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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soon as she stepped inside. "His girlfriend showed up the blures out between sobs. Luke and Josh walked in just then, and Josh paused, looking at Laura. Was that

I snapped Josh narrowed his eyes and ignored me. Well, clearly, someone made her cry," he demanded. "Tell me what the hell happened? Laura wiped at her face and finally spoke up.

Laura's life. "Why do you suddenly care? Actually, dumb question. You don't care about anything other than your little football

the kitchen for a glass of water, still reeling from the conversation with Laura about the asshole

pool and I guessed the girls stayed over because their car was still parked outside. Jealousy crept up my spine,

downed the glass of water and leaned over the kitchen counter, closing

I was feeling this

idea of Luke having sex with that

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

upstairs and yelped in surprise when I saw Luke standing in the shadows. He 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.

cheerleader to get back to?" I asked, trying to

he asked, taking a step closer

clear it of Luke. "No, I'm not jealous," I lied, my voice barely

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

had a cheerleader upstairs.