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

CHAPTER 49

JESS

Grabbing my things, I let Tom drape an arm over my shoulder and lead me out of the house. Outside was crisp and fresh and took away the bit of the drunken haze I was in before falling into the pool. I needed to thank Tiffany, actually, for getting my ass. sober. Now, I was

guessed this drive home. In the worst-case scenario, I would just drive.

When we reached the truck, my heart skipped a beat. Luke was leaning against it, his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. I wanted to ask him what sort of ninja dust he carries around because I didn't see him walk out of the house, but then again, it was Luke-probably drifted outside on a cloud of smoke and rage.

"Dude, what do you think you're doing?" Tom slurred, trying to sound tough but failing miserably. His words were thick and unsteady.

Luke's eyes didn't leave Tom. "Taking Jess home. You're too drunk to drive."

keys. "I'm taking Jess home." His voice wavered as he

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didn't move, his cold, brooding gaze fixed on Tom. He was calm-almost too calm-which made me uneasy. I

him out, and the uncertainty gnawed at

kill you if he found out you were driving drunk," Luke said, his voice

inside me. "I'll drive," I declared, stepping forward and yanking the keys from

his presence overwhelming. I found myself flattening against the truck, feeling like prey caught in the gaze

laced with anger. "You had a whole fucking liquor

impromptu dip in the pool

no room for argument. "You can crash here, but I'm keeping your keys to

wanted to snort. Luke was the good guy, taking care of everyone.

then seemed to think better of it. He slumped against