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  She’s the one girl I wasn’t supposed to want. But some things are just too Hard to Resist.

  Ravi

  Since I was five years old I've had two best friends: Chase and his twin sister Hadley. Unfortunately for me Hadley isn't a little kid anymore and I can't stop seeing her as more than a friend. Even more unfortunate, Chase says if I lay a finger on her he'll never speak to me again, so no matter how difficult it is I have to resist her.

  Hadley

  I fell in love with my best friend Ravi when I was sixteen. Now, I'm eighteen and I've made a decision; before I go to college I'm giving Ravi my virginity.

  After one steamy summer together Ravi and Hadley are at odds because they just can't seem to agree on the direction to take their relationship. Hadley wants it all, while Ravi just wants to make sure his best friend, Chase, never finds out what happened between the two of them. When they're forced to live together will Ravi be able to resist the woman he hasn't stopped thinking about for over a year, or will it be too hard to resist?

  Hard to Resist

  (Sexy Nerd Boys, 3)

  by K.M.Neuhold

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  Hard to Resist© 2016 by K.M.Neuhold

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 1

  June 2015

  Ravi

  Limerence: the state of infatuation.

  Infatuation: a shortlived but intense attraction to another person.

  What constitutes short-lived? A week? A month? A year? I’m thinking three years is probably past the grace period to describe something as short-lived. The intense part though? Yeah, I’ve got that covered.

  The rhythmic pounding of feet on pavement has always been soothing to me. Finding that perfect pace where you can zone out and just run. There’s nothing like it.

  I often let my mind wander during these bi-weekly cross-country runs with the track team. I think about the future; mostly what I wish it would be instead of what it will be. And I spend a lot of time doing my best not to think about...

  “Hadley Parker,” Greg Peterson says reverently to a sophomore, whose name I can’t remember, a few paces ahead of me. “I’m telling you man, she is so fucking hot.”

  I bite my tongue until I taste blood. Greg Peterson is too big of a tool to have the right to even say her name.

  “Isn’t her brother, Chase, crazy overprotective?” the kid asks.

  Hell yeah, Chase is overprotective. As far as he’s concerned, no one is good enough for his sister. Not even his best friend in the world...that would be me.

  “I guess so, but she’s like a secret agent or some shit. She’s really good at sneaking around so big brother doesn’t kill a guy,” Greg says with a laugh.

  Bile rises in my throat. This doesn’t sound like a hypothetical have you seen that chick’s rack type conversation. He obviously has been with Hadley. Not that it’s any of my business who Hadley is sneaking around with.

  Having a ridiculously inappropriate crush on your best friend's twin sister really sucks.

  *****

  I’m honestly not even sure what my trigonometry teacher is going on about at this point. I’ve done nothing but stare daggers at the back of Greg Peterson’s head since class started. I wish I’d run faster, or slower this morning; been just far enough out of earshot to miss his arrogant banter.

  A light knock at the classroom door gave the teacher pause.

  The door opened and —as though summoned by my errant thoughts— Hadley steps in. Her long, chestnut hair is pulled into a messy bun at the base of her neck. Her striking winter green eyes land on me and light mischievously. She schools her features quickly and looks blandly at the teacher.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr.Voss. I was sent to bring Ravi down to the office.” She holds out a pink slip of paper to indicate that she’s here on ‘official office orders’.

  I gather up my things and follow her silently out of the classroom. Once we’re halfway down the hallway we both burst out laughing.

  “Thanks for the prison break LP.” I sling an arm over her shoulder and try my hardest not to notice how warm and nice she feels tucked against me. “Where the hell did you get the office note from?”

  “I swiped the pad when the secretary wasn’t looking. If they didn’t want people to take them then they shouldn’t leave them just sitting there on the desk,” she explains defensively.

  “Are we getting Chase, too?” I ask as we head for one of the side exits.

  She scrunches her face up and shakes her head.

  “He always lectures me about ditching class.”

  “Okay, where to?”

  She rolls her eyes at my question. We both know it’s a dumb question. There’s only one place in the world Hadley would want to go on a beautiful spring day like this.

  “Alright, let’s go to the lake,” I concede with a laugh.

  Hadley

  Lounging on the hood of Ravi’s car, basking in the sun, watching the water of the lake ripple invitingly...this is heaven. It also doesn’t hurt to have the love of my life lying next to me, our shoulders just barely touching. Unfortunately, it’s never going to happen with Ravi. A twinge of sadness attempts to wrap itself around my heart but I take a deep breath and let the sweet spring air chase all of the sorrow away.

  Ravi has been best friends with my twin brother, Chase, since kindergarten. And, by extension, one of my best friends as well. Unfortunately for me I’ve been madly, stupidly, unrequitedly in love with him for four years.

