The last thing I expected when I walked into Jenna's bedroom to find her legs open with Luke between them.

Rage courses through me, some caveman instinct of seeing another man with my woman surges through me.

But then I look into Jenna's eyes, and I see her tears and I see her fear. And the last thing I want is for her to feel hurt. Shame. To deny her what she wants.

I'm not surprised that she wants Luke. I've known that forever. She confirmed it today.

It's one thing to know something, though, it's another thing to have that shoved right into your face. In your own goddamn house. When you're getting ready for a date with the woman you are willing to give everything up for. Give everything to.

Ever since I found her in the barn this afternoon, all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her every day for the rest of her life.

I'd be lying if I told you it doesn't hurt to see her on her back, her big beautiful tits on display, her creamy thighs being held by another man.

And the other man is my best friend. Shock is written on his face as well.

Luke stands, shaking his head, raising his hands in the air.

"Man, I didn't... I know what this looks like."

"What does it look like, Luke? What exactly is this supposed to look like?" My voice is louder than I want to be, but I can't help myself. I want to know Luke's intentions and I want to know them now. I need to know them because I'm not going to let anyone mess with Jenna. If he just wants her for a quick fuck and nothing more, then he's gonna have to leave this property.

I'm not going to let anyone use Jenna as something disposable. Because I know -- I've known since I met her when she was fourteen years old that she is nothing disposable. She is the kind of woman you keep forever, the kind that, once you have, you never let go of.

"It looks like I'm finally having what I've been wanting for so long." Luke's eyes meet mine head-on, and I know he isn't pretending. He isn't saying something to satisfy me. He is saying the goddamn truth.

And the thing is, I understand his sentiment. I understand perfectly because I've wanted it to be her too. She's all either of us have ever wanted, but we never admitted that out loud before now. Because how are you supposed to say I want my best friend's stepdaughter?

"I'm so sorry, Chris," Jenna says as she scrambles to pull a sheet over her exposed body.

"What are you apologizing for, exactly?" I ask.

At this, Luke's eyes dart between her and I. His eyes say it all, he doesn't know about what happened in the barn earlier.

"I'm sorry for messing this all up between us all. I've ruined everything. I know I shouldn't have let Luke... I shouldn't have let you... I just wanted it all so badly. I wanted you both so badly. And now..." Jenna's eyes fill with tears, they fall down her cheek. She covers her face and stands from the bed, pulling down her skirt and dropping the sheet. Adjusting her top and covering her beautiful breasts.

"Jenna, don't walk away like this," I tell her. "Stay, let us talk this out. So we can understand where –"

Jenna cuts me off. "No Chris, no one would understand. You and Luke... you both probably hate me. I need to go. I should never have come. I wanted something forbidden. I knew it, and yet I came to the farm anyways. Because what I wanted..."

"Jenna," Luke says reaching for her hand, but she breaks away, pushes past us both and scurries to the door. Her feet are bare on the hardwood floor and her hair streams out behind her as she runs to the front door.

Before she closes it behind her, she turns and says, "Please, don't follow me. I'll come back once I calm down. I just need a few minutes to sort out... to figure out where I should go next. Please, don't follow me."

Jenna grabs her purse from the hook beside the door and runs out of the house.

Luke and I watch her go, both of us shouting at her to return. I'm still standing here in my goddamn towel, and I start to run after her but Luke stops me.

"Let her go, for now," he tells me. "I know Jenna, she gets real worked up, she's sensitive like that. She needs time to collect her thoughts."

I give Luke a hard look, wanting to decide if I should follow his lead. Then remembering that he has lived with Jenna, watched her grow into a woman, and I imagine he's seen her in tears before. I nod, my teeth tightly clenched.

"In that case, I think you and I should have a talk," I tell him.

Luke nods in agreement, then smirks. "Suppose you are gonna put on a pair of pants first? Not quite sure I'm ready to see your cock all up in my face."

I shrug, headed to my room, but deep down already thinking that he and I are going to need to become a hell of a lot more personal with each other if we want to make Jenna happy.