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 she stepped inside. "His girlfriend showed up the blures out between sobs. Luke and Josh walked in just then, and Josh

hell happened? Laura wiped at her face

suddenly care? Actually, dumb question. You don't care about anything other than your little football career and your next

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

Luke had eventually gotten out of the pool and I guessed the girls stayed over because their car was still parked outside. Jealousy crept up my spine, and I hated it.

leaned over the kitchen counter, closing my eyes and trying

believe I was feeling this

Luke having sex with that cheerleader

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

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

could see the outline 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

have a cheerleader to get back to?" I asked, trying to sound calm and nonchalant,

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

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

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

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