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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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 gave

flicked down to my left arm and hip, and

that?" he growled, his voice low and cold

cheeks flush as I realized 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 almost forgotten about them. But

him, trying to regain some distance. But he caught me easily, his grip tightening around my upper arms. "Let

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

surprise, Luke smirked and shook his

to gloat?"

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narrowed my eyes at him, trying to keep up the tough act. But deep down, I knew I was still shaken from the night before. And now, having Luke here,

onto mine. "I came to finish out little chat," he said, his voice low and even. "but now I want

fingers brushing against the bruise. It was a gentle touch, but it sent sparks flying through

this. If you really wanted to help, you would have

grasp. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. I felt a flutter in

hardly counts as a bathing suit," he murmured,

waistband of my bikini bottoms, the fabric feeling like

composure.

his body