Illicit (Perfect for them Book 2)

by Melissa Adams

  Chase nods with a lopsided grin on his face. “That I definitely did.”

  Bryce glares at him and then continues. “It was obvious that Chase cared about you but back then I just didn’t know the extent of it, Kaya. He didn’t seem to want to do much about whatever he felt for you, so I thought that maybe it was just a little crush on his hot sis. Then a few weeks ago, we noticed a change in how he talked to you, in how he looked at you. And then last night, that kiss ...”

  Parker nods. “Yeah and earlier on in the kitchen. I wasn’t positive you two had slept together but I was sure there was something going on.”

  I take a moment to consider what they said and I’d be lying if I said that I’m not freaking out on the inside. If they noticed, did our parents notice too? But Mom and Dustin aren’t my immediate concern. I can’t figure out Parker and Bryce’s feelings because they’re looking at me and Chase without saying anything.

  The silence between us is deafening, louder than the waves that crash on the beach a few feet away from us, louder than my heart.

  “So you love her, Chase?” Parker’s low voice slices through the silence as he speaks to his best friend but his gaze is fixed on me.

  “I’ve never loved anyone else. And I suspect I never will. Kaya is everything to me. She always has been.”

  “So is this what you guys want? You want to be together?” Bryce doesn’t look at me and his voice is unrecognizable, lacking its normal cheery tone.

  I take a step closer to him, searching for his gaze, drawing his eyes to me. “Yes. We do. But I explained to Chase that this doesn’t change the way I feel about you and Parker. I love you. Both of you. And Chase and I will only have a chance if you two can live with it. You’re all a part of me, you three and Reid. I—”

  Bryce interrupts me. “So you aren’t choosing? This isn’t what this is about?”

  I shake my head. “No. I love you and I could never choose. I know it isn’t fair to ask this of you but I want to be your girlfriend. I’m sorry if I kept such an important thing from you and Parker but—”

  “That was my fault,” Chase intervenes. “Guys you have to understand that Kaya and I can’t afford to live our feelings out in the open. Dad and Karen – This is why I didn’t want anyone to know. I know I was wrong and it was never about not trusting you. It was more about being in denial and telling myself that I could stay away from Kaya. I didn’t want to ask her to risk her relationship with my dad and I felt guilty about basically asking her to be my dirty little secret. But after I kissed her last night, I realized that I was lying to myself. I can’t live without her. So please, I beg you. Say that you’ll allow me to be part of this relationship because Kaya made it clear that she loves you and if she had to choose between us, I know it wouldn’t be me.”

  Seeing Chase beg them makes me love him more. Chase isn’t the begging type, my brooding, alpha male guy is begging his two best friends for me.

  I look at the two men that hold such important pieces of my heart: can they forgive me and Chase? Can they accept our love when they’d have to help us hide it?

  Parker is the first one to talk. “I’m not mad at you, K. I understand why you didn’t tell us and I don’t feel cheated on. And it’s not just because of the stupid ‘friends with benefits’ deal. We all know that we can keep it as casual as we want in name, but things stopped being casual between us as soon as we all started to have feelings. Maybe they never were casual. You were in denial and I think I understand how you felt. Why else do you think that Bryce and I wanted to keep things casual? We were hurt by our ex and we were too scared to let someone in again. And that’s why I’m not even mad at your ugly ass, Chase.”

  I fly into Parker’s arms and he catches me, like he always does. Parker is my rock, he keeps me steady and he supports me. He isn’t just breathtakingly handsome on the outside, his heart is just as beautiful.

  I look at Bryce. My happy go lucky hottie, my playful jokester is suddenly very serious and that scares me.

  Things have always been easy between me and Bryce until very recently. I blamed myself and the guilt I was harboring for keeping such a huge secret from him. But if he’s too mad at me, if he can’t accept what I want, could I really blame him?

  “Bryce, babe. Please talk to me.” I want to tell him that I love him but it would sound cheap right now, it would sound like a way to guilt him into doing my bidding.

