Wrong Kind of Love (9 page)

My bad mood stays with me throughout the day while I help out in the kitchen with Thanksgiving dinner.
I was surprised to find that Declan Sage could actually cook, apparently he has practically raised his little brother. Which means he’s had plenty of practice.

It doesn’t help him though. I know who was i
n his room last night. You just wait ‘til I get my hands on little miss innocent Teagan Harper. My sister has a lecture coming. She can’t get mixed up with the likes of Declan. He would break her heart into a million pieces and I will be damned if that ever happened.

As you can imagine
I’m on a short leash today and I don’t think I will ever get out of it. How can I? My little sister is messing around with the biggest player I know. And the girl I want is sleeping with my brother. It’s enough to make me want to shoot something.

I’m totally no
t paying attention and knock a bag of flour all over me. It literally rises up and gets in my hair and all over my face. “Caden! What in the world? Get this cleaned up and go take a shower!” my mom exclaims behind me and I find myself grinding my teeth.

“Yeah, M
om.” I say cleaning up the mess I made. It takes me awhile and no one bothers to help. Figures. When I’m done, I don’t say anything as I head up the stairs to mine and Jaden’s bathroom. I quickly get my soiled clothes off and start the shower. I wait ‘til the water is nice and hot before getting in. I rush through it because I have no desire to miss any of the food. Or Teagan making googly eyes at Declan. When I finally turn the knobs off I feel nice and clean.

I start to step out of the shower when the bathroom door suddenly opens. In walks my angel. I haven’t been this close to her in a
lmost a month. I can’t help but remember the time I had her tied to my bed. Then Jaden had to come and fuck it up.

Grace stands there staring at me with wide eyes. She never got to see me completely naked so when her eyes take in every inch
of flesh I have exposed, my dick comes to attention. She opens her mouth to say something but closes it and meets my eyes. She swallows, hard. “See something you like?” I ask softly.

I tip my head down a little and look at her from under my lashes. I bite the side of my lip and beg her to come over. Her cheeks blush beautifully and she cla
sps and unclasps her hands. “We can’t. Don’t look at me like that.” She closes her eyes and turns her head away. “I gave you a chance and you blew it off. I moved on. Don’t stand over there looking like a goddamn sex god. I cannot handle it.”

“Come here
, Grace. Don’t think about all that. I’ve got a hard on that has your name written all over it.” I’m probably pushing my luck but I don’t really care. She is the one girl I can’t run from. The one girl I want above all others. I can’t explain it but I know it’s real. Her soul speaks to mine and I want to learn all the secrets I know she is hiding.

“Caden
, please don’t. Seriously I can’t do this.” I pause with my hand reaching for my dick. Her accent disappeared just now. It went from being southern to northern. New York maybe. I shake my head because I really don’t want to go there right now.

I step out of the shower and lay my towel down on the toilet seat. I walk right up to her in the small space of this bathroom. I reach around her waist and lock the bathroom door.

I don’t think as I pull her against me and crush my lips to hers. I don’t think about my brother or anyone else that might be hurt because of my actions. He doesn’t want her like I want her. He doesn’t live because of Grace. I do. I may not know that much about love, but what I feel for this female in front of me is damn near close.

Her tongue reaching out for mine brings me out of my crazy thoughts. She is wearing some frilly lace skirt, so I inch it up until I get ahold of her panties. They are down her legs and touching the floor in no time.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you haven’t fucked my brother.” I command as I slip a finger inside her. My voice breathless and hoarse.

Her hands come up to cup my cheeks as she moan
s around my lips. “I haven’t fucked him. I only want you. I’m yours.” She whispers running kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

I get an overwhelming need to be inside her. Mark her as mine. So I do. I spin her around until she ends up bent backwards over the counter, which holds the sink. I bend down and rummage through the space under the sink until I find a condom I had stashed under there. I stand up and roll the thing on. “Keep your hands above your head. If you lower them, I’ll stop and walk out of this room.”

She nods and I don’t give her any warning as I push into her soaking wet heat. Thank the lord she was ready for me. We both groan as we finally come together. I set up a slow and easy pace, taking in all the little sounds she makes and the way her eyes keep rolling into the back of her head. I clutch her hips hard enough to bruise, but I can’t really seem to care at this point.