  I realized I liked Ravi as more than a friend or brother when I was fourteen. I was at my first boy/girl party and ended up having to kiss Tim Marcus during a game of spin the bottle. He had been sitting right next to Ravi in the circle and when the bottle landed on Tim instead of Ravi my stomach had lurched in disappointment. I hadn’t thought much about what it would be like to kiss Ravi until that moment. But, once the thought entered my mind, it became an obsession.

  I spent ungodly amounts to time imagining Ravi and I kissing, holding hands, telling people he was my boyfriend. Those were my fantasies about him when I was fourteen, but as I matured so did my fantasies. Boy did they ever. Last summer when I saw him shirtless for the first time since he’d joined the track team—I had to change my panties afterward.

  “So, graduation is in two weeks, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

  “You know I’m going to be a doctor,” Ravi responds, a hint of resignation in his husky voice. Ever since he went through puberty, his voice has dropped about ten octaves. I get goosebumps every time he opens his mouth.

  “I didn’t ask what you’re going to do to please mommy and daddy. I asked what you want to be.” I bump his shoulder playfully.

  He sighs heavily, giving me a sidelong glance.

  “It’s really dorky,” Ravi warns with a grimace.

  “You�
��re an Indian boy with a pompadour and Star Wars bed sheets. I already figured that your dream career would be dorky,” I tease.

  “Don’t be jealous of my awesome hairdo and badass bed sheets,” he quips. “I...um...want to be a writer. I’ve written a few science fiction stories,” he admits, a blush creeping into his golden brown cheeks.

  “That’s so awesome. Could I read something sometime?” I ask hopefully.

  “Sure, maybe,” he mutters. “Are you seeing Greg Peterson?” he blurts, catching me off guard.

  My mouth falls open and I grapple for words.

  I’d been very careful to keep any and all of my “boyfriends” —and I use that term very loosely —quiet. One reason for this is Chase, because he’s the most overprotective brother in the world. But, the other reason was Ravi. I didn’t want him to think I was a skank. I did spend some, let’s call it ‘quality time’ with Greg. But it was mostly because he wasn’t repulsive and I want to be well-practiced on the off chance that one day I get my chance with Ravi.

  “Here and there, nothing serious,” I shrug.

  For a second Ravi’s features tighten and he actually looks like he’s jealous...or maybe it’s a trick of the light.

  My heart flutters at the possibility that Ravi could see me as more than a little sister. I decide right then and there that I’m not letting Ravi leave for college before I give him my virginity. I’ve kept it for him and this may be my last chance.

  I’m not stupid. I know Ravi and I can never really be together. I swear I will not be disappointed to only have him once. And then, he can go to college and we’ll both move on and remain best friends who shared something special. My mind's made up.

  Chapter 2

  Hadley

  The noise of the party downstairs filters into my room as I lay on my bed in the dark drinking a beer all alone. A pretty pathetic way to spend graduation night but c’est la vie.

  I tilt my head back and down the rest of the beer before setting the empty bottle on my nightstand and laying back on my bed with a sigh. I almost don’t hear the light tap at my door over the pounding sound of the music from downstairs. I debate whether or not to acknowledge the knock. Who even knows I’m up here? Before I can decide my door creaks open.

  “What are you doing up here all alone LP?”

  My heart does a funny little flip in my chest at the familiar husky voice, while I also cringe at his nickname for me. He started calling me that when we were fifteen: LP, as in Little Parker. Little? I’m the same freaking age that he is!

  “I’m just not in the mood for a party Ravi,” I murmur, wishing that I’d brought more than one beer up with me. “Did you need something?”

  Still not saying anything he steps into my room and quietly closes the door behind him with a click. My bed dips with his added weight and my body stiffens. How many times have I thought about Ravi Gangi in my bed? Too many to count.

  I can’t really see him in the dark but I’ve memorized his beauty over the years so I know exactly what he must look like right now. His golden skin, always so touchably smooth and warm. His black hair which was often coiffed Elvis-style. It’s one of my favorite things to tease him about, even though I think it’s sexy as hell on him. His chocolate eyes are always so full of caring and humor, like he’s always got a secret joke that he’s not telling. And, his full, inviting lips that constantly beg me to kiss them. My heart pounds at his proximity. His distinct Ravi scent is surrounding me, making my stomach quiver. I hope my bed smells like him forever.

  “What’s wrong LP? You seemed sad earlier and now here you are, all by yourself. I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

  My eyes burn with unshed tears. I swallow the lump in my throat.

  “I don’t feel much like celebrating. I wish I’d decided to go to New York for college with you and Chase. What am I going to do all alone at college here where I don’t know anyone?” My chest tightens as I finally voice the thing that’s been tormenting me for over a month.

  Ravi’s arms encircle me and he pulls me against his chest.

  “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers against my hair, rubbing my back to comfort me as the floodgates open and I start to sob uncontrollably.

  “I’m not ready to be all alone. I’m not ready to go to college,” I cry against his chest.