  He sighs. “Fuck! I ... shit, Kaya, that’s a lot. But Parker is right, we knew that something was going on between you and Chase. I didn’t realize how deep it was until I saw you in the kitchen earlier today. You guys should really work at this distance thing because I can tell you right now, that your dad had a troubled look on his face when he saw you. And when he entered the kitchen, Chase was basically dry humping you on that counter while copping a feel with the excuse of helping with your injury.”

  I can’t help but giggle but it’s more of a nervous sound, Bryce’s tone isn’t teasing. It’s laced with underlying sadness, maybe even some anger.

  “Look, I’m not mad. Ok fuck it, I’ll admit it. I am a little mad. Not at you, sweet stuff. After all, you’ve only known me and Parker for a couple of months. I’m mad at that motherfucker.” He points his finger at Chase. “He’s known us forever and when we talked about you, he could’ve fucking told me how he felt. Or later, he should’ve never asked you to keep quiet about you two fucking.”

  Chase opens his mouth to stop the onslaught of Bryce’s feelings but his best friend shakes his head. “No. I’m not done. I’m mad at your ass but I fucking forgive you as long as you swear that you’ll put Kaya first. I understand that you can’t hold her hand in public. Parker can’t either anyway because regardless of you two being siblings, I doubt your parents, our friends or the world would understand whatever the fuck is going on between us all. But I’ll forgive you, Chase. I just need some time, ok? Parker and I aren’t completely innocent anyway. You two weren’t the only ones keeping secrets. And I—”

  So that distance, that hesitation wasn’t just me. “You’ve been keeping secrets?”

  Bryce nods. “It’s something about the past. Parker and I have made a promise to someone not to tell anyone about what we know.”

  Fuck, obviously I can’t be mad but I’m worried. “Ok. I understand making a promise. And you don’t have to tell me.”

  Bryce shakes his head. “I don’t want any secrets between us but I can’t break that promise.”

  I take his hand and I’m relieved when he doesn’t take it away. “Bryce, you don’t have to break any promises. Not even for me. I only have a question: would whatever you know change things between us now?”

  Bryce and Parker look at each other and then Parker asks me if there’s anything that could make me choose between them.

  I have no hesitation. “No. I love you all equally. And Reid. I could never choose, the past doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you fucked someone else or whatever else that secret might be. Keep your promise because it doesn’t change how I feel.”

  “Then, I’m in. Chase is like a brother to me and if you love each other ... well, somehow it feels right. I could never share you or accept it if you loved another guy. With Chase and Parker and even Reid, it’s different. But Chase, asking her to lie to us was uncool. It’ll take me a few days to stop wanting to punch you in the face, ok?”

  And just like that, I get the best birthday present I could ever have asked for.

  The only blemishes on my happiness are the fact that I know our parents would never accept my feelings for Chase and the thought of Reid. His brother and his best friends say that he loves me but I think that he might’ve moved on. Not just because he refused to kiss me at that party but because he’s always so distant. His behavior is different than Chase’s. Where his brother reacted to the need to stay away from me by constantly antagonizing me, Reid doesn’t even look at me. So I have to think that he was able to move on during the years we’ve been apart.
It hurts like hell because I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sweet boy I met when I was fifteen, the one I’d talk to for hours. But if Reid is over it, I have to respect his wishes.

  We walk back to the house and Chase says goodnight by bringing my knuckles to his lips and kissing them. We both know that following me to my room with our parents sleeping upstairs is an unnecessary risk, when we’ll have more privacy at his place or mine.

  So I’m left with Bryce and Parker and I’d love to ask them to spend the night with me but I don’t know how to. A lot has happened tonight and I’m sure they have a ton of stuff to process, just like I do.

  But my boys know me well and they must’ve silently communicated with each other because Bryce comes next to me and places a soft but chaste kiss on my lips.

