The Best Friend Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Virgin Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)

Allie asks me to take her virginity, and I’m not sure if this is a dream or not. After all, it had been my fantasy since I realized at fourteen that I was in love with my best friend.

Madly. Inexplicably. Hopelessly.

For a minute, I think she feels the same way too … until she laughingly explains she doesn’t want another guy to find out she has zero experience. Jealousy pierces through me, along with white-hot anger at who this guy is—a guy I didn’t even know existed. But back to the matter at hand, I don’t say no. Of course not. How can I fu*king say no? It’s what I’ve always wanted since I was a gangly, hormonal teen.

So I tell her I’ll do it.

What I don’t say is … I’ll make her feel so damn good she won’t want anyone else for her. I won’t just take her virginity. I’ll brand her as mine.

For life.

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“I need you to fuck me, Tristan.”

The water goes into the wrong hole, and for a minute, I think I’m drowning and about to die … until Allie smacks my back and I can breathe again. “What the hell did you just say, Bun? Did I hear you right?”

Her face goes red, and she gives me a soft smile, her two dimples peeking. “Okay, maybe I should’ve phrased that a bit better.”

“You think?”

She giggles and tucks a stray strand of chestnut brown hair behind her ear, hopping back to the sofa, rolling onto her stomach, and kicking her feet in the air, feeling right at home in my apartment. “Fine. I’ll be more polite. I need you to take my virginity.”

Allie props her chin on her palm and dramatically flutters her eyelids. She’s only wearing a pink tank top and cutoff shorts that, frankly, barely cover anything. Even all the way across from her, I can see the bottom half of her ass hanging out. The worst part? Allie hates wearing underwear. She says it feels constrictive—whatever that means. So I know, without a shadow of a fucking doubt, it’s gonna take one careless movement from her, and I’ll see her precious pink pussy.

Wrong thing to think about because I can feel my cock getting hard, straining against the zipper of my denim pants. To cover up myself, I prop my ankle on my knee and lean against the leather recliner. “I’m not sure if this is your idea of a joke, but this isn’t funny, Bun.”

She gets up and sits cross-legged, and it takes an insane amount of effort to keep my eyes on her face. If I stray them even just a tad lower, I’ll have visual access to that mighty heaven between her legs. “I’m serious.” Allie lifts both palms and raises her brows. “Listen, remember Melissa?”

I nod and take a long swallow of this kombucha concoction Allie made herself. “Your roommate in college?”

“Yes. I saw her at the grocery, and she was with her older brother.”

Shit. I don’t like where this is going. “Okay.”

“We’ve been texting for a few weeks now, and he just asked me to go out with him.”

Spots of red cloud my vision, and my fingers tighten on the bottle. I don’t know who this guy is, but I loathe him already. I have to force the next words out of my mouth. “You said yes?”

“I said yes.”

Suddenly, the drink tastes funky, my tongue feels too thick, and there’s heavy pounding at the base of my skull. My stomach churns, and a mix of anger and insecurity begins to bubble to the surface.

I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened. Allie was the most popular girl back in college. She liked to party, and every guy within five miles wanted to get in her pants. She went out with a few of them, but I could tell they didn’t do much for her. How did I know? I might have followed them because I had always been a bit of a masochist. Better know than spend the whole night wondering, am I right?

“And then…” Allie pauses and bites the inside of her cheek. “I don’t want him to get turned off by my lack of experience.”

The little confession hits me full in the face, and I have to grab the armrest to steady myself even though I’m already sitting down. When she said ‘take my virginity’ earlier, it flew over my head because I thought she was playing me. “You’re … still a virgin?”

The throw pillow lands on my face and Allie glares at me. “What’s with that face? Why do you look so shocked? You think I spent college fucking around? You were there!”

“You didn’t do it with Kevin? Or Austin?” Grade A assholes, by the way. Both men didn’t deserve to breathe the same air she did, and I would have happily pounded their faces until they left her alone. They did … eventually.