jordan

The months after Kirby’s draft sped by, the draft party had been awkward. Kirby was..off. You couldn’t blame him for keeping his distance but the smile he gave you and Colton was far too big.

He was much nicer than you had expected but that was just kirby, no matter how hurt he was he’d put up a wall and nobody was allowed in.

And not a single person at that draft party would have known or been able to tell that a little over three weeks before he’d gotten his heart ripped out of his chest and stomped on.

But things moved on after that, he was off in Chicago living his dream of playing professional hockey, you’d started college, and Colton had returned to The Saskatoon blades.

Things were tricky with you and Colton being so far away but he never failed to make your day, sometimes it was a sweet voice note telling you how much he loved and missed you, sometimes a door dash from your favorite restaurant, other times a bouquet of flowers at your dorm door.

Things were great until Colton’s draft, you were packing for the flight when the feeling in your stomach started, your jaw locking and soon you were rushing to the toilet and emptying its contents.

It lasted all through the night and into the next day when a fever started and you felt like you’d been ran over.

Colton was of course upset that you couldn’t make it but he wanted you to be okay and well rested more than anything. You had to watch the draft from bed but you were beyond excited when Chicago called his name.

Despite how awful you felt you were cheering in your bed, a bright smile on your face, chest warm with pride and excitement for Colton.

Until the camera panned and next to him was Kirby, wrapping his arms around his baby brother.

Guilt pulled at your heart at the way you felt seeing him for the first time in awhile, you’d stayed far away from any hockey pages, didn’t dare look at his social media, but now seeing him you felt alive again.

His baby face was still present, his bushy eyebrows still as full as ever, his usual braid bracelet was sat on his wrist, his favorite belt around his waist.

You hated how your eyes didn’t stray for him once he was on the screen, how your heart sped up at the simple sight of him.

It was one of the biggest nights of your boyfriend’s life and Kirby still managed to be the one overtaking your mind.

-

Kirby didn’t come to the beach house the next summer-Well at least not while you were there.

From what Colton and Hillary said he was spending a few weeks in Europe before he was heading back to Chicago for friends wedding and training.

From what Colton told you Kirby returned right at the end of the summer, surprising the family.

It wasn’t by accident Kirby had absolutely made sure to stay away while you and your family were visiting the beach house, Mason had told him when you guys would be going away to visit family and he just so happened to conveniently only get back the day after you left.

The next summer was almost the same routine, Kirby spending his off season traveling the world, friends weddings in between the training retreats especially after an injury had left him missing half of the season.

Colton debuted a few days after Kirby was rolled out indefinitely and that was the first time you’d stepped foot in Chicago. Kirby who was bed ridden was unable to make it to the game thanks to doctors orders and you allowed yourself a stress free evening.

And the next season just weeks before the brothers were set to play on the same team for the first time, Kirby was traded. All the way to Montreal.

-

You went almost three years without seeing Kirby and he made sure it was easy for the both of you. He skipped out on holidays claiming the tight schedule made it to hard to make it home and back in time, made sure his summers were booked and busy.

You avoided any and every social media post that could include him, turned down the invites to the house when you knew he’d be there.

It was a cat and mouse game but you both knew that’s how it had to be, it was the best for the both of you and your emotions.

However by some god forsaken chance one cold Christmas found the two of you together for the first time in a long time.

Your family was stuck in New York thanks to an awful snow storm, Colton and the rest of the Dach family had headed to the Bahamas for the holiday-or so you thought.

Not wanting to be alone you got the okay from Hillary to drive down to the beach house, spending your Christmas alone, but in your favorite place on earth.

You were snuggled under a blanket on the couch, cookies and hot chocolate on the table in front of you, home alone playing on the Tv when you heard the door handle rattle.

You moved quick despite the anxiety running through your body grabbing the first thing you saw, a fire poker.

You crouched down as you neared the door, reaching one hand for the handle you took a deep breath before yanking the heavy wood open.

However your built up adrenaline had quickly faded by the sight of the man in front of you, dark hair messy against his forehead, snowflakes stuck in the thick strands, cheeks tinted red, keys in his gloved hand.

You both stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of one another, his mouth opened softly like he was going to say something but he shut it, stuttering over himself for a second.

“Y/n?” He finally choked out.

You couldn’t move, it felt like you were frozen, your heart was pounding at lightning speed.

“It’s kinda cold out here, mind if I come in?” He raised a brow.

“Shit, yeah, sorry.” You laughed awkwardly moving to the side allowing him to enter the house.

You watched as he shed his expensive coat revealing a dark green sweater and jeans, he slid his boots off setting his bags by the bottom of the stairs.

“What uh, what are you doing here? Though everyone was in the Bahamas?” You question as he turned to look at you.

He nodded at your words, doing his best to keep his eyes anywhere besides on yours.

“Yeah I had some stuff that held me up in Montreal but the next flight out was canceled because of a snow storm. I figured I’d drive down here and fly out when it passed.” He explained hands shoved in his pockets.

It got silent for a second until his warm laugh broke it, “were you gonna hit me with a fire poker?”

You blushed at his amusement, “i thought you were a burglar, I didn’t know anyone else would come here.”

He followed behind you as you moved towards the living room again setting the poker back in its place you returned to your spot on the couch, Kirby staying by the fire place.

“What made you and up here? Not spending the holidays with your family?.” He asked softly.

“Similar to you, snow storm trapped them in New York and I didn’t wanna be stuck home alone so I drove down here.” You shrugged.

You hated how naturally conversation flowed between the two of you, it had been years since you spoke a word to him yet it felt like you two spoke everyday.

“That sucks.” He replied with a sad smile.

His eyes roamed the living room noticing how dark, and cold it actually was in the room.

“Hey you want me to start a fire? It’s a little chilly in here.” He threw a glance at you.

And for some reason, though you hadn’t thought about him in that way for years the image of what happened the last time he started a fire for you two in this room flooded your memory.

It was like his hands were on you again, you remembered every single detail. From the way his nails scratched at your skin, how soft his lips were as they trailed your body, how good he made you feel, how that night was such a beautiful moment for the both of you.

Kirby got his own flashback the second the words left his mouth, he’d never forget how you cried out his name, how soft your skin was under his touch, how your nails left the prettiest marks on his back.

He coughed shaking his head to rid himself of the memories, “you know it’s kinda late. Maybe not.”

You nodded in agreement, “there’s plenty of blankets.”

He retreated to his room after that and you two didn’t see each other again until the next morning-when you fell down the stairs.

Kirby heard the crash from the kitchen rushing out, bowl of cereal still in his hand he found you at the base of the stairs, starfished on the floor, in your bright red pj’s.

“You okay?” He asked coming to stand over you.

You groaned in response, there was a god awful throb in your left arm and your back was absolutely going to bother you for the next two weeks.

“No.” You let out another grunt.

Kirby laughed softly to himself, setting the bowl down on the bench he laid himself down next to you.

“What are you doing?” You asked looking at him.

“Laying down.”

“Yeah but why? You’re not hurt.”

“So you don’t feel so silly, but for real, you okay?” He spoke turning his head to look at you.

Your chest caught when his eyes locked on yours, you hadn’t gotten a good look at him last night but down in the growing light he looked so grown up.

A full face a facial hair, noticeable scar on his nose, eyebrows bushy but tamed, in place of his favorite braided bracelet now sat a hefty Rolex.

“Yeah, I think. Just hurts.” You spoke softly.

To have himself another moment of yearning Kirby jumped to his feet squatting next to you.

“What the hell are you doing? You squeaked, looking at him like he was crazy as he reached for you.

“Picking you up little miss injured.” He sassed.

You scoffed at his words, “You’re crazy, you can’t lift me.”

Kirby laughed at your words thanking you for hurting his ego before he was scooping you up like you weighed absolutely nothing.

“I can lift and squat my own weight thank you very much.” He scoffed.

You hated the way the smile tugged so easily on your lips, how badly your body yearned to lean into him.

He sat you on the couch making sure you were comfortable before grabbing you some ice for your arm.

You two spent the next two days coexisting with ease, ate dinner together, laughed over a glass of wine, watched movies and ate snacks that his nutritionist would probably yell at him for.

When you woke up on the that third day you bounced down the stairs (carefully) this time, a content smile on your face ready to greet him.

But as you entered the kitchen and living room he was nowhere to be found, his keys, shoes, and coat missing from the front door, and on the kitchen counter you found a little note stuck to the crossword puzzle in the news paper.

Had to get going but it was nice seeing you, Merry Christmas Y/n

-K :)

You smiled at the note a warmth filling your chest, your eyes drifted to the puzzle noticing he hadn’t finished it.

You took a close look and without hesitation you pencilled in the missing words.

“I still love you”

You didn’t think to much about it until you sat the pencil back down and Colton texted you wishing you a merry Christmas.

It didn’t matter how hard you tried, how far you distanced yourself, or how much your boyfriend loved you.

You would always love Kirby Dach and no amount of time or distance would ever change that.

-

The winter turned into spring quickly, your weeks were filled with finals, long studying sessions, it had felt like you had practically moved into the library, and your diet consisted of coffee and bagels.

You felt awful that you hadn’t gotten to see much of Colton now that his season had ended but he understood.

He came and spend the first week of April with you before he headed to the beach house with some buddies.

You texted and called him as much as you could but school was truly taking up much of your time.

You had a week and a half left before you graduated and after that you would spend the summer at the beach house with friends and family.

And after that? Well you weren’t sure. Colton hadn’t really said anything about you moving into his place in Chicago and every time you brought it up he changed the subject. A few friends were getting a place in New York and had offered for you to join them.

And then there was the job offer in Montreal that was very nice but it was Montreal and a certain someone had you hesitant on taking the offer, thankfully though they had given you until mid August to let them know.

You had a lot to juggle and many options you just wished Colton would make up his mind.

-

Your family threw you a graduation party everyone you loved was there, Hillary hadn’t made a beautiful cake, got you the most beautiful set of pearls.

Your parents had given you a check that would help you through your first year of independency and you couldn’t be more grateful.

It was a beautiful day at your family’s house and though everyone present made sure to show you nothing but love and adoration there was just something, or rather someone missing.

It was late in the evening when the text rolled through, you were brushing your teeth, your phone on the counter next to you, Colton comfortable in your bed just a few feet away.

Just wanted to say congratulations, sorry i couldn’t be there. Cant move much, still nursing my knee.

Shit that’s right, Kirby’s team had made it into the playoffs this year but Kirby was knocked out early from an injury-tearning his other Acl.

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, not while Colton was in the other room, you still hadn’t told him about Christmas.

No you technically hadn’t done anything wrong but you felt like you had.

“Baby you almost done? I wanna talk to you.” Colton called out.

“Be right there.” You shot back rinsing your mouth out you shut the lights out, gathering your phone you made your way into your side of the bed.

You smiled as you climbed into the comfortable bed, snuggling close into Colton’s side.

“What’s up?” You question.

“I’ve been thinking lately and I think you should move in with me after this summer” he smiled softly.

“Wait really?” You shot up a smile of your own spreading over your face.

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find a position in the city and it’s been hell not being around you all this time.” He continued pulling you into his lap.

You couldn’t contain yourself when you pulled him into a kiss, “I’d love to love in with you C.”

“Good, I can’t wait to have my girl with me in a city I love.”

-

The following weekend you headed down to the beach house alone, Colton had to do some media in Atlanta with tnt, something about young and upcoming talent in the Nhl.

You unlocked the door with Colton’s key he gave you, pushing open the light blue door you moved inside, pulling your phone out you sent a text to everyone letting them know you’d arrived at the house.

You were still staring at your phone as you made your way towards the living room, well you were until you crashed into something solid.

“Ow!”

“Shit!” A deep voice grunted.

You dropped your phone, a look of shock and surprise overtaking your features at the sight of Kirby, in front of you.

“Kirby! What the hell?!”

“Don’t what the hell me, I didn’t even know you were coming here. What are you doing here?” He shot back.

“Vacationing? Like I do every year.” You crossed your arms, “what are you doing here? Aren’t you hurt?”

He nodded at your words, “yeah but I got cleared from the doctor to do the rest of my rehab down here. The pool is perfect and my dad put the equipment I need in the garage. I got off my crutches two weeks ago.”He explained.

You sighed at his words, great a week alone with Kirby until Colton got here.

“Where Colton? Isn’t he coming?” Kirby questioned.

“Yeah he’s doing some tnt segment with Connor and Frank, said they were doing some up and coming young stars thing.” You told him.

“Oh, well I’m gonna go sit down. There’s chicken and veggies in the fridge.” He nodded towards the sleek white machine before moving towards the living room.

You got a flashback to Christmas when he laid you down there, covered you with a blanket and brought you ice allowing you to relax while he braced the cold and salted the driveway and stairs.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes traced his body, his muscles pushed against the dry fit practice shirt he wore, his athletic shorts tight against his thighs not leaving much to the imagination.

God bless you for the week that was about to come.

-

The first two days went fine, a little awkward but you two did your best to avoid each other.

Kirby was started to walk more without his brace, he was always hobbling around the house or in the pool.

Your chest ached at the little winces and groans he’d let out if the pain got to him but he was following doctors orders and doing as they said.

You were making lunch when he entered the kitchen, you looked up at the sound of him panting and it was the biggest mistake you’d ever made.

Because standing in front of you was a shirtless, sweaty, and chest heaving Kirby. His red had was backwards on his head, beads of sweat rolling down his toned chest as he chugged a bottle of water.

“You okay?” You got out after a second, hoping he hadn’t caught you staring.

“Yep, just thirsty.”

And with that he was hobbling back outside towards the garage to continue his training as if nothing had happened.

As if he hadn’t unknowingly lit a fire inside of you, as if your thighs hadn’t unconsciously rubbed themselves together.

You weren’t sure if you were gonna last the next few days until Colton arrived.

-

You were relieved and excited when Colton finally got to the house, greeting him at his car with a tight hug and sweet kiss.

“Hi gorgeous.” He smiled against your lips.

“Hi.” You grinned pecking his lips one more time before pulling away.

“How’s your week been?” He asked.

“Good, hanging out on the beach a lot. The water has been so nice.” It wasn’t a total lie but how were you going to tell your boyfriend that his brother, your ex had been the reason you spent hours a day on the beach.

“That’s nice baby, Kirby hasn’t bothered you has he?” He raised a concerned brow.

“No, he’s been super nice. Busy with training and rehabbing his knee so I haven’t seen much of him.” You reassured him.

Colton was happy to hear it, he had worried that Kirby would try to steal you back or find a way to slither back into your heart.

The man in question of course managed to appear moments later carefully walking down the stairs of the front porch, a smile on his face as his eyes caught his baby brother.

“What’s up bud.” He spoke as he reached the two of you.

Colton pulled away from you reaching out to hug his brother, their embrace was short, a little awkward. It was easy to tell they didn’t do it often.

“I’m heading to the grocery store, you guys need anything?” Kirby questioned as he pulled back.

“Just some sweet tea if you could.” You smiled politely.

“Sure.” He nodded and turned to walk to his car.

You barely seen Kirby from that day on, anytime you and Colton found yourselves home for the day kirby was out or on the beach.

He made sure to eat dinner earlier than both of you, locking himself away in his room afterwards, you’d catch glimpses of him coming and going from the garage but it wasn’t often.

Tonight for instance Colton had planned a dinner on the beach for you two but before he could even cook the meat he’d pulled out, two plates were made in the fridge with your names on them.

“Well that makes life a little easier I guess.” Colton shrugged before heating up the meals and packing them in containers.

You two traveled down to the beach, a bag of food and wine on one of his shoulders while you carried a blanket to put down on the sand.

You two dug into the food the second everything was set up, Colton shared his stories of his week in Atlanta, giving you the ins to the behind the scenes of how everything works on national tv.

The sun continued to set as you two went on and on, it felt so good to be back with him after not seeing him for a while.

“Hey so I have a question.” He spoke up.

“Yeah?” You asked pulling away from his side.

“I know we’re young and I know our families may have something to say about all of this but I know I’ll never want another girl like I want you.” He started moving back and positioning himself on one knee.

You gasped at his movements, a hand coming to cover your mouth as he reached into the bag he’d brought.

“Y/n I’ve loved you my entire life, for years you were the only girl I wanted to speak to, I spent my winters waiting for the day I got to see you again, and these past few years with you have been nothing but perfect. Will you make me the happiest man and marry me baby?” He confessed, a blush taking over his freckled cheeks.

Your eyes watched as he opened the ring box, a princess cut diamond on a silver band, it was undeniably beautiful but it wasn’t you.

But you told yourself that didn’t matter, it’s the thought that counts.

“Of course I will” you sob tackling him into a hug .

His strong arms wrapped around you laughing as you two rolled in the sand, he pulled back just enough to kiss you.

