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,

000%

soon as she stepped inside. "His girlfriend showed up the blures out

to your cheerleaders. It's none of your business, 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

Josh was 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

reeling from the conversation

I guessed the girls stayed over because their car was still parked outside. Jealousy crept up my spine, and I hated it. I had no reason to be jealous - Luke wasn't mine. Hell, Luke was being

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

believe I was

Luke having sex

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

a shirt. The only item of clothing on his body

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

to?" I asked, trying to

"Jealous?" he asked, taking a

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

breath sending shivers down my spine. "You're not jealous?" he repeated, his voice low and husky

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