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

WATER IS WINE JESS

Hi, babe! I'm so happy you're here!" Laura pulled me into a hug so tight I thought my lungs would explode. I pushed back the tears and swallowed the knot in my throat. I was so happy to see her-even though I'd seen her a month ago, it felt like an eternity.

She was the only piece I had left of them. It was just us now. We would have to be each other's family because we'd lost ours. I pulled back and saw the same thoughts reflected in her eyes, but neither of us voiced it.

We never would. But it was there-the scar we both now bore.. Widows. We were widows, and that was that.

"So I've got the cutest little apartment, and there's a new manager at the gallery. I haven't met him yet, but we're going to dinner tonight. I'm so happy you're here. I was so

nervous, but I feel better now." Laura took a deep breath and pulled me to her side again, placing a gentle hand on my stomach.

"Are we talking about this yet, or not...?" She asked softly. shook my head, biting my bottom lip and blinking back tears. I wasn't ready. I knew I needed to, but I wasn't ready.

I felt like I was betraying him. Doing things he would miss out on without him. Like he'd show up out of nowhere, and

everything would suddenly go back to normal. I knew it wouldn't -I wasn't delusional. I was just... broken, I guess.

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"Laura-" She turned around, wiping away her own sadness, and gave me a small smile, holding out her hand. "We'll do this together. New start, okay? Let's just try..." she whispered, and I knew she needed this as much as I did. After a coffee and a croissant, we got ready for the dinner. I pulled a navy blue dress over my head, thankful for the A-line cut that hid the evidence of my... well-anyway.

Laura helped me braid my hair over one shoulder in a loose, sophisticated style, and in turn, I helped her let her dirty blonde hair fall in soft curls down her back. She looked stunning-the low, plunging neckline of her satin black dress with thin straps made her a vision. "See-we can still get dressed up and go out. It's okay to do this, right?" Laura looked up at me in the mirror as if I held the answer, the key. To make it okay to move on with our lives despite... everything.

The restaurant was a beautiful mix of rustic charm and modern elegance, with flickering candles casting warm light across the wooden tables and leather chairs. I felt my nerves flutter as we stepped inside, the soft hum of French conversation and clinking glasses creating Laura and I had barely taken in our surroundings when two very tall, handsome men approached us, accompanied by an older woman with striking silver-

gray hair, her beauty softened but unmistakable. Their eyes sparkled with that effortlessly elegant look the French seemed to pull off without trying.

Laura smiled, squeezing my hand. "Jess, I'd like you to meet Catrina and Ivan," she said, gesturing first to the woman and

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then to one of the men, his light eyes warm as he gave me a friendly nod. "And this..." Laura paused slightly, "...is Marcello."

The third man stepped forward, towering over us, his gaze intense. He was dark-haired, with a strong, square jaw, and his eyes were dark-like pools of obsidian that seemed to take in every detail. His face was ruggedly handsome, with just a hint of stubble on his sharp cheekbones. Something in his gaze made me shiver, and I quickly looked away, feeling a bit too seen.

He extended a hand to me, and I managed a small smile as I shook it, his fingers firm and warm. "Marcello is the new owner of the gallery," Laura said, her voice cheerful. "We're so lucky to have him on board."

Marcello inclined his head slightly, his gaze never leaving mine. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Jess."

His accent was thick, his words smooth, and somehow it made my name sound different, softer. I tried to smile, but my mouth. felt dry, or maybe I was nauseous....

We settled into our seats around a large, round table, and while Laura and Catrina started talking about art and the gallery, I found myself uncomfortably aware of Marcello's gaze. Every so often, I'd look up to find him watching me, his expression unreadable, like he was st Laura nudged me with a small smile. "We've been talking about all the gallery updates. You have to meet some of Marcello's artists-they're extraordinary."

Marcello turned his attention fully to me. "So, Jess," he began, his voice as smooth as silk. "Do you like art?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. My mind went blank, and my throat

felt like sandpaper. I coughed, reaching for my water glass and feeling my cheeks heat up under his piercing gaze. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his lips quirking as he reached toward me with his glass of wine.

soothe your throat? In France, wine is water." he offered, his

Pregnant," I blurted out, my face flushing as the words

pausing to look at me in surprise, and I

BRUTAL BUT PEMITIFUL

ISLAND VIBES LUKE

days,"

it," I muttered, focusing on the makeshift roof. "This place is one rainstorm away from washing us out. And when we get out of here-if we get out

a normal bed

the tree. "I want damages for the fucking psychological trauma of being in your company for this amount of time." He let out a bitter laugh, and we both

was no secret that we'd scoured every inch of the island, hoping to find some way off-or at least some damn sign that we

ditched this hellhole.

here much longer, I'm gonna lose my shit." He sighed, running a hand through his tangled hair,

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Vouchers

under his breath.

grinning like she'd conquered the world. "Guess who just caught dinner?" she called out, practically glowing

in the low light. I looked away, swallowing hard. Somehow, even in a place like this, she managed to get under my skin in ways

back, her voice light but sharp. "Laugh all you want. I'm the one keeping us from starving, so

laughed. "Apologies, our fearless leader, Nurse Sarah. I don't want you thinking you're the new Bear Grylls and getting hurt. I would have gone fishing this afternoon."

as he watched her go. "This whole damn situation belongs in some bad drama series.

living off the land. I'm thankful I could remember how to fish, but I don't think I can do another month of fish and coconut." He shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh. "The day I tell you I'm excited for

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real possibility, and then when

firepit, starting to clean and prep the fish. She moved with this focused determination, ignoring us as she worked like she was tuning

shot me a glance that lingered

too, huh?" she muttered, gutting the fish with an impressive and

Nobody more skilled than you right now to handle that little fishy." I said, my voice cooler than I intended. Whatever was simmering between us, I shoved it down, ignoring that flash in her eyes. As the night fell and we ate our meager portions, silence settled heavy around the fire. The sounds of

as he stared into the flames. "You know, at this rate, one of

"not sure which

shrugged, stifling a weary smile. "Give it another week. I'll

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a bitter edge. "Well, if we're all getting delusional, then call dibs on

of grim humor, a brief distraction from the reality that was weighing us down like stones. But deep down, I knew we were all running on fumes, clinging to whatever was l "Here's

the

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LUKE

the waterfall, letting the incredible rush of water drown out the world, grounding me in its endless rhythm. Jess was vivid in my mind

sinking into her core and waking up after dreams of her was driving me crazy. I needed to cum. I needed the

almost savor that sweet sensation as all the tension left my muscles, and I

far away to Jess, home, and something that felt like

up, scanning the shrubs behind the waterfall, and then

straightening up and quickly

and the water. A flush crept up her cheeks. "I, uh, I wanted to ask you something..."