CHAPTER NINE

DRAKE'S POV 

"Get your dawdling asses down here." I yelled into my phone at Jason.

It was Damien who came up with the idea of a boys only hangout this morning after breakfast, but for the past ten minutes or so, I've been the only one in the car.

And they are taking their time getting ready like girls going on a date with their long time crush.

I'm usually the late one among us boys, Cade excluded, but after it was agreed that we'd be making a brunch stop at BellCafe, I couldn't wait to leave this house or for the hours to start flying by.

While BellCafe made the best coffee and the sweetest cinnamon rolls you'll  ever taste, no offense mom, that isn't the catch for me.

The five foot eight blonde with eyes as dark as the mean coffee he serves was.

Jamie, that's his name and he's a junior at my school.

Yes, he's a guy and I'm a closet gay, so what?

I've spent the better part of my time at school watching him, finding his fair head and forever stuck on beautiful smile, in the hallways, cafeteria, you name it. 

Once he'd come to watch us play a basketball match against Red Wood high, obviously not for me in particular, and between admiring his adorable self, trying to impress him with my skills at least and keeping my head in the game, I'd almost cost us a win.

Almost.

Considering how much time I spend checking him out and watching his every move, I'm on the borderline of becoming his stalker.

The thought doesn't deter me from wanting to head to BellCafe right now, leaving those two jackasses I call brothers back here.

I just want to sit my ass in that cafe and have him smiling at me while he asks to take my order.

Just his smile did it for me.

I know I'm down right pathetic because no matter how much I know about him and I know alot, starting from the way his tilt up at the corners first before lifting into that beautiful smile that's all his, to the way tiny frown lines appear between his brows before his face scrunches up in a scowl or glare depending on his mood, he barely knows past the basics about me.

It will be a miracle if he even knows my last name.

I don't know why but I haven't coughed up enough balls to actually talk to him on a personal level.

Maybe because I'm afraid to find out he's not gay, or because I'm afraid of outright getting rejected.

I mean, he hates everybody on the basketball team because my teammates make it a point to bully him at every turn and I have done absolutely nothing about it.

It was a surprise he even came to that one game. 

Jace and Damien finally drag their asses down here.

"Hey man, sorry for keeping you waiting." Damien apologized, still wearing that shit eating grin he's been wearing since he came down to breakfast this morning.

And Jason looked like he wanted to hit someone, he should consider himself and Damien for leaving me here for ten solid minutes.

His problem though, not mine.

I sat in the back, my earpiece in and my eyes shut close while trying hard not to fantasise about Jamie and risk a boner while in the car with these two nosy brothers of mine.

Damien took the wheel of Jason's jaguar while Jason rode shotgun.

I'm really looking forward to that brunch.

JANICE POV

Kayla was all dolled up and ready to go out to God knows where when I finally woke up.

I've been out like a light since immediately after breakfast this morning.

She looked stunning alright but that wasn't what had my attention at the moment.

The absence of her forever on wristwatch was.

"Finally decided to give poor uncle Jonathan a break, I see." I taunted, my eyes alternating between her now bare wrist and her face.

"Actually that's why I'm going out." She answered.

"Huh?"

"I'm getting him back over coffee and cake from this hot guy I met yesterday.

"Now that's interesting!" I shrieked.

"And how come I'm just hearing about this hot guy now?" I queried, pouting.

"Because you wouldn't stay off the phone long enough to last night for me to have told you, and you wouldn't stay up a second after breakfast this morning either." She shrugged, satisfied that it was no fault of hers.

"Still, there would have been a time!" I emphasised, pouting some more.

"And how come Mr hot guy came to be in possession of poor, old uncle Jonathan? You won't even take that watch off when you sleep." 

I asked with a raised brow and a twinkle in my eyes.

I'm so going to love her explanation.

Kayla sighed then plopped down next to my beautiful self that's still in my pajamas by almost noon.

Good job, Janice Kent!

"Long story short, I lost him. Must have fallen off my wrist while I was trying to get away from the devil himself also known as Rick. And Alex hap....."

"Ahhha!" I cut in.

"I knew it. All that 'business management is just peachy Dad, it's my favourite class now' didn't sound half right to me."

"I didn't say it was my best class." She defended.

"Sounded like it. So Mr gorgeous devil is still at it and Mr hot guy has a name."

Kayla face palmed.

"God, you are something else. Yes Rick is still pulling me through hell and back in and out of his classes."

She got that look in her eyes when she mentioned him but before I could ask her about it it was gone.

There's obviously something going on between her and Rick that isn't all about hatred.

I just hope she's not setting herself up for hurt.

"And seriously stop with this 'Mr' shit."

"Uhhhmmm......no can do." I drawled.

"You are frustrating." She retorted.

"And you love me like that." I laughed.

"So, coffee with hot guy Alex, hmm?"

"Yeah," She answered getting up from the bed,

"and I should be on my way already."

She did a double check of herself in our full length mirror before slinging her long stringed purse over her shoulder.

"See you later, girl." She called to me as she went out the door.

"I want juicy details when you get back." I called after her as the door slammed shut.

