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."

home." His voice wavered as

A

cold, brooding gaze fixed on Tom. He was calm-almost too calm-which

and the uncertainty gnawed

driving drunk," Luke said, his voice low and steady. "And if he doesn't, I

bubbling up inside me. "I'll drive," I declared,

myself flattening against the

voice laced with

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,

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

good guy, taking

protest but then seemed to think better of it. He