggression just as he knew she wanted.




The Steamy Chase Ch. 10



"I want you to come again for me, baby." Dean said huskily against Kayla's lips as his fingers found her swollen wet clit and began to massage it in slow, expertly soft circles."

"Dean..." Kayla gasped at the sensations that slammed through her. "Ah..."

That's when she began riding Dean, sliding up and down on his long, thick cock like there was no tomorrow. She sexily gyrated and rolled her hips into each upward thrust by Dean, driving her husband out of his mind. Kayla's knees slipped wider apart, taking Dean even deeper inside her. It felt so good she threw her head back in abandon. She was whimpering, flushed, her intense green eyes dazed with lust as her hips jerked. And just when Kayla didn't think she could take even one more sensation, Dean leaned forward and bit one of her hardened nipples through her dress.

"Oh my God!" Kayla screamed just as her second release hit her, stronger and sharper than the first.

Kayla's body jerked with such ecstatic pleasure she screamed and screamed, making Rick smile in front. Her entire body convulsed as her pussy closed like a vise on Dean's cock. Their gazes locked. Kayla's filled with blissful wonder, whilst Dean's filled with tenderness and sweet agony.

Dean couldn't hold off any longer. He didn't even thrust twice into Kayla's spasming heat before he stiffened and gasped as his orgasm thundered through him and he lost his hold on reality.

"Kay..." His mouth fell open, his eyes squeezed shut and his hold on Kayla's waist tightened as his entire body shuddered in ecstasy. "Fuck!"

Eventually, the tension eased from Dean's body and he opened his eyes to look at Kayla.

"Hey." She whispered.

"Hey." He whispered back lazily, his fingers playing gently through Kayla's short hair.

"I don't think I could ever get bored looking at you." Kayla whispered. "You're so gorgeous...and all mine."

Dean laughed softly. "All yours."

"Now, what was that you were saying about loving me more pregnant?"

Dean grinned, not surprised she'd remembered. "You're more...ready to go now. I'm not saying you were not before. It's just that you're...insatiable now, and I love it. I just might keep you barefoot and pregnant all the time if this is what I'm going to..." Dean paused when he saw the blush that coloured Kayla's cheeks. "Hey, what is it?" He queried huskily even as his mouth curved into a teasing grin. 

With a moan, Kayla buried her face against Dean's neck. "Enjoy it whilst it last. Your mother says it's hormones."

Dean groaned. "Now she's discussing our sex-life with my mum. Just great." 

Kayla laughed so hard she would have fallen off Dean's thighs if he didn't have his arms so tightly around her. "She's my doctor, Dean. What did you expect?" Kayla retorted, trying to bring her laughter under control.

"I know. It sucks that's all." Dean groaned.

Kayla had never seen a cuter Dean than the one worried about his mother discussing his sex life. She just melted, looking at her gorgeous, adorable and sexy husband.

"Oh I love you, Dean Broody." Kayla gushed.

"Love you more, baby." Dean whispered as he kissed his wife.

Their love and happiness was all that mattered. All that would ever matter...

THE END