It was softer than any he’d ever given you before, his hands warm on your cheeks and when he finally pulled away he grabbed your left hand, sliding the delicate ring on your finger.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

“Not as much as I love you.”

-

Two weeks later you had your families gathered for dinner at a beautiful restaurant in town, you’d came here a few times when you were kids but not often.

You sat next to Colton across from your mom and brother, at one end of the table sat Hillary and the other sat Kirby.

“I just want to say how proud of you kids I am.” Your mother smiled. “You’re all growing up and adulting and I couldn’t be happier to have watched all of you grow into the beautiful souls that you are.”

You thanked her with a smile, kirby raising his glass in a toast towards her, your brother doing the same.

“I can’t wait to see what all of you have coming in the future.” Hillary spoke, her round eyes soft as she gave each of you a nod.

That’s when Colton coughed gaining everyone’s attention, “Actually speaking of the future, me and Y/n have an announcement.”

Your eyes ran along the table trying to make out the emotions of everyone. Your mothers and Mason were looking at the two of you with smiles but Kirby has his eyes locked on the glass in front of him, fingers tearing off little pieces of his napkin.

“We’re getting married!” He announced holding your hand up in the air.

It felt like time stopped, your mothers fork dropped against her plate, a choking noise came from your brother as he coughed up his sip of water, Hillary’s eyes were wide, and Kirby looked like he’d just been shot.

Nobody spoke for a minute it was tense in seconds.

“I’m sorry you’re what?!” Your brother spat.

“We’re getting married.” You repeated.

“When?! Do you even have a ring?” Your mothers exclaimed.

“Yes I have a ring” you groaned reaching into your bag for the silver band, sliding it onto your finger showing it to everyone at the table.

“Oh god.” Your brother groaned fingers pinching his temple.

“How did you even afford that Colton?!!” His mother cried out.

“With my signing bonus! She deserved something nice.”

That made both your mother and Hillary groan out loud, their heads shaking in disbelief and shock.

Kirby still hadn’t spoke, his eyes locked on his lap but you could tell his leg was bouncing.

“I told you to be cautions and save your money Colton, I understand that you got a bonus but money is something you need to be careful with.” Hillary explained trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.

Colton scoffed at his mother’s words, “Your getting on me about buying my fiancé a nice ring but Kirby has a $200,000 car that he bought with his signing bonus.”

And finally Kirby laughed but not out of amusement, no this was in pure disgust and disbelief.

“You’re comparing a ring to my car? My car was a fucking investment Colton. Not a ring, a ring that’s not even the same color of fucking jewelry she wears.” He spat finger pointing from your engagement ring towards your bracelets and necklace.

It was your turn to scoff, “silver or gold doesn’t matter to me Kirby, it’s the thought that counts.”

He shook his head at your words deciding to drown his own out by taking a nice sip of his wine downing the glass in own go.

This wasn’t going how you expected it to, your mother hadn’t even looked at you in the eye since Colton made the announcement, your brother was laughing off and on like a maniac and Hillary looked truly pissed.

“I’m going to agree with Kirby here Colton. You have a very expensive apartment to pay for, a car of your own, suits, travel, and now a wedding. Do you two even know how much a damn wedding could cost!?” Hillary cried out in anger.

“Exactly that! When do you two even plan on getting married for Christ’s sake.” Your mother questioned.

You shrugged at her words, “I don’t know next year maybe? And I’ll be moving in with him in the fall so we’ll both be splitting the rent and stuff, it can’t be that expensive with two people.”

Kirby laughed again.

“What’s so funny Kirby?” Colton asked his older brother.

The older boy didn’t reply just shook his head eyes looking out the large windows.

Your server saved the day when she came to ask if anyone needed refills, Hillary shut her down and said the bill would be needed.

Everyone fled after that, Kirby was the first one out the building climbing into his controversial G-Wagon.

Your mother didn’t even bid you a goodbye as she climbed into her own car with Hillary, your brother lingered for a moment giving you two a smile of pity as he walked to get into the backseat.

“I can’t believe they acted like that.” Colton scoffed.

You nodded in agreement telling him they probably needed a little time to truly digest everything but deep down you knew your mother never would, Kirby absolutely never would.

And for some odd reason the fact that Kirby wasn’t happy for you hurt you more than the idea of your own mother not being happy for you.

-

The next few days sped by, Colton was off again to join a friend for his birthday trip. It was bros only so you had to once again stay back at the beach house with Kirby.

Your mother had gone to stay in an air bnb in town with Hillary but your brother had to return home for work.

You were sitting in the kitchen researching photographers to take engagement photos for you and Colton when kirby wondered in.

He didn’t speak a word, never once tossed you a glance over his shoulder.

But you couldn’t help yourself when you called his name right as he was about to step out of the kitchen.

“Kirby?”

He stopped in his tracks you could tell he hesitated to turn around but he did, raising a questioning brow.

“Do you really think this is a bad idea? The engagement?” You asked softly.

Kirby groaned internally, of course he thought this was an awful idea. His brother was crazy, there was no way you guys were ready for marriage and why would he want to have to face the fact that he was losing you forever.

“I-I just think you guys are young and maybe you should live together first for a while first. Let that be your big commitment, not getting married. Yet.” He tried his best.

You took in his words, you understood where he was coming from it was a big step and you loved Colton.

“We are going to wait till next year, we have the date and everything.” You threw out hoping it would help the situation a bit more.

“That’s good.” Kirby nodded and that was all he could allow himself to speak without intentionally hurting your feelings or confessing his love and begging you to marry him instead of his idiot brother.

You sighed as he walked away, this felt awful having nobody in your corner to help or support you but at the end of the day it was what it was.

-

A few weeks later you and Colton were at the country club getting your engagement photos done for your save the dates.

He wore a nice white shirt and khaki pants while you wore a gorgeous white sun dress, your hair was down and natural.

You had taken numerous photos on the beach outside of the country club before finally making your way inside for a few in there.

You’d excused yourself to the bathroom when the photographer had to switch lenses, Colton gave you a small kiss telling you to hurry back.

You were in the stall when you heard two girls walk in, the heavy door slamming beside them.

“Was that Colton Dach taking engagement photos?.” One laughed.

You stopped in your tracks at the girls words, her tone one filled with shock and humor.

“Yep.” Another popped a giggle coming from her as well.

“Didn’t you two fuck in like April when he was down here?” The first girl asked.

Your eyes widened at her words, a pit forming in your lower stomach as sweat gathered on your palms, hands shaking.

“Twice.” The girl confirmed, “don’t get me wrong the first time we were like totally wasted but he had no problem continuing it the next morning.”

Oh my god you felt like you were going to be sick, you had to know who the fuck it was.

Pushing out of the stall you came face to face with Lacy Brown and Emily Jones, two girls you’d done the ball with.

“Oh fuck.” Lacy gasped hands freezing mid air before she could apply more lip gloss.

“Please don’t tell me you two were dating In April..” Emily asked.

But the question was answered for her when tears ran down your cheeks and you ran out of the bathroom straight for Colton.

He was laughing with the photographer when you returned and it wasn’t easy for him to notice the tear streaks on your face.

“Whoah Y/n baby what’s wrong?” He tried but you ignored his words, pulling him out of the country club and into the parking lot.

“Did you Fuck Lacy Brown when you were here in April?!?”

Colton stepped back at your words, “what?! No, no of course I didn’t.” He scoffed.

“Oh really? So why were her and Emily just talking about how you two hooked up? Huh!” You cried finger pointing at him.

He sighed reaching for you only for you to step out of his reach, “Do not fucking touch me until you answer my question with the truth. Did you fuck her Colton?”

His head dropped, “Yes, but it was only once I swear and it was a mistake baby I swear.”

He wasn’t expecting the slap that met his cheek and it shocked you too but it was well deserved.

“You liar! It wasn’t once you fucked her twice! You two went at it again when you woke up didn’t you?”

“Yes.” He confirmed and hand soothing the slap mark you’d left on his cheek.

You shook your head laughing bitterly, “I can’t believe you.”

He tried to reach for you again only to have you push his hands away.

“Y/n I need you to listen to me okay, it was the biggest mistake of my life, I felt sick after I did it, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror.” He cried out.

You scoffed at his words, “yet the day you came back to me you had sex with me that night, told me how much you missed me and how only I could make you feel that good.”

“And what about me being the only girl you’ll ever want? That was a lie too huh?” You continued.

“No those were never lies Y/n, I swear you’re the only one for me! She was a mistake.”

You couldn’t believe him, how could he? After everything you two have been through, all the years you spent together.

“Where did you do it Colton? Was it at her place? A hotel, a car? The beach? The beach house?.”

You closed your eyes as you awaited his answer hoping it wasn’t the last option.

“My room, at the beach house.” He whispered barely audible.

And that was all you needed to rip the ring from your finger and toss it at him.

“You’re pathetic Colton, if you truly loved me you would never have slept with another woman.”

You watched as he tried to come after you but an older man who has more than likely watching held him back, telling him to give you some time.

You broke down when you made it to your car, sobs wrecking through your body as you reached for your phone that you’d left in the console and dialed your best friend.

She answered on the first ring, her soft voice filling the speakers of your car. Her heart broke on the other line as you told her what had just happened.

“I mean I didn’t think he’d ever do this to me..” you sobbed.

“I’m so so sorry babes, you didn’t deserve this. You should not have to deal with this.” She sighed.

“What if this was why he proposed? Because he felt guilty? I mean we had never talked about marriage before. I’ve never even pictured being married, I’ve thought about marriage once and that was with Kirby when we were together.” You cried not even catching your words until your best friend asked if you if had just said Kirby’s name.

She did her best to console you after you got sent into another spiral of tears, finally getting you calmed down enough to make the short drive back to the house.

Kirby was outside of the house fixing a sprinkler when you pulled up in the driveway, he stopped what he was doing when he saw you exit the vehicle.

He caught sight of the tear stains in your makeup, you moved like you’d just gotten the worse news of your life.

He stood immediately moving to meet you halfway.

“Hey what happened? Why were you crying? Where’s Colton?” He questioned.

He didn’t like the distant laugh you let out you were physically in front of him but your mind was miles away.

“Ask him when he comes home, unless he finds himself in the arms of Lacy brown again.” You spat pushing past the brunette and into the house where you locked yourself away in your room for the rest of the day.

Colton knocked and begged to be let in, he sounded like he was truly crying at one point but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Kirby had knocked once told you he’d made dinner and put a plate in the fridge, if you needed him to he’d bring it to you.

Kirby was pissed at his brother, he didn’t know what he’d done but he knew it was something bad.

He cornered him in the kitchen an hour after he tried getting you out of your room.

“What did you do?”

“None of your business.” Colton spat back.

“Well it is if your fiancé comes home with makeup running down her face, looking like she’d rather be anywhere then here, her eyes were so hazy it was lik she was on a different planet and she fucking drove like that.” Kirby snapped.

Colton pushed at his big brother’s chest, “You hear what you just said? How she’s my fiancé? Yeah she is, and I might have messed up but you’re gonna fuck off and mind your business. This has nothing to do with you, she’s mine, not yours and she never will be again.” The younger man spat.

Kirby scoffed, “This isn’t about my Colton, this has nothing to do with me trying to win her back or whatever you’re telling yourself. This is about her and making sure she’s okay.”

He took a breath before finishing, “if you don’t fix whatever the fuck you did then she won’t be yours either dipshit.”

And with that he walked away before he broke his brothers nose and gave his mother a reason to be upset with him.

-

You came out of your room the next day quietly wondering down to the kitchen in desperate need for food and something to drink.

Kirby was in the kitchen when you wondered in, he was washing dishes at the sink dressed in a white shirt and light jeans.

“Hey.” He spoke softly when he noticed you.

“Hi.” You nodded moving towards the fridge for a bottle of water.

“Dirt bombs are on the table if you’re hungry, they’re fresh.” He told you nodding his head in the direction of the sweets.

Your stomach growled at the sight of them rushing over you didn’t hesitate to remove the lid and grab one, sinking your teeth into the side of the pastry.

As you chewed you realized the taste was different then the bakery you usually got them from, these were sweeter, and so much fluffier.

And that’s when you realized Kirby was washing baking utensils.

“Wait did you bake these?” You laughed with a teasing smile.

“Yeah..why are they bad?” He winced.

You quickly shook your head, “God no they’re delicious.”

He let out a breath of relief, “thank goodness, I was scared.”

He watched as you took another bite the cinnamon lingering on your lips, your tongue darting out to get the grainy sugar off of them.

“I didn’t know that you knew how to bake.” You spoke up.

He shrugged, “I don’t do it often but after a few thanksgivings with the teams and having to bring a dessert or dish you don’t wanna be the grocery store pie guy.”

“True.” You laughed going in for another bite of the delicious sweet in your hand.

You were lost in your own little world when you heard the floor creak, your whole body freezing as your eyes moved up to find Colton standing in the doorway.

His hair was rustled, eyes red, his skin looked pale.

“Y/n can we please talk.” He asked.

“I think you said everything you needed to yesterday.” You dismissed him.

“No I didn’t, you didn’t let me get a word out.” He tried.

You laughed at that, “You admitted that you cheated on me Colton, that’s all I needed to fucking hear. Not to mention you lied about what actually happened twice.”

And that’s when you were reminded that Kirby was also in the kitchen.

“I’m sorry you what?” He asked, his voice was deep and pissed.

“Stay out of this Kibry.” Colton spat towards his brother.

“Listen Colton, I just found out that my boyfriend of almost four years cheated on me a week after he proposed to me on the day of our engagement photos. After we told our families about our future plans, after I started turning down job offers to move to Chicago with you.” You started.

“It’s clear you were never going to tell me about cheating, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s where the engagement came from. We’ve never talked about getting married, we just figured out that we wanted to live together! So excuse me if I want to hear whatever bullshit excuses you’re going to give me about how she meant nothing, how it was an accident. Because it might have been an accident the first time but you woke up sober and chose to fuck her again the next morning. In this house, in the bed I’ve been sleeping in.” You were crying now.

You felt disgusting knowing you were sleeping next to him a few weeks after he gave his body to someone else, sleeping contently in the bed he shared with another woman.

“So what? We’re just done now? That’s it?.” He asked.

“Yeah but this relationship was over the second you decided to take Lacy home, so do not put this on me.”

You stood from your chair pushing it in and leaving the kitchen through the opposite doorway right up the stairs and back into your room.

Kirby found you a few hours later, your suitcase laid out on your bed clothes packed to the brim.

“You’re really leaving?” He asked sitting next to you on the edge of your bed.

You nodded, “I can’t stay here Kirby. I love him but I need space, I need to get far away from before I do something i regret.”

“You know he’s going to follow you home too right? He’s not gonna give up till you take him back.” Kirby spoke.

“I know I’m hoping me never answering the door or his calls keeps him away.”

An idea struck Kirby, it was a little crazy but he thought it might help.

“You got a job offer in Montreal right?”

“Yeah..Kirby I don’t think we should-“

“-This isn’t about us, just stay here.” He cut you off moving back out of the door and down to hall towards his room.

He tried to pretend your words didn’t hurt but they did, though he had to remind himself that you were hurting yourself.

When he returned he extended a little gold key to you.

“What’s this?”

“My apartment key.” He spoke simply.

“Okay.. and why are you giving it to me.?”

He laughed at your expression, “Go to Montreal, stay at mine while you do your interviews and all that jazz. I won’t be back until the very end of august it’s mid July. Do you think that’s enough time.”

You were shocked at his offer, stay at his apartment?

“I’m not even sure if that’s the job I want I can work anywhere with this job.”

Kirby shrugged again, “yeah but this gives you a chance to start over, maybe it’ll work out maybe it won’t. But whatever you do I want it to be for you, a decision that’s going to make you happy and successful. You’ve always worried about everyone else, it’s time to worry about Y/n.”

You felt like you could cry, throwing your arms around his shoulder you hugged him tight.

“Thank you.” You spoke into his shoulder.

Pulling back you looked up at him, his eyes were so soft and comforting. You could stare into them all day long with no complaints but you couldn’t do that right now.

Right now you had to get as far from this damn house and Colton as you possibly could.

“Of course, I’ll text you the info.”

-

Your car was packed up an hour later your family aware of where you were going and what happened, your brother thought you were crazy but your mom was relieved that you were picking yourself.

It was weird being in Kirby’s apartment it, it was so him, dark colors and warm scents filled the luxurious apartment.

He had pictures of him and his teammates up in a few places, other tables and walls had pictures of his family, even ones of you and your brothers as kids tucked into a shelf.

He told you to take the guest room and that you did, it was a cute room with a nice closet and way to comfortable bed.

But as you sat down and took a deep breath for the first time in the past two days you felt at peace, your heart still hurt but you were so grateful for Kirby.

