Need
Need Series Part 1
K.I. Lynn and N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: New Adult, Erotica, Romance
March 3, 2015
Blurb
Sometimes love happens at first sight, even when you’re at an age where you can’t comprehend what it means.
It was just a crush. They were only kids, after all. But what happens when that feeling never goes away?
Brayden and Kira have been neighbors for years, and best friends since they met. They have a connection that is evident to many, and it’s haunted them their whole lives.
Teenage hormones rage, turning their friendship into something neither can handle. The attraction is carnal, all-consuming, and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before Brayden loses control.
Everything slams to a halt when their single parents decide to get remarried . . . to each other. Bad decisions and broken friendships make living across the hall from the one person you want above all difficult. Luckily for Brayden, it’s only for a few months before he’s off to college in another state, leaving Kira to face high school alone.
Brayden tries to stay away, to forget her, but it’s an impossible task he fails at time and time again. Kira is morphing from a sexy teenager to an irresistible woman, one that knows what she wants and seems hell-bent on getting it.
As Kira’s eighteenth birthday approaches, Brayden has a decision to make. Does he keep running away from the thing he wants the most or does he run toward it?
Is it possible to ever be happy without the one person you need?
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"I'm Brayden, baby. The man you've been dreaming about your whole life. And I'm about to fucking show you why."
Part 1 of a 2 part series.
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Excerpt
Brayden
My hand is actually shaking when I reach up and grab the thin fabric between my thumb and index finger. Kira goes utterly still, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
One move, a tiny pull, and the purple evidence I’d left behind is bared to me.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, with the exception of her expression while we were kissing last night. I love it.
If I could, I’d strip her down right now and give her another five or six of them.
Groaning softly, I bend just enough to drop a kiss on the hickey I gave her. She tenses against me and gasps. Melting into her, I place my hands on the wall next to her head, bracing myself, and set in, tonguing her neck over and over.
Right on my mark.
I bite it, fighting the urge to go hard, make it deeper, larger.
Kira fists my T-shirt, but she doesn’t push me away. She seems stuck between pulling me closer or keeping me where I am. A small whimper reaches my ears.
This is what I’m going to do to every inch of you one day, I think as I swirl my tongue around her skin.
But not today.
Not. Today.
I feel like someone is purposely poisoning me, slowly killing my life force one cell at a time. I told myself I’d wait, but how do I do that when her body is fucking screaming for me?
I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way.
Damn this shit.
Somehow, I find the resolve to place a soft kiss on her cheek and move back to look at her.
Her big eyes are uncertain. They gut me. Make me wonder how I could deny this to myself for so long.
“I didn’t go off with anyone last night,” I repeat, speaking slow so that my words sink in and she gets what I’m telling her. She still doesn’t seem to believe me. It pisses me off that her eyes doubt me, more than I can properly describe in words.
Curling my hand around her jaw, I stare into her eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you, Kira.” I want to give her some time to assimilate that, for it to sink into her head.
But I can’t wait anymore.
I lean down and press my lips to hers, yelling at myself to take it easy this time. To not go at her like some beast again.
One feel of her lips, the taste of her gasp against my mouth, and my plan gets shot straight to hell.
Holy God, this girl drugs me, her scent, her heat, the wet lushness of her mouth. Kira melts into me, her small arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
Greedy. Just like last night.
I fucking love it. Want more.
I part her lips with my tongue, and my cock swells, jealous. I remind myself to take it easy, but her little mouth is so hungry for me, her tongue finding mine and demanding everything from me.
Before I can even think of stopping this, we’re fucking each other’s mouths, my hands sliding down her back, cupping her sweet ass and bringing her in close so she feels how damn hard she makes me, how much I want her. Every time she licks at my tongue, it makes me want to fall to my knees in front of her, pull down her pants so I can get her clit into my mouth, slide my fingers in at the same time.
Can’t think like that.
Can’t help it.
Kira groans and presses her small tits into my chest. Runs her hands all over me. Like she’s been dying for it as much as I have. I suck on her upper lip, bite on her lower one, and when she gives me this sexy, needy little moan in return, I make myself a promise right then, right there.
