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."

Jess home." His voice wavered as he tried

A

Tom. He was calm-almost too

him out, and the uncertainty gnawed

were driving drunk," Luke said, his

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

myself flattening against the

his voice laced with anger.

stung, but I couldn't argue with him. I had drunk too much, and even though my impromptu dip in the pool sobered me up, my blood tests would indicate otherwise. Luke turned back to Tom, who looked like

for argument. "You can crash here, but I'm keeping your

the good guy, taking

of it. He slumped against the truck, defeated. "Fine.