No matter your age and even after everything you two had been through he was always there to save the day and make it better.

-

By the time Kirby returned to Montreal you had started your new job, had gotten yourself a small apartment close to the office and started your new little life.

Colton still called and texted occasionally but he got the hint when your brother told him to fuck off and leave you alone.

You were doing better, you didn’t feel as sad anymore when you thought of him or about what happened.

Today you were stopping by Kirby’s after work to rerun his spare key and you wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous because you were.

You knocked on the heavy door and it wasn’t long before he pulled it open a polite smile on his face as he opened the door wider for you to come in.

He asked about how you’d been, offered you some of the dinner he’d been cooking and that’s how you found yourself sitting next to him at his table.

“Can I ask how you’re doing with everything?” He asked cautiously.

You nodded, “I’m doing a lot better, I think I’ve accepted what happened and that it wasn’t my fault that he slept with her. I’m finally feeling free again.”

“It was never you or your fault, I need you to know that okay? My brother’s a piece of shit that didn’t know how good of a woman he had.” Kirby reassured you.

“He didn’t deserve you Y/n, he never did. I mean fuck you’ve been wearing gold jewelry your entire life and he bought a silver ring. He didn’t even know what ice cream you wanted when we went out to get some that one night, he couldn’t even remember your Taco Bell order when you asked him to grab it on the way home. I put it in.” He ranted.

The smile that spread on your face was instant and undeniable, “You knew all that stuff huh?”

“Of course I do, you remember the person you love favorite things, he unfortunately can’t remember shit.”

He didn’t even realize he said the word until you were silent for a second, staring at him like he’d just told you one of the biggest secrets in the entire world.

“What? Everything-oh shit. Shit, Y/n I’m so so-“

“-do you mean it? You still love me?” You ask tears clouding your vision.

He nodded, “yeah don’t think I ever stopped. It killed me that night at dinner when he said you two were engaged. I almost begged you to call it off a few times, begged you to pick me.”

“Why didn’t you?”

The question threw him off but he recovered, “ because you were happy, and I’d broken your heart and I didn’t think I ever deserved it again, still don’t think that I do.”

You’re not sure what made you do it but you were moving towards him with rushed movements and pulling him in for a kiss.

He didn’t kiss back at first, processing the fact that your lips were on his, that this wasn’t some fever dream.

“I don’t think I ever stopped either, that Christmas we spent together brought every feeling I’ve ever had for you back to the surface and I couldn’t push it back down after that.” You admitted.

“You swear?” He asked his own blue eyes watering at the thought of having you as his again.

“I promise.”

He stood to his feet slowly pulling you into his arms his soft lips placing kisses to your head as the two of you stood like that for a while.

“I would love to try this again but we have to go slow, my hearts still healing.” You spoke softly.

“Me too, and slow is perfect for me.”

In some screwed up world you always knew that this would be the way things would end, you in Kirby’s arms while you confessed your love for one another.

You just didn’t know all the obstacles that came in between would have happened but you couldn’t have been more grateful for the lessons you’d learned along the way.

Because in the end you got him, the true boy of your dream.

-

Things were different after that day on the beach with you and Kirby, you’d spent the rest of the day wrapped up together. You’d told your families at dinner that night.

Your moms were ecstatic, Hillary swearing she always knew the two of you would end up together. Mason was happy for the two of you, teased kirby with the classic “hurt her and I’ll kill you.”

But Colton was distant, he was cold, he gave you two a bland congratulations said he was happy for you two and disappear upstairs for the rest of the evening.

Hillary told you not to worry about him, he just needed time to process everything, this was new and he wasn’t used to you officially being another mans partner.

Which was true, but you three had always spent your summers together, the boys were always “sharing you”, fighting over who got to use your other piece of chalk, who got to be your ride partner at theme parks.

But this was different and you hated that you felt guilty for finally allowing yourself to admit your feelings for Kirby.

Kirby reassured you that everything would be okay, agreed with his mom that Colton probably just needed time.

You nodded, masking your worry and did your best to enjoy the start of a new chapter in your life.

-

The next few months moved quietly and way too quick. Kirby had returned to Canada and was swallowed by school, hockey, training for the draft, media appearances.

But he never failed to make sure that he made time for you, he always called before or after practice, anytime he had a long car ride you two were talking the entire way, and every night you managed to fall asleep on the phone together.

That thanksgiving your family went to the Dach home for dinner, their parents were still in the beginning stages of the divorce so things were tense when Dale insisted coming for dinner.

Hillary welcomed you all in with wide arms, the smile on her face never once faulting when one of you were around.

Behind her was Colton, he was quick to hug your mom and brother but you noticed the evident hesitation to hug you.

Nonetheless he pulled you in for a small hug throwing on a fake smile and saying it was good to see you. It hurt for a second how dismissive he was of you, how he could almost care less.

But that feeling didn’t last for long because you were soon being scooped into the arms of Kirby, he held you close, his head tucked into your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Missed you so much.” He groaned into your neck.

“You have no idea”. You laughed pulling back to get a good look at his face.

He’d grown a bit over the fall, his jaw was stronger than before, his body more lean and buff, he had even grown some facial hair.

But what got you the most was how tired his eyes are, the dark circles present against his pale skin, his tan from summer long gone.

“You okay?” You asked softly.

He smiled in return, a look of endearment filling his face. “Always okay when I’m with you.”

You pushed up on your toes to kiss his cheek, trying to keep it Pg with the family around. Especially Colton.

Dinner moved along quickly, Dale made things a little awkward as he questioned Kirby solely on hockey and asked about offers and teams that had reached out to him.

Hillary the saint she is turned her attention towards you, asked how your senior year was going and if you were excited for everything coming up.

“What about prom! Oh I can’t wait to see you two all dolled up.” She beamed thinking about you and Kirby.

“Wait you’re going to prom? But that’s right at the beginning of playoffs.” Dale spoke up.

Kirby shifted uncomfortably next to you, “It’s two weeks before playoffs start and if we make it in it’s during an off weekend.”

His father shook his head in response, everyone could sense the sudden shift in the air.

“No kirby, you’re not going to some stupid dance. You’re going to stay here and get yourself prepped for playoffs.”

“Dad-“ kirby tried but was quickly cut off once again by his father.

“No Kirby. I’m not hearing anymore of it.”

And with that Dale pushed back from the table and made his way towards the kitchen, you could hear the cupboard above the fridge open and you knew he was getting a drink.

The rest of the dinner was much more tense, nobody really had an appetite anymore and you felt awful that all of Hillary’s hard work went to waste.

You were standing in the kitchen when you caught Kirby pulling Colton out of the room, your brother raised a brow at you but you just shrugged in response.

Kirby was gentle with his brother as he lead him to the lounge, he’s asked Colton if they could talk and while his little brother was hesitant he agreed.

Kirby sat on the couch nodding for his brother to sit next to him. He could feel his hands shaking, palms growing wet in sweat due to the anxiety growing in his chest.

“I uh, I want to talk to you about something.” Kirby started.

“Go ahead.” Colton nodded.

“I want to tell Y/n that I love her..but before I do I wanted to talk to you about it. She’s hurting right now because she thinks you hate her for choosing to follow her heart.” Kirby spoke softly, eyes watching his brother closely.

Colton scoffed at his brother, “She lied to me Kirby, I asked her if she had a thing for you and she said no just to turn around and be your girlfriend a month later.”

“It was wrong of her to do that but all I’m asking is to for you to talk to her, explain you don’t hate her you’re just hurt.” Kirby tried.

Colton stood from his spot, pacing back and forth in the small room, taking in his brothers words.

“Are you serious about her? Like you really love her?”

“Yes Colton, I do. It hurts to not be able to see her everyday, not be able to tell her how much I love and appreciate her.” Kirby sighed his chest felt heavy, like he was carrying a weight he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

“Fine.” Colton sighed but he didn’t spare his brother another word or glance as he stomped out of the room and upstairs to his room.

Nobody saw Colton again that night, he locked himself in his room but a few hours after you left the house and found yourself back at the hotel your phone pinged with a notification from him.

Colton

Hey, plz don’t think I’m mad at u or hate u. Just been a lot to process with u and kirbs getting together.

You smiled at the message, a relief lifting off your chest at his admission.

You were quick to text Kirby about it, saying you couldn’t believe Colton actually spoke to you about this.

Kirby

That’s good baby, I’m glad he’s finally coming around :)

You couldn’t help but feel like your boyfriend had a play in his brother reaching out to you but you wouldn’t be able to prove it.

For now you were just grateful that Colton had even reached out and that things were finally going well in your chaotic life.

-

Christmas was there before you knew it, snow on the ground, houses dressed in bright lights, peoples trees glowing in their living room windows.

And usually you’d be spending your time at home, curled up on the couch with your mother watching holiday classics.

However this year you were cuddled up with Kirby in front of the fire at the beach house, the trip was last minute. He’d called you that morning begging you to join him, just the two of you.

And you did, packed a bag with enough clothes for a weekend and three hours later his car was pulling up to your house which was thankfully along the route to the beach house.

Now you were tucked into his side, a random Christmas movie playing on your laptop, hot coco sitting in your chilly hands.

You were doing your best to pay attention to the movie, you truly were but the way his large hands ran up and down your side had your mind everywhere but the movie.

You couldn’t help when your eyes drifted up to his face, eyes admiring him as he was concentrated on what was happening on the screen.

“Staring is rude you know.” He chucked turning to face you

“It’s not staring, I’m admiring.” You sassed.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, you’re very pretty.” You smiled up at him, knowing he hated being called that.

“You’re so lucky that you’re you.” He chuckled.

“Yeah? Why’s that.” You pushed raising a brow at the brunette.

His fingers reacher for your chin, tipping your head up to look at his eyes.

“Because if anyone else called me pretty I’d tell them to fuck off and never say that again.” He explained.

You chuckled at his words, “yeah cause you have a heart of ice.”

You didn’t miss how his eyes softened from your words, “maybe for everyone else but not you, never you.”

You weren’t sure who leaned forward first but soon your lips were against his, this kiss was different from any you’d shared before.

This was heavy, intense, his hands held you close by the back of your neck but it didn’t phase you. Because he’d never kissed you like this before, like if he pulled away you were going to slip through his fingers.

You didn’t dare to pull away, moving to straddle his lap your fingers ran through his soft hair tugging a little at the roots when he nipped your bottom lip.

He groaned into your mouth, pulling back just enough to gaze up at you-his eyes clouded with lust and love.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?.” He spoke quietly.”

“Ive never been more sure.” You nodded finger stroking his cheek gently.

That night Kirby made love to you, it wasn’t just sex, no it was far beyond that.

He laid you in front of the fire, taught you things about your body that you never knew it could even do, kissed down your body like you were a delicate temple, his hands held you close to him.

He was beautiful like this, vulnerable for the first time in a long time, blue eyes hazy and safe, he allowed himself to fully let loose for the first time in a long time.

And even after it was said and done, both of you cleaned up and clothed he still held you close, kissed your head and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how good you did, how proud of you he was, how much he loved you.

And you knew in that moment that you’d never trade this moment for anything, and that you were glad it was Kirby, it would always be kirby.

Nobody else could ever mount up to what Kirby was for you and to you.

-

Something shifted between the months of December and April, the calls weren’t as long, the texts sat on delivered longer than you’d like but the draft was edging closer and closer, the divorce had been finalized so you were doing your best to cut Kirby some slack.

But it was getting hard, you missed him, missed his voice and getting to talk to him, you tried telling yourself that prom was around the corner and he’d be there soon.

He showed up the day off, dressed in a crisp suit his corsage matched perfectly to the color of your dress. His hair was slicked back nice and neat, face freshly shaved and god did he smell good.

And with as upset as you were with him it all seemed to slip away when his eyes met yours, your heart ached as how dark his circles were, his skin was paler than it should be.

It showed you that it didn’t matter how hard things were for him, how stressed he was right now, he would still always show up for you.

“Hi” he smiled as he stepped through the door.

You felt the saliva build in your chest, eyes burning slightly with the sting of guilt for being upset at him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Hi.” You whispered back head tucked into his neck.

“Missed you.” You breathed softly against his skin.

His hand that was running along your back stopped, he used it to push you closer to his chest, both arms wrapping around you completely.

His lips pressed against your temple, “Missed you so much more.”

When you pulled back he tried to be quick and wipe away the small tear that had ran down his cheek but you noticed it and it shattered your heart in two.

“Kirby you’re here!” Your mom cheered from behind you two.

And just like that his guard was up, a bright fake smile shining on his face as he embraced your mom in a tight hug.

After many, many, pictures you finally found yourself at prom, chatting and smiling with friends, introducing them all the Kirby.

He did his best to keep his smile on, shake hands and be polite but he couldn’t hide how he was feeling forever. He was struggling with everything, the pressure of performing, of being what his dad always expected him to be, make his mom happy, be a good brother, a good boyfriend.

It was an hour until the end of prom when you noticed Kirby missing, asking around if any of your friends had saw him or at least where he had gone.

One girl mention she saw him head towards the doors down the hall, and that’s where you found him.

Outside in the quiet of the night, back against the brick of the building, his shirt was unbuttoned, Bow tie dangling around his neck.

“Kirby?” You asked softly.

He jumped at the sound of his name, and when he turned to look at you the sight in front of you broke your heart.

His eyes were red, tear streaks running down his red cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned moving towards him.

He shook his head, turning to face away from you again.

“Kirby, baby what’s wrong.” You tried again moving to stand in front of him this time.

“I’m an awful boyfriend.”

Your heart sank to your stomach at those words, what the hell did he mean.

“What?..no you’re not. Kirby what’s going on?”

He shook his head, eyes anywhere but on yours as he spoke.

“I-you asked for one night, you’re always there for my big nights and just this one night I can’t put my shit to the side and just be there for you.”

You hated how your hands began to shake, this wasn’t how you pictured tonight going, you didn’t think it would end with your boyfriend falling apart in front of you.

“Hey, you’re not a a bad boyfriend Kirby. You have your own issues right now and i shouldn’t have expected you to be able to play normal for me tonight.” You shook your head hands reaching for his shaking ones.

“Yeah but if I can’t pull myself together for you tonight how am i supposed to do it all the time? I can’t be who you need me to be.”

It felt like the world was crumbling Around you, everything had stopped, there was a buzz in your ears, you felt like you could throw up right there, all off his polished dress shoes.

“What are you saying Kirby?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

He looked down at you through teary eyes, his large hands cupping your face as he spoke the words you’ve never wanted to hear come from his mouth.

“I’m say-I’m saying that I can’t be there for you in the ways you deserve. I can’t be the man you deserve right now Y/n. I’m so fucked up right now and I’m barely getting by on my own I don’t want to drag you down with me.” He explained, voice surprisingly steady but you could hear the pain laced in his tone.

“So, that’s it? We’re just done? This is over.” You cried.

“I love you baby, but I can’t keep giving you the parts of me I don’t even have right now..so yes. This is over.”

You both stood there eyes locked, hands shaking, chests heaving, both of your worlds falling apart in the worst possible ways.

“Okay then..uh, see you this summer I guess.” You replied stepping back decently giving him one last soft look before you were turning around and heading back into the school.

Kirby watched you walk away, in that gorgeous dress while unknowingly holding his bleeding heart in your hands.

-

Colton texted on a rainy April morning, it was a week after the breakup and you weren’t doing well.

Colton

Hey my mom told me about the break up, I’m sorry to hear that Y/n. Let me know if you need anything.

Another buzz followed quickly behind.

Colton

Don’t think this changed anything between us, you’ve been around my entire life you’re not going anywhere.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to reply, you felt awful but you just couldn’t, the breakup was the last thing you wanted to talk about right now.

But one thing about Colton is he doesn’t give up when he knows someone needs something so after twenty minutes of his messages sitting on delivered he called you.

You huffed out an annoyed breath but still answered, reassuring the boy that you were okay just tired. He immediately asked about the break up, what happened, what led to it.

You shut down each questing hoping he’d realize you didn’t want to talk about it, and thankfully he did.

He allowed you to change the topic and before you knew it you two had spent two hours on the phone, catching up about life and all the things you’d missed in each others lives.

It was nice, comforting, a distraction from all the chaos going on in your head between college decisions, dance, the break up.

You two only hung up when your mother called you down for dinner and for the first time in a few days you had a genuine smile on your face.

-

By the time summer had rolled around you and Colton were talking everyday, whether it was calls or texts he was always checking in and vise versa.

Everyone was traveling to Vancouver for the draft and when your mother asked who you would rather ride with and you found out Colton was a choice you chose him.

However you didn’t know that Kirby would be in the same car until it was too late.

It was awkward at first, you’d barely seen much of each other since you’d arrived at his families home yesterday so being this close wasn’t great.