  “You’re going to make so many friends you’ll forget to even miss us. And we’ll be home for holidays and over the summer. Plus, we still have this whole summer before we leave,” he reassures, his deep voice a comforting murmur.

  My skin is on fire from our contact and suddenly I feel like I need to just go for it. I have nothing to lose at this point. He’s leaving for New York soon anyway.

  I pull back from his grip, just enough to look up at him. Even in the dark I’m close enough to make out his features. He looks down at me, his lips parted, his eyes roaming over my face. Before I can rethink or talk myself out of it, I close the distance between us.

  My lips crash against his, and his body stiffens in surprise. His lips remain still against mine. But I refuse to be deterred...at least not yet.

  I suck his bottom lip between my teeth and flick it with my tongue. He moans against my mouth and finally pulls me closer, parting his lips to grant me the access I crave. I lick and nip at him with need, and then I suck his tongue into my mouth. He moans again and massages my tongue with his own. He tastes minty like he’s recently chewed gum, and there’s just the faintest hint of beer on his lips. My hands travel over his lean, muscular body as his hands grip my hips. He pulls back, panting for breath and gazes down at me with a conflicted expression.

  “Hadley?” His voice is rough and broken like the turmoil in his eyes is tearing his soul apart. “What is this?”

  “Please Ravi, I need you.”

  I’m too far gone to feel any embarrassment for begging. Now that I know what his lips and tongue taste like I can’t let it stop here. This may be the only chance I have, the only moment I’ll ever get with Ravi and I’m not about to waste it. He’s using my real name instead of calling me LP, that has to mean something. His ragged breathing continues as he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, his intense gaze fixated on my mouth. He wants this as badly as I do.

  I press myself closer to him and reach between us to find his erection, straining against his pants. My need for Ravi consumes me like a wildfire.

  I’d saved my virginity for him. I know it was stupid. And, I know he probably doesn’t see me as anything other than a little sister. But, I couldn’t bring myself to give it to anyone else. It always had to be him.

  This would be so perfect, here on graduation night. If this is the only thing I can ever share with Ravi then I’ll be okay with it. I’ll be able to go on and live the rest of my life knowing I had this one moment.

  “Hadley,” he gasps out my name as I stroke him firmly through his pants.

  “Consider it a graduation present. Please?” I plead again, kissing along his throat, gorging myself on the taste of his skin against my lips as I silently pray that he’ll agree to this.

  I reach for the button on his pants and fumble with it. My hands are shaking too much to work the stupid button. Ravi lets out a defeated huff as he reaches between us and pops the button effortlessly. I smile triumphantly as I reclaim his lips.

  Ravi became insatiable, like a dying man, grasping for his last moments on earth. His hands are all over my body and his lips and tongue assault my mouth deliciously. He rolls on top of me and I reach between us and into his pants. Holy hell he’s huge. I’ve fooled around with a respectable number of guys and Ravi is by far longer and thicker than any of them. I let out an involuntary moan at the thought of being filled by him.

  I grasp him firmly and stroke him with purpose. As pre-cum starts to seep out I rub my thumb through it and spread it over the head of his cock.

  “God, Hadley. Fuck,” he gasps and moans as I work him with my hand. “Stop, you have to stop.”

  I release him
and look up at him with embarrassment. I can honestly say no guy has ever told me to stop before. I take a lot of pride in my hand job skills.

  “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

  “No, it was perfect...too perfect,” he explains with a laugh.

  Warmth spreads through my body. I want to make him feel good. And, I want him to make me feel good.

  Only Ravi. Always Ravi.

  His hand travels up my thigh, bunching my dress and exposing my white, lacy thong.

  “Fuck Hadley, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  He peels my panties off and kisses my inner thighs. My breathing becomes erratic as I throb, craving to feel his lips and tongue. He doesn’t make me wait long. His tongue swipes through my soaked folds and he moans with appreciation. I entwine my fingers in his hair as his tongue flicks over my desperate, swollen clit. Then he begins to devour me like he’s on death row and my pussy is his last meal.

  “Ravi, yes,” I gasp as heat builds in my stomach. His tongue strokes me relentlessly, making pleasured sounds in the back of his throat like eating my pussy is turning him on.

  He secures his lips over my sensitive nub and begins to suck while at the same time thrusting a finger inside of me. I instantly come undone, gasping his name over and over again until the waves of pleasure subside.

  “Do you have a condom?” I ask as soon as my breathing returns to normal.

  He hesitates, his eyes searching my face for the answer to some internal question he must be asking.

  “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  I know I should tell him I’m a virgin. But, I’m afraid if I do then he’ll change his mind about this. I kiss him again, tasting myself on his lips which only serves to make me want this more, if that’s even possible.

  I take the opportunity of his distraction to reach into his back pocket in search of the condom I hope he has on him. I smile against his lips as my fingers brush the foil packet. I pull it out and he pulls back to see what I’m doing.