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

PART 3 - CHAPTER 145 JESS

"Luke," I whispered, my heart racing.

Leaning against that black Jeep, he exuded a sultry confidence that was impossible to ignore. He uncrossed his arms, sliding his hands into his pockets in a way that made his fitted black V-

neck hug his body just right, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the muscles underneath. There was something dangerously. attractive about him-the way his jaw was clenched, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface, had my head spinning.

Every instinct screamed a red flag, warning me to stay away, yet all I could think was how my body was betraying me, wanting to step closer, to feel the heat radiating off him, despite every rational thought shouting at me to turn back.

But what unsettled me most wasn't how he looked at me.

It was how he was looking at Aiden.

In a blink, Luke closed the distance between them. His fist shot out, grabbing Aiden by the front of his shirt and yanking him forward with a force that made my

breath hitch. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Luke growled, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating with barely restrained fury.

I moved to step between them, but neither budged an inch. It was like trying to shift two immovable walls.

he

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him more. They were the same height, but that's where the similarities ended. Aiden was lean, all wiry muscle from hours of running, but Luke..... Luke was a powerhouse. Built for contact, for the kind of sport that left bruises and broken bones. "Woa, man," Aiden

let

pressed a hand to his chest. Looking up at him, my fingers trembled against the solid muscle beneath, I said softly, trying to calm him down.

eyes still blazing with anger as he glared over my head at Aiden. But slowly, the rage ebbed away, replaced by something else-something raw

to me, and with a reluctant sigh, he let go

heel and walking away, leaving Luke and me in the middle of the

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I let him take it. It felt right-comforting, familiar

Luke, but

am," I said softly, "but

his face. But there was none. Instead, Luke just stared at me, his

of hair away from my face, the light touch sending a shiver down my

miss you," he whispered, his voice almost breaking. His thumb hovered near my cheek, and I could

grounding me, making me feel more present than I had in days. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as the warmth of his hand on my skin set off a chain reaction in