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There’s two sides to every love story. The how you fell in love, and the how you fell apart.

This is ours.

The cardinal rule of friendship is you don’t mess with your friend’s sister.
That goes double when she’s his little sister.

It was just supposed to be fun.

She wasn’t supposed to end up being the love of my life.
And I definitely wasn’t supposed to break her heart.

Ainsley is a wedding dress designer. That should’ve been a warning that she’s a hopeless romantic. That should’ve clued me in that she believes love conquers all.

But there are some things that love can’t fix. I’m one of them.

She thinks love is the answer.

But love is the reason I let her go.....

Just Loved

This is going to be quick," I moan through gritted teeth, thrusting into her hard and fast.


I watch her face as her eyes clench shut, and she bites her bottom lip. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I can feel her tightening around me. I told her this would be quick, but not so quick that she doesn't finish. I don't believe in that shit.


She lowers her head onto my shoulder and bites down, screaming my name as she finishes. Her body coils tightly around me, then releases, and she makes this sound—this breathy little satisfied moan. Something inside me knows, that sound—that simple little sound will break me.


"Good girl," I say, not wanting this to end, but a few more hard thrusts into her and I'm there, groaning her name.


Her name. I've said it a thousand times. But it's never felt like this.


She lifts her head, and I lower my forehead onto hers as she smiles. We wait for our breath to return to normal, then she lowers her legs to the ground.


She flashes me a smile. "That was fun."


Trying not to laugh, I say, "More than a little."


Reaching up, she touches my cheek. "Better get that sex smirk off your face."


This time, I can't control the laugh that escapes. Ainsley glances toward the patio door, suddenly aware that we've been gone too long. Zipping up and snatching her panties off the ground, I reach under her dress and wipe her gently, and she shakes her head, clearly embarrassed.


"Better go to the ladies' room," Ainsley says. She smooths my tie, brushes off my jacket, and fixes my hair. "See you in a few minutes."


She starts back inside, and I grab her hand, pulling her into a lingering kiss, my tongue slowly circling hers. I move my hand to the back of her neck as I draw her closer, memorizing the feel of her mouth. She puts her hand on my chest, giving a sexy smile before walking back inside.


Trying not to make eye contact with anyone, I head back into the party. I don't dare look at Brody or Skye. I know Skye will know immediately, and I'm not sure how to face Brody, given I just screwed his little sister in public.


So I do my best to mingle, as I catch the smell of her mixed with the smell of sex on me. I hold my breath as visions of her coming flash in my mind. She's more than I ever imagined, so beautiful and totally uninhibited. I hadn't expected that.


Lost in my memories and future fantasies, I see Ainsley emerge from the ladies' room. But her "sex smirk" is nowhere to be found; instead, she looks white as a ghost. She's having regrets?


I know I need to reassure her so I start her way, but Brody and Skye approach her first. My heart jumps in my chest. What if she can't lie well enough? Brody turns and meets my eye. Holy shit! She wouldn't just tell them, would she? At their engagement party?


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