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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stepped inside. "His girlfriend showed up the blures out between sobs. Luke and

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

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 conquest.' I was angry, not at Josh, but he

down to the kitchen for a glass of water, still reeling from the conversation

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

and leaned over the kitchen counter,

was feeling

the idea of Luke having sex with

breath and opened my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling. I was just tired, that's all. It was late, and I was

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

of his abdominal muscles forming a solid V-shape that disappeared beneath the waistband to another outline. My throat went dry as I stared at him,

I asked, trying to sound

asked, taking a step closer and then another until

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

"You're not jealous?" he repeated, his voice low and husky while his thumb traced

touch. He had a cheerleader upstairs. Hell, he was probably