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

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JESS

and

The first thing I saw was the back of a guy, his shirt gone his pants pulled down. His back muscles flexed and rippled as she rocked forward against the basin.

It was what was between him and the basics that had me pausing. His large hand gripped the hips of a petite blond while his other hand pulled back her head by her blond curls.

He slammed her into the cabin while he watched what he was doing in the mirror in front of him, his brows furrowed and beads of sweat running down his face.

The girl gasped, and he rocked into her, his fingers gipping thin blue material across her ass and pulling it aside before

spreading her cheek and looking down at himself as he slipped inside her.

I should have turned around and run the hell away, but some deep, dark part of me refused to move.

My eyes trailed upward to the mirror, and there, in the reflection, was Sarah, looking right at me with her mouth slightly opened, and she grunted with every thrust of what looked to be like one of the guys from the offense team. He pulled her blue bikini to the side and gripped one of her breasts as he continued to move over and over, the cabinet rattling against the wall.

I focussed back on Sarah, and she smiled, and the guy groaned,

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into her

the guy mumbled, and it snapped me out of my weird haze. I turned around and

the plates from me, and I looked back towards the house-expecting her to run downstairs, but she

brow furrowed as she studied me, her mouth open like she wanted to press further. But something in my expression must have stopped her. Instead, she glanced over her shoulder toward the

she asked again, softer this

clipped, the edges fraying as I forced a

But eventually, she nodded and headed back toward

on the kitchen counter as I sucked in a shaky breath. The memory of what I'd just seen replayed in my mind

That smug, knowing smile as she locked eyes

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boiled under my skin, turning my cheeks scarlet as I fought the urge

How could she?

twist painfully. Would he even care? It's not like it was Luke or anything. Maybe I was

spiraling thoughts as I sank onto the edge of one of

"Jess, you okay?"