It was basically the number one rule of the bro code, and Blake Wolfe just came dangerously close to breaking it. How could he know that the gorgeous woman he made out with at a party was his friend’s little sister? Now that he knows, she is hands off…which is easier said than done.
Kristen Watson is in Seattle for a much-needed vacation after graduating college. Though she has more planned than just hanging out with her bestie—it’s also the perfect time to ditch her virgin status and have a little fun before joining the real world. But finding the perfect guy is proving harder than she expected, especially when the perfect guy is apparently off-limits.
Blake knows trying to dissuade Kristen from the plan is useless. So he does the next best thing and volunteers to be her wingman. But helping her pick “the one” might be as challenging as trying not to claim her for himself.
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“…Any other plans while you’re out here?” There was another silence that had him glancing over. “Yeah. I’ve got plans.” The half smirk on her face reminded him she was probably still a little buzzed. His resolve hardened to drop her off and forget about this night. “This is her apartment. On the right.” Kristen gestured to an old building up ahead. “You can park in the loading zone. You won’t be here long.” Not long at all. He pulled his truck into the small spot and put it in Park. “You’re okay to get inside? Maybe I should walk—” “I’m fine.” Her tone was gentle as she laid a hand on his arm. “Thank you for keeping me entertained tonight. Even if it wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for.” His grunted. “It wouldn’t have been right. You’d had too much to drink.” “I know, I know. We’ve been over this.” She reached for the door handle and then paused. She turned in her seat to face him. “Can I just kiss you again before I go, though? I want to see something.” His chest went tight, and his dick lurched. See something? Like what? If he had barbecue chips in his teeth? What a weird remark. Kissing again would be a bad idea, so why couldn’t he make himself tell her that? She must’ve taken his silence as agreement because she slid closer and leaned in. Her lips brushed against his in a featherlight caress before returning again in a bolder stroke. That was all it took to snap his bad idea mantra in half. He cupped the back of her neck and returned the kiss, stroking his tongue deep to taste her and hear that soft moan. His breath caught, and his blood began to pound. She pulled away suddenly and pressed her fingers to her lips. “Oh my God, I literally have goose bumps,” she muttered in disbelief. “Yeah, it’s kind of a good thing we didn’t sleep together.” “It is?” Going by that kiss and her ego-stroking words, he had to disagree. She was literally like no one he’d ever been involved with, yet he was surprisingly attracted to her. “Yes. A very good thing. I mean Tori was right, I might’ve gotten attached.” And there it was. His jaw clenched as irritation swelled inside him. “Was I some kind of bet?” “A bet? Huh?” Her brows drew together, and she gave him a scornful look. “No. This was my thing. I’m trying to find someone to be my first.” “Your first what? Paramedic to fuck?” “What? That’s just weird.” In the streetlight, he could see her cheeks pinken. “Are you really this slow? My first.” It sank in. She couldn’t possibly be… Could she? The idea left him speechless, but Kristen clearly had plenty to say still. “All right, it’s weird admitting that aloud to you.” She gave a small laugh. “Or maybe not. Not when there’s zero chance of us sleeping together now.” He blinked. “You’re a virgin.” “Virgin, not leper.” Her smile died, and she shook her head. “And I’m not really appreciating your tone right now.” “I just don’t understand.” “What’s not to understand? I came up to Seattle with the intention of losing my virginity during vacation.” “With a stranger?” Dismay had him stuttering. “Does it matter?” She made a scissoring motion with her fingers. “Besides, no strings that way.” How the hell did he reply to that? Jesus, what if he had slept with her? Would he have known? Would she have told him in the end? He’d be a means to an end? A literal end of the V? Did girls do this kind of thing? Alarm had him straightening. “Maybe you should wait for someone you actually—” “Who are you? My dad? No, I’ve made up my mind.” She gave a rueful smile and touched his cheek. “It didn’t quite work out with you, Boy Scout, but I have the rest of the week to find someone else. No big deal.” Before he could reply or keep this argument going, she climbed out of the truck and jogged toward the apartment building. The door closed behind her, and he shook his head, still trying to process the last two minutes. She’s not your problem, Blake; let it go. He clenched his jaw, started his vehicle again, and then drove away.
