All Chapters of Falling For My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Cade"What did you want to talk about?" Quinn tucks her hair behind her ear, that nervous gesture she does when she's trying to appear unaffected. "I have class in twenty minutes."I'm still seeing red from watching Ash touch her bag, carry her things, make her almost smile. Ash. My teammate, my competition, my—Friend is too strong a word. Rival fits better.We compete over everything. Always have. Starting positions, training stats, who can do the most push-ups, who gets to the rink first. When I made captain over him, it was probably the proudest moment of my life—not because of the title itself, but because I beat him for it.And now he's interested in Quinn.My Quinn.Except she's not mine. Not really. Even if she sleeps in my bed every night, even if I know exactly how she tastes, even if—"Cade?" She's looking at me with those blue eyes that see too much. "Are you going to answer me or just stare?""What's going on between you and Ash?" The question comes out harsher than I int

CadeQuinn stops dead when she sees where I've brought her."A movie theater?" She turns to glare at me. "Seriously? I have homework. I have readings due tomorrow. I have—""Two hours," I interrupt, already pulling her toward the entrance."Cade, I can't just—" She tries to dig her heels in, but I keep walking. "I don't have time for this!""Make time.""This is ridiculous! Let go of my hand!"I don't. I tighten my grip instead, because I know the second I release her, she'll bolt. She's already looking over her shoulder like she's calculating the fastest escape route.This whole thing is harder than trying to teach Riley not to trip over his own skates. Or getting Jake to smile before noon. Or literally any other impossible task I've ever attempted.But I need Quinn to trust me. Even a little. Because convincing her to work for Cole—to understand why we do what we do—requires her to see me as more than just the enemy.And from what I know about her from over the years, Quinn loves le

QuinnThe house feels like a graveyard.It's the first time I've been here when the guys aren't loud, obnoxious, and taking up every inch of space with their presence. Instead, they're scattered around the living room like ghosts—Marcus on his phone, Riley staring blankly at the TV, Jake sprawled on the floor with his eyes closed.I'm curled up on the couch with my textbook, munching on an apple, trying to focus on the Commerce Clause but mostly just pretending I'm not hyper-aware of the tension in the room.They're watching a hockey game on TV. Tomorrow's their big game—scouts will be there, apparently. They used to be excited about it, talking nonstop about plays and strategies. But whatever happened at practice today has drained the life out of all of them.Ash sits in the corner, an ice pack pressed to his jaw, scowling at nothing in particular.The door opens.Everyone tenses.Cade steps inside, and it's like a grim reaper just walked through the door. Or a vampire. Something dar

PLEASE NOTE THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BDSM.CadeHer eyes are wide, drinking in the polished steel cuffs and the spreader bar laid out beside her like a feast. That look—a little fear, a lot of fucking desire—it goes straight to my dick. 'She wants this. She just doesn’t know how much yet.'I pick up one cuff, the metal cool and heavy in my hand. “Give me your wrist, Quinn.”She hesitates for just a second, a sharp intake of breath, then slowly lifts her right arm. Her trust is a physical thing, a current that arcs between us. My heart does something in my chest. It's the first time she's willingly trusted me.I wrap the padded leather around her delicate wrist. The buckle clicks shut, a soft, final sound. I guide her hand to the wrought iron headboard, securing the cuff’s carabiner to a sturdy post. I do the same with her left wrist, stretching her arms above her head, leaving her gloriously exposed to me.I pause, my face inches from hers. “This okay?” My voice is rough.She tests the

Cade"Alright, boys!" Coach claps his hands, his voice echoing off the locker room walls. "This is it! Scouts are watching! Your families are watching! This is your moment to show them what NorthCrest hockey is all about!"The guys are buzzing with energy, bouncing on their skates, smacking sticks against the floor.Riley leans over, grinning. "You're in a good mood. What's got you so hyped?"I scoff. "I'm not hyped.""Bullshit. You've been smiling since warmups.""I don't smile.""You're smiling right now."I am. I can feel it—this stupid grin I can't seem to wipe off my face.Because she's wearing my jersey.Quinn Holloway is sitting in those stands right now with my number on her back, and every time I think about it, something in my chest does this weird tight thing that I refuse to name.'Get it together. It's just a jersey. It doesn't mean anything.'Except it does. And I don't care who knows it."Let's go!" Coach shouts, and we file out of the locker room.The roar of the crowd