I told myself she'd always be off-limits.
My best friend's little sister. That wide-eyed bakery girl with skin like untouched cream and a body begging to be ruined. I've fixed her beat-up car a dozen times in my garage, grease under my nails, her leaning close enough to smell her vanilla-sweet scent mixing with motor oil. But lately, those fixes turn into fantasies where I pin her against the workbench, stripping away that virgin shyness layer by layer.
She's fire wrapped in fragility, defying me with those feverish glances when her brother's not looking. Protective? Hell yes, I've been her shadow since she was a kid, shielding her from the world's rough edges. But now that hunger gnaws deeper - possessive, filthy urges to spread her thighs under the harsh fluorescents, watch her tremble as I claim what's never been touched. Guilt twists like a wrench in my gut, because crossing this line torches everything: our brotherhood forged in back-alley brawls, the town's nod of respect for the guy who never breaks his word.
One night at the fairground, lights spinning chaos around us, her whisper cuts through - "I want you to be first." Sweat-slicked in my truck cab later, windows fogged blind, bodies slamming together in reckless rhythm. It's ecstasy laced with poison, her gasps my confession, my thrusts her undoing. But dawn brings the mirror: what kind of man devours innocence while swearing loyalty to her brother?
If he finds out, the friendship dies in flames. My garage empties. And me? I'd stare at a stranger who chased taboo bliss over honor. She's my addiction, this paradox of purity craving my rough hands. But can I bury the beast before it devours us both?
A full-length contemporary taboo defloration erotic romance featuring a gruff possessive mechanic and his best friend's trembling virgin little sister. Includes themes of forbidden brotherhood betrayal, risky garage ravishment, and guilt-soaked first-time possession.
