All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kasey’s POV The cold breeze slipped around us, but none of it mattered with how warm he felt pressed against me. His forehead was still against mine, his breath shaky, like he was barely holding himself together. I could feel the hard ridge of him against my stomach and my whole body tensed. It felt like a warning and an invitation at the same time. What kind of lesson did you have in mind? He was playing along. This was the opening I needed. My mind raced, my own boldness startling me. I dropped my gaze from his intense stare, letting it fall to the prominent bulge straining against the front of his dark jeans. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing my sudden, terrifying idea. I lifted a trembling hand and pointed a single, shaky finger. "That," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the wind. "I could… help you with that." He froze. His entire body went rigid, the muscles in his arms taut under my hands. He pulled his head back to look at me, his eye

Kasey’s POV The scent of my mom’s favorite strawberry shampoo filled the room as she gently worked a wide-tooth comb through my damp hair. Her voice was a soft, melodic hum as she narrated a story I knew by heart. "..and he just stood there, leaning against that beat-up old truck of his, not a care in the world," she murmured, her fingers deftly working through a minor knot. "I thought he was the most arrogant boy I’d ever seen. But he just looked at me with those eyes and said, 'Get on, or stop staring, sweetheart. You’re holding up the line'." It was her favorite story, the one about how she met my dad. I’d heard it a million times, and normally, I’d be hanging on every word, lost in the romance of it all. But tonight, my mind was a million miles away. It was on a windswept cliff, tangled with the memory of a tall, tattooed man with stormy grey eyes and devastating dimples. A man with a thick, impressive, curved cock that had tasted like heaven on my tongue. The memory of its we

Landon’s POV I never should’ve come here. I should’ve just stayed in my own damn place, cracked open a beer, and avoided this family dinner altogether But I did. And I spent all day in that kitchen like a fool, putting my time and pride into a meal to please a girl who stopped seeing me the second my brother opened his damn mouth. And then I had to sit there. Watch him lean in close, cut her meat, make her smile. Make her laugh. I almost made it through the dinner until I heard him say he asked her out. A detail Kasey had conveniently failed to mention. But again, what the fuck did I expect? I knew she had been in love with Leo since she was twelve. A fucking childhood fantasy she’d never outgrown. And I’d been the idiot who thought, for one blinding, stupid second a week ago, that something had changed. She’d practically asked me to teach her how to give a blowjob. I knew she wanted to practice on me so she’d be perfect for him. And I, like the masochist I am, had said yes. I

Tess finally found her voice. "It wasn't like that. It just... it came out one night. It wasn't a secret from you, specifically..." "Then what was it?" I pushed myself off the bed, my limbs suddenly feeling heavy and alien. The relief from passing my exams felt like it had happened to another person in another lifetime. All of it crushed beneath this new weight of betrayal."Because it sure feels like a secret you kept from me." I walked to my dresser and started grabbing my wallet and my keys. I needed air. I needed to be anywhere but here. "Kasey, please, just calm down," Tess said in a calm tone. It was steady, but I heard the tremor underneath. The guilty tremor. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, reaching a hand out toward me. I flinched back as if she’d burned me. "Don't tell me to calm down. I can't believe I'm the only one who’s been an open book here! I just told you about Leo! I was this close to telling you about…" I trailed off, Landon’s name sticking in my th

Kasey’s POV Landon’s arms wrapped around me like they belonged there, solid and steady and warm in a way that made something tight in my chest finally snap. I didn’t even realize I was crying until his hand came up to the back of my head, his fingers threading gently through my hair as he murmured against my ear, "Hey… hey. It’s okay. I’ve got you." God. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that until the moment he said it. The last three days, I’d felt barely present—just moving through the motions of my own life. I shut everyone out. Ignored every call. Let messages stack up until my phone felt like a memorial I couldn’t bring myself to touch. Tess. Maeve. Tyler. I couldn’t handle any of them; not their sorrys, not their explanations, not their voices trying to reach me when I wasn’t ready to be reached. In the end, I stuffed a few things into a bag and moved back into the dorms. I just couldn’t face running into Tyler or my so-called friends who kept dropping by even after