All Chapters of Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Luca’s POVThe silence that followed the door slamming was louder than the shout that had preceded it. It was that heavy, suffocating kind of silence that makes your ears ring. I stood there, bare-chested and feeling like the world’s biggest idiot, while the R&B track I’d picked out for my "stripper" performance kept thumping away in the background. I reached over and killed the music with a jab of my finger.I looked at Emma. She looked like she was about to shatter into a million jagged pieces. Her eyes were wide, glazed with a look of absolute horror, and she was clutching that white hotel robe like it was the only thing keeping her from falling through the floor."She saw," Emma whispered, her voice so thin I almost missed it. "Luca, she saw everything.""Emma, breathe," I said, stepping toward her. I reached for her shoulders, but she was shaking so hard it felt like I was touching a live wire."I have to go after her," she said, her voice rising an octave. She scrambled off the

Hannah’s POVMy heart had been doing that annoying, fluttery thing for three days straight. You’d think by now, I’d have better control over a stupid crush, but Emma Reed wasn't just a crush. She was the girl who saw through the "Carter" armor. She was my person. Or at least, I thought she was.I remembered standing in the Lodge living room on Thursday, twisting my ring around my finger until my skin was red. I’d rehearsed the invite in the mirror ten times. “Hey Em, my group has this project... want to come? Simple. Casual. Not at all like I was dying for forty-eight hours of her undivided attention.I’d finally caught her alone by the coffee machine on Friday ."Emma? Hey," I’d said, trying to keep my voice from cracking. "So, about this weekend... my architecture group is heading to this getaway spot. It’s mostly for site analysis, but there’s this library there that’s supposed to be incredible. I was thinking... maybe you could come? You could get some writing done, and we could,

Mia’s POVHannah’s challenge wasn’t just words. It was a raw, drunken plea, a demand for an experience she’d never had but had fantasized about in secret corners of her mind. It hung in the air between us, thick and tangible, a line crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed.My breath caught. “Okay,” I whispered.I stood up, my legs feeling unsteady from the wine and the sudden, seismic shift in the room. I reached for her hands. “Come with me.”She stood, swaying slightly, her dress still pooled around her waist. I led her to the bed, a king-sized expanse of crisp white sheets and plush pillows under the dim glow of the city lights. I pushed her gently down onto the edge of it, then knelt before her, my knees sinking into the soft carpet.“First,” I said, my voice low, “we get rid of these.”My fingers found the clasp of her bra at the front. It was a simple click, and the material loosened. I peeled it away slowly, letting her watch. Her breasts were full, pale in the muted light, with a s

Emma’s POVI didn’t sleep. I don’t think anyone in a twenty-mile radius of the Carter Lodge slept, but for me, it was a special kind of hell. I spent the entire night staring at the ceiling of my room, my phone plugged into the wall like a life-support machine. Every few minutes, I’d hit redial on Hannah’s number.Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail.Every time I heard her recorded voice—bright, bubbly, and completely unaware of the wreckage I’d caused—I felt like someone was tightening a wire around my throat. By 6:00 AM, my eyes were burning, raw from tears I couldn't stop and a guilt I couldn't outrun.As soon as the sun started peaking through the blinds, I couldn't take the silence anymore. I called Luca."Emma?" His voice was thick with sleep, but he answered on the first ring. "God, Babe, it’s early. Are you okay?""Did she come back?" I blurted out, sitting bolt upright. "Luca, tell me she came back to the house. I’ve been calling all night. Mia isn't answering either. I’m losing my m

Emma’s POVI stared at the blue light of my phone, the cursor blinking like a heartbeat. Alone time. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a heavy chain around my ribs and was slowly turning the crank. Part of me—the desperate, selfish part—wanted to say yes. I wanted to run across the street, throw myself into Luca’s arms, and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.But then I thought of Hannah. I thought of the way her voice had sounded when she told me she’d try to forgive me, the raw exhaustion in her eyes, and the smell of that perfume that now felt like a warning.I typed back: Luca, I really need to rest. Honestly, I just settled things with Hannah, and it wouldn’t make any sense to have another "escapade" just minutes after we finally stopped the bleeding. I need to be still for a night. You get it, right?I didn't wait for him to reply before I tossed the phone face-down on the duvet.A few seconds later, it buzzed.[Luca]: I get it, Babe. You’ve been through enou