Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

HAPTER 37 LUKE

"Luke..." she whispered, and I could hear the uncertainty even if she denied it.

I held her gaze, the weight of what was about to happen settling. between us. If only she knew I had been thinking about this every waking moment for her proximity, Anders, and I know that makes me all sorts of messed up on the inside, but I couldn't help it. She was a drug, and I've been withdrawing for a very long time.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," I admitted quietly, more to myself than to her. I could see her eyes burn with questions.

Why didn't I tell her?

Why didn't I make a move?

Why did I wait until now to tell her?

The answer to all of the above was that I was a fucking coward.

I stepped back, running a hand through my hair as I tried to gather my thoughts. I needed to take this slow; right now, slow was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to rip off that ridiculous dress, pull aside her underwear and slam into her repeatedly until she screamed life into Jessica bit her lip, her gaze flickering away briefly before

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didn't want..." she

forward, swallowing her doubts in a kiss, which she welcomed. She wasn't in her head now; she was letting her body respond to me, and I fucking loved

tasting her all the way. She landed softly between the pillows, and I just stared at her for a moment, all flushed, hair splayed, and lips red and swollen from kissing me. I took her hand, letting her sit up, then bent down, curled my fingers underneath the hem of her dress and pulled it

the couch. I rocked my hips into her, letting her feel what she was doing to me hell, what she's been doing to me for I hovered just above her, took one of the hands pinned

moonlight streaming in, I could see them shimmer with confusion. "Luke, I..." she started, then

asked her, and Jessica

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snapped the thin, lacy material with ease and tossed it aside. I didn't waste a second, so I pulled her leg up and pushed it against the

moving her hand for her. I could feel her relax, and when

stay on the couch, her fingers dipping into her center. Her eyes flickered open, but she didn't move. She stayed like that, only in her white lace

pulled down my tracksuit and steppe out of it before sitting back in only my jockey. "Touch your chest," I commanded, and Jessica responded without hesitation, gripping her breast through her bra and moaning softly.