Sometimes love happens at first sight, even when you’re at an age where you can’t comprehend what it means.
It was just a crush. They were only kids, after all. But what happens when that feeling never goes away?
Brayden and Kira have been neighbors for years, and best friends since they met. They have a connection that is evident to many, and it’s haunted them their whole lives. Teenage hormones rage, turning their friendship into something neither can handle. The attraction is carnal, all-consuming, and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before Brayden loses control.
Everything slams to a halt when their single parents decide to get remarried . . . to each other. Bad decisions and broken friendships make living across the hall from the one person you want above all difficult. Luckily for Brayden, it’s only for a few months before he’s off to college in another state, leaving Kira to face high school alone.
As Kira’s eighteenth birthday approaches, Brayden has a decision to make. Does he keep running away from the thing he wants the most, or does he run toward it?
Is it possible to ever be happy without the one person you need?
Tentative Release Date: March 3rd 2015
EXCERPT
Brayden
I’m going to fucking tear someone apart.
I’m going to obliterate every part of them and then move onto someone else.
I’ll start with Austin. I’ll rip Craig apart if he gets in my way, too. I won’t stop until I’m surrounded in nothing but chaos. Until the world around me reflects everything rolling around inside me.
Hell, the way I feel right now, I want to rip apart Ryan, my fucking father, Sonia, our God damned neighbors. I’ll destroy everything. My car. This driveaway. My father’s house. Everything.
Especially the little demon that just slammed out of my car and is busy stomping in her cute, flowery heels toward the front door.
“I’m not done with you!” I slam my car door so hard I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter.
“I’m so, so, so done with you!” She opens the door and storms inside, closing it before I can catch up to her.
The hell she is. It’ll be over my dead body the day she’s done with me.
I grab onto the knob and twist--fucking girl locked it! Huffing like a beast, I yank my keys out of my pocket and almost break them as I unlock the door, shaking with all the pent up emotions inside me.
Right now, anger is winning. Big time.
Soon it’s going to be something else. I’m going to lose control.
And I don’t give a damn. This girl is going to see the error of her ways before I even think of backing down. Flirting with Austin in front of me. Following after him. Who the hell does she think she is?
Kira is rushing up the stairs by the time I get into the foyer. “I told you I wasn’t done with you!”
“Leave me the hell alone, I don’t have to listen to you!”
That’s it.
I take the stairs as fast as I can, gaining on her.
“Kira? Brayden?” I hear Sonia call from the kitchen. “What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
“This asshole thinks he can tell me what to do!” Kira screams down at her mother.
“Kira!” Sonia is clearly aghast at her daughter’s behaviour.
She should be more worried about her daughter’s choice of clothing or the guys she decides to flirt with in front of me.
“Your daughter thinks she can wear the tiniest shorts on Earth and that me and Ryan aren’t going to have anything to say about it,” I say, loud enough for Sonia to hear.
Kira glares at me over her shoulder. “You have no right.”
“Kira, of course he’s going to worry about you. He’s your stepbrother!”
Kira and I both growl at Sonia’s reminder.
Kira whirls around, pointing her stubborn, cute little finger in my face. “You are not my brother.”
I grab her hand—
Then I have her up against the wall, her body covered by every inch of mine, my dick pounding so hard I can’t see straight anymore. I hold her hand down by her side, grab her neck with my other hand, and lean in to sniff her.
Long, deep.
The scent of her hits home, right in the most painful, starving part of me.
My back arches, feet pushing into the floor to give me more leverage, and I rock my hips against her. All-consuming want has control. I’m nothing but a beast in heat. Furious with the need to fuck what’s mine.
She arches back into me, like she was made to, her tiny moan ripping a desperate one out of me.
I scent her, rubbing my nose up and down her neck like a maniac, across her jaw. My nose skims her mouth, finding it parted for me, her lower lip plump and wet. “How many times am I going to tell you I know I’m not your brother?” I growl into her juicy mouth, teeth grinding as I fight the urge to eat it.
“Brayden.”
The way she says my name when she needs me is going to be the death of me. Grinding into her, I let my forehead fall onto hers, eyes squeezed closed. “Why are you doing this?” I ask her, my voice reflecting what is going on inside me, how I feel my cells being torn apart. “Why are you driving me crazy like this?”
“You’re always driving me crazy,” she complains, but her hands are in my hair, her fingers running across my scalp.
God, yes. Her words, her touch—they soothe the proprietary monster inside me. I nuzzle her nose with mine, our bodies rubbing, seeking, calming me and exciting me all at once. I want to kiss her sweet lips, rub my tongue against hers. Hear her moan my name into my mouth.
“Kira,” I groan instead, pressing my fisted hands against the wall next to her head. But I don’t move away from her yet. I can’t. The smell of her, how her smaller body grinds into me and teases my cock, has me so worked up I’m about to go off right here. Just from dry humping her. “We can’t do this. You know that.”
“But I want you, Brayden.”
Her whispered confession blasts through me, incinerating all logic.
Yes. Yes. Yes. She wants me. Not fucking Austin. Not some other dipshit. Me.
I grab her wrists, forcing her arms up high above her head, taking complete control of her body. I open my eyes, finding hers locked on my lust-tightened face, liquid with want. For me. All for me. Her sexy little tongue peeks out, wetting her lower lip and teasing me with a glimpse of what’s mine.
What was taken from me years ago.
What I’m going to own again.
Right now.
I seal my mouth over hers without warning, jerking at that first taste of her lips after such a long time. She goes wild beneath my weight, rubbing against me like she’s about to come for me, her lips parting and her tongue sliding out to taste me.
Like I’m tasting her.
Fucking my mouth as rough as I’m fucking hers.
Fuck. I’m going to come. The tip of my cock is swollen, pulsating with an orgasm that’s going to wreck me. I’ve never been this ready. This worked up.
And Kira’s about to give it to me. Her fingers pull at my hair, her hips riding my thigh, and I know she’s about to come with me just as hard as I’m going to with her.
I bite at her lip hard, pulling back and dragging my teeth along it, opening my eyes enough to see her beautiful face all scrunched up with the pleasure I’m giving her—
There’s a loud crash from downstairs, what sounds like a pot or something equally as heavy slamming into the floor, and Sonia’s low curse follows after.
“No,” Kira whimpers when I pull back, her fingers tight around the back of my head, refusing to let me go.
GIVEAWAY
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.
Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Compulsions Series, and many others. She was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.
N. Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
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