I can’t have it now, but one day, I’ll have her naked.
One day, I’ll have her tits in my hands. In my mouth.
One day, I’m going to claim every inch of her sweet pussy.
But not today. And, shit, the thought is actually fucking depressing.
“Kira!” I hear Mrs. Roth calling from the foyer.
The sound of her mom’s voice makes me fly back away from her. For two heart-pounding seconds, I’m convinced that she’s right outside the pool room, that she caught us going at it.
Kira is leaning against the wall, her hair a mess, looking so damn tempting that I almost forget I just heard her mother’s voice.
Then, Mrs. Roth calls out for her again. “Kira! Are you up there? Can you tell Brayden to come down with you? Steven is here, and we’re ready to talk to you kids.”
What the fuck?
Kira smoothes down her hair and raises a finger to her kiss-swollen lips, obviously telling me to be quiet.
I move back toward her and whisper in her ear, “Why is your mom here?”
She grabs my shoulders, clearly wanting to bring me closer.
Despite how confused I am, I can’t help but smile.
“She told me and Ryan that we had to come over. That she and your dad wanted to discuss something with us,” Kira whispers.
What the hell could they want to talk to us about?
“Kira! Hurry up!”
I hear her mother walking back toward the living room.
Shit. Whatever it is, it’s going to have to be dealt with first before I can sit down and have my conversation with Kira.
The whole thing is odd. My dad and Kira’s mom have barely ever spent time in the same room together, as far as I know, so why the hell would they call a meeting like this?
“Ryan’s here?”
Kira nods up at me, eyes on my lips.
She wants what I want. I raise my hand and run my thumb over her lower lip, already imagining the next time I’m going to kiss her.
I want it now, but it has to wait. Fuck them and whatever the hell they want to talk about. The fact that they’re pulling me away from my girl makes me itch to slam my fist into the wall.
“Okay.” I tilt her head up and give her one last kiss. A small one. It’s all I can afford to give her without losing control again. “Don’t forget that we have to talk after this.”
No one ever told me that a girl’s smile could be enough to make my year, but the smile that she gives me right then does that and then some.
“Okay,” she mouths.
I motion for her to head out before me. When she gives me a questioning look, I simply raise an eyebrow in the direction of my crotch, knowing she’ll see how hard I am.
Man, the way her eyes drop down and lock on it starts ripping the pieces of my resolve, reminding me that this girl will definitely take it if I decide to give it to her.
No. Stop.
I shake my head at her and motion for her to go again.
But when she turns to go, suddenly I can’t let her, not without one last feel. I grab her hand and caress it one last time before dropping it and letting her leave.
Kira smiles at me over her shoulder, happiness literally beaming from her, and it’s infectious. My throat feels thick as I smile back at her.
Watching her leave and not chasing her down now that I’ve made up my mind to have her isn’t easy. I force myself to stay right where I am and think of every cliché in the damn book, anything to try and get my boner to go away.
It doesn’t.
Not until I hear Kira gasp out a “What?” from the other room and Ryan ask, “What exactly is going on here?”
I rush out of the pool room, jumping up the three steps leading out, and storm through the foyer.
Strange, just strange.
I look around the living room as I enter, trying to figure out why my dad and Ryan’s mom are sitting together on our couch. Kira’s sitting by the window, chewing on her nails, trying to hide how swollen I made her lips. The scarf is readjusted, once again hiding the hickey.
I smirk, not wanting to wait to go at her again.
I don’t register the worried look in her eyes until I hear my Dad clear his throat, pulling me back to the confusion of the living room configuration. “We wanted you kids here for an announcement that concerns us all.”
My brow scrunches. What the hell is going on? And why the hell is Dad sitting so close to Mrs. Roth?
The two of them look at each other, sharing secretive smiles, and my stomach drops.
Oh, God . . .
“We’re getting married!” Mrs. Roth squeals.
About the Authors
K.I. Lynn
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.
Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
Isabelle Blanco
Isabelle Blanco is theAmazon BestsellingAuthor of the Allure Series, the Compulsions Series, and many others. She was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.
Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.
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