Not So Brotherly Love «JB, JM, LD, DOB»

Prologue

Cassidy Giselle King

"It's just, God, I never actually thought that my dad would get remarried. I thought he was happy with just the two of us, but apparently I was wrong. I mean, I'm happy for him and all, finding someone that he deeply cares about and what not, but I'm not sure I'm prepared to meet my new, 'family'." I sighed softly, cuddling further into Cooper's warm embrace.

He hummed softly, massaging my shoulders gently. "I know, baby. It's going to be very hard to adjust to, but at some point, everything will be as it should, you know? Everyone will be happy. The time between now and then may be extremely difficult, but it's all worth it once you reach the peek. I promise." He soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I smiled lightly tilting my head upwards and gently pressing my lips to his before pulling back and snuggling my head into the nape of his neck.

"You're probably right, as usual. But I'm not thinking about the future right now, I'm worrying about to present and what the hell I'm gonna do when Patricia and her four sons walk in that door tomorrow with all there bags packed and shit." I stated, wrinkling up my nose a bit while bringing my hands down to play with the hem of his plain, navy blue T-shirt. He stiffened a moment when I mentioned the four brothers part.

"Four brothers, huh? Do you, by any chance... know how old they are?" He asked, and I could here the nervousness and insecurity in his voice. Cooing softly at his precious little moment of jealousy, I sat up straight, grabbed his warm face between my hands and brought him in for a tender kiss, which he happily returned.

His lips were so warm and soft, and I just love kissing him, plus he needs reminding -all the time, that he's the only one that I love. He gets insecure, a lot, because he knows that he isn't all that manly, being a little nerd with glasses, and he really doesn't want another guy taking me away from him. He admitted this all to me one a month or so ago night when he saw a big fairly attractive guy looking at me the wrong way and got possessive. Like really possessive. He had literally pressed me up against a wall and kisses me like his life depended on it while groping me in very inappropriate places. We got in a fight later about the whole situation and he blurted out his insecurities and feelings and we ended up admitting our love for one another.

No, we did not have sex, but it became an overall, very romantic night which brought me and Cooper closer than we had been before.

A soft groan awoke me from my day dream and made me realize that I was still kissing Cooper, one hand gently clutching the back of his head while the other rested on his upper thigh. His own hands were each cupping my face, keeping me locked into the passionate kiss. His hot, wet tongue flicked my bottom lip gently, and at that point I pulled away, a smile drawn on my face. "We'll save that for later, alright? Dad and his little fiancée could walk in that door at any minute and you know how he feels about PDA, hm?" I tapped the tip of his adorable button nose.

With a slightly disappointed but understanding expression written across his face, he nodded his head. "Alright... But seriously about your soon to be step-brothers-" I cut him off.

"Oh, shut up! I love you, you, you, you. You don't have to worry about any other guys trying swoop me away. Because you are the only guy I want to be with. You are the only one I care about. And because I love you, I will tell you that I'm not sure how old they are, all I know is that they are teenagers. That mean that they could be between the ages of thirteen to eighteen." I informed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "But, as you said before, they are my soon to be brothers so really, you have nothing to worry about, absolutely nothing."

He smiled a bit, leaning in and tugging me into a sweet kiss that had me shivering in pure bliss. The kiss got heated quicker than I had thought it would, to the pint where Cooper laid on top of me, his shirt thrown off onto the floor somewhere while he had my shirt halfway up my body, his warm, large hands wandering my exposed skin. His thick rimmed glasses lay on the coffee table where he has placed them before he had pulled his shirt off. I moaned quietly into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist with my hands tugged at his dark brown hair.