My Brother's Sexy Best Friend (18+)

Just Some Platonic Male Bonding...

Question of the day: Were you expecting that plotline for Kayla's character?

Matt

"You want me to do what?!" Kayla shrieked, springing from the wrought iron bench.

"Come on, Kay," I reasoned, glancing up at her. "All I'm asking for is some kissing, maybe some groping. It will benefit us both."

She shook her head wildly, the moon bouncing off her golden locks. "That's a preposterous proposal and I'm not going along with it."

I shrugged, dusting off my hands on the thigh of my jeans as I stood up. "Suit yourself. Let me know how it goes with winning the title of Ice Princess without my help." 

As I walked away, she grabbed my arm. "Wait." Smiling to myself, I turned to face her.

I folded my arms across my chest, arching a brow as I urged her to continue but she just stared at me, chewing on her pout. Sighing, I spread my arms. "Look, Kayla. You literally just admitted to using me for your own gain. I should be fucking furious with you right now but frankly, you're not the girl I give a damn about. So, if you want me to attend Winter Formal as your date, then I'm going to need you to turn up the charm when we're around Vanessa in return."

She sneered at me before huffing loudly. "I don't understand why you immature little boys have to resort to games to win someone over. What's wrong with simple communication?"

I grit my teeth, balling my fists at my side. "I tried that already and she responded by giving another guy a blowjob. So maybe, if I fight fire with fire then I'll finally be able to crack that frozen exterior she's erected to keep me out."

Kayla glanced up at the clear winter sky, rolling her eyes. "Fine. What do you need me to do?"

***

Jake pulled his Corolla into the driveway of his house, the headlights illuminating the inside where the television was flickering between hues of blue and white. "I'll be just a minute," he said, pulling on the door handle. "I cleaned out my car the other day and must have mistakenly brought the jumper cables in with me."

"Thanks, man for doing this," I replied from the backseat where I was nestled in beside Kayla. "The Jetta gets me where I need to go but she has her problems."

"Don't we all?" He muttered.

I had brought Kayla up to the spot for a spicy make-out session because despite our mutual agreement over lack of feelings for the other, we still found immense pleasure in steaming up the windows. No sooner had I turned on the ignition to bring her back home, did the vehicle die on me.

Luckily, it was Jake to the rescue.

As he stepped one foot out onto the pavement, I spied Addison's Jeep parked alongside our car. I lifted a brow. If she was there then that could only mean that Vanessa was present too.

I cleared my throat. "Actually, I'll come inside with you. I could use a glass of water." I glanced over at Kayla. "You're looking a bit parched yourself. Why don't you join us?"

She kept her eyes glued to the glowing screen of her cell phone, tapping away as she mumbled a noncommittal response. "Kayla..." I called, waving my hand in front of her face. "I need your assistance."

"Matt," she huffed with annoyance. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

I scratched my chin before snapping my fingers. "Oh shoot. I just remembered that I have plans the night of Winter Formal. The dance falls on my laundry day and I really can't switch it because then that means I'll have to change vacuum day. Then the whole schedule gets thrown off and everything becomes complete chaos."