  “Happy birthday, sweet stuff. Look, I want nothing more than to rock your world tonight but Parker and I think that our proper first times together should be on a one on one basis. We each want to enjoy it without sharing. And I think that tonight Parker should be with you, if you want company, that is. I got the best deal out of everyone because I get to be your official date, so I think I owe it to Parker to let him have tonight.”

  Parker and I are left alone in the backyard, it’s getting late but he doesn’t look in a hurry to get inside the house.

  His lips find mine, soft and demanding and I let him kiss me long and deep with his strong body pressed closely against mine as my back comes into contact with the backdoor.

  “I love you, Kaya.”

  I caress his jaw, playing with the light stubble that’s starting to appear. “I love you too.”

  He seems to hesitate but then he speaks his mind in his usual calm and confident manner. “I want to come to your room and I want to make love to you all night. But if this isn’t what you want, if you need time, I want you to know that I’m not gonna be mad or disappointed. If you just want me to hold you and sleep next to you, that’s fine too. I don’t want you to think that I have expectations just because you and Chase—”

  I interrupt him with a kiss. “No. I want to make love to you. I’ve wanted to for weeks. I just didn’t know what to do about the promise I had made to Chase. I didn’t want to deceive you or Bryce. But now that you know ...”

  He nods, a slow smile forming on his lips and his silver eyes are full of promises as he pushes the door open and follows me to my room.

  Oliver

  I THINK I MIGHT’VE misjudged Kaya. She looks like a doe eyed, innocent girl. But maybe I should’ve known that there’s more to her than what appearances suggest because she might look like an innocent girl but she definitely doesn’t kiss like one.

  After last night I was trying to understand which of those losers she hangs with she’s dating and today I thought I got my answer. She’s dating Bryce.

  To be honest, the only reason I agreed to come here this weekend to these business talks with my dad is that I knew she’d be here. In fact, I had initially told my dad to forget it. But I changed my mind last night and decided to show up.

  Because I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss and I wanted to know what to do and who I had to fight to kiss her again.

  So after I determined who’s my rival, I took a bottle from Mr. Hudson’s stash: the old man knows good booze, that’s for sure. I stepped outside with a bottle of Don Julio1942 and a good cigar and sat by the pool, smoking and thinking about how I could show Kaya that she’d have way more fun with me than with Bryce.

  She obviously likes jokesters and I’m bloody funny when I want to be, so my plan was to beat Bryce at his own game and conquer Kaya by making her laugh. That was until I decided to call it a night and stumbled upon her and Parker making out by the back door.

  I immediately took a step back and I’m glad I didn’t make myself known, because what I’ve heard is worth more than gold.

  I smile at the thought that she’s fucking Parker, Bryce and her stepbrother. So maybe it won’t be that difficult to convince her to spend some time in my bed. Lots of American girls are curious about how a future British lord fucks.

  I wonder if they share her, I think feeling my cock harden in my jeans at the images that come to mind.

  But first I’ll have her all to myself and then we’ll see who else she wants to invite into the boudoir. Possibly another girl, I went to a posh boarding school in England until sixth form (English equivalent to the senior year of high school) and I’ve done my fair share of experimentation. And I concluded that I prefer pussy. Actually, naked men kind of turn me off. But seeing Kaya with Parker was hot, so I wouldn’t turn it down if that was the only thing she’d let me get away with.

  I walk by my bedroom door and then decide that I’m way too wound up and horny to fall asleep, so I knock on Valeria’s door.

  I haven’t fucked my stepsister in over two years, since she visited me at Yale during freshman year.

  “What do you want?” She opens the door in a black lace see through slip that barely covers her tits and ass.

  She’s lost too much weight recently, I think she must be overindulging with the coke. She’s still hot because she’s athletic and has a toned figure but her arms and legs look too bony.

  Her fake tits look ridiculous now on such a small frame.

  I walk into the room and sit on her bed not doing anything to hide my raging hard-on.

  Valeria swallows, her eyes are fixed on my crotch and her flushed skin makes her excitement more than obvious.