I start to pound harder as a tingling sensation starts moving up my spine. Grace has her head leaning against the mirror and she is staring right at me. I almost blow with the look of pure lust she is throwing at me. I want her to look at me like this always. “Make me come, Caden.” She says on a moan.

“Anything you want, Angel.” I take one of my hands from her waist and lower it to her sex. I flick her clit up and down just the way I know she likes it.

“Oh my god, right there. Don’t stop.” She whispers arching her hips closer to me. Her hands stay above her head the entire time. I start to feel her inner walls clutching me and I speed up my thrusting. We both come at the same time and I swear to god I can’t feel my legs.

After we get sent back to reality, Grace runs out of the bathroom like the hounds of hell are on her tail. I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. What the fuck did I just do?

Thankfully when I finally make it down to the kitchen she isn’t around. I might say things in the heat of the moment
, but I can’t really mean them. I have lost my damn mind.

“You okay
, Caden?” Declan asks me while cutting up some cranberry sauce for dinner.

“Yeah. Why?” I narrow my eyes at him. Let him say anything to me I don’t like. I’ll tell this whole damn house what he was doing with my sister last night.

“I don’t know you seem kind of out of it.” He shrugs his shoulders and goes on about his business.

Yeah he could say that again.
“I’m fine.” I grumble at him before heading into the dining room where mom is setting the table.

“You mind if I head to the studio until dinner?” I seriously don’t feel like being around people right now.

“Sure honey. You were only in the way down here.” She chuckles and I can’t help but give her a small grin.

I try and keep my mind off what just happened. The one thing I was trying to prevent was hurting my brother. Then I go and do the one thing that will hurt him the most. I feel like complete shit and I hope he kicks my ass. Life could not get any worse at this point.

I have my canvas and paint ready before I know it and I’m moving the brush along the blank screen. The picture comes to life without me even trying and I’m so fucking pissed off by what I create. I should have known better, I should have planned something out. Whenever I let my heart paint it gives me exactly what I want to see. Only problem is, this time it’s also something I shouldn’t want to see. Something I should have never seen.

Grace’s back is bent over the counter in the bathroom. Her arms are above her head and
there’s that look of lust I wish would never leave her face. Well maybe when she’s not looking at me. Her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as she comes and my dick comes to attention, already I want her again.

How the fuck
am I supposed to stay away from her now? How the hell do I get over this? All I want is to run around screaming that Grace is mine, like some stupid caveman. Because she is, if this afternoon wasn’t proof enough, then I don’t know what is. She wouldn’t have fucked me in that bathroom if she had true feelings for Jaden.

The door to my studio opens without a knock and I get
unbelievable pissed. “What the fuck?” I nearly yell. It’s my own damn fault I didn’t lock it.

“Is that Jaden’s little girlfriend?” Forest asks, a look of shock written all over his face.

I pinch the bridge between my eyes and pray for strength. I’m about the beat the shit out of my older brother. “Shut the fucking door, dude.” I spit out, venom in my voice.

Forest slams the thing shut before walking over
to me. I quickly take the painting to my closet and lock it away. “Please tell me what Jaden said isn’t true. You can’t have feelings for her.”

I look up into his eyes with pure anger running
through my veins. “I have more feelings for her then Jaden. You can believe that. And I can’t help I had her first or that she really wants me.” I know I should shut the hell up but I can’t. I have to get this out of me.

“Whoa. He broke the bro code?” shock appears over his face again and
I’m starting to realize everyone seems to think Jaden is perfect. I guess I’m the only one who truly knows he’s not.

“I’m
tired of explaining that to people. I did everything I could to stay away from her. I can’t help how I feel.”

To
o late, I realize what I said.

I really need a joint. Luckily I knew my nerves would get to me so I packed one in my bag. More like five. But hey who
’s counting?

The bathroom incident
, as I have come to start calling it, was so wrong yet so right. I shouldn’t have let Caden do that to me. I should have run screaming in the other direction. I have never been a cheater and I never wanted to be one. Now that I am, I feel like complete shit and the guilt is eating at me. I want to tell Jaden but that doesn’t sound like a good idea.

I know that Jaden deserves to know, don’t get me wrong, but who am I to ruin a brotherhood?
I’m just some girl who doesn’t have a long-standing place in their lives. Betrayal is a something I know about and since I’m part of one now, I just can’t bring myself to hurt Jaden like that. I think he’s been hurt enough in his life. That stuff with his ex-girlfriend is more than I can handle. I’m trying to be there for him, but how can you complete with true love? You can’t.

