All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Landon’s POV "I want you to fuck me." "You can’t want that, Kasey." The words scraped out of me. I wasn’t just telling her; I was trying to convince myself I’d imagined it. That she hadn’t actually said what I thought she had. Because I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my screwed-up life. But wanting her and actually letting myself have her were two very different beasts, and one of them could tear us both to pieces. Her beautiful face crumpled with confusion. "Why?" Christ. She was looking at me like I was the only man on earth she saw. That single focus was all it took; my cock pulsed, twitching, knowing exactly where it wanted to be; buried inside her and never leaving. I forced my eyes away from hers, dragging a deep, shuddering breath into my lungs just to regain an ounce of control. "Because it’s your first time," "I know," she whispered. "That’s why I want it to be with you. I trust you, Landon." I trust you. If she knew the things I’d don

I zipped my duffel bag for the third time and pressed my palm over the top to make sure it actually closed. I kept double-checking everything even though I knew I had packed it all. A few clothes. Chargers. The book I was currently reading. The gifts that Tyler got me. It was all there. I just needed something to focus on because the quiet in the room felt too loud. Landon had insisted I go home today, and even though a small, stubborn part of me wanted to argue, the rest of me—the part that usually listened to him—knew he was right. Staying here longer wouldn’t do anyone any good. I needed to go face my best friends and my brother because I'd clearly blown things out of proportion. . How could I stand there, furious at Ty and Tess for their secret, when I was keeping a secret just as big? A bigger one, maybe. What Tess and Ty did was… whatever it was. What Landon and I did was the exact same. Maybe even worse considering that we had been lying to everyone for a long time. I cou

Landon's POV The eight-ball vanished into the corner pocket, game over before Leo or I could even line up a decent shot. Dad straightened up like he’d barely bothered with the shot, a smug little smirk tugging at his mouth as he chalked his cue. "You boys gonna let me win all night, or are you actually gonna try and make this interesting?" Leo leaned against his cue stick, scowling at the green felt. "You’re just lucky tonight, Pops.” "It’s not luck," I muttered, racking the balls for what felt like the tenth time. "He’s been doing this since before we were born." "Your grandfather brought me and my brother in here all the time," he said, lighting a cigar. The flame flickered over the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. "Right to this same pool table. We had this same conversation, more or less." That got my attention. I straightened up, my focus now entirely on him. We never talked about Uncle Andrew. It was a taboo subject. Leo glanced up at him. "Yeah? What’d you talk about

Reaper. She was back to calling me by my road name. That switch meant one thing, she was pissed at me. My brain scrambled for a lie, any lie, that wouldn’t sound as pathetic as it felt, but she just stood there, looking at me like she could already see the fucking truth written on the inside of my skull. My jaw clamped down, a sharp pain blooming along the edges. "Kasey, stop." "Have you?" she asked again, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. Like she was preparing to hear something that would break her. Fuck. I took a step forward, trying to tower over her, to force this shit back onto my terms. "You’re here asking about some irrelevant whore instead of telling me why you showed the fuck up at the clubhouse." She didn’t flinch. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and clear and fucking killing me. "Just answer the question." My gaze flicked to the floor for half a heartbeat. That was all it took. Her sharp inhale sounded like I’d punched her in the gut. "Jesus Christ," sh

I felt my face flush hot as I sat there, the memories of Landon washing over me in overwhelming waves. Maeve and Tess both leaned forward, their eyes wide with curiosity and a touch of excitement. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, pressing my palms to my burning cheeks. But the heat had already crept up my neck, turning my face a deep crimson. "Kasey Marie Starling!" Maeve exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Spill! We need details!" I squeezed my legs together under the table, trying to quell the ache building between them at the very thought of him. God, the way he'd touched me, teased me, pushed me to the brink of madness again and again... "I'm not doing that," I mumbled, but even I could hear the weakness in my voice. The truth was, I couldn't get the feel of his hands on my skin out of my head. The sound of his voice, low and rough, telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me. The way he'd held me down, claiming me, branding me