He sat in the backseat allowing you the front while Colton drove you three through the twisty roads of Canada.

“So where are you thinking for College Y/n?” Colton spoke up, doing his best to break the tense silence.

“It’s between University of Michigan, north Eastern, Boston College, or University of Minnesota.” You spoke.

“They all have dance?” Kirby piped up from the backseat before he could catch himself.

You were surprised by the question, “Yeah but Minnesota and Michigans are the biggest out of the four, the other two have amazing programs for my major though.” You explained.

Both boys nodded along to your words, Colton said they were all good choices but Kirby never spoke up again.

You’d never been so relieved to make it to a hotel before, you were out of the front seat and heading for the trunk before either boy even had their seatbelts off all the way.

Colton caught up to you staying close to your side as Kirby lingered behind, you hated how bad you wanted to peak over your shoulder and look at him.

-

The draft was two days later Kirby has been everywhere and nowhere at the same time constantly running around with some team, doing media for one sports broadcaster before having a podcast interview with some other retired players.

You spent your time with Colton and your brother Mostly, your mom and Hillary were both almost as busy as Kirby with making sure everything was perfect for today.

You were dressed sitting on a couch next to Colton, his arm was slung behind you but you didn’t mind, it was nice, grounding, comfortable.

But Kirby minded and it took everything in him to not march over there and make his brother move his arm.

But he had to remind himself you weren’t his girl anymore, he shouldn’t, couldn’t, feel that way about you anymore.

Thankfully it was photo time, everyone got up and gathered for a big group photo that someone from the Nhl team had come in to take.

After that you all made your way to the arena, got settled in your seats and waited for the draft to begin.

You were sat next to Colton, your mom and Mason to your left pushed to the middle of the row.

“Can’t believe this is me next year.” Colton smiled.

“I know it’s going to be so crazy.” You smiled at him.

Your didn’t intend too but as he spoke your eyes drifted down the row, towards Kirby, he looked devilish in his fitted suit, his hair freshly cut.

Yet you recognized the nervous bounce of his leg, soon it would be his hands, then he’d pick at the skin around his nails or bite his fingers.

You knew the damn boy better than you knew yourself.

As if he could sense your eyes on him he looked your way, your eyes locking he sent you a small nod of acknowledgment a tight smile on his face.

You did your best to act okay giving him a thumbs up with your own tight smile.

Colton kept going, telling you all about hockey and how things had been going for him. Some funny story about a kid named Zed on his team how he got caught sleeping with the coaches daughter.

Before you knew it the draft had begun, Jack Hughes going first overall just like everyone had expected. The second pick went a blonde kid to New York and finally the hawks were up on the clock.

From what you remember they’d taken some interest in Kirby a few months ago, you saw the messages, had been around for a few of their calls.

And finally the moment was here, “With the third pick in the 2019 draft we are proud to select from the Saskatoon Blades. Kirby Dach.”

You could hear Hillary sob out of excitement her arms around her son before he was even fully on his feet.

Kirby made his was down your row hugging his family and though he hesitated when he reached you he still pulled you in for a quick hug before moving to your mom and brother.

-

Later that night after a few drink of celebration you found yourself on the balcony of the hotel room, the cool air blowing around you as you took in the gorgeous view of the city, needing a small break from the loudness of the party going on inside.

You heard the door slide open behind you a warm body moving to stand next to you, looking over you found Colton.

His blue eyes were looking over the skyline as well, “how you feeling?” He asked.

The question threw you off, he had been asking you everyday how you were doing.

“I’m good, told you that yesterday, and the day before, and three days before that when we spoke.” You laughed.

Colton had been a shoulder for you to lean on during the aftermath of the breakup, of course your best friends checked in but Colton texted or called you everyday.

And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t growing fond of his company, the smile that took over your face when his name lit up your screen was undeniable.

“I mean with the break up, like are you over it or does it still hurt?” He asked.

“Oh uh, I mean i think it’ll always hurt y’know? He was my first love but it doesn’t bother me as much anymore. It didn’t hurt to be around him this weekend.” You explained fingers spinning the ring you had on around your finger.

Colton nodded along, he hated how he was feeling inside. He wanted you, and he hated to take advantage of your feelings but he’d be lying if he said you hadn’t been on his mind everyday all day.

“I have to be honest Y/n, I like you. I have but Kirby got to you first and it sucked. That’s why I was acting like that in the beginning but now that he’s out of the picture I would love the chance.” He spoke up for himself.

You felt like the world froze, you weren’t expecting that at all. And the worst part is that you understood him, he’d been on your mind a lot too, and you couldn’t deny that there hasn’t always been some sort of something there.

“Colton if we do this..we need to take it slow. I know me and Kirby ended things but I can’t stand by just pushing this in his face right away.” You told him, eyes on his as you turned to face him.

Kirby may have broke your heart but you knew that if he had a new girlfriend, especially someone you were related to then you’d be dying inside.

“Yeah I get it, I don’t want to hurt him either.” Colton nodded unable to conceal his bright smile, butterflies fluttering around in both of your stomachs.

You weren’t expecting it when he pulled you into him, not having a spare second to think before he was pulling you in for a heated kiss.

It was messy, hands roaming, teeth clashing, it wasn’t anything like how kirby kissed you. Even when he had you in bed, sprawled out beneath him.

The sound of glass shattering pulled you two out of it, turning around your bliss was quickly shattered by the sight of Kirby standing by the doors.

His hand still in the shape it was when it had the glass in it, his jaw slack, a look of pure pain and betrayal written on his face.

“Shit.” You whispered.

Colton turned at that, his own face dropping at the sight of his brother.

But before either of you could move kirby was turning and back into the part room. You rushed in but there were to many people to find him.

You tired asking other players you knew he was friends with but nobody knew.

You returned to your hotel room that night feeling thousands of emotions at once, you were happy that things were moving forward with Colton but your heart ached for Kirby.

Your mother asked if you were okay, you nodded made your way to the bathroom, cried in the shower that night before returning to bed where you hardly got a drop of sleep.

-

The next morning you moved slow, everyone besides Hillary was driving back to the Dach Household.

You found Colton waiting at the car in the garage his bag slung over his shoulder waiting with the trunk open for you and Kirby.

“Morning gorgeous.” He smiled placing a kiss to your lips.

You hummed against his lips bidding him a good morning of your own throwing your bag into the trunk you couldn’t help yourself when you asked.

“Have you seen or heard from Kirby?” You asked

Colton sighed shaking his head, “Think he slept on the pullout in our mom’s room last night. All of his stuff was gone when I got back to the room.”

Colton noticed the visible distress on your face, you looked pale, like you had a million things running through your mind, guilt, shame, confusion.

“Hey he’ll be okay, you’re allowed to be happy Y/n.” Colton spoke up pulling you from the spiral in your mind.

You nodded, “Yeah but I just wish we could’ve told him, not him finding out like that.”

He passed you a sympathetic smile reaching forward to pull you into him, similar to how he did on the balcony last night.

He pressed his lips against yours in a promise, that it would all be okay, that he’d stay by your side no matter what.

A cough pulled you from your moment and of course when you turned it was kirby once again, he didn’t look much better than you.

His eyes were sunken and red, his hair disheveled, he wore his favorite hoodie and a pair of sweats, he didn’t look like someone that had just gotten drafted into the big leagues, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Hey I just wanted to let you two know I’m gonna drive with mom.” He spoke, voice strained.

Colton raised a confused brow, “But mom’s driving to the beach house to get everything set up and ready for the draft party.”

Kirby nodded, “Yeah I know, it’s my party so i figured I’d give her a hand plus this has been a long week just need a moment of calm before it all picks up again.”

Kirby was praying you two bought it, he could tell his brother did but he knew you wouldn’t. But he just couldn’t ride back with you two right now, not with how bad he was hurting inside.

And when his brother hugged him and told him to have fun and relax Kirby released a breath of fresh air.

“Also uh, just to get it out there. I’m happy for you guys. Take care of her C, I’ll see you guys for the draft party.” Kirby put on the fakest smile you’d ever seen.

He patted his brothers shoulder one more time, threw you a smile and turned to walk towards Hillary’s car without another look at the two of you.

He waited until he head the trunk close behind him, heard the car start up and drive past him with a honk to finally let his emotions go.

He let the tears fall as he leaned against his mother’s car his body shaking. He’d lost you in April but this was even more real, you were his brothers now, you belonged to someone else.

And no matter how bad it hurt he had to accept it, because deep down he knew he wasn’t in the position to love you how you deserved.

His life was about to go at a mile a minute, so many changes, new cities, a new life and as bad as he wanted you in it he knew it was for the best that he let you and Colton be happy.

For as long as you could remember Summer was your favorite time of year, the way the sun shined a little brighter, how the freckles on your cheeks came to show, how the salt in the air of the beach house smelled.

You had many reasons to prefer summer to winter but your favorite was going to the beach house and getting to spend three uninterrupted months with the Dach family.

Your mom and Hillary had met in high school creating a life long friendship that led into even having children at the same time.

Kirby was born two months before your older brother Mason, then came Colton a year later with you following a short six months later.

You four had been inseparable as kids, having to do anything and absolutely everything together, but as you got older and the boys found other things more interesting you started to get left out.

But not by Kirby, never by Kirby. It didn’t matter how bad he wanted to go somewhere with the boys, or wanted to do something, the second he saw the glimmer of hurt in your eyes due to being left out he was staying back, making sure you had a friend.

There was a very specific moment when you guys were kids that you’d never forget and would always appreciate Kirby for.

-

You were 10, Kirby 11 and a half, the boys had started to blossom into young men, learning new things about themselves daily.

And one of those things that Mason and Colton had learned about was girls, and how to flirt thanks to some silly video they found late night on YouTube.

And by some miracle the two girls you’d befriend that summer had left you in the dirt for the two silly boys, putting their dolls down and fixing their hair the second they’d rounded the corner to the living room.

Kirby had found you that day hiding in the backyard behind the shed that had the most beautiful view of the beach.

He was putting his bike away when he heard the sniffles poking a curious head around the corner he found you crying.

“Y/n?” He questioned.

You jumped at the sound of his voice, quick to wipe your eyes when your wet ones found his careful ones.

“You okay?” He spoke lightly moving to sit beside you.

“Mhm” you nodded, arms folded over your chest as you looked away from the older boy.

Kirby didn’t fully understand emotions at 11 but he knew when someone was lying, he recognized it from when they were telling him his Nana was okay when she very obviously was not.

“You can tell me, I won’t judge you for whatever is making you upset.” He lead with a gentle voice.

You weren’t sure what exactly did it, was it the way he spoke gently, or was it the way he shuffled closer to make sure you felt his touch.

“The girls left me to go hang out with Mason and Colton.” You cried.

Kirby wasn’t sure what the feeling was in his chest, it was a mix of a little bit of everything. His chest hurt at the sadness in your voice, something inside him itched to make it all better, another part of him ready to go throw rocks at the little girls despite knowing it was mean.

“I’m sorry to hear that Y/n, you invited them over to play with you. They shouldn’t leave you for our stupid brothers who don’t even brush their teeth everyday.” He spoke a smile overtaking his face when you laughed at his dig.

“Thanks Kirby, still sucks tho.” You sighed sadly.

The gears turned in the young man’s head, thinking of every little thing he could do to bring back that smile on your face.

“Wanna go play go fish?”

“But you hate go fish” you frowned.

“Yeah but you love it and you’re sad, I don’t mind.” He shrugged.

-

From that day on you felt a shift with Kirby, you didn’t think a kid that young was capable of loving someone romantically but you swore you loved Kirby from that moment on.

Every summer after that he always checked in, always made sure you were good and had some company.

Colton did too, but never in the level Kirby did.

Everything had been going good until the summer after you turned 16.

-

Your stomach did summer salts as the car pulled up to the front of the beach house, Hillary was already on the porch a bright smile on her face as she watched your mother park.

The car doors weren’t even open yet and she was racing down the wooden steps pulling your mom into a bear hug. You and your brother giggled at the sight of the two friends but it wasn’t long before Hillary had the two of you in her grasps.

She hugged your brother first before moving to you a soft gasp of shock and recognition escaping her, you’d grown up over the winter.

Her sweet girl as she called you had lost her braces, found out about contacts, learned what makeup was but even then it wasn’t much just enough to highlight your already breathtaking beauty.

“Oh my gorgeous girl look at you.” She smiled as she hugged you tight placing a kiss to your head.

She pulled back lightly hands on your shoulders as she admired you again, “How have you been? How’s dance!? Any boys I should know about?”

Her excitement made you laugh, “it’s good-I’m good, school was killer but I’m just excited to have summer and be here with everyone.” You smiled.

“Well we certainly missed you-Boys! Get out here and come say hi.” She yelled over her shoulder calling for Kirby and Colton.

Your cheeks heated as Colton exited the house, he’d grown up over the winter too, hockey had been kind to him you noticed.

“Holy shit! Hey guys.” He cheesed hugging your mom first before dapping up Mason.

He stopped for a second as he got to you, eyes raking over your body that had developed as well as everything else.

“Shit Y/n, you’re looking beautiful this summer.” He laughed pulling you into a hug.

You shrieked as your feet left the ground, Colton spinning you around like you weighed nothing and you were certain that hockey had absolutely helped him with how easy he moved you.

He sat you down with a contagious smile on his freckled face opening his mouth to say something before the sound of the side gate shutting caught everyone’s attention.

And there, emerging from the back yard stood a tall and devilishly handsome Kirby. His blue eyes looking almost white as the sun caught them, it was like he was moving in slow motion as he looked up at you.

And suddenly your stomach was full of butterflies, your heart rate picking up as you felt your cheeks grow hotter. His eyes examined you but not in the same way Colton’s did, no Kirby looked at you like you were a rare sight, he noticed the things nobody else ever would.

“Hey guys” he spoke softly, his once high voice now much deeper and manly.

“Kirby!” Your mother smiled pulling the much taller boy in for a hug.

He had the same greeting with your brother, a dap up with a slight hug before he was onto you.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you like Colton did, no Kirby hugged you like you were going to disappear and you didn’t hesitate to hug him the same.

It was easy to tell that his intensive hockey training had made notable changes to his body, you could feel the muscles under his shirt as he hugged you.

“It’s nice to see you Y/n” he smiled as he pulled back.

And with that he was gone, back into the house your brother and Colton following behind him.

Your mother’s eyebrows scrunched at the sight, typically Kirby was jumping at the opportunity to help, wanting to do any and everything he could.

“Um I wanna apologize for Kirby before we get inside, since he came back from Saskatoon he’s been a little different, I’ve tried talking to him but he’s just distant so if he says anything rude or nasty I truly wanna apologize on his behalf.” Hillary smiled apologetically.

Your mother waved her hand at the words, “oh don’t worry about it, you know how they are that that age it’s hard when they have so many emotions and nowhere for them to go.”

You tried to believe your mom but as the summer went on you knew it wasn’t just an attitude thing with Kirby and as always the Truth will reveal itself.

-

It was the second week at the beach house when things with Kirby got rocky, he’d been much more distant than usual but it got worse when their dad showed up.

You noticed the differences quickly, the way he was hiding alcohol in his tumbler, the way he would spend his days at the ‘gym’ coming home smelling faintly of weed.

One night he found you in the pool, swimming mindlessly so lost in a world of your own that you didn’t even notice him until he sat on the edge of the pool.

Your body jumped at the sight of him, heart racing but not because of the fright no it was how his blue eyes watched you move, how his brown hair fell perfectly over his forehead, he was wearing a dark blue hoodie, the sleeves tight around his muscles.

“Isn’t smoking bad for you, especially with hockey?” You asked raising a brow as you swam closer.

He chuckled, “Not if I only do it here and there and keep it for the offseason.”

“You smell like it all the time though, when did you start?” You pushed.

You noticed the way his jaw clenched at your question his once relaxed body becoming much more tense.

“Doesn’t matter when I started, why are you being so nosey?” He scoffed dapping out the joint.

Your cheeks heated at the sound of his words, feeling embarrassed you swam back a little.

“Not being nosy, just curious. You always said smoking was gross.” You shrugged.

“Yeah well not anymore.”

And with that he was up and heading back into the house without another glance at you.

-

Colton was the calm of the storm, always there when Kirby ‘unintentionally’ made you feel like a scolded child for asking simple questions.

You two were sitting on the beach when Kirby walked past, wetsuit covering his toned body, surfboard under his arm.

He didn’t speak a word just spared you two a glance with a subtle scoff before he was taking off for the busy ocean.

“What’s his deal lately?” You asked Colton.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t know, came home with a bug up his ass and won’t speak to anyone. He’s been a dick.”

You frowned at that, you hated how cold he was being.

“Don’t let it bother you, it’s not anything you’re doing. Plus you have me to keep you company.” The brunette smiled, slinging a toned arm over your shoulder.

