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

PART 3 - CHAPTER 155 JESS

The hum of the engine filled the silence as I stared out the passenger window, watching the blurred scenery of the city slowly give way to the sprawling suburbs. My stomach was in knots, but I tried to focus on the trees, the occasional jogger, anything to distract myself. It wasn't working. The closer we got to my parents' house, the tighter the tension wound in my chest.

I had told Aiden-repeatedly-that I should go alone. This was my family, and today was Josh's birthday. Aiden and Josh aren't exactly the best of friends. Luke probably poisoned that well.

But trying to tell Aiden that felt like yelling into the wind. He didn't listen. He just showed up, packed himself into the car, and said, "I'm coming," in that final tone of his.

So I let it go.

Fighting with him was exhausting, but he always made it up to me afterward. Multiple times, multiple orgasms or presents.

Aiden glanced at me, his profile sharp in the sunlight as he steered with one hand. "How many miles this week?"

I sighed, knowing where this was going. "Forty-five.

He raised an eyebrow, a disapproving look crossing his face. "Forty-five? You should've hit fifty by now, Jess. What happened?"

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way to Josh's birthday, not

I'm just saying," he continued, his voice sharper now. "If you want to stay at the top, you can't

my lips together, feeling the sting of his words sink in.

Runner's Elite, and yes, my social media had blown up overnight, but I wasn't running for that. I

didn't see it

the window, watching the trees blur past. "I'm not slacking," I muttered, more to myself than

His voice took on that hard edge, making me feel like I

to keep the frustration from creeping into

I push you because I care about

tangled. Yes, Aiden had pushed

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again. And he wasn't wrong-I had. I was running competitively, gaining sponsorships, and living a life I hadn't dreamed of before. I was financially free,

running again for the fame or the money. I ran because it gave me something back that I had lost-something personal, something

performance. Progress. Always pushing further, faster, harder. He made it sound like he wanted the best

I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum

circles over my knuckles.

softening. "Because I see how great you can be, Jess. You're not

the knot in my stomach twisted tighter. I didn't want to argue. I didn't have the energy to explain, to make him see