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.