Inked by My Sister’s Ex Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:

Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)

My sister is all I’ve got.
Kelly basically raised me after we lost our parents in a plane crash. When a douche made a joke about it, when life went bad, and when I needed her…
She was there. Always.
But I can’t stop crushing on her ex-boyfriend.
Jamie Jensen is six and a half feet of pure muscle, his arms tattooed and strong, his hair silver…his aura brooding. Aura sounds so cheesy, but he has one.
A major aura.
He’s forty-one years of intensity, watching me at a party one evening like he can’t decide if he hates me or wants to kiss me.
But it doesn’t happen there.
I decide to get a tattoo, live on the wild side, but I don’t tell Kelly. I book a session with her ex.
Nothing will happen, I tell myself.
I’m a twenty-year-old college student. Maybe one day I’ll be a teacher. I’m curvy and, honestly, not great with guys. Oh, and add virgin to that list, which puts my chances in the gutter.
But when Jamie kisses me, it feels right.
I can’t fight the urges when things get even steamier in the tattoo studio.
We do possessive, hungry things together, both of us caught up in the moment.
Then everything unravels.
A brick comes through the window.
Kelly tells me a secret about Jamie.
And suddenly, I’m holding a gun, wondering if I’m going to get out of here alive.
Nothing will ever be the same, not now that my sister’s ex has inked me.

* Inked by My Sister’s Ex is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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Kelly sits on the couch, staring at the TV with almost a shell-shocked look on her face.

It’s similar to how she looked when mom and dad died, my older sister – normally so brave and capable – sitting there like she had to focus just to breathe.

Kelly’s three years older than me, built more like dad, tall and lean with black hair tied in a ponytail. She sighs and picks at the fabric of the armchair with her painted chipped fingernails.

It’s silly. I’m twenty, and Kelly’s twenty-three now. We’re both grown women. But sometimes, I still feel like that little kid, looking to my older sister to show me the way.

“So you broke up?” I whisper as a light rain taps against the window.

Kelly nods shortly. “Yeah. It’s all over now. Everything.”

“I didn’t know you liked Jamie that much.”

Even saying his name causes a traitorous shiver to move through me. I can’t help but think of him, tall and dashing with those steady blue eyes that seem never to miss anything.

I’ve seen him a handful of times at parties, but I know he’s never seen me.

I mean, technically, he has. But he’s never noticed me.

And that’s good. He’s Kelly’s boy… no, her ex-boyfriend now.

Does that make any difference?

Kelly doesn’t respond. She just keeps staring blankly at the TV. It’s on mute, the news playing a feel-good story about a neighborhood that surprised an elderly lady on her birthday. Kelly normally loves segments like this, but I can tell she’s not really watching it.

It’s bad because the quiet gives me time to think about Jamie. I last saw him a week ago, standing aloof at the edge of the bar, a beer in his hand. I didn’t see him sip from that beer all night, just held it, watching. He was wearing a T-shirt that showed his muscular tattooed arms too.

We spoke briefly.

We always do, just to say hello, and it’s like he hates me. Resents me for tagging along with my big sister, for being there, getting in the way.

That’s why I mostly say no when Kelly asks me.

Maybe if I stop seeing him, I’ll stop wanting him.

But it hasn’t worked yet.

I think of all the times I’ve almost touched myself when I should’ve been studying. I’m never going to be a teacher if I don’t focus on my work. But concentrating on anything is impossible when Jamie’s always lurking at the edge of my mind.

Ready to pounce.

It’s not even just studying. I was washing the dishes a few nights ago when he popped into my head, his shirt torn in my waking fantasy, those steady eyes blazing as he tore the rest of it, revealing his muscled body.

“I need you, Jennifer. Now.”

I stare at Kelly, looking at her sadness, her pain, reminding myself that I can never act on this. Or even talk about it.

It’s not like acting on it would even be possible. He wouldn’t want me even if I wasn’t Kelly’s sister.

Which I am.

So I’m stuck.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

Kelly looks at me, shaking her head. “It’s not what you think. I’m not…I didn’t love him or anything.”

“You’ve been together for two months,” I say.

“So that means I love him?”

I sigh. “No, I just….”

What am I saying?

It’s like I’m trying to justify it to myself, this thing that can never happen. This thing could rip us apart, me and my sister, the person who’s been there for me since the plane crash.