Chapter 6: Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper ~ Her world rocker… Amongst friends!

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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 choked 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 wristwatch. “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.