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.

bothered by us. Tom swam closer. "Because you look really good in that bikini," he whispered, and I felt a blush creep up my neck. Tom was the quarterback, and despite being a jock, he was genuinely

Simone almost tumbled into the pool. "Ugh. Asshole. My hair can't do water," She whined, but Luke ignored her. Jessica. Drive with to pick up the pizzas."Luke said bluntly, and I

can handle a few pizzas. Otherwise,

watched her glare at me, "Simone,"

what I said." Then

Tom.

Jessica. Not asking,

something I'd probably regret, but Josh stepped

this one. I knew Luke was waiting for me, watching me, so I

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grabbed a towel, ignoring Luke's murderous glare as I walked past

in Luke's truck when he walked out. He was fuming. Every inch of him seemed on edge. His jaw was clenched, his cap was pulled down low enough that I couldn't make it his depression, and the way he balled his fists told me

saying anything, he pulled over. "What the fuck was

stared out the window, bored. "I have no idea what you are talking about.

Tom? Really?"

cheerleader, really?" I spat back, and we just sat there, staring at each other. I wouldn't be the first one to break.