  I smirk at her, spreading my thighs further apart, well aware that she’s never been able to resist me.

  “I’ve missed you, babe. I’m so happy to be going to school together. It’s been too long.”

  She folds her arms over her chest and the displeased twist of her lips tells me that she doesn’t want to make it easy for me. Good, I’m always up for a challenge. “Yeah, right. We both know that you had to move back to Cali, since Daddy has decided to set up shop here. You know the court ordered you to live in the same state as Dad, if you want to avoid your suspended sentence to be reconsidered.”

  Yeah, whatever. I’m over that shit. I made a mistake but Dad’s money and influence made it go away. Moving to Cali was a small sacrifice. Connecticut is too fucking cold anyway.

  I sit up and grab her by the arm, pulling her closer to me.

  She won’t let me kiss her and moves her head to the side but in doing so, she exposes her long neck and I run my lips and tongue up and down it, biting and sucking the way I know she can’t resist.

  “What do you want, Ollie?” she whimpers, trembling as I guide her hand to my jean clad crotch and rub it up and down my hard cock, until she starts stroking me without my encouragement.

  “I want you, luv.”

  She stops touching me, straddling my hips but looking offended.

  “Yeah, right. Did you think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been eye-fucking Kaya? Don’t insult my intelligence.”

  I would never insult Valeria’s intelligence. I might toy with her, sometimes be even a bit of an arse to her but I know that if I were looking for my match, it could only ever be her.

  “Ok, true. I want to fuck Kaya. But don’t tell me you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at her brothers.”

  My stepsister shrugs and I’m thankful when her hands return to my waist and her fingers begin fumbling with the buckle of my belt.

  I take my t-shirt off and grab her tits through the lace of her nightie, squeezing hard and making her gasp.

  She eases my jeans and boxers off my hips and grabs my shaft with both hands, working up and down my length and making me groan. Fuck, she hasn’t forgotten how I like to be touched.

  I kiss her hard, feeling around the edge of her lacy black thong with two fingers and then moving the material aside to slide them straight inside her pussy. I smile, satisfied when her inner muscles clench around them as the rhythm of her hands on my shaft grows faster.

  She leans down, licking and playing aroun
d the hole at the tip of my dick but when she’s about to take me into her mouth, I withdraw my fingers and flip her over, lifting her thighs onto one of my shoulders.

  I run a finger all over her opening through her underwear but I run out of patience and tear the flimsy fabric, exposing her completely to me.

  “Brute!” she yelps. “Those were Chanel. They cost two grand.”

  I smack her ass and drag the head of my cock up and down her exposed skin, finding her absolutely drenched.

  “So? Your mom married right and now you don’t have to shop at the mall anymore, right? I’m sure you have a whole drawer full of that shit.”

  She tries to push her hips closer to me, tired of my relentless teasing.

  “Ollie, please.”

  I smile, this is why I love her. Always so hot for me.

  But I’m horny beyond belief, looking at Kaya all day and then seeing her make out with Parker has me going crazy with lust and her pussy simply won’t do. So I use one of my hands to lower my shaft and press myself against her other hole.

  She immediately yelps, trying to scoot away from me but I hold her firmly in place.

  “No! You know I don’t want you to do that!”

  I groan, crazy with want, ready to do anything to get what I want. Anything but force her. That doesn’t work for me at all. I want her to let me do what I want. I want her to want it.

  “Please, luv! You know you have the hottest little ass in the world. You know I’ve been wanting it for as long as I’ve known you. Please?”

  She shakes her head. “No. You’re thinking about Kaya, not about me, admit it.”

  Fuck, she’s right. “Ok, fine, you’re bloody right. But—”

  “But nothing. You took my first kiss and my virginity, that’s reserved for true love. You can’t have it unless you love me.”

  Her hazel eyes are fixed onto mine and I could lie, I know I’d be convincing but I do love Valeria. As much as I could possibly love anyone.