You smiled in response and you hoped he didn’t realize it wasn’t real. Of course you were grateful for Colton and his company but the feeling in your stomach was telling you that you needed to keep an eye on Kirby.

Not to mention your mother and Hillary had signed you up for the debutante ball at the country club that the Dach family were members of and Colton had jumped at the opportunity to be your partner meaning you’d be spending a lot of time together soon.

“Yeah, you’re right I should let it go.” You nodded but deep down you knew you never could.

-

A week later shit went down, you’d been at a little beach party with your brother and Colton. A boy your age had started talking to you and you’d be lying if you didn’t say he was cute.

His hand had found your hips and before you knew it he was pulling you in for a kiss-until strong arms were pulling you away.

“What the-“ you questioned spinning around quickly to see who had the nerve to touch you, only to find Kirby.

“What the hell are you doing?” He spat.

“Me!?” You confirmed pointing at your chest.

“Yes! Why are you kissing random dudes, you don’t even know him.”

“So?!” You scoffed, “You don’t get to tell me what I can and Can’t do Kirby. I’m 16 not a little kid.”

He laughed at that, you could tell he was high or drunk, maybe even both at this point you wouldn’t be surprised.

“Yeah well I didn’t know your age ment you could go around making yourself easy for any random guy.”

Your chest sunk at his words, you could feel your heart breaking at his words. The boy you’d loved since you were ten years old just called you a slut.

“Fuck you Kirby.” You cried as the tears ran down your cheeks.

You found your brother shortly after forcing him to drive you home you didn’t speak a work the entire ride. Once you made it to the beach house you were out of the car and up to your room in seconds.

You couldn’t believe him, were you really making yourself look easy for guys? You were just having a good time.

The thoughts kept you up all night, your body tossing and turning as your mind seemed to never turn off.

The following morning when you finally ventured into the kitchen you froze as you reached the entrance.

There at the counter was Kirby, drinking a very green, very disgusting looking smoothie.

His eyes moved up as they caught the movement of your body, his typically bright eyes were dark and red.

“Y/n-i, I need to apologize for last night.” He spoke up.

“Yeah, it’s whatever don’t worry.”

“No it was wrong, I don’t know what made me say that or think it was okay to say that because you didn’t deserve that. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He explained pushing his chair back and coming to stand by you.

“I appreciate that but it still hurts nonetheless Kirby, I didn’t do anything to deserve that.” Your voice was soft despite the anxiety clawing up your throat.

“I know and I’m so sorry.” He pushed again, you could see the regret in his eyes the gentle hue of the blue now darker and clouded with shame.

You stepped forward pulling him into a short hug trying your best to ignore the way your body wished to melt into him, begged you to stay there in his arms longer.

“Thanks kirbs”

And with that you turned out of the kitchen allowing him to watch as you walked back upstairs.

-

The next few weeks passed by in a blur of debutante ball practices, dress shopping, days at the beach, and avoiding Kirby at all costs.

You spent most of your days with Colton, doing your best to stay busy but no matter how hard you tried Kirby was always lingering.

You’d bump into him during the early morning in the halls, him coming back from the gym or a run, sweaty, shirtless, and undeniably gorgeous.

He’d smile softly and it didn’t matter how hard you wanted you refused to let yourself give into him, into his charm, or yourself.

The Fourth of July came faster than any of you expected and soon Hillary and your mother had the house decorated in red, white, and blue.

The kitchen smelled delicious as you stepped inside, sitting at the table with a muffin you watched out the large windows.

Your bother and the boys were in the back helping put up tables and string new lights, Mr Dach was somewhere guiding them.

Colton caught your eye through the window a large smile taking over his face as he waved his at you, you smiled just as large returning the wave but you were quickly distracted by Kirby coming up from the dock.

Shirtless once again, hair wet, sun glistening against his toned body. His eyes also caught yours but unlike his brother he didn’t smile, didn’t wave, just kept on moving like you didn’t exist.

Ouch

An hour later you were joining everyone outside dressed in a cute red top and jean shorts, a Shirley temple comfortable in your hand.

Your brother and Mason were shooting pucks back and forth bright smiles on their faces, giggles floating through the air.

Kirby however was sitting next to his dad, a miserable look on his face as looked like he’d rather be anywhere then here.

“The draft is next summer Kirby, you need to train harder, nobody is going to want you if you’re playing how you are now.” His father spat.

That’s right, Kirby was draft eligible next summer and had a shot to go pro. It was a dream he’d always talked about, your bothers too but Kirby was serious about it.

You watched countless games of his, watching as he bodied the ice, his large body trucking people out of the way like they weighed nothing.

You felt bad for the brunette, their dad always told them they could do better, be better. His dream was to be an NHL star but he never made it out of college, becoming the owner of a financial firm instead so now he conditioned his boys to become stars.

You turned away from the pair sneaking over to the snack table where Colton now stood failing majorly at sneakily pouring some tequila into his drink.

“Want some?” He raised a brow, mischievous smirk tugging on his lips.

You froze for a moment, alcohol wasn’t really something you’d ever dabbled in before but fuck it what’s the worst that could happen?

“Sure.” You shrugged extending your glass to him.

You regretted your words two hours later when you were leaning over the toilet in the downstairs bathroom, your refilled your drink three more times after Colton had and you were paying the price.

You hurled another few ounces of liquid into the toilet doing your best to keep your hair out of the way.

You were struggling until a pair of strong hands took over, “You okay?”

It was Kirby, of course it was.

“Ye-“ you started but your stomach quickly interrupted you as you spilled more of your stomaches contents into the toilet.

It went on for maybe another ten minutes before Kirby was helping you up and guiding you to your room.

He laid you down, pulled the covers of your body, handing you the pink stuffed Pokémon that took up residence in bed.

You laughed at that, “I don’t sleep with mister bubblegum anymore.”

“Yeah well we can all use some comfort in moments like this.” He laughed sitting on the bed next to you.

You watched as his eyes looked over your body, how despite just watching you puke up your guts he still looked at you like you held the moon.

“What do you think made you sick?” He asked softly.

Your cheeks heated at his words, “I uh-Colton asked if I wanted to try some Alcohol and I said yeah and got to ahead of myself.”

He looked upset at that, “Colts an idiot he shouldn’t have given you any of that.”

“Hey no it’s okay, I’m the one who took it. Don’t be mad at him, it’s my fault.” You defended the younger boy.

Kirby sighed at your response, he was pissed, you weren’t a drinker or smoker and Colton knew that. If he was going to give you something he should’ve made sure you weren’t going to go back and overdo yourself.

“Just get some rest okay, if you’re not in time for fireworks I’ll come wake you.” He smiled despite the anger growing in his stomach.

You nodded in agreement, snuggling closer into your pillows you watched as he moved towards the door, throwing you a wink over his shoulder before he fully left your room.

A few hours later you were back awake and moving downstairs with freshly brushed teeth and new clothes, grabbing yourself a glass of water before heading outside.

You didn’t see anyone in the house or backyard, but down on the dock you noticed an all to familiar frame sitting by himself.

Shuffling your way down you took a seat next to him, he looked over with soft eyes.

“Feel better?” Kirby asked.

“Much better, thanks for taking care of me earlier.”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, or how they always seemed to trace every inch of your face.

“No problem, it’s my specialty.” He smirked.

“Oh is that so?” You laughed.

“Oh yeah, been doing it since we were kids.”

You couldn’t argue that one it didn’t matter what the situation was, Kirby was always around to help.

“Where’s everyone else?” You asked.

“Parents went to the beach, I’m not sure where Mase and Colton are though.” He shrugged.

You nodded along, the fireworks should be starting anytime soon and you couldn’t wait for the colorful delights to take over the sky.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as one shot up into the sky, a beautiful blue and white explosion signaling the beginning of the show.

“They’re so beautiful.” You awed at the sight.

“Yeah they are.” Kirby nodded.

But his eyes weren’t on the light show in the sky, they were on you. Admiring the way your lips tugged up at the corners as the colors flew through the sky, how the bright light reflected in your soft eyes.

“Do you think that they’ll eve-“ you turned towards the older boy to ask your question but you were cut short as you realized how close the two of you were.

Your wyes followed his as they once again moved from your eyes to your lips, and you weren’t embarrassed to say yours did the same to him.

Kirby shuffled closer slightly, his hand hesitant as it reached for your chin. You sucked in a breath as he pulled you closer, tilting your face towards his.

You were seconds from leaning in, so close to kissing the boy you’d always dreamed of having this moment with, the one boy you’d always wanted.

But right as you two leaned in a fire work shot past Kirby’s back causing him to jump closer to you moving himself out of the way just in time for the sky rocket to explode in the sky.

You both snapped out of your trance, hearts racing as you looked around to see where the hell that came from. And at the last second you caught someone slipping back in the house but you couldn’t make out who exactly it was from so far away.

“Shit.” He panted pulling away.

And just like that the moment you always dreamed of slipped through your fingers.

-

The next few days were weird, Kirby had been distant, Colton had been stuck to your side claiming you two needed to practice as much as possible before the ball.

You were a trained dancer you had the choreography locked down in two days but it was him who kept messing up and it was pissing you off.

“No Colton! I told you three times it’s step left then right, spin, then we step right to left.”

“I’m sorry! I’m not a fucking dancer like you.” He scoffed anger filling his bones.

You were about to snap back when Kirby entered the room, the tension noticeable the second her entered the living room.

“What’s up your asses?” He questioned.

“She’s being mean!”

“He’s not listening!”

Kirby laughed at the two of you, “whoa okay, one at a time.”

“He’s not listening to directions and the dance really isn’t that hard.” You huffed arms crossing over your chest.

“Yeah well sorry I haven’t been dancing since I was in diapers okay! I don’t know how to do this dancing shit.” Colton sassed back the anger evident in his tone.

You groaned, “but it’s like you’re not even listening to me, you’re doing everything wrong and we’re been practicing for weeks”.

Before Colton could open his mouth Kirby stepped forward.

“Why don’t I show you C, it’s not that hard I swear it took me a minute to get the hang of it but once I did it was super easy.” Kirby spoke raising a brow at his little brother.

“Yeah okay, fine I’ll watch you two do it.” Colton scoffed sitting on the couch.

You’d forgotten that Kirby was one of his friends date to the ball last year and had done everything Colton has been.

“Ready?” He asked as he stepped up to you.

You nodded in response hitting play on the music you two started the routine, it started out fine but when his hands dipped to your waist for a spin you felt your whole body light up.

It didn’t get any better when his hand pressed against yours, you knew you weren’t the only one who felt the spark between your skin.

His eyes held yours the entire time never looking away unless he absolutely had to.

And finally when the routine finished you two stood still, eyes still locked, chest heavy with something neither of you wanted to admit.

“Wow so good, Kirby saving the day once again.” Colton clapped sarcastically from his spot.

“Don’t be a dick dude, I was just trying to help.” Kirby scoffed stepping away and turning out the room without another glance behind him.

-

That weekend you found yourself in the passenger seat of Colton’s jeep as the two of you scarfed down burgers and milkshakes.

You were laughing about something your brother had done this week, that’s what you always loved about hanging out with Colton.

He was safe, comfortable, someone you knew could never fail to make you laugh no matter where you were.

Kirby was different, he was safe but in ways Colton wasn’t, he made you want to take risks because you knew he’d always be there to catch you if you fell, sometimes you felt like Kirby knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Colton spoke, voice steady and strong.

“Yeah of course, what’s up?” You raised a brow Turing in your seat to face him.

“Do you uh, do you still have a crush on my brother?” He asked softly.

Well that’s not what you were expecting..

“I’m not-I haven’t had a crush on Kirby since I was like seven.” You laughed hoping you were playing it off well.

“You sure?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I mean don’t get me wrong I adore Kirby he’s someone I’ll always count on but no crush.”

“Soo you won’t mind if I do this”

You didn’t have enough time to question him before his lips were on yours, it took you a second to realize what was happening.

He pulled back when you didn’t kiss him back, an awkward look on his face. He hated how quiet you were, your whole body frozen in the seat.

“Shit I fucked up.” He panicked hands running over his face.

You quickly snapped out of it, “no, no, I just wasn’t expecting that is all.” You laughed.

Because you truly were not expecting that, sure Colton was cute but you had never thought of him like that before.

“No I’m sorry Y/n, fuck!” He snapped hitting his steering wheel.

“Hey it’s fine! Im not mad.” You cooed rubbing his shoulder trying to calm the brunette down.

“I’m still sorry.” He smiled pitifully.

You nodded in response, beyond happy he was starting up the car and heading for the house.

-

The ball was three days later, you had to be there bright and early for prep and practice. Your mother and Hillary drove you to the country club, getting you settled in before heading back to the house to get themselves ready.

You chatted with some of the girls you’d became friends with over the past few weeks of prep and nonstop events.

One of them a pretty red head, bright blue eyes, gorgeous smile, Lacy was her name-sat next to you.

“Hey so like I know Colton is your date for the ball but like..are you guys a thing?” She asked.

You tried to hide your shock at the question, “no just friends, he’s super single.” You smiled.

“Really?”

“Yep.” You nodded in reply.

“What about the other brother..Kirby is it? Do you know if he’s seeing anyone?” Bella the blonde to your left asked.

For some reason you felt a little defensive at that question, anxious to answer it.

“I’m not sure honestly, Kirby is pretty private with that kind of stuff.” You shrugged, it wasn’t a total lie but at the same time you didn’t want them to think he was up for grabs.

Not like it was any of your business but he was your Kirby and none of the girls in here even seemed like his type.

Bella nodded in response but didn’t ask about him again, allowing you to finish up getting ready.

A few hours later you were dressed in a breathtaking gown, hair pulled back in a pristine bun, pearls in your ears and hanging around your neck.

You were supposed to be fifth out, taking your spot in line you looked around for Colton.

You were all supposed to take the floor in ten minutes but you didn’t think to hard about it, a lot of the girls dates still hadn’t taken their sides.

But as the minutes ticked down you couldn’t help the anxiety growing in your stomach, your introduction was in two minutes and he still wasn’t here.

“Mason where’s Colton?” You asked your brother who was stood with his Date behind you.

“I don’t know, he said he had to go to the bathroom after we all got ready and I haven’t seen him since.” He spoke giving you an apologetic smile.

You started to panic internally, where the hell was he and why did he choose now to disappear.

Before you knew it you were next and you had no date by your side.

Hillary and your mother gasped at the table, eyes looking all around for Colton only to find him nowhere to be found.

“Where the hell is your brother?” Hillary spat towards Kirby who sat next to her.

“I haven’t seen him since we dropped his tux off.” He shrugged.

“Oh she’s going to be so embarrassed, what can we do.” Your mother panicked noticing the mortification on your face.

Kirby sighed, he hated every bit of these things, the tight outfits, overly annoying choreography, and especially being watched by so many people but he couldn’t let all your hard work and time go down the drain.

“I got it.”

And with that the boy was up and moving towards the other boys who had gathered in their spots, he was quick to slide into what should’ve been Colton’s.

Relief flooded your face the second your eyes met his, the two of you moving seamlessly as the dance began.

“Where’s Colton?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t know, but I couldn’t let you be up here alone.” He replied.

You stepped back for the spin, waiting to be close again to thank him.

He told you it wasn’t a problem and by the way his eyes held yours, how soft his touch was against your heated skin, you both felt the shift between yourselves.

This wasn’t a cat and mouse game anymore, you knew he felt every single thing you did.

Your mother’s admired the two of you from their seats at the table, “Look at how radiant she is.” Hillary smiled at your mom.

“For Y/n Kirby is the sun, and when the sun comes out, the stars disappear.” Your mother smiled, she’d seen it all these years.

Nobody made you smile the way Kirby did, nobody could make you laugh how he did, you had a natural glow to you anytime you were around him.

It was undeniable and even Hillary agreed, her son had always had a shine to him that nobody else did. However when you were in his presence he came alive even more, eyes shined a little brighter, smile got a little bigger.

And finally for the first time in your lives you were both accepting it, allowing yourselves to see and understand that those flutters in your chest and those tingles through your body had always met something.

Your body relaxed against Kirby’s as the dance came to an end, applause filling the room as everyone’s family began to move towards them.

You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even notice Colton approaching, not until it was too late.

Not until he had Kirby by the jacket and was laying a sucker punch to his brother’s face. Caught off guard by the punch Kirby was on the ground and Colton took advantage of that however it didn’t last long.

Kirby flipped his brother over in seconds hastily pinning his arms to the ground so he couldn’t throw anymore hits.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Kirby exclaimed.

“You! You’re my fucking problem. You knew mom and dad are getting a divorce didn’t you! And you didn’t tell me, didn’t tell anyone.” Colton yelled from his spot below his brother.

