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

CHAPTER 47 JESS

I focused on Tom, doing my best to avoid looking in Luke's direction. Sweet, blue- eyed Tom, who had been nothing but a gentleman. He held my hand, his thumb gently stroking my skin. I tried to lean into his caress, allowing him to kiss my temple and pull me closer. But I felt... nothing. His touch didn't set my skin on fire like Luke's did.

I refused to give Luke the satisfaction of knowing he'd ruined me for anyone else. I ignored him, trying my best to focus on Tom. I laughed and listened as the boys talked, and he was so kind and considerate, pulling me into the conversation even though I had no idea what As Tom's arm wrapped around my shoulders, I tried to focus on the warmth of his skin and how well-

built he was. His strength is that I should feel really lucky right now. But my eyes betrayed me, drifting towards Luke. He walked by, peeling off his shirt. and revealing those hard lines of tan, smooth skin. Muscles rippled beneath that taut skin, contracting and relaxing as he I watched him, my heart pounding. He moved with grace and power. Every stroke of his arms sent waves crashing around. him. Strokes that had me almost slipping off his couch not too long ago.

My gaze locked onto his broad back, and images of my legs

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draped across it with his head... Shit, I need to snap out of this, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Then I noticed the bleach blonde bobbing behind him. Tiffany, in a swimsuit that didn't count as clothing at all, was right there, following him like a shadow. My stomach twisted, jealousy flaring up inside me.

down, reminding myself that I was with Tom. But it was hard, so hard, to ignore the sight of Luke and Tiffany together. It nauseated me, but at least it forced me to look away. I spotted Sam and

threw back a shot that tasted a whole lot like gasoline. Sam just egged me on, and smiled at

mine, and I forced myself to smile at him. He didn't deserve

Jess?" Tom's voice was soft, but he

1. me.

nervous. Needed some liquid courage," I lied, hoping he wouldn't

say the word, and I'll get you a drink next

replied, trying to sound

tried to focus on Tom, who was built equally as impressive as Luke only; Tom was a little.

help but compare. Tom was sweet and gentle, his touch soft and caring. But Luke's touch... it was fire and electricity, a spark that ignited something deep within me. I hated that he had this power over me, that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it. "You know what, maybe not

the here and now. But it was hard, so damn hard, when Luke was

close, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're beautiful, Jess," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity but also a little

smiled, leaning into

pulled Tiffany to the edge of the pool. He glanced in my direction, and for a moment, our eyes met. My heart skipped a