Chapter 5 Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper: Her world rocker...morning after!

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

“Jesus!” 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’d 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 to ring. It was Ty.

“Yes?” Dean growled into the phone.

“Dude, get your arse down here. We have to eat and set off.” Ty 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’d done even more than seeing Kayla. After all, she did say there were no strings attached. And that was what he wanted…right? So why the fuck did he have that achy feeling in his chest, Dean wondered. He felt as though 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.

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Kayla Cooper stared at her reflection in the mirror but her mind wasn’t on her sexy-looking self. She looked totally hot in 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 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. 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 and his tousled hair which had seemed deliberately boyish made him look deliciously sexy. Shouldn’t there be a law against looking that good in the morning or something though, Kayla chuckled.

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 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. But that wasn’t the case 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 as though 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 she felt, she still got a delicious shiver along her spine anything she recalled what had happened between them the night before. She couldn’t help but smile at the luscious feeling.

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

“Oh, 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 definitely 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. In as 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 and wanting him. After having a taste of what he could offer, that wasn’t going to be a walk in the pack. 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 sigh, Kayla applied some lip gloss to her lips, wore her flat skimpy thong sandals, and headed for the door. She knew that if she delayed any further, Chris would probably come to her room to carry her out himself since he had already called her twice. After checking her appearance one final time in the mirror on the door, Kayla left the room.