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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as 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 concern I just

he demanded. "Tell me what the hell happened? Laura wiped at her face and finally spoke up. "My date thought I didn't need to know about his girlfriend-until she showed up she said, her voice shaking. "I would

about anything other than your little football career and your next conquest.' I was angry, not at Josh, but he just

night, I walked down to the kitchen for a glass of water, still reeling from the conversation with Laura about the asshole who thought she'd be fine

up my spine, and I hated

kitchen

believe I was feeling

of Luke having sex with

a deep breath and opened my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling.

shirt. The only item of clothing on his body was a pair of

disappeared beneath the waistband

asked, trying

smirked at me, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Jealous?" he asked, taking a step closer and then another until he was right on top

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

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

swallowed hard, pulling away from his touch. He had a cheerleader upstairs. Hell, he was probably down here