Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 6

JESS

"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger.

Luke's eyes locked onto mine, his expression cold and hard. "What are you doing?" he grunted, his tone equally as icy.

I felt a surge of frustration and humiliation wash over me. Who did he think he was, barging in here like this? I glared at him.

"I asked you what you're doing here? This isn't your house, and Josh isn't here," I repeated, my voice rising.

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Luke didn't respond, just kept staring at me with an unreadable expression.

Without another word, I stood up a little too fast. My head was spinning, and I stumbled backward, my hand reaching out for something to steady myself but only grasping air. Shit. Shit. I was going to fall into the pool.

Luke caught me easily, his strong arms wrapping around me as he pulled me back onto the pool deck. I felt his chest rise and fall as he breathed, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

His grip tightened as I struggled against him. "Whoa, easy," he muttered, his voice softening slightly. CHAPTER 6

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a silent struggle. The squirmed out of his hold, but the friction, I realized, had done something else. Something hard that was pressing into my stomach. I stopped moving and looked up. Luke raised a brow at me expectantly as if it was my fault, and I

eyes flicked down to my left arm and hip, and

growled, his

what Luke was staring at. The bruises from last night's encounter with the drunk groper were still visible, and I felt a surge of mortification. I'd

away from him, trying to regain some distance. But he caught me easily, his grip tightening around my upper arms. "Let me go before you leave another one," I said, trying to sound

and I followed his gaze to realize that my arms were crossed, putting

Luke smirked and shook his

gloat?" I

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I was still shaken from the night before. And now, having Luke here, the entire night came rushing back. "What do you want, Luke?" I asked, trying to

to finish out little chat," he said, his voice low and

again, his fingers brushing against the bruise. It was a gentle touch, but

don't have time for this. If you really wanted to help, you would have fucked me last night," I found a smidge of courage and tried to pass him to get back to the house before Sam and Jess

grasp. His strong arms wrapped around me,

suit," he murmured, his voice low and

waistband of my bikini bottoms, the fabric feeling like sandpaper against my skin. My heart raced as

composure.

tightened, his