Don’t Fall for Your Best Friend (Magnolia Ridge #1) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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Pussy in any sense is fun or has it been so long you forgot?

Callum: It’s been a long time for you too, Pax.

Tripp: You both definitely forgot the feeling of pussy.

Callum: Tripp, shut the fuck up. Your goddamn voice just dropped.

Tripp: Let’s all hit the club tonight.

Brock: Yeah, I’m not good at sharing pussy with my brothers. But hey, you do you, boo.

I’m out. I’ve got plans.

Callum: Plans? What plans?

Brock: Plans with Hartford?

Yeah, we’re going to Moore’s.

Tripp: Oh la la…

Brock: Shit, things are getting serious.

Shepherd: Our boy’s in love.

Stop being an ass. I’m just helping her out with an article.

Callum: About what?



Callum: Tell us.

Shepherd: Just tell us.

Tripp: WE NEED TO KNOW.

Brock: Must be sexual because he’s not answering.

Callum: Pax?

Brock: Come on dude, don’t leave us hanging.

Paxton has turned off notifications.

As I drive to Hartford’s place, I can’t keep the grin off my face. This is uncharted territory for me, and the anticipation builds as I draw nearer to her house.

By the time I park in her driveway, I’m ready to explode with desire. I walk to the door to get her, because, after all, I’m a gentleman. A gentleman with the power of orgasms through my phone.

She opens the door and I’m speechless. I’ve been out with Hartford more times than I’ve been out with my brothers, but there’s something about her tonight. Something that takes my breath away. She’s wearing a sexy black dress that drapes off one shoulder and hits just above her knees. Her auburn hair falls in waves around her slim shoulders, and her makeup is darker than normal.

“Hey,” she says, allowing me to walk inside.

“Hey.” I run my eyes over her body, down her toned legs to her black heels, and up again. “You look, wow, Hart. You look stunning.”

“Thanks.” She hustles away and snags her purse from the coffee table. “So, I guess we should go?”

When she crosses back to me, I rest my hands on her shoulders and lock my eyes with hers. “Do you have it on?”

She rolls her eyes and tries to step away from me, but I tighten my hold. “Yes, Pax. That’s the point of this, isn’t it?”

A pulse thrums straight to my cock at the thought of her having it on right now. “Yeah, it is, but I’m just checking one last time that you’re good with this. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

I want her to say she’s comfortable with it more than I want my next breath. I’ve thought of nothing but this for far too long, but I also don’t want her to regret anything. I don’t want to take her orgasm unless she’s all in.

“I’m a little nervous, but I’m good,” she says, squeezing my arm.

“Should we try it out before we do it for real?”

She shakes her head quickly, finally pulling out of my hold. “No, let’s just go.”

It’s a short drive to the restaurant, so once I put my Jeep in drive, I focus on the road as she flips through the radio stations. She’s always in control of the radio in my Jeep. Most times she connects her phone’s Bluetooth and plays her own playlist, but not tonight.

“At Velocity Auto Emporium, we’ve got the keys. To the car of your dreams, just come and see! From sleek sedans to rugged trucks,” she sings out. “Velocity Auto Emporium, where your car dreams come true. We’re waiting here, just for you.” She sighs. “I love that jingle.”

I peek over at her, grinning. “I know you do.”

She sings the jingle every time she hears it. And every time it makes me laugh. It’s cute.

“One day, I’ll buy a car from there.”

“And get rid of Norma Jean?” I ask, talking about her red Volkswagen Beetle.

“Norma Jean is on her last leg.”

“I can ask Harold at Harold’s Auto Shop if he can take a look at it.”

Hartford shrugs. “No, it’s okay. I’m just thinking ahead.”

The radio plays a soft tune, and Hartford focuses her attention on the passing quaint scenery of downtown Magnolia Ridge. Boutique shops line the streets the closer we get to Moore’s Restaurant.

“Just remind me again this isn’t the worst idea I’ve ever had,” she whispers.

I glance at her before focusing back on the road. She’s nervous, and as fucked up as it might be, it excites me more.

“This is not the worst idea you’ve ever had. That time you tried to dye your hair blonde would be the worst.”

She groans, covering her face. “Yeah, that was a horrible idea.”

“Breakups do that to you. You wanted change, and while it wasn’t the best change, it was still change.”

“Thanks a lot.”

I reach over and squeeze her hand. “You’re perfect. You don’t need to change anything.”

“Smooth talker.”

I smile as I park the Jeep in Moore’s lot and look over at her. “I’m honest, not a smooth talker.” We stare at each other, and, for a second, I feel like there’s sexual tension in the air. It disappears as quickly as it appeared, but I still felt it. I wonder if she did too.


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