You felt like time stopped, your head snapping towards Hillary but it didn’t last long because Colton took Kirby’s surprise as an opportunity to flip him over and lay another punch to his face.

Mason interrupted quickly, pulling Colton off and shoving him towards the doorway of the ballroom.

You rushed to Kirby’s side, cheating tightening the second you saw the blood leaking from his lip.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’ve been hit much harder.” He sighed.

You helped him up and when you two finally turned around it was just your mother and Mason standing there watching, every other family had been ushered out and you’d assumed Hillary went after Colton.

“Is it true?” Mason asked your mom.

“Yeah, they were going to file the paperwork in September.” She nodded.

“But why, I-i, I don’t get it.” You stuttered.

“He cheated.” Kirby admitted, “Has been for years with his secretary and my mom found out. He asked her to wait for September because the company is combining with another big firm and it won’t look good for him to be going through a divorce right now.”

You felt like your world was crumbling around you, what was happening, this was all a mess.

-

The next morning you found yourself on the beach bright and early the next morning, watching as the waves crashed against the shore.

You looked up at the sound of feet nearing closer, there you found a disheveled Kirby still in his suit from last night.

“Hi” you smiled softly.

“Hey”

He sat next to you, taking in the peaceful sounds of the busy water, the seagulls coming out looking for any crumb of food.

“You doing okay?” You spoke up after a while.

He chuckled, “As okay as I can be I guess.”

You reached for his hand, “you held all that in by yourself for way to long Kirbs.”

He nodded at your words, “I know I just-I couldn’t tell him.”

“Can I ask why?” You pushed.

“Colton has always seen our parents differently than me, especially our dad. Our dad has always been much nicer to him than me, always gave him whatever he wanted. Sure he’s still tough on him but not like he is with me. I guess, maybe it’s selfish? I don’t know, I wanted to let him keep that idea of our dad and our parents marriage. That it was perfect, the dream life, I got that idea of them taken away when I was thirteen and I caught him with the mistress. He forced me not to say anything to my mom, said he’d pull me from hockey and never let me play again.” He explained.

“I was so fucking scared and hurt for her Y/n, I felt like I betrayed her but I didn’t want to lose my dream.”

“you were a kid Kirby you shouldn’t have had to hold a secret like that. It’s okay to be scared about losing one of the most important things to you especially at that age. And your mom knows how much you love her, how hard you fight for Her.” You comforted him.

“Thank you, for being here, for not running, for not hating me. Even when I’ve been a complete piece of shit to you.” He cried into your shoulder.

“I could never hate you Kirby, and now that I know what you were holding onto I feel bad that I ever thought about throat punching you.” You laugh a little trying to lighten the mood.

And it works, because Kirby does laugh, does pull his head from your shoulder and looks at you like you hold the world in your palms.

“You’ve always been there, and I’ve never deserved a single bit of it.” He sighed large hand reaching to cup your face.

You leaned into his warm touch, his rough hand comforting against your cold cheeks.

“You’ve always been everything I’ve wanted ever Y/n.”

Your breath caught at his admission, “I don’t want to just be something you want Kirby, I need you to need me. I need to be someone that you need and can see yourself with all the time not just when you want.”

“I do need you, god I don’t know what i would have done without you this summer. You’re all I’ll ever need.”

And with that he was pressing his lips against yours, this wasn’t like the kiss with Colton, this was warm, safe, like fireworks on the Fourth of July, it was like coming home.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be the girl you needed.” You spoke softly as you pulled back from the kiss.

“You always have been, we were just to stubborn to see it.”

And with that you snuggled close to his side, you weren’t sure what exactly this meant for you two but you did know that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right here.

Arber could not find out about you and Kaiden.

There were no if, ands, or buts, your brother could not know.

And even with that thought flowing through your mind it didn’t stop you when Kaiden pushed you out on the balcony, cornered you and pushed your dress up.

His fingers slipping between your thighs, wasting no time as they slipped into the lace material of your panties.

“Kaiden” you gasped, hands gripping his arm manicured nails leaving half moons crescents in his flesh.

Arber was right below you two, his room, his balcony. And if there was one thing about your brother he always enjoyed a good balcony view with a glass of whiskey.

“Shh baby don’t want your brother to hear.” He taunted lips curled in an evil smirk.

Your head dipped back as his thick fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit, you were dripping for him and you had been from the second he tugged on that stupid linen shirt and dress pants he wore to dinner.

The shirt was now abandoned on the bedroom floor from when you tore it off his body after returning from dinner.

You’d intended to have your fun in the comfort of the hotel room but Kaiden had other ideas.

“Such a dirty girl, your brother is right there and yet you’re still letting me use you.” He chuckled deep and malicious in your ear.

His breath was hot against your skin sending a shiver down your spine as it tickled your skin his lips inches from your sweet spot.

You slapped a hand over your mouth when he dipped two thick fingers inside of your awaiting cunt, his fingers sliding in with ease stretching you open for him.

Kaiden chuckled as your hand flew to your mouth, your small pants of pleasure spilling free as you dripped down his wrist.

He had been waiting two days for this, from the second you arrived in the Bahamas and he found out your hotel room had a balcony he wanted to fuck you out here.

It wasn’t supposed to be you on the trip but when Cole canceled last minute and your brother offered you the spot you jumped at it, especially after learning you’d be sharing a room with Kaiden.

Kaiden wasn’t complaining either, especially not when he has you spread open and ready for him, your needy cunt throbbing around his fingers.

His fingers move at a brutal pace fucking you closer and closer to an orgasm, you can feel it coming, the heat simmering in your lower stomach, panting as the pleasure takes over your entire body.

“K-Kaiden..fuck I’m close.” You whimpered voice as low as you could manage.

“I know baby.” The blonde nodded, “but you’re not coming yet”

And with that his fingers were pulled from your warm center, you whined at the emptiness that filled your body.

You watched as he moved back and towards the couch that sat across from you, he sat on the expensive furniture.

His thighs were spread wide, his massive body taking up a majority of the space, the average person would be intimidated by the sight.

Kaiden was a very big man, and not just body wise.

On shaky legs you made slow steps towards him and just when your within hands reach his soft voice speaks up.

“On your knees.”

You follow his words obediently, sinking to your knees in front of the blonde movements slow as you keep your eyes locked on his pretty blues.

Your touch is teasing as your nails run along his thick thighs, Kaiden hates the shiver that runs down his spine at the mere feeling of you on his skin.

You’re his best friends sister, he shouldn’t have you on your knees, he shouldn’t have fucked you in that restaurant and he absolutely should not want to bend you over the railing and fuck you stupid with your brother on the floor right below you.

But at the end of the day he’s just a man, a man with an unrelenting need for you.

“Take my cock out.” His voice is deep and commanding.

You don’t have to be told twice, leaning up on your knees you reach forward for the button on his dress pants before pulling the zipper down.

Kaiden lifts his hips for you allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down in one go, his thick cock springing free.

Your mouth waters at the sight of it, the thick head swollen and glistening with cum.

He groans when your hand grips his cock, a low, a rough sound that sends a wave of arousal through you.

You start slow, stroking his cock slow and deliberate watching as his head dips back eyes fluttering shut as you stroke him.

“Fucks sake” he grumbles when you kitten lick the tip, the sight is erotic, one he shouldn’t even have the pleasure of seeing.

He gasps when you take him in your mouth choking slightly as you move your way down his cock. His fingers tangle your hair into a makeshift ponytail one that he uses to guide you.

Your tongue swirls around him, teasing him just enough to make his chest heave, his nails dig into your scalp, and as you work him deeper, cheeks hallowing around him he starts to let himself slip deeper and deeper into the sweet abyss of you.

His hips shift sending him deeper in your throat and when you moan around him he swears he sees stars.

He’s not sure how much longer he’ll last, not with the way his cock is hitting the back of your throat, the way your eyes look up at him as your between his strong thighs gagging on his cock.

He’s unraveling, faster than he’d like to admit. You’re mouths working over him like it’s nothing, hands working the parts of his cock your mouth can’t reach.

“Sh-shit, I’m gonna cum baby.” He groans.

His jaw clenches as you pull off of him, a ‘pop’ sounding in the air as you take in a deep breath of air.

Your cheeks are flushed and your makeup is running, your hair is pointing in every direction from the way he had it balled in his fist.

And he swears you’ve never looked better.

You don’t say anything, just watch him with a glint in your eye hand stroking him teasingly until you dip back down.

He can feel his orgasm coming, his breathing is fast and erratic, hips thrusting into your mouth unconsciously chasing a high he so desperately needs.

It only takes a few more swirls of your tongue, tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock, a slight scrape from your teeth before he’s crumbling apart underneath you.

His hands pull your hair, hips stuttering, jaw twitching as he comes in your mouth with a raspy moan.

He watches as you swallow every drop pulling off his cock for the final time he grips your chin and you know what he wants. Dropping your mouth open you stick out your tongue showing him you swallowed every last drop he gave you.

“Good girl.” He pants leaning forward to lock your lips in a hot kiss.

You don’t pull back from him, not even as you climb into his lap pushing him against the patio furniture rutting yourself against his already hard cock.

“Need you.” The whine is needy and full of desperation as you kiss down his throat.

Kaiden pushes you to your feet, kicking off his shorts he backs you to the balcony. You don’t get a chance to even think straight before he’s spinning you around making you face the ocean.

“Kaiden we can’t! My brother could go outside at any time.” You panic.

The Canadian chuckles behind you, “guess you better keep quiet then.”

And that’s all you get before his thick cock is splitting your open, dress pushed up around your waist, panties pulled down to your knees as he pounds into you from behind.

Your hand flys over your mouth doing your best to keep quiet as he fucks into you.

Kaiden’s pace is anything but kind you can feel his hands digging into your hips and you pray they don’t leave a bruise behind.

You can’t think straight, can’t breathe straight, every part of you is consumed by him and the feeling of his body against yours.

And just when you think you can’t take anymore one of his hands reaches around thick fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles over your swollen clit causing your hips to buck against his hand desperate for more.

Kaiden smirks as he watches the way your body trembles against the railing, your hands gripping onto the metal for dear life as he fucks you, the metal is cool from the evening air, a nice contrast against your burning skin.

“Stuffed with my cock and you’re still greedy for more.” He teases in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

You whimper at his words and Kaiden can tell your getting lost in a cloud of pleasure the way your head is dropped back, hips fucking back into him.

The sharp sting on your ass brings you back to earth, another quickly following behind and it takes you a second to realize that he’d smacked your ass.

You can feel your body trembling, legs growing weaker and weaker by the second, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks all thanks to his relentless assault on your cunt.

He can tell your getting close, he feels like he can’t breath every time your pussy clenches around him. He lets out a low groan his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leans over you.

“Gonna come for me like a good girl? I can feel you squeezing me baby.” He coos but it’s anything but comforting.

You choke out a sob, “yes, yes, please Kaiden.”

He smirks at your pleas doing his best to hold back his own orgasm he gives you the green light.

You do your best to keep yourself together as both of his hands return to your hips, their grip even stronger than last time as he fucks into you again, his pace rough and ungodly.

Every inch of your body is on fire, every nerve screaming with the need of a release as he fucked you hard, his thick cock filling you to the brim.

It only took a few more thrusts before you were convulsing around him, the band in your lower stomach snapping as pleasure flooded your body.

Your orgasm tore through you body shaking as tears streamed down your neck, you didn’t even feel Kaiden pinning your back to his chest as he chased his high.

Kaiden’s hips slammed into you one more time his own orgasm hitting him hard enough to leave him breathless and panting, his hands shaking as you hugged you close.

He fucked you through his high finally pulling out when you began to whimper in over stimulation. He picked you up and carried you into the hotel room laying you on the soft bed.

He was quick in grabbing a warm wash cloth to clean you up, taking his time and being gentle as he went over your sensitive skin.

“That was fun” you finally spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

Kaiden couldn’t help his soft chuckle, “yeah?”

“Mhm, terrifying knowing Arbs is right below us but the adrenaline rush was great.” You explained.

The blonde nodded in understanding, he was cautious enough to listen for the sound of a sliding door opening and he wouldn’t tell you but he heard it right as you came around his cock.

He pulled you back quick enough to where you wouldn’t get caught because even though it was wrong to do to his best friend Kaiden was obsessed, addicted to you, whatever you wanted to call it but he knew he wasn’t getting enough of you anytime soon.

He grabbed you one of his shirts to change into and a pair of boxers and shorts for himself before changing both of you and climbing into bed.

The voice in the back of your head told you to stop as you cuddled into his chest, that it was wrong to lie to your big brother, but as Kaiden’s fingers ran down your back and his lips touched your head you told yourself it was okay.

Arber wouldn’t find out before you were ready for him too and everything would be okay.

Your head turned towards the door when you heard the sound of the doorknob twisting, waiting to see who would be walking into your room at this hour.

Butterflies rumbled in your stomach when you saw Trevor’s head poke in, flashing you a quick smile he slid in and shut the door quietly-not forgetting to twist the lock.

“What’re you doing in here?” You smiled as he made his way towards your large bed, gray sweats low on his hips, white t shirt hugging his biceps just right, his sun kissed skin complimenting the color well.

“Had to come see my girl.” He shrugged as he climbed into the bed beside you, large body leaning over yours to connect your lips.

The kiss was slow and sweet, you could feel his tension from the day slipping away as your fingers threaded into his soft locks.

He had spent the day training with your brothers and some of the other guys, his body sore and aching when they got back to the house.

It didn’t help that he found you tanning out in the yard with his favorite bikini hugging your body, you felt the same way seeing him walk through the side gate shirtless, toned stomach glistening in the afternoon sun.

You tried to sneak off when he disappeared to shower but your eldest brother needed your help with something when he saw you walking through the door and by the time you were done Trevor was all done and dressed.

He pulled his soft lips from yours, leaving one more peck behind before snuggling into your side hand moving up to hold your boob through your tank top while he turned his attention to the TV.

You giggled at his antics a hand moving back to his hair to play with the soft locks as you both watched the movie that was playing on your tv.

It wasn’t long before his lips were trailing along your throat and his hand was moving from your boob to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

His thick fingers teased the elastic daring to slip below the cotton shorts but your hand was quick to reach for his wrist before they could.

“Z we can’t, my brothers are home” you sighed, no matter how bad you wanted him you couldn’t risk one of the boys hearing, especially with Jack being across the hall.

This was the worst part of hiding your relationship, you’d spent the last ten months tangled up in his sheets in Anaheim far away from your brothers, far from any boundaries or risks.

You’d been attending school out there and Trevor was asked to do one simple thing by your brothers; keep an eye on you make you feel at home.

And boy did he make sure you were well taken care of.

And as hard as it was to keep your hands to yourself and not draw any attention to you two, you missed him and his touch. But your brothers reactions would be worse, especially Quinn who had very little trust in Trevor.

“Baby please, I’m dying here.” He groaned dramatically flopping onto his back.

Your eyes trailed over his tan body eyes catching the prominent boner pushing against the cotton of his pants.

“You’re too loud to have sex” you laughed softly, it wasn’t you that you were worried about, it was Trevor and his loud gasps, deep grunts, and heavy curses.

He pouted as he pushed himself up against the headboard pulling your warm body over his, resting his hands on your hips he looked at you with lusty pleading eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be sex, I’ll take anything, please baby I miss feeling you.” He whined hands gripping at you desperately pulling you closer.

He was so warm beneath you, his chest strong and firm beneath your hands as you ran them over his fabric covered chest.

“You have to be quiet.”

“I can be quiet, I promise.” He blushed nodding along to your words.

You loved when you had him like this, yes you loved when he’d bend you over and fuck you stupid but there was something about him desperate and needy below you, ready to do anything and everything to please you and get his release.

You moved back giving yourself enough room to pull your shorts off watching Trevor’s confused eyes as you threw them on the floor, your panties remaining on.

“Pull your sweats down, leave your boxers on.” You instructed.

He did as you asked shoving the material down his legs throwing them onto the floor landing them right next to your discarded shorts.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock stretching his boxers, the small damp spot where the tip of his cock had been.

He watched on as you climbed back up his body hovering your body right over where he needed you most, teasing, waiting to see if he’d break and pull you down, have his way with you.

But no he waited patiently, waited for you to drop down and rut your cunt against his aching cock and oh was it worth the wait.

Pleasure shot through your body at the contact, Trevor’s hands gripping desperately at your waist as your hips ground down again. His head dropped back against the headboard a choked gasp breaking free as you kept going.

Trevor felt like his skin was burning, his body full of a desperate need to feel you, the pleasure he felt each time the warmth of your cunt pressed down against his cotton boxers the unbearable friction causing breathless moans to escape his throat.

The sight above was one you’d never forget, his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes open, skin flushed and hot, baby hairs sticking to the sweat beginning to build on his forehead. He looked so good desperate and needy for you.

