All Chapters of Falling For My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Cole.Cade is standing in my foyer when I emerge from the studio, and his eyes immediately narrow at the sight of me.I look down at myself. I'm absolutely covered in blood. It's in my hair, on my face, soaked through my robe, dripping onto my marble floors.I must look like something out of a horror film.Delightful.I stare at him, taking in every detail. His aggressive stance—weight forward on the balls of his feet, ready to strike. The tension radiating from every muscle in his body. The way his hands are already curled into fists. His pupils are dilated. His breathing is elevated.The new pills are working magnificently."Wow," I say, genuine appreciation in my voice. "You actually came. I wasn't entirely sure you would."Cade doesn't waste time with pleasantries. "Quinn isn't doing the research job anymore."Direct. Aggressive. No preamble.Yes, the pills are definitely working.I chuckle, the sound echoing. "Oh, Cade. So predictable."I shake my head slowly, like a disappointed

Quinn"Where'd you go?"I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed when he walks in, and something about him makes me pause mid-scroll through my phone."Cole," Cade mumbles, but his eyes are focused on me with an intensity that makes every hair on my neck stand on end.My mouth goes dry. Actually, scratch that—my mouth almost waters while between my legs already beats it to the punch.Oh God.My breath catches in my throat. "But you said we weren't going."He doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he takes off his jacket with deliberate slowness, maintaining that burning eye contact the entire time.The jacket drops to the floor.He's in just his tank top now—black, tight, showing off arms that have no business looking that good.He starts climbing onto the bed. Slowly. Purposefully. Like a predator stalking prey."What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out breathier than I intended.He keeps coming closer, not saying a word. Just looking at me like I'm something he wants to devour.My he

Quinn “Kiss me.”The words leave my mouth on a desperate exhale, a plea wrapped in a breath. My legs fall open for him, an invitation he’s been waiting for. The world outside this little alcove—the distant chatter of the people around us, the risk of being seen—it all dissolves into a dull hum. All I see is Cade. All I feel is the raw, magnetic pull of him.His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, are impossibly soft. They hold mine for a heartbeat, two, and then he crashes into me. His mouth isn’t gentle. It’s a claiming. A fucking conquest. His tongue pushes past my lips, tasting of whiskey and pure, unadulterated want. I moan into him, my fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.His hands are everywhere at once. One cups my breast through my thin top, his thumb circling my nipple until it’s a hard, aching peak. He growls against my mouth, a low, visceral sound that goes straight to my cunt.“Need these out,” he rasps, his voice roug

Cole.My eyes adjust to the darkness beyond the lamplight, scanning for movement.Nothing.But I know what I heard.I stand slowly, silently, and move across the room in the blind spots—the areas where someone hiding wouldn't be able to see me clearly.I reach the wardrobe and position myself to the side of the door.One.Two.Three.I yank it open.Someone explodes out of the wardrobe, swinging at me. Their fist connects with my jaw and I stumble back, cursing.The figure rushes past me toward my bedroom door."Fuck!" I shake my head, tasting blood.I glance back at Quinn. She's still asleep somehow, her face peaceful.Good. I don't need her waking up to this.I don't need any of the guys waking up either.I follow the intruder out into the hallway, watching them take the stairs two at a time.They're fast, but I'm faster.I let them get outside first—better to handle this away from the house—then I chase them down.They're running toward the tree line behind the property, probably h

CadeCoach tenses. His jaw works like he's chewing on the words before letting them out."John was..." He pauses, staring at the ice like the answers are frozen beneath it. "He was a star. A really good man. Hockey was his priority. His everything, really."I lean against the boards, arms crossed, waiting."He had scouts watching him constantly," Coach continues. "NHL teams fighting over him. Everyone wanted John Hunter on their roster." His voice gets distant, nostalgic. "Kid had a golden future ahead of him. Could've been one of the greats."I listen, feeling irritation crawl up my spine with every word.Because it sounds exactly like me. My stats. My situation. My future.Which makes this whole thing even more fucked up."You know," Coach says, turning to look at me now, "you remind me of him so much. The way you play. Your work ethic. Your raw talent. Sometimes when I watch you on the ice, it's like seeing John all over again."I don't respond. Just keep my face neutral even thoug