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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red and blotchy from crying. She broke down 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

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. "My date thought I didn't need to know about his

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

of water, still reeling from the conversation with Laura about the asshole who thought she'd

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

kitchen counter, closing my

I was feeling this

sex with that

feeling. I was just tired,

surprise when I saw Luke standing in the shadows. He wasn't wearing a shirt. The only item of clothing

his abdominal muscles forming a solid V-shape that disappeared beneath the waistband to another

trying

with amusement. "Jealous?" he asked, taking a step

my head, trying to clear it of Luke. "No,

repeated, his voice low and husky while his thumb traced an invisible line over my bottom lip and down my jaw to

had