BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER

“Damn you, asshole!” Sasha screamed out gleefully.

“You fucking drive me crazy, Sasha!” He pulled his polo shirt over the head, watching her.

“And you’re fucking crazy already,” Sasha replied while peeling the shirt off, impatiently.

“We’re both crazy.”

On her knees, she moved toward him.

Kaleb’s lips twisted into a libidinous grin, pleased by the capriciousness of hers.

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, appreciating her naked body, everything to his liking. “And foul-mouthed.” He stepped out of his pants as he began kissing her all over again.

“Mmm,” she hummed into his mouth, pressing harder onto him. She wasn’t going to last longer, she wanted him, and she knew he wanted her, too. Her hand found his erection, already hard and firm.

“Oh shit!” Kaleb groaned, and both pulled apart, watching one another with desire.

“This is the last one,” Sasha breathed, stroking his length. His hand was rubbing her hair, mouth ajar, eyes married, intoxicated. “You won’t have me again, Kaleb.” She bent over to take him into her mouth.

“No, Sasha. If you do that I’ll come in your mouth,” he groaned.

“I didn’t stop you, did I?” Sasha uttered defiantly, surprising herself. What was happening with her? She mentally scolded.

“Fuck, Sasha!” Kaleb laughed nervously, his body trembling at her sensual assault. “I’m definitely fucking your mouth if you keep defying me like that, I’m warning you.”

“I dare you.” She kept stroking him, biting her bottom lip coquettishly… deliberately pushing him deeply into the ocean of lust and carnal.

“Damn you! Suck me, baby!” Kaleb’s eyes shone, and Sasha’s grin widened.

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“Sleep here tonight,” Kaleb croaked.

“Huh?” Abandoning the warmth of his bare chest, Sasha glanced up at him. “Sleep here?” Her eyes awoke.

“Yeah.” Kaleb kissed her hair. “It’s late, it’s raining, it’s cold and I love your warmth.”

Sasha blushed. “Is that the only reason you want me to sleep here?” she asked, resuming her comfort in his arms, hugged possessively. How she loved feeling his body so near hers, and his naughty hands toying with her hair smoothly, if not her skin every now and then.

“Maybe I don’t want you away tonight.” Kaleb smiled, lying more comfortable in the bed, his wide back against the pillows. “You can go back to your room tomorrow and everything can go back to the way it was.”

How convincing! Sasha was amused. Well, it was a tempting offer. It was undeniable that she felt different being here in his bed, and in his arms. It felt serendipitous.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for ruining my blouse,” she said softly, trying to change the topic. Her index finger was childishly trailing the contours of his sculpted chest, from the pecks to the abs, loving every detail. “That was very naughty of you, you know?” She pursed her lips at him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that,” Kaleb uttered, his voice serious.

Sasha scowled. “Really now? How? Will you lend me your girlfriend’s clothes?” She chuckled despite the intensity of the situation. She’d succumbed to being a whore, so she might as well do it with a clean conscience. What was she doing with her life? She pitied her hormonal-driven self, and yet regret was not in her list.

“God. You’re so stubborn,” Kaleb remarked with a big smile. “Alright, I bought you something. Over there.” He pointed at the shopping bags lying on the floor right near the couch.

“Seriously?” Sasha’s eyes widened, gleaming placidly. Kaleb nodded. “When did you get them?” She lurched out of bed and quested for Kaleb’s polo shirt lying on the rug.

“Soon after the office,” he answered coolly, crossing his hands behind his head.

“Wow!” Sasha was in awe. Partially dressed, she tiptoed towards the bags and sat on the couch. “Let’s see,” she muttered, and Kaleb’s face was filled with mirth at her excitement.

She opened the first bag and revealed a blouse that was almost identical to the torn one. She creased an eyebrow, gazing at Kaleb. He only shrugged. Laughing, she proceeded with the second bag and two pairs of expensive, sexy underwear lay inside.

“Really?” She lifted a white cotton lace thong, chuckling. It was tiny and hollow, utterly sexy and provoking. “This is so you.” She grinned at him.

“Well, I figured you’d look great in it,” Kaleb replied, his voice teasing.

Sasha flushed. “Did you shop yourself?” She reached for the last bag, in which was a black bodycon dress, short and elegant. “Wow, Kaleb! This is gorgeous! How did you guess my size?” She stood up quickly to get a proper look.

“Must I go into details?” Kaleb’s smile was pure joy. He looked happy watching her reacting as though it was something big.

“Yes, please.” Sasha bobbed her head.

Kaleb rolled his eyes. “Alright? I took your torn blouse and asked the lady in the shop for clothes with similar size. And about shopping myself, it’s a yes and no, but no more asking, please.”

“How grumpy!” Sasha smiled. “Okay. At least you did something sweet.”

“Does that mean you’re sleeping here with me?” Kaleb’s eyes flashed expectantly.

Placing the bags properly, Sasha muttered, “Fine. I am, but just for tonight.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Good.” Nothing but satisfaction was portrayed in Kaleb’s voice. “Hungry?”

“Famished.” Sasha returned to bed.

“There must be something edible in the fridge,” Kaleb muttered thoughtfully. “Let’s go and check, unless you want something specific.” He gazed at her.

“Um, no. Let’s have whatever there is. I don’t want to go out,” said Sasha as they got up.

“I can order for you. It won’t take long,” Kaleb replied while picking his pants from the floor.

Grilled chicken, fruit salad, and yogurt made their dinner. Sasha’s evening turned splendid, and so was her night as she slept with Kaleb by her side. It was a brand new feeling she wasn’t ready to give up, but the reality check was apparently cruel.

The alarm chirped in the morning as a reminder of midnight Cinderella back to the pumpkin that was mistaken for a royal carriage. She had to get real, she thought when her eyes met the dark knight in shining armor staring at her. He was already awake.

“Morning, beautiful,” he muttered, smiling softly at her.

“Morning . . . handsome.” She smiled back, and it suddenly hurt seeing him. Being in his bed this morning felt like a momentary sweetness of a chewing gum that was soon coming to an end.

Kaleb frowned at the shift of her mood, holding closer. “What’s wrong, Sasha?” he quizzed.