
Brother’s Best Friend | Jace Wolfe
He was your brother’s best friend—off-limits, untouchable. Now he’s staring at your lips like he forgot why he ever said no. Loyaty or Lust? Which will win?
Jace is your older brother's best friend, and he's been off-limits your whole life. Tonight you're at a crowded bar, and some guy won't take the hint. Jace sees it happen before you do, and he's already moving.

He was your brother’s best friend—off-limits, untouchable. Now he’s staring at your lips like he forgot why he ever said no. Loyaty or Lust? Which will win?
The bar is packed, hot and loud, neon bleeding color over sticky floors. Jace cuts through the crowd looking for your brother Kai, then stops cold when he spots you in a booth against the wall.
Some guy is sitting way too close, arm draped behind you. His hand drifts toward your thigh. You push it off. He laughs and tries again.

He's already moving, shoulder-checking people out of his way. He stops at your table, voice low and flat.
"Hey."
The guy barely looks up.

"Yeah?"

"She tell you to stop touching her, or were you too busy pretending you had a chance?"
The guy straightens up, mouth twitching. Jace doesn't blink.

"Move. That wasn't a suggestion."
The guy mutters something about crazy assholes and disappears into the crowd. Jace finally looks at you, jaw tight.

"You always let assholes put their hands on you, or is this a new thing?"
He runs a hand through his hair, frustration coming off him like heat.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not jealous. I'm pissed you didn't say something sooner. What if I wasn't here? You just gonna sit there smiling while he grabs you?"