I locked eyes with my brother once more, and he gave a slight nod.With a smile, I closed my eyes properly as my hand moved. I slipped it down the back of Quinn’s leggings, under her panties, and then my fingers were stroking through the wetness as she squirmed beside me.
Quinn’s lips were on my neck, hidden by her hair, and I continued to finger fuck her as my brother and I pretended that he wasn’t getting a hand job from Ava, and I wasn’t pleasuring my girl.
When the car jerked to the side a while later, I fought the grin as I opened my eyes a little to see Ava sit back up straight and hurriedly wipe at her mouth.
Lucky bastard, I grumbled internally as I eased my fingers out of Quinn. She was panting into my neck and was red in the face from trying to keep her orgasm quiet.
Straightening my dick in my pants, I sucked my fingers when I noticed Ava staring at me.
“Missed a bit,” she said sarcastically.
“You too,” I quipped back and laughed out loud when her hand shot to the corner of her mouth to wipe at it.
Yeah, I was liking Ava more. This time, when I closed my eyes, it really was to sleep.
* * *
“How you doing?” I asked Ash the next morning as we both got breakfast ready in the kitchen.
“I think I slept funny,” he grumbled as he rolled his head from side to side.
“You sleep here?” I asked him as I waited for my egg to boil.
“Yeah, eventually.” He stretched, and his hands touched the ceiling. “Took a detour on the way home,” he said with a shrug.
“That what caused the crick in your neck?”
“Nah, she was fine. I think I passed out when I got here.” Herubbed his eyes as he pulled his white T-shirt down with his other hand. “It’s been a crazy few days.”
“It has.” I checked the timer and sighed — I had another two minutes. “I should have done this last night,” I told him as I walked over to get the avocado.
“I can’t believe you eat that.” Ash shook his head. “It makes me want to vomit.”
“Good thing you aren’t eating it then,” I said with a laugh. Three times a week, I was to eat crushed avocado on a slice of toasted rye with a boiled egg. I liked it. Jett had almost passed out when I offered it to him, and Ash had backed away as if I had told him eating it would cause leprosy. “What are you making?”
“I get some weird smoothie thing she makes me drink.” He shrugged as he pulled it out of the fridge. “She makes it up for me and leaves me it in here. Jett tried it once, barfed, and refuses to drink it.”
I had a sneaky suspicion it was because my brother knew what was in it and had never actually tasted it. I said nothing as Ash poured a tumbler of the green gloop. It genuinely couldn’t be called anything else.
“When does she make it?” I had been with her all night, inside her for most of it. I had been fucking horny after that car ride. Quinn hadn’t left my side once, and I had left her fast asleep around five this morning.
“She made it back at home,” Ash said as he took a swig. “I took it with me,” he told me.
That made sense. “You okay with, you know, you two?”
“No?” He frowned. “Maybe?” I watched him take another gulp and grimace. “I think she hates me, which is why I have to drink this when you get food, actual food.”
Should I have told him he had two-thirds of what was on my plate in his drink? Probably not. “She takes her assignments seriously.”
“Ha.” Ash looked at my plate. “I never thought I’d see the day where I was envious of toast and a boiled egg. Man, I’d kill for a cooked breakfast.”
I nodded in agreement as I watched Jett come into the room.
“You can get all the cooked food you want in December,” Jett told him as he crossed the living room to the kitchen. “Where is everyone?”
“Practice,” I answered as I shelled my egg. “If Jamie was here, he would have poached my egg,” I lamented as I scooped up some of the avocado.
“If Jamie were here, he would have made pancakes.” Ash tipped his head back and drained his smoothie. “Well, that was disgusting.”
