Craving My Brother's Best Friend (Bailey and Kaleb) novel Chapter 4

**The Night We Borrowed Fire from a Broken Star by Selvin Arlo Crest**
**Chapter 4**

**Kaleb’s POV**

Even with the vast ocean stretching before me, a heat radiated through my body, igniting every nerve ending. Bailey’s firm, soft nipples pressed against my chest, her heartbeat racing in sync with mine, creating a rhythm that felt intoxicating. Her hands were securely wrapped around my neck, and I could feel her warm breath cascading over my face like a gentle breeze.

Her damp hair clung to her cheeks, and droplets of water glimmered as they trickled down her collarbone, catching the fading sunlight. A small wave surged forward, pushing her closer to me, and I could feel my desire intensifying, a primal urge that was becoming impossible to ignore. I groaned softly, drawing her nearer, as if I could absorb her warmth and vitality.

“You’re driving me insane,” I murmured, my lips hovering dangerously close to hers. The moment my breath brushed against her lips, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.

I knew I shouldn’t—

Kissing her once could be chalked up to an accident, but a second kiss would be a conscious choice, a decision that could change everything. Yet, the temptation was too strong to resist.

In an impulsive rush, my lips met hers, desperate and hungry. A soft moan escaped her, and all rational thinking evaporated from my mind. I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, losing myself in the sweetness of the moment.

Every warning bell ringing in my head faded away, leaving only a singular thought: I wanted her.

“Bailey!”

The sudden sound of David’s voice cut through the haze, and I froze, panic surging through me.

Bailey’s eyes widened in alarm, and she instinctively tried to pull back, but I held her tightly, unwilling to let go just yet.

“Bailey!” David called again, his voice drawing nearer, urgency lacing his tone.

“Let me go,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

In a moment of reckless abandon, I dunked her into the sea, wrapping my legs around her waist to keep her afloat. My hand brushed against her breast as I secured her bra, and then I hooked my arm under her, lifting her out of the water.

She coughed, spluttering as I pulled her from the depths, and I quickly lifted her up, my heart racing.

“What happened?” David rushed towards us, concern etched on his face. I laid Bailey down on the sand, kneeling beside her, my heart pounding in my chest.

“She had a muscle pull; I carried her out just in time,” I replied, my voice gruff, trying to mask the tumult of emotions swirling inside me.

Bailey coughed again, rolling onto her side, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she fixed her gaze on the sand, avoiding my eyes.

David knelt beside her, his brow furrowed in worry. “Are you okay?” His hand hovered uncertainly above her shoulder, clearly unsure of how to comfort her.

“I’m fine,” Bailey rasped, her voice a mere whisper.

She sat up slowly, testing her leg, and I instinctively pulled back a bit, giving her space.

“How does it feel now?” I asked, my concern evident. She winced slightly but managed to nod.

“I’ll go grab a towel,” David said, standing up and turning away.

The moment he was out of sight, I stood up, acutely aware of the tension still lingering in my body. My desire for her was as strong as ever, and I crouched over Bailey, hoping to conceal my arousal from David.

I dove back into the water, swimming further out, but the cold sea did little to quell the storm of thoughts racing through my mind.

My summer plans had never included this—this overwhelming lust for Bailey. I had envisioned a tranquil summer at the beach house, a chance to confront the ghosts of my past, but with Bailey here, it felt as though all my carefully laid plans had been swept away like sandcastles before the tide.

The last time I had seen her, she was just a thirteen-year-old girl, trailing behind me every summer when her family vacationed in South Carolina. I could still picture her, her pigtails bouncing as she tried to keep up with me, her endless questions about life, and her earnest pleas for me to teach her everything I knew.

But that was five years ago.

I hadn’t returned since then—not after that day.

Now, Bailey was no longer a child; she had blossomed into a stunning, graceful woman, and the temptation she represented was maddening.

Everything about her drew me in, and that was fundamentally wrong because she wasn’t just anyone.

She was my best friend’s sister, someone I could not afford to toy with.

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