You could feel it too, feel the burn in your legs as you continued to rock against him. The pleasure was something you’d never felt before, so good yet still leaving you with the need for more.

The need to feel his cock deep in you while you rode him like there was no tomorrow, nothing stopping you from taking what you wanted-but you couldn’t, not now, this would have to do.

“Fuck-“ his voice was raw and rough, a small crack breaking through as the pleasure in his spine built up.

He couldn’t help himself when his hips bucked up involuntarily the pleasure shooting through both of you, throwing you off your hands clung to his shirt the material balled up in your hands.

His hands shook against you, chest heaving as the pleasure consumed him and all his senses. He’s whimpering out small pleas, begging you not to stop, to keep going, to keep rubbing yourself on his cock.

You couldn’t stop if your wanted, the pleasure unbearable yet so overwhelming. Your body burned hot with need as you rocked harder and faster on his cock.

Trevor can tell your getting close by the way your body begins to shake with need, movements getting sloppy as the pleasure begins to consume all of you, your soft whines filling the quiet room.

He thinks about the way you’d be hugging his cock if he were fucking you right now, how he’d be struggling to move from how tight you’d be around him, how your nails would be digging into the skin of his back.

His boxers are soaked, a mixture of his leaking cock and wetness from your dripping cunt. It’s slick, wet-messy, but oh so so hot.

Trevor’s eyes shoot open at the sound of a little to loud moan breaking free from you, a smirk tugging at his lips at the sound.

Who was the loud one now?

He pulled your head towards his locking your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and lazy lip locks. He swallows any moans you release as you chase your high on top of him.

He sits back watching as you take what you need, hips rolling hard, desperate, needy. You don’t know what you need but something’s missing, something to get you right over that edge.

“Pull your boxers down, now-please” you begged desperately lifting yourself for a moment to allow him the space.

Trevor didn’t need to be told twice as he did what you asked pushing the damp material down his thick and red cock sprung free.

You pushed your panties to the side not giving him anytime to overthink your actions before you were sliding down on his cock.

“Oh god-fuck.” He groaned into your neck as the warmth of your walls hugged him tightly.

You rocked back and forth a few times before the band in your stomach broke body and legs shaking as you collapsed into Trevor’s chest.

He hugged you close helping you through your high as your body came down from the overwhelming sensation.

His hands continued guiding you back and forth on his cock chasing a high of his own and when it finally came he swore he’d never came that hard before.

His body tensed as the heat washed over him, hands shaking as they gripped the skin of your ass, teeth biting into your shoulder to muffle his cries.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the warmth sending another wave of heat through your spent body.

His chest heaved as he pulled back eyes locking with your blown out ones.

He pulled you in for a heavy kiss, lips moving against yours while his hands tangled your hair between his fingers.

“I don’t know where the fuck that came from, but we’re doing that again sometime.” He laughed when you pulled apart.

“Agreed.” You smiled bashfully.

You two stayed like that for a minute before getting up and cleaning yourselves up in your attached bathroom, climbing back into bed once you were all clean and sorted.

“Think we were quiet enough?” He asked.

“You did good, hopefully the bed wasn’t loud”. You smiled up at him from where you rested on his chest.

It was no more than ten minutes later that a text from Jack popped up on your phone.

Jacky

Disgusting freaks, we’re talking about soundproofing your walls at breakfast tomorrow🤢

-

@kawhh this one was for you pooks, enjoy!

Kaiden wasn’t to surprised to see your name pop up on his screen, you two were friends because of your brother but you didn’t text all that often.

But when he saw what you were asking he truly had no surprise in his body as he read the words that your friends had left you and you were drunk and alone at the bar.

He already had your location from the last time he had to pick you up from the club when your friends abandoned you so he sent a quick ‘Omw’ and was out the door.

Pulling up to the bar fifteen minutes he was lucky to find a close parking spot before hopping out and making his way inside.

His eyes instantly found your body sitting at the bar your hair curled just the way he liked with that little dress hugging your body.

Hearing the stool next to you pull out your head shot up a look of relief filling your face at the sight of Kaiden.

“What happened birthday girl? Where are all your friends.” He asked softly.

You took a moment to look over his appearance, it was clear he’d been lounging around his apartment by the hoodie and joggers he sported, he didn’t have a hat on for once letting his blonde hair fall freely over his forehead.

he looked so pretty

“They left me..again” you mumbled staring down at your drink pitifully.

You heard him order a glass of whiskey before he replied, “Where’d they go this time?”

Sadly this wasn’t the first time your so called friends had left you on a night out only this time it happened to be your birthday celebration.

Typically they’d find hot guys and it wouldn’t take long for them to be dishing you a goodbye and following them out the door and into the back of an Uber.

The first few times it happened you called your older brother to come and get you but after the third time and a scolding you knew it was better not to.

So that’s where Kaiden came in, he was close to Arber so he was close to you. He always seemed to be around and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on the defenseman.

So when your brother said if he had to rescue you from an abandoned night one more time then he’d take your phone and block your so called friends you started calling Kaiden and he always came.

“Same as always, some guys were flirting with them and they went home with them.” You shrugged finally giving him your eyes.

“But it’s your birthday, they left just like that?” He questioned.

“Their excuse was that my actual birthday isn’t till tomorrow and they’d make sure to make it up to me.” You laughed at their pathetic excuse.

Kaiden shook his head at your words, he hated how they treated you but it wasn’t his place to tell you what to do or who to be friends with.

Only thing he could do was try to make the rest of the night fun for you and that’s what he planned on doing.

Checking his watch he saw it was 11pm on the dot, meaning he had an hour to make sure you started your birthday off right.

“Come on, let’s go play a round of pool” he spoke as he stood up holding a hand out for you.

“I don’t know how to play.” You laughed.

“I’ll teach you.” He shrugged before downing the rest of his drink and ordering a beer for himself and a Shirley temple for you.

Twenty minutes later Kaiden found out you weren’t lying when you said you were bad, the table was scratched from your endless misses and he could see the frustration growing on your face.

No matter how many tips or tricks he offered they weren’t helping, you still couldn’t get a good grip on the pool stick and your aim was awful.

“Here, let me show you.” He laughed setting his drink down and moving behind you.

His hand stilled as he reached for the stick, should he get this close? Were you okay with him getting this close?

“If you don’t mind.” He added nervously.

“I don’t mind, I need all the help I get. I’m embarrassing myself here.” You huffed in reply looking around the somewhat filled bar.

Kaiden took a step closer, chest pressed up against your back as he instructed you to grab the pool stick.

“Okay you need to bend yourself at an angle, wanna be able to see the ball and where you’re aiming.” He spoke softly.

You did as he said bending over so you were closer to the table but from the soft laugh behind you something told you that you were still wrong.

“No, like this.”

Kaiden didn’t think about it when his hands pulled at your hips, pulling you back slightly before pressing your lower back so you weren’t as stiff.

Your breath hitched at the touch, this felt very intimate and you hated how your body tingled from his touch.

What you weren’t ready for was his body to bend with yours, his face inches from your ear as his hand moved up to cup yours on the pool stick.

“Still okay?” He questioned.

“Mhm”

Your brain was jumping at the contact of his calloused hands, his warm body pressed against yours in a way that would send your brother into shock.

“And then you wanna pull ba-Are you even listening?” He chuckled, the sound sending a wave of heat through your body.

He could see the apples of your cheeks tint red at his words, he wasn’t dumb he felt the way your body reacted to his, the little sounds that left your mouth when he pressed up against you.

“Yeah, of course I am” you scoffed but he could hear the nerves in your voice.

“You sure?”

He was closer this time, much closer. Your eyes meeting his as he moved his body up more this time positioning himself next to you.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips, they were temping, light pink and plump begging to be tinted red from your lipstick.

Kaiden caught your eyes and he’d be lying if he said the same thoughts weren’t running through his mind. He was itching to see how you looked with swollen lips and blown out eyes, his hand around your throat as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck it” he mumbled.

You didn’t get a chance to reply before his lips were on yours, his hands pulling you up and pressing your chest to his. The kiss was filthy, you wasted no time to respond to his desperate movements.

He groaned softly as your fingers tangled into his hair at the nape of his neck, his large hands tight against your waist as your lips moved in tandem.

He finally pulled away when he needed air, both of you panting as your eyes locked and you thought about your actions.

“My brother-“

“Doesn’t have to know.” He finished for you.

Arber not know you just kissed his best friend? Not know that you had feelings for the blonde? The man you lived with who happened to live the floor below Kaiden.

“But-“

“No buts, you always put everyone before yourself and I’m tired of standing back and watching it. Let me show you how important you are, how much you deserve to be loved and taken care of..please.” He cut you off, blue eyes pleading with you to give him a chance.

“Okay..but if he finds out you’re the one that’s dealing with him.” You spoke.

“Deal.” He laughed bringing you in for another kiss this one much hotter then the first, his hands roaming this time running under the hem of your dress cupping your ass.

“We can’t do this here” you shuddered the feeling of his hands had the throb between your thighs growing.

Kaiden knew he wasn’t going to make it home, and while he wasn’t one for public sex he knew he had to have you now.

“Come with me.” He pulled you behind him.

You followed him silently as he walked you two towards the restaurant part of the bar which was now closed at the late hour.

He looked around not seeing a soul in sight he was quick to pull you behind a tall wall, pinning you against the host stand you stood at only a few hours earlier.

“Kaiden! What if someone sees.” You panicked looking around for anyone that could see.

“Baby the restaurant has been closed for hours, nobody is over here anymore we’re okay.” He reassured you, his lips moving to your neck.

“You sure?”

“Positive.” He nodded lips working over your sensitive skin kissing down to the top of your breasts that showed through the top.

You whimpered when he found your sweet spot his mouth sucking on the skin as one of his skilled hands trailed down your body and under your dress.

Your body shuddered at the feeling of his touch, his middle finger running over the lace of your panties before pulling them down.

You stepped out of the material whimpering as he stuffed them into his back pocket, he shot you a cocky wink before he was rolling your dress up giving him a view of your dripping cunt.

“So wet for me baby.” He cooed, fingers running through your folds as he prepped you to take his cock.

“Kaiden” you panted, hands gripping his hoodie for stability as pleasure spread through your body. A hot fire began burning your skin as his continued to work you open.

His lips swallowed yours when he slipped one inside of you, careful to mask your noises so nobody caught on to what was happening if they did happen to overhear.

You shook against him as he pumped his finger in and out, adding a second when he felt you were ready for more of him.

“Please..” you weren’t sure what exactly you were even begging for, you just knew you needed more-more of him.

“Please what baby?”

“Fuck me, please Kaiden. I need it.” You begged him hands reaching for the drawstring of his joggers.

“It is my birthday after all.” You added with a pleading look.

Kaiden picked up his free hand to look at his wrist, the heavy metal read 11:35 meaning you had 25 more minutes before it was really your birthday.

“Still got 25 minutes baby, but you’ve had a bad night so I’ll be nice.” He smirked.

You hated how empty and cold you felt when he removed his fingers and stepped back to grab his wallet from his pocket.

You watched as he pulled out the little gold packet before pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his mushroom head cock red and glistening with precum, you couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to stroke him softly spreading the cum down his shaft.

“Oh fuck” he gulped at the feeling your soft hand wrapping around him.

You took the condom from him stretching the latex over his thick cock watching with need as it hugged him perfectly.

“Turn around pretty girl.” He said, his tone commanding.

You did as he said bracing yourself against the wooden stand waiting for him as he spread your legs and positioned himself.

He didn’t waste anytime, his hips pressing forward as he slid his cock inside you. His strong hands gripping your hips as he got his pace steady.

Fuck he was big

Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as he pulled back and pushed himself into you again, this time bottoming out as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you.

He couldn’t help letting out a quiet moan himself when your body locked up around him, his grip on your hips tightening as he gave both of you a second.

That didn’t last very long before he pulled out again this time setting a fast pace his cock splitting you open as you hung onto the stand for dear life.

You did your absolute best to remain quiet, eyes clenched shut as you put all your focus on not letting the entire place hear how good he was making you feel.

“That’s it baby.” He muttered to himself, “taking it so fucking good.”

Your pussy fluttered at his words, each stroke of his cock was hitting you just right never failing to miss your sweet spot. Every nerve in your body on fire from the way he was fucking you, it was addictive, you were desperate for anything he was willing to give you.

You gasped when one of his arms hooked around you middle, pulling you flush against his chest as his thrusts somehow went even faster.

“Feel good baby?” He hummed in your ear, lips moving down your body in hot wet kisses, teeth nipping your skin in all the right places.

Feel good? It felt fucking amazing, your whole body felt like it was going to explode by the way he fucked you.

“Yes!, god yes. Feels so fucking good.” You whimpered voice barely there your nails dug into the cotton covering his arm as you held on for support.

Kaiden could feel your walls hugging him with each thrust, your orgasm no doubt closing in but he never let up. His thrusts were strong, each stroke more precise than the last.

His pace was punishing as he held you pinned to him, one of his large hands gripping your throat as he turned your face to pull you into a hot kiss.

It was all teeth and tongue, hot and sloppy as he fought you for dominance that you quickly gave up.

Your body was clenching him so tight as the pressure in your lower stomach built, it was all consuming, clouding your brain to the point it was all you could think about.

Him, it was all Kaiden, the way he touched you, kissed you, held you, fucked you.

This was an addiction you’d never come back from and you didn’t mind, not one bit.

“Go ahead baby, come for me. Show me what the birthday girl has been keeping from me.”

And with that your whole body tensed, the band in your lower stomach bursting as you came all over the condom. His hand shot from your throat to cover your mouth as you moaned into the skin at the overwhelming feeling.

His arm around your body tightening to help keep you standing as your legs shook, almost to the point of giving out as he continued to pound into you.

It wasn’t to long after your climax that Kaiden came himself, a deep guttural groan coming from him as he fucked you through his high.

You both panted breathlessly as you came back down to earth, both of your minds clouded with a post sex haze.

He rested you against the host stand as he pulled out of your dripping cunt, pulling the condom off and tying it he was quick to pull his pants up and your dress back down.

He couldn’t help himself when he smirked at your dazed expression when you turned to face him, eyes glossy, cheeks rosy, mascara slightly smeared from the tear tracks that stained your face.

He pulled you in for a kiss, this one much sweeter then any of the other ones you shared so far tonight, his hand cupping your cheek softly.

“Happy birthday pretty girl.” He smiled when he pulled back.

“Best birthday ever.” You cheesed back.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” You nodded in confirmation.

Kaiden was happy that he could end your awful night on a good note, happy that you were giving him a chance to show you a love you deserved.

“Wanna go back to mine?” He asked.

“Yes, I need out of these heels.” You groaned.

“Come on, let’s go get you into bed.” He smiled picking you up off your feet and carrying you to his car.

You knew you’d have to tell Arber eventually but right now that wasn’t on your mind, right now the only thing you were thinking about was how lucky you were to have Kaiden in your life.

Luke had no clue what had had gotten into you from the time you arrived at the event to when you made him pull into a more secluded part of the parking garage and proceeded to climb over the center console once it was parked.

But he knew he wasn’t complaining, especially when your hands tangled in his messy curls and your lips locked with his in a heated kiss.

He was quick to move the seat back giving you all the room you needed as your hips began to grind down over his now semi hard cock.

“Fuck” he panted when your lips moved down to his thick neck, sucking teasingly at that spot right below his ear.

His hands were rested on your waist allowing you to do what you needed, and take what you wanted.

The brunette was beyond lost but he knew for sure there was no way in hell he was stoping your wandering hands as they moved towards the button of his jeans.

It was a small struggle but soon his jeans and boxers were pushed down enough for his cock to spring free, Luke groaned as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock pumping him softly.

His movements were fast as he rolled your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side allowing your to slide down on his cock.

Your head dropped back as the pleasurable burn spread through your body from how he stretched you out, it didn’t matter how many times you took Luke it always burned in the best way.

You both shared a twin moan as you reached the base of his cock, Luke could feel the way your cunt clenched and pulsed around him as you allowed yourself a second to adjust.

“Shit” you panted locking eyes with his dark hazel ones.

You couldn’t help but smirk at his dazed expression the way his chest heaved and how tight his hands had been gripping your hips giving you enough motivation to start moving.

His nails dug into your skin pulling a sharp hiss from your throat as you began to move your hips, bouncing in a steady rhythm.

“So good baby, so fucking good” he grunted below you.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Mhm, love when you get like this.” He nodded leaning back more in the seat.

He gave you enough room to shift onto your knees more the new position not only allowing you to move faster but pushing Luke even deeper inside of you.

You moaned out as his cock hit your sweet spot the feeling sending a ripple of pleasure through your sweaty body.

