All Chapters of Broke Up With My Fiance Then Fucked My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

He’d obviously heard me, and I knew I’d been screaming loud enough to wake the dead. “I’m sorry. Bad dream,” I told him reassuringly. “I’m fine now.”I could see him at the door, the light from the hallway backlighting his state of disarray. With only a pair of flannel pajama pants on, I could see the ripped muscles of his arms, chest, and stomach. He looked so solid and so strong, yet so endearing. His hair was spiking up in a few places, and he was frowning with concern.“You sure? You sounded like somebody was killing you.”“Debby,” I whispered aloud. “I was dreaming about my sister.”Blake moved into the room and partially closed the door so the light wasn’t blinding me. Then he sat down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard, and pulled my upper body against his.I took the comforting embrace and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling the scorching heat of his skin against my cheek. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t,” he answered huskily. “I want to be here for you. I know you’re

SOPHIA “I was not thinking clearly, Sophia. It is not your fault. I made a mistake,” he said in a low voice as he moved to sit against the headboard. The view of his bare body resting against the bed frame surprised me for a moment, and I had to turn my gaze away from him to gather my thoughts. I pulled the blankets over myself as I sat with my legs crossed in the center of the bed. “It is not only your duty,” I murmured. “I am not concerned. The chance of me becoming pregnant right now is fairly low.” “Why?” “Bad time,” I told him. “Well, you certainly do not have to worry about whether I am disease-free. The last woman I was with had never been with anyone before, and I have not been with another woman since then.” My head lifted quickly, and I knew I was staring at him with my mouth open, but I could not imagine… “Me?” I said in a high pitched voice. “Yes. Thirteen years ago.” I shook my head. It was not possible that a strong man like Blake had not been with anyone since

BLAKE "Yes and no," I said carefully. "It's been thirteen years. Most of it is water that passed under the bridge a long time ago." "That's nonsense. It never ended. Sophia is the reason you don't get involved with more women." Sophia was the reason I wasn't involved with anyone at all. "She doesn't want to go back to that place again," I explained. "She's always thought of me as you, and understandably, she didn't like me very much." "Then change her mind," Marcus challenged. "You know you want to." "It's not that simple" "Yes. It is," Marcus cut in. "You take her to bed and make her feel good until she can't think clearly and you keep her that way. I'm pretty sure that's how our siblings ended up married." "I think it was a little more than that," I said unhappily, not really wanting to share that Sophia didn't want me for anything other than some physical enjoyment. "You can be pleasant when you want to, bro." "Give it up, Marcus." "Not until you do," he said in an annoyi

I smiled and moved nearer, my hands shaking as I finally got to touch him exactly the way I’d wanted to for so many years that every need I’d held inside me burst out once my palms landed on his chest, and the stopper to the container holding my feelings back finally came off. **** I was an anxious person by nature, someone who aimed for perfection and blamed herself if anything wasn’t exactly right. But the moment my hands landed on Blake’s fit, beautiful body, every thought that I had, anything that I worried about, vanished from my mind. My only thought was about the enjoyment of touching his warm, firm body until I was content. Until he was the one saying my name, asking for relief. Sure, I didn’t have much practice with that kind of thing. But with Blake, I was fairly sure all I had to do was make myself happy to make him happy. I moved my hands down his chest, following every clear line of muscle in his stomach, and then bending to run my tongue over the same lines, enjoyin

SOPHIA I sighed. "Neither one of us planned for anything to happen. I don't regret it, but Blake wasn't searching for something permanent, and I wasn't either. You understand my circumstances. I can't commit to anything long term." "Sometimes you just have to work things out," Debby observed thoughtfully. "We have worked things out. I go to my position in Boston, and he returns to Congress," I said defensively. Blake had never mentioned the future, and the last thing I wanted was to have my heart broken by the same man...again. But considering how I felt about him, it was going to be impossible to avoid the hurt when I departed. "We'll see," Debby said with amusement in her voice. "Take care of yourself, and don't push yourself to feel normal immediately. It sounds like you need to regain weight and your energy." "Oh, God. Now you sound like Marcus." I rolled my eyes. "I sound like your older sister who loves you." "Sorry. I know. It's just—I really need some distance from all