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

CHAPTER 8

JESS

Sam and I waited for Laura all night, and we ignored the pool party Josh had going on downstairs. Sam was at the window, looking over at me.

"You know they're totally making out in the pool, right?" she said. "Like Luke and your brother with the two cheerleaders. What the hell? Ar the planning on having an orgy down there?"

I shrugged. "They can do whatever they want as long as it's not in the house and it doesn't keep me up at night."

I tried to be fine with it, but I knew deep down that there was a little hole starting to grow inside me. Why would I think that because Luke offered to take my virginity, it meant he might like me? Of course, he doesn't. It's just a joke to him. Poor little Jess so pathetic she can't get a guy to sleep with her.

I groaned and fell back onto my bed, yanking out my phone.

"Got a text from Laura," Sam said. "She's in an Uber on her way back."

"Do you think they did it?" I asked

Sam shrugged. "I mean, it's a little fast. Not that my first time lasted long anyway...like two minutes max. But a movie is longer than two hours, right?" Laura walked through the front door less than 20 minutes later,

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"His girlfriend showed up the blures out between sobs. Luke and Josh walked in just then, and Josh paused, looking

wiped at her face and finally spoke up. "My date thought I didn't

don't care about anything other than your little football career and your next conquest.' I was angry, not at Josh, but he just ended up being a

glass of water, still reeling

up my spine, and I hated it. I had no reason to be jealous - Luke wasn't mine. Hell, Luke was being Luke. Why it affected

glass of water and leaned over the kitchen counter, closing my eyes and trying to steady my

I was feeling this

idea of Luke having sex with that cheerleader got under my

breath and opened my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling. I was just tired,

wasn't wearing a shirt. The only item of clothing on his body was a pair of boxers that hung very low and did very

abdominal muscles forming a solid V-shape that disappeared beneath the waistband to another outline. My throat went

trying to sound calm and nonchalant,

he asked, taking a step closer and then another until he was right on top of

my head, trying to clear it of Luke. "No, I'm not jealous,"

spine. "You're not jealous?" he repeated, his voice low and husky while his thumb traced an invisible line over my bottom lip and down my

touch. He had a cheerleader upstairs.