"Ugggghhhhhh." I groaned.

'And so my boring day begins.' I thought to myself.

I dragged my ass out of bed and trudged out of our room.

The house was empty as usual I realised as I went down to the kitchen to find something to nibble on.

My parents have obviously gone out to work even though it was the dawned weekend.

It's a norm now that they go to work even on the weekends and I wonder sometimes if they'd have had to work this much if they hadn't tried to birth a soccer team.

As I'd made my way down here, I'd knocked on the doors to the others' rooms and even called hellos only to be answered by the echo of my own voice. 

Definitely alone.

I went looking in the fridge for something to keep my mind off my miserable and non existent social life.

I settled for making myself a sandwich and I easily threw up a couple of that before settling myself on one of our fancy kitchen stools.

Funny how this kitchen now holds memories for me that I'm not even sure how I feel about.

Last night had at least ended on a good note.

Damien and I had found some kind of middle ground and even though it doesn't alienate my feelings for him, it still counted for something.

Lying against him last night hadn't helped my situation though.

I'd wanted to touch him in ways no sister should ever even think of.

I'd wanted him to kiss me, touch me too but I just laid there and endured the torture of being that close to him and being unable to do nothing about the ache in my body that he brought until the exhaustion from the tears I'd lost in the kitchen washed over me and I'd gone to sleep in his arms.

If only I can find away to keep my feelings away from him then maybe we'd be able to go back to the way we used to be.

Those times when I was so close to and attached to him to the point where I could tell him any and everything.

I missed those days.

If only......but I only have the if onlys now.

The front door rattled and I wondered if kayla had forgotten something and has come back to get it.

I wouldn't be surprised since she does that alot.

"I'm in the kitchen, Kay." I called out, letting her know I was still around, only out of our room.

But instead of Kayla, Damien stood, dominating the kitchen door and looking hot as hell. 

I fumbled with my sandwich as I took him in.

He had on a navy blue Polo shirt that hugged his biceps and emphasised his broad shoulder and promised solid muscles beneath.

His denim, covered defined powerful thighs that begged to be sat on and his legs, oh God.

My hands itched to go through his full dark curls and pull him in until he has no choice but to kiss me but I didn't move.

I didn't dare.

I wouldn't survive the rejection.

So much for keeping my feelings far away from him.

"I-I wasn't expecting you guys back y-yet." I stuttered.

"I didn't expect me back either. The guys didn't come with me." He smirked.

"Still got no where to go Jay Jay? No boyfriend hoping for a lucky visit today?"

He was taunting me but the drop in his voice and the glint in his eyes as he asked made me blush from excitement rather than embarrassment.

I swallowed hard.

He smirked again as he came closer to where I sat.

I jumped off the stool I sat on and quickly carried my plate to the sink, afraid that he'd notice the betraying hardening of my nipples under my pajama top.

I focused on getting my plate washed and hiding the slight tremble in my hands from his close proximity.

I felt rather than saw him close the distance between us.

My knees threatened to buckle as his delicious cologne filled my nostrils.

He smelled so good.

"I thought we said no more running." He whspered into my ear, his lips brushing my lobe.

His fingers were almost caressing as the touched my neck.

I bit back a helpless moan at the way my body was reacting to his mindless touch.

I was confused.

Something was different about him now.

Why is he standing so close to me and touching me the way he was.

He slowly turned me around in the circle of his arms until I was facing him.

His eyes, dark and alluring, held mine as he pressed himself closer, into me.

I whimpered as he leaned in closer, and his lips teased mine, taunting me.

He probably found out your little secret and is playing you and when it gets old and boring, he'll be dropping you like scalding potato.

My subconscious mocked and I wanted to cry.

"Damien please." 

My voice didn't sound half as strong and confident as I'd have loved.

It sounded more like a helpless whimper than anything else.

I wanted to ask him to stop, to end this game he was playing with me but the words wouldn't get past my lips.

I moaned as his finger teased around my pebbled nipple, and the heat in his dark eyes as he watched me almost made me come.

I was so wet for him.

Wet for brother.

And I didn't know how to feel about this.

"Damien please." 

I moaned again, not sure what I was begging for anymore.

Was that a please stop? Or a please don't ever stop?

The saying 'putty in his hands' came to mind because here and now, I'd let him do anything to me without asking any questions.

And if it turns out that he's playing with me, I was sure already that I'd forgive him.

His impressive bulge pressed against me and when I shifted he groaned.

My neck coloured, he blush rising quickly to my cheeks. 

He laughed.

"Still blush easily I see. I always liked that about you."

His hand lifted the bottom of my top and his fingers trailed up my naked skin making me shiver.

His fingers moved again, feathering across my hard tips.

"God I missed you." He muttered against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Damien please." I moaned, helplessly grinding myself against his straining erection. 

We stayed like this, with him playing my body like the strings of his favourite instrument and me moaning and squirming and grinding against him.

"Please what Jay? Got something you want to tell me?"

His tone was teasing, like he knew something I didn't and for the life of me I couldn't even begin to think what.