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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the blures out between sobs. Luke and Josh walked in just then, and Josh paused,

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 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 have been a convenient fuck in a parking lot." Then she walked past Josh

don't care about anything other than your

still reeling from the conversation with Laura about the

and 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

leaned over the kitchen counter, closing my eyes and

was feeling this

sex with that cheerleader got

shake off the feeling. I was just tired,

standing in the shadows. He wasn't wearing a shirt. The only item of clothing on his body was a pair of boxers that hung very low and did very little

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 him,

asked, trying to sound calm and nonchalant, but my voice came

with amusement. "Jealous?" he asked, taking a step closer and then another until he was right

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

"You're not jealous?" he repeated, his voice low

swallowed hard, pulling away from his touch. He had a cheerleader