After a few more minutes of you bouncing on his cock Luke noticed the way your hips began to slow and your movements not as erratic.

And with the way your cunt began to pulse around his cock before letting go he knew you were close, the shaking of your thighs being the last clue he needed.

His hands moved under your ass giving it a firm slap before he began to guide you on his cock returning the the previous rhythm you’d had.

“I’m close-Luke, fuck” you mumbled the delicious burn in your lower stomach getting stronger and stronger.

“Come for me baby, fucked my cock so good you deserve it.” He cooed.

Luke allowed himself to lean up slightly lips trailing all over the heated skin of your neck sucking and pulling at the hot skin.

Feeling the burn of his teeth sink into your sweet spot mixed with how good his cock felt inside of you sent you over the edge.

Luke shot a hand up to cover your mouth at the small screech you let out, his large hand covering your slack mouth doing his best to quiet your noises.

The windows might be tinted and 100% fogged up right now it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on in the moving car, last thing he needed was someone hearing what only he was allowed to.

His body shook below you his orgasm following not to far behind yours he fucked the both of you through your highs, only stopping when he could feel your mixed release sliding down his cock.

You collapsed against his heaving chest, body completely spent as you recovered from the strong orgasm.

It was Luke who finally broke the comfortable silence after a few minutes, “Can I ask where the hell this came from?” He asked softly.

You blushed at his question fingers fiddling with a loose thread on the sleeve of his black shirt, “It’s kinda embarrassing.” You blushed.

“Baby you just fucked me in a public parking garage, I don’t think there’s any reason to be shy.” He laughed.

You couldn’t deny that one, “I’ve been horny all day but we were busy and then we came to this event and seeing you with all those kids and your arms flexing when you picked someone or something up just sent me over the edge I guess.” You told him honestly.

You knew both of you weren’t ready for kids now or anytime in the near future but that didn’t stop your body from being obsessed at the sight of Luke playing with kids and putting the image of it one day being your baby in your head.

“Good ole breeding Kink huh?” He smirked.

“Luke!” You scolded hitting his arm as you sat up fully.

“I’m just teasing baby, feels good to know I turn you on easy.” He smiled giving you a soft kiss.

“I’m just too sexy to resist and that’s okay, so are you.” He teased once you two pulled apart.

“Okay Mr egotistical.” You laughed.

You two began to clean up the best you could in the car before redressing and fixing yourselves into your own seats.

Within a few minutes you two were on the road and on the way home.

“That was fun by the way.” He spoke up after a couple minutes of the radio being the only thing that filled the car.

“Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You smirked.

Looks like you two unlocked a new mutual kink..

-

You hadn’t thought twice when Kirby gave you a kiss and said he was going for a haircut, you kissed him back and reminded him to be home in time for your dinner reservations.

An hour and a half later you were seated at your vanity when you heard the door open and arms soon wrap around you while Kirby’s head tucked into your neck.

You could feel the tickle of his scruff the trimmed hair leaving a delicious tingle behind as you pulled away to greet him properly.

“Hi bab-your hair, what did you do to it?” You cut yourself off noticing the usually styled and slicked back locks were loosely placed on his forehead and relaxed.

“I trimmed it but he was out of the gel I like so I just said I’d style it at home.” He shrugged.

“Don’t” you rushed out, cheeks heating as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Why?” He smirked.

“I-I like it, looks good like that.” You blushed even darker from being put on the spot.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm”

With a shrug and a nod of his head Kirby pulled away placing a kiss to your head before he disappeared into the walk in closet thoughts running through his mind.

You however sat there with a dull throb beginning between your legs, if there was one thing you loved on Kirby it was his messy hair. Something about the way it looked after your fingers were tangled in it all night or how it fell perfectly on lazy days at home when he used no product.

You knew keeping your hands to yourself tonight would be a struggle especially since Kirby always requested a private booth at the restaurant where no prying eyes could be on the two of you.

Soon the both of you were dressed and heading out the door, Kirby’s dark green sweatshirt hugging his toned arms just right.

He made sure to walk behind you on the way to the elevator to grab a sight at the way your ass looked in your skirt, the tight material hugging it in just the right spots.

He couldn’t help himself from slapping the curve of your ass as he opened the door of his G-wagon for you.

“Kirby!” You scolded but the smile on your face showed you didn’t really mind.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help myself.” He teased before shutting your door and rounding the car to get in on his own side.

The feeling was mutual it took everything in your body not to lock him in the bedroom and say fuck the reservations when he walked out of the closet in that damn sweater, his expensive cologne filling your senses, the watch you bought him for his birthday sitting pretty on his wrist.

You both behaved on the way to the restaurant light conversation filling the car as he told you about all the prep the team had planned before their long road trip coming up.

Once you two got into the restaurant the host was quick to guide you to your usual booth in the far back of the restaurant away from the normal restaurant.

Kirby slid in first and you quickly followed both of you looking over the menu despite already having a good idea of what you wanted.

It was kinda cheesy to some people that you two went to the same restaurant for date nights a lot but it had became a part of your routine and when the foods that good, nothing beats it.

“So Rob thinks I need to dye my beard.” He spoke up.

“Why?” You questioned confused as to why his Barber would suggest that.

“When he was trimming my beard he said the parts around my mouth are lighter than the rest, like they’d been bleached or something.” He smirked.

“Oh my god.” You were positive you were as red as a fire truck, humiliation, embarrassment, but also amusement flowing through your bones.

“He didn’t ask why did he?” You cringed.

“No and I acted clueless, didn’t really wanna tell the guy it’s from eating my girlfriend out a lot.” He laughed.

Your hands flew to cover your face as a soft laugh fell from you as well, “That’s awful Kirby.”

“Hey at least he didn’t know what it was from.” He shrugged.

You looked up at him to find him already staring at your with a look of pure amusement, however the curls on his forehead once again caught your attention.

His polished but messy hair look really doing numbers for you, and that familiar throb was back between your thighs.

“What?” He asked, his own cheeks turning red from your heated stare.

“Nothing, just admiring how handsome you are.” You smiled leaning up to kiss his jaw softly before returning to your menu.

-

The rest of dinner went teasingly well, Kirby’s hand lingering high on your thigh his thick fingers occasionally slipping under the material of your skirt earning him soft gasps here and there.

But you didn’t let his actions go without consequences as your own hand rested on his thigh, manicured nails scratching against the inside of his denim covered thighs.

Needless to say by the time you two were standing to make it to the car you were praying you didn’t have a wet spot on your skirt and Kirby’s was adjusting his jeans the best he could to hide his bulge.

However your games didn’t end in the car your hand quickly resumed its spot on his thigh however this time it rested right below where he needed you most.

Kirby could feel his breathing hitch every time one of your nails inched a tiny bit higher doing his absolute best not to thrust up into your touch.

“Baby?” He spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to move your hand or I’m gonna cum before we even make it home.” He panted.

You looked over at him heat flowing taking over your body at the sight of his flushed face, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight they were white.

Taking false pity on the man you moved your hand down just a bit using the other to unbuckle your seat belt.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Just stay still and pay attention to the road Kirby” you instructed.

You noticed you were about ten minutes from home and that’s exactly what you needed to get what you wanted from him.

Reaching over you unbuttoned his jeans before pulling down the zipper, Kirby lifted his hips out of instinct to help get the material down enough for his cock to spring free.

“Oh fuck” he gasped feeling your cold hand wrap around the base of his cock before you stoked him slowly.

Kirby thought he was going to explode at the feeling of your lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses on the tip of his cock venturing as far down as you could before you returned to the tip.

This time your tongue poked out to slowly circle the tip, moving deliberately slow earning a deep sigh from the man above you.

He drops one of his hands from the steering wheel to tangle in your styled hair and when he pulls on the roots just enough to tell you to knock your shit off your mouth swallows him.

Your movements are hungry and desperate, your hand still wrapped around his cock moving in sync with your mouth squeezing the base just the way he likes.

Kirby was doing his best to keep his eyes open and focus on the road ahead, his chest heaving in and out as his soft grunts of pleasure filled the car.

Thank god for tinted Windows the Canadian thought.

“Fuck baby, getting close” he panted.

He laughed softly as you gave him a thumbs up but it was quickly cut off when he felt your lips back on the head of his cock.

His sounds grow louder as your mouth drops back down, wet mouth moving with hunger as your hand follows right behind with a tight hold.

Kirby doesn’t mean to but he pulls your hair hard enough to guide a moan out of your throat and the simple vibration of your throat is what sends the man over the edge.

“I’m coming.” He chokes out in a warning.

He groans loudly from the pleasure flooding his body his body heaving as you continue to stroke him through his high, only coming back up once you know he’s done coming.

And right as you sit back in your seat he’s pulling into his reserved spot in the parking garage.

“What in the hell was that?” He smiled over at you with a look of shock.

“Couldn’t help myself, you looked too good over there.” You smirked.

He shook his head before moving to tuck himself back into his jeans, getting out of the car he moved to your side and opened the door for you.

Pushing you against the cold doors he dipped his head down he made sure he was eye to eye before speaking up.

“You get a head start, I want you in nothing but your bra and panties when I get up there.” He instructed handing you the keys to the apartment before stepping back.

He laid a swat to your ass and with that you were off and running for the elevator.

Needless to say neither of you got much sleep that night and neither did the neighbors next door.

Arber watched you from across the bar, the way your hips swayed to the music that blared through the speakers.

Your little jean shorts far too short for his liking but he was a secure man and his woman wore what she wanted.

You could feel his eyes burning into your back-more specifically your ass making you move your hips even slower.

“He’s been watching since we started dancing.” Your friend spoke up a tiny smirk on her face.

“I know.” You shrugged smirk mirroring her’s as you turned your back to her, ass rubbing against her front as you locked eyes with Arber.

His head shook at your antics setting his glass down on the bar he stood, his large frame causing heads to turn as he made his way to you.

You bit your lip as you caught the look in his eyes, they were dark and serious but you could see the lust hiding deep down.

Your friends body was pulled away into the arms of her boyfriend just as Arber reached you, his own hands wrapping around your waist to pull you close before they shamelessly landed on your ass.

“Every man here has been watching you move your body like that.” He mumbled into your hair.

“So have you.” You teased.

“Yeah but you’re mine, I can watch and touch all I want.”

He tried to hide his smirk at the way you took in a sharp breath body unconsciously moving closer to his as your eyes locked in a strong stare.

“Maybe we need to let everyone know that” he continued.

“I can think of a few ways” you teased.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm” you nodded not giving him a chance to think before your hand was reaching for the black cowboy hat on his head.

“Y/n-“ he tried but was cut off by your teasing tone watching as you placed the hat on your head.

“-what’s that rule again? If you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?” You raised a brow attempting to step back but his strong hands held you in place.

“Yeah..something like that.” Arber breathed, his heart racing at the sight of you wearing his hat and how good you looked.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Take me home cowboy.”

-

Arber had your body pressed against the front door the second it shut, his hand resting on the base of your throat as his lips locked with yours in a desperate kiss.

He was anything but gentle as his lips assaulted yours, teeth nipping your bottom lip pulling a whimper from your throat.

You moaned when he forced your thighs apart with his knee, his own denim covered thigh coming to rest between them.

Your hands fisted his dark locks and pulled hard, smirking into the kiss when he grunted at the sharp pain.

His free hand moved down to your shorts making quick work of the button, moving back slightly he tugged them down your thighs.

You gasped when his thigh returned to its spot, a wet spot instantly forming on the expensive denim as you grounded your hips down on him.

“That little stunt get you this wet baby?” He smirked.

You couldn’t speak, the burn of your lace thong and denim of his jeans as you continued to move against him taking up your thoughts-it hurt so good.

“Where’d my little slut from the bar go? Huh? You were the one rushing home and look at you now desperate and needy.” He spat his large hands wrapping around your hips pushing you down harder on his thigh.

“Arber” you breathed the pleasure in your lower stomach building quickly.

He smirked down at you, knowing how easy it was for him to gain control over you it didn’t matter what show you put on-Once his hands were on you, you were a puddle of lust and need.

He watched as your hips humped his thigh faster and faster chasing your climax and right as he saw your thighs starting to shake he pulled away.

Your eyes flew open at the loss of contact, angry and frustrated at the denied orgasm you spat his name.

“What the fuck??” You growled.

“If you’re coming, it’s gonna be with you on top of me.” Arber answered not missing the small whimper you released at his words.

He pulled you towards the master bedroom stripping you completely before pushing you onto the bed before removing his own clothes, keeping the black cowboy hat on.

You watched as he climbed into the bed his strong back resting against the wooden headboard as he got comfortable.

“What are you waiting for? Giddy up cowgirl.” He smirked.

“Arber-

“-Don’t tell me you’re backing out baby, rules are rules sweetheart and you got yourself in this position. So get your ass uphere.”

He watched in amusement as you puffed out a breath of frustration, cursing him under your breath.

Nonetheless your body came crawling up the bed as you straddled his lap not forgetting to take the hat from his head to place on your own.

You both shared a twin moan as his cock came in contact with your cunt, sliding down slowly as you took all of this thick length.

“Fuck” you breathed as the familiar burn of pleasure came from between your legs, you puffy clit from riding his thigh not helping the sensitivity.

After a short moment to adjust you began rocking your hips back and forth finding a steady rhythm before you quickly changed to bouncing.

Arber’s head dropped back against the headboard, pleasure filling his body as your cunt hugged his cock tightly.

“So good baby, always feel so good for me.” He cooed reaching his thick hands up to cup your breasts.

You cried out he pinched your nipples between his fingers, pulling slightly before he switched back to rubbing them.

The moan that broke from your throat as he shifted forward to wrap his lips around them was downright pornographic, his cock shifting deeper inside you hitting that sweet spot inside you just right.

“Shit Arber, s’ so good” you panted chest heaving as his lips left wet kisses all around teeth nipping at the skin before he returned to your breasts.

He growled as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders hips now moving faster as you desperately chased your high.

The sound of skin slapping filled the large room, the headboard beginning to bang against the wall behind it as the bed shook.

Arber couldn’t help himself as his hands moved behind your back gripping your ass in both hands he began to move you on his cock.

Leaning back he added the help of his hips, thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace had a squeal falling from you.

“I-I’m getting close.” You sobbed, tears of pleasure spilling over your waterline causing your makeup to run. Arber loved it, something about watching your mascara and eyeliner run always turned him on.

“Yeah? Go ahead baby, come for me like a good girl” he encouraged.

By this point it was him doing all the work, your body to overcome by pleasure as your eyes started to roll back and toes curl.

A strong hand came to the back of your neck, pulling your lips down to his Arber locked them in a hot kiss.

He could taste the saltiness of your tears as you moaned into his mouth, he knew by the way your pussy had a death grip around him that you were close.

It only took a few more thrusts before you fell flat against his chest body shaking as your orgasm wrecked your body, legs shaking and cunt spasming around Arber.

Your orgasm is what pulled Arber over the edge himself, he cursed loudly as he fucked into you as he came.

You whimpered at the warm feeling of him filling you up, thank goodness for birth control you thought.

He collapsed against the bed after you he finished fucking you through your shared high, both of your chests heaving as you laid there motionless.

You hadn’t even realized you still had his hat on until he pulled it from your head and tossed it to the other side of the bed.

He lifted your head to peck your lips softly, “Did so good for me baby” he praised kissing you one more time before pulling out of you and standing up.

You watched his frame walk into the attached bathroom, the sound of running water soon meeting your ears.

He came back a few moments later to gather you in his arms taking you into the bathroom he sat you in the bubble bath.

You wished he could get in with you but you tried it once and it was quickly apparent his large frame did not fit in the small tub.

However he did sit on his knees as he cleaned you up, kissing the side of your head he stepped away to climb into the shower opposite of the tub.

You watched him shower allowing the warm water to sooth your muscles and soreness that would no doubt be between your legs in the morning.

Once you were both cleaned off he picked you up from the bath and dried you off, pulling your fluffy robe over your body he guided you to your side of the his and hers sinks.

He got your makeup wipes and cleaned your face before turning you around, brushing and braiding your wet hair for you.

One thing about Arber is that he’s a pro at aftercare, it’s something he takes very seriously especially since he get can a little rough in bed at times.

He dressed the both of you before you climbed into bed together he pulled you close, kissing the top of your head as you rested it against his chest.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, it was good getting out feels like forever since the last time we did.” You smiled.

It wasn’t his fault, the season had been busy with traveling and back to back games and with your own job thrown in there just wasn’t much time for anything else.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” He smiled.

You kissed his bare chest in reply turning to allow sleep to over take your tired body but right as you were on the edge of sleep a thought struck your mind.

“Can I ride you in your cowboy hat more often? It was hot.”

“Go to bed Y/n” he growled pinching your hip causing a giggle to break free from you.