Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 23 JESS

I stepped into the pool, locking eyes with Luke. He stared at me while he kissed Simone, or whatever her name was. I

deliberately put on a very small red bikini, and by the look on Tom's face, I made a good choice.

I looked away from Luke and gave Tom my sweetest smile. Before he smiled back, his gaze flickered to my brother, who was holding Luara on the other side of the pool. I watched my brother give Tom a subtle nod. That must have been a signal or something because Tom gave me a toothy grin back and swam over to me.

"Hey, Jess."

"Hi," I sunk into the cool water, dipping beneath and surfacing, gliding my hands through my hair. Tom's jaw went a little slack, and I swear his eyes almost popped out of his head.

"I. Uh. Do you enjoy swimming?" Tom's words stumbled out, and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his nervousness.

"I like running," I said sweetly and stepped closer to him, inches separating us.

"You must-run a lot..."

"Why do you say that?" I cocked my head to the side, stepping forward, forcing Tom to walk back to the deep end until we

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were both treading water.

Tom swam closer. "Because you look really good in that bikini," he whispered,

fast that Simone almost tumbled into the pool. "Ugh. Asshole. My hair can't do water," She whined, but Luke

staying. I'm sure you can handle a few pizzas. Otherwise, take Nicole." I

her glare at me, "Simone,"

"Yeah. That's what I said." Then I turned back

Tom.

asking, get

probably regret, but Josh stepped in just in time. "Just

for me, watching me, so I turned around, kissed Tom on the lips and then swam to the opposite side to get out. CHAPTER

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ignoring Luke's murderous glare as I walked past him

was pulled down low enough that I couldn't make it his depression, and the way he balled his fists told me it wasn't going to be a fun ride. We drove silently for the first few minutes until I couldn't take it

he pulled over. "What the fuck

window, bored. "I have no idea what you are talking

what! Tom? Really?" His

in his direction, "Another brainless cheerleader, really?" I spat back, and we just sat there, staring