It was so hard to sit there during dinner and avoid Caden’s eyes. I could feel them staring holes into the side of my face but I just couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. It didn’t help that Jaden kept his h
and on my thigh through most of dinner. Caden noticed that too and I could seem him clinching his fists against the tabletop.

The
conversation at dinner ranged from what is so wonderful about Declan Sage to what Hailey, Jaden and Caden’s niece had all over her face. Then these people made me sing. Luckily one of the sisters took pity on me and sang with me. I don’t want to relive that experience like ever.

I never had this kind of thing in my family, so it
was nice to be a part of it for a little while. Thanksgiving in my household consisted of a dinner made by the chef and us sitting around quietly eating. Aiden and I were strangers to our parents. They had no clue what to do with us. I say that’s their loss. If you can’t be bothered to pay enough attention to your children, then your children shouldn’t have to pay attention to you.

When the house got quiet I snuck out to the backyard to smoke one of my joints. I just
can’t deal with it. It’s too much to handle. My life has become a lie and everything I do is a lie. I want a break from reality…no I fucking need it.

I’m half way through my little rolled
up smoke when Caden’s happy ass comes strolling around the side of the house. I know my eyes are deer caught in headlights big but I can’t care. I can’t believe he caught me getting stoned. How worse could this whole situation get?

“The way everyone talks about you, I would never thought you knew what pot is. Now you are out here toking it up and
I’m not even surprised.” He stops walking and stands way too close to me. I can smell his minty aftershave and cologne and I want to climb inside of him. His dark t-shirt strains against his muscles and his legs are incased in low riding jeans that fit him to perfection. I want to take all those clothes off and rub myself against all that hard skin.

Jesus I’m such a slut.

“You don’t know me, Caden. No one does.” And there goes the pot talking. I don’t know what it is about this stuff that makes me say shit I wouldn’t normally say. My only guess is, it’s full of truth serum.

His
bright blue eyes darken with something I can’t make on in my un-sober mind. He steps until we are touching in all the places I shouldn’t want to be touching him. “I know you, Grace. I know you so damn well I see through you. I can see your true colors.”

I know he is trying to be serious but all I can hear in my head is the lyrics to Outside by Staind. Which makes me giggle. Yes I giggle when
I’m high. Sue me. I take a hit from my joint and hold in the smoke.

“What so damn funny?” he asks
, a husky tone to his voice. He takes the joint from me and gets a deep hit. He passes it back to me as I let out the smoke from my lungs. “Cuz inside you’re ugly, ugly like me. I can see through you.” I say quietly watching his jaw stiffen as he holds in his hit.

“Ah. I love that song.” He tells me when he lets out his breath. He takes the joint from me again and places it backwards in his mouth. He dips his head down to mine and touches his lips to mine. He blows smoke into my mouth and I suck it in. I have done this before with Justin
, but somehow this is better and…sexier. Caden’s lips are soft against mine and his hands are on my hips under my shirt and massaging my skin.

Caden finally pulls his head back up and takes the joint out of his mouth. He takes his own hit. We are quiet as we finish
it. My head is cloudy but I feel amazing. Getting stoned will do that to you. My entire body is tingly and I love every second of it.

After he
throws the last of the pot to the ground and stomps it out he is on me like white on rice. His hands go to my ass and his lips land on mine and his tongue automatically enters my mouth. My arms go around his neck and my body takes over as my brain goes quiet. I feel hot all over and my skin breaks out in a fine layer of sweat. Feeling like I can’t stand another second, and my legs go around his waist.

“Grace. I want to fuck you so bad.” Caden moans as I grind my hips against his erection. I want all this clothes gone and his dick buried as far as it can go. I’m fucking addicted to the way he makes me feel. I’m addicted to him. This is so bad and I
can’t even bring myself to care.

“Kayla. My name is Kayla.” I blurt out as he starts to kiss my neck. My hands go up the back of his neck and start to pull at his hair. I don’t want this slow
as he seems to want. I want fast and hard like we usually do. I’m in no mood to build it up I want it right now.

When he
completely stops and looks into my eyes, I know that I’ve fucked up. “What do you mean your name is Kayla?”

