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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thought you didn't want..." she murmured, almost

kiss, which she welcomed. She wasn't in her head now; she was letting her body respond to me,

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,

hips into her, letting her feel what she was doing to me hell, what she's been

could see them shimmer with confusion. "Luke, I..." she started, then hesitated. I waited, letting her relax, and then

her underwear aside. "How much do these," I asked her, and Jessica chewed on the

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tossed it aside. I didn't

her hand for her. I could feel her relax, and when her hips started responding, I let go

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 bra and the moonlight streaming in through the window, highlighting the best parts of her body

of it," I repeated as I settled into the chair across from her. I held her gaze and saw the questions flicker across her face as I 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