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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

Ladies, forget Paleo, Keto, Whole Thirty! Screw your brother's best friend if you want to lose weight. This may just be the diet trend of the year. Not that Ainsley needs to lose any weight, of course. Her curves are the stuff men dream of. I give her knee a little squeeze to try to get her attention.


Brody's mouth closes, and my hand flies off her leg, not sure who that outburst was meant for.


"What did I say?" Brody asks, looking at me.


I can only shrug. I stopped paying attention to Brody's lectures like five years ago. Maybe ten.


"I knew I shouldn't have agreed to move back here. It's only been a few weeks, and you are driving me crazy," she cries.


"Charleston is your home," Brody says. "You belong here with your family. Me, Skye, and Rhett."


Back off, Brody," she snaps, getting to her feet and throwing down her napkin. "My love life is none of your business. I'm not fifteen anymore."


She turns on her heel and walks out. Brody looks at me, both confused and mortified. "Love life? What love life?"


Sadie by myside, I open the door to Ainsley's place, not sure what to expect from her. She could be pissed about a number of things—the women in the waiting room, Brody's revelation about my adventures in exam room two, or the fact that I had my hand on her thigh at lunch. So I'm relieved when she smiles at me like I've just given her the best orgasm of her life.


"Nice outburst today," I say, running my fingers through her hair. "Was that meant for me or for Brody?"


"Mostly Brody," she says, leaning up to kiss me gently, and giving Sadie a quick pat. "What did you two talk about after I left?"


"He asked me to keep an eye on you," I say, the corner of my mouth turning up in a mischievous smile.


"That he should give you some space, and I would watch out for you."


I didn't lie." I squeeze her ass. "I plan on watching you . . ." I lower my mouth to her neck, my voice low and hungry. "Watching you come while I slide my dick inside you."


"Watching you scream my name while I fuck you with my mouth." I feel her tremble and chuckle low in my throat. Slipping my hands between her legs, I cup her, rubbing her through her shorts. "You're soaking wet. Did you get wet for me at lunch?" I ask, increasing the pressure, her hips pushing against my hand. "Tell me."


I slide to my knees, taking her shorts and panties with me, and bury myself between her legs. Her nails dig into my shoulder as I grip her ass, pulling her tighter.


"Fuck, baby," I groan, my mouth moving all over her, inside, outside—sucking, licking, nibbling. I can't get enough. I lift one of her legs to my shoulder, pushing my tongue deeper inside. "That's it, baby," I growl, pushing her ass, encouraging her.


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