I close my eyes and lean my head back onto the side of the house. Fuck. “I’m high I don’t know what I meant.” Yeah like that will ever work.

Caden’s hand comes up and rest against my throat. I should be scared but this is Caden. Aggressive and always touching me. When we get this close to each other, I feel like he can’t get enough of touching me. I don’t mind at all though, because I can’t bring myself to stop touching him. “Bullshit. You know exactly what you meant. Grace isn’t your real name?”

In my cloudy brain I think I was
hoping that one person could see the real me. Not Grace, which is just a part I’m playing. It might be a part to save my sanity and have a better life, but still I want Caden to see Kayla. The girl who I have always been, not Grace who isn’t even close to who I really am. “Grace isn’t my real name, no. Kayla is.” I whisper feeling tears prick behind my eyes. God I don’t want to cry in front of him.

“Did you change it because of your ex-boyfriend?” he questions softly brushing the tears that have fallen away from my cheeks.

I shake my head. “Don’t ask me about it. Please. I can’t tell you and I don’t want to lie to you.” I plead quietly, barely above a whisper. “Please Caden.” I can’t tell him but I refuse to lie to him anymore. I realize now that he is more to me then some guy I fucked. More than my boyfriend’s brother. He’s Caden plain and simple and you don’t treat Caden as something that can be swept under the rug. He’s unforgettable and I think no matter where I go in life or where I end up my heart will always belong to the man in front of me.

He sweeps the h
air out of my face and behind my ears. His intense eyes search mine and when he finds what he’s looking for he comforts me. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. It’s going to be okay, I promise you that.” He places his forehead down on mine and I want to stay like this forever. “You have nothing to fear anymore, Angel.” He whispers as he lips meet mine. I don’t know who started the kiss and I don’t care. I want to spend the rest of my life kissing him.

He sets my feet back on the ground and I start to protest when he slips his hands under my skirt and starts to tug down my panties. Oh. When they are on the ground and
I’m naked under the skirt he picks me back up to wrap my legs around his waist. He starts to kiss me again as I make quick work with his jean’s button and zipper.

Before I know it
he’s inside of me and stretching me so deliciously. His hands are on my ass and he’s massaging the naked skin. It feels so good, I don’t want this to ever end. He dips his head down to my ear and whispers, “Ride me, Angel. Take what you need.”

I moan and start rubbing my hips over him causing the most wonderful
friction. God, don’t ever let this end, please. Our bodies fit so perfectly together, it’s like we were made to be doing this. I ride him slowly at first but before long he can’t handle it. His hand moves up to my waist and he stills me as he slams home over and over again. It’s not long before I’m crying out into the night air. I want to scream his name at the top of my lungs, but I refrain. That would get us caught for sure.

He pulls out, coming on his hand and my leg. At least he can remember to even pull out, I was so lost in the moment I didn’t
even notice he never put on a condom.

My happy afterglow bubble quickly burst when I realize that I have yet again fucked my
boyfriend’s brother. I scramble out of his arms and start to run to the house. Caden catches me and pulls me back around to face him. His eyes are intense as usual but there’s anger there too. “You can run, you can pretend it didn’t happen, but it fucking did, Angel. I’m not going to do this to my brother anymore. Tomorrow you need to end it with him and come home with me. I’m done playing this game.” I only nod my head at a loss for words and quickly storm back into the house.

It
’s not until I’m lying in bed, sick to my stomach, that I realize I was touching him the entire time we had sex.

What am I doing?

Seriously though. Am I that fucked in the head? Why can’t I stay away from her? She’s my brother’s girlfriend and here I am running around behind his back. This isn’t me. I don’t cheat and I never thought I would be someone who slept with a girl who is taken.

I feel sick to my stomach as I climb the stairs in my
parent’s house. And that’s when I see Teagan entering the room Declan is in. My fist clench next to my sides and I feel like walking into his room and beating the shit out of him. I don’t though, oh no I don’t. I walk right to Grace’s door when Teagan has closed the door behind her.

Usually I wouldn’t let my sister anywhere near a dude like Declan but with the other shit going on in my life
, I really can’t worry about her right now. I think it’s about time I realize that Teagan can take care of herself. I need to stop the overprotective brother shit. I’m not her keeper and besides I can’t seem to take care of my own shit.