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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right now, not on the way to Josh's birthday, not with all the other things rattling around in

I'm just saying," he continued, his voice sharper now. "If you want to stay at the top,

sting of his words sink in.

weight of guilt. Yes, I'd been featured in Runner's Elite, and yes, my social media had blown up

didn't see

blur past. "I'm not slacking," I

on that hard edge, making

trying to keep the

do better than this. I push you because I care about you. Don't you see that? We could be this unstoppable couple. I know I have a sure shot with the Olympics next year, and so do you if you just

were tangled. Yes, Aiden had pushed me back into running when I was

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was running competitively, gaining sponsorships, and living a life I hadn't dreamed of before. I was financially free, living in a condo by the beach, my face plastered on the cover of magazines. But I didn't want that. The more

I ran because it gave me something back that I had lost-something

didn't see that. To him, it was about performance. Progress. Always pushing further, faster, harder. He made it sound like he wanted the best for me, but sometimes it felt like he just

the hum of the car. "I know

circles over my knuckles.

voice softening. "Because I see how great you can be,

smile, though 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 the part of me that just wanted to run because I