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334 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 3, 2020
…to Dylan, I was just his ex-girlfriend’s little sister. Nothing more.
Dylan St. Clair was chaos. And chaos always left a trail of destruction in its wake. I just never expected it to be my heart he destroyed.
“I pick the wrong sister.�
�I picked the wrong sister.
There was nothing right about this. Except for the way he made me feel.
We were a cautionary tale of why you should never cross the lines of friendship.
…I chuckled soundlessly at the words painted on her T-shirt: I’m A Little Fucking Ray Of Sunshine.
Damn right she was. The whole damn place lit up when she walked in the door. Her skin had a peachy glow like it did after a good surfing session. She looked downright edible.
Baby sister was all grown up. Small and ripe, curvy in all the right places, with pillow-soft lips so fuckable it should be illegal. She looked like the love child of Deborah Harry and Mick Jagger.
I’d seen his smile. It was rare. Fleeting. But it was glorious. Back when I was just a stupid kid, I used to try to coax it out of him, like it was a prize to be won.
He’d gotten into a fight over me, after beating his opponent in the underground fight. I remembered thinking that nobody had ever fought for me before. That was the night I’d fallen in love with Dylan... It was also the night I realized that he would never be mine and I needed to forget him.
Scarlett Woods� she was the sweetest temptation. I slowly dragged my thumb across her plump bottom lip and wiped off the chocolate. Her breath hitched, and her eyes followed my thumb to my mouth. Eyes locked on hers, I wrapped my lips around my thumb and sucked the chocolate off it. “So fucking sweet.�
Her eyes flared. “What are you doing?� she hissed.
Moving my mouth close to the shell of her ear, I whispered, “You deserve better.�
Without waiting for a response, I strode away. Even by my low standards, it was wrong to mess with my ex-girlfriend’s little sister.
But when had I ever done the right thing?
I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but baby sister had become the stuff of my wet dreams.
Dylan St. Clair was about as emotionally available as a rock cliff.
Kissing Scarlett didn’t feel like the prelude to sex, it felt like the main event. I wanted to kiss her until her lips were raw and swollen, and the only word on the tip of her tongue was my name.
I wanted to build a shrine to her pussy. Worship at the altar of Scarlett Woods.
Scarlett brought out all my protective instincts, always had.
She made me wish for something I’d never wanted before. To be the hero in someone’s fairy tale instead of the villain.
He was the perfect storm. Wild. Unpredictable. Impossible to tame or control. A thing of beauty that could wreak havoc. Destroy you if you got too close.
“I picked the wrong sister.�
“What about Sienna?�
He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “What about her? We’ve been over for a long ti³¾±ð.â€�
“It’s still wrong.�
“Then why does it feel so fucking right?�
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“You belonged to her first.�
“I’ve never belonged to anyone.�
“Everyone needs someone who believes in them. I believe in you � Just like you always did for me, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I didn’t acknowledge it, I saw you, Scarlett. I always saw you.
“You’re not my second choice. You’re not a consolation prize. You’re everything I never knew I needed. You’re my number fucking one. You own ³¾±ð.â€�
“Nobody has ever loved me the way you do. Don’t let me ruin this. Don’t let me ruin us.�
“What are we, Dylan?� �
“We’re everything, Starlet. Every-fucking-thing.