“It never seemed to stop you before,” I tease.
As I speak, I realize this is the first time I’ve made even half a joke about something tangentially related to my parents.
I wonder if that means I’m finally starting to process it. Or if I’ve just gotten really good at pushing it away.
“I get the feeling Logan would be sharp enough to notice what we’re up to no matter how many blankets I hide you under,” snorts Quill.
“Well, just for that reason, I’m glad he’s gone,” I admit. “Though I do really like him. But not in that way,” I clarify hastily.
He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “I think my insane over-the-top jealousy has calmed down. Kind of, at least.” He kisses me again, this time on my neck, and I shiver. “I’m glad we’re all alone. I can’t wait to fuck you in every hole and in every room, and against every tree…
“We-e-ll, we’re notentirelyalone…” I begin, but interrupt myself when he thrusts a finger inside my once again wet pussy. “Oooh, Quill…”
He interprets my words as a joke, and promises teasingly, “I’ll beat up any bug or wild animal that sees us.”
“Uhm, that’s not exactly what I… oh, Qui-i-ll!”
He suddenly stills his finger inside me. “What do you mean, then? We’re not alone?”
“I’ll tell you after… keep going… fuck, fuck… oh, fuck!”
That lastfuckis definitely not spoken in the exact same tone as the other ones, and Quill quickly pops out his finger with an embarrassing squelching sound, as I scramble up, causing theblanket to slide to the ground, before remembering I’m stark naked. I try my best to hide behind Quill. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I squeak again. “Sorry! Sorry!”
Quill whips around, reaching his arms backward to shield me from whatever threat is behind us. But it’s not exactly a threat that’s mouthing apologies awkwardly.
Sagging my head against Quill’s back in pure humiliation, I feel his body stiffen as his eyes land on the very red-faced guy standing in front of us.
“Sorry,” that guy echoes my words in a stammering tone. “Sorry, Quill. Sorry.”
“What the fuck?” growls Quill. “Josh?”
Chapter 26
Piper
“What the absolute fuck?” says Quill again.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed before. Or more nervous, realizing how angry Quill is from the tensing of his back.
I’m aware I just broke my resolution not to apologize, so another apology isn’t going to make a difference. “Sorry,” I mumble to them both. “I should have told you, Quill. I was so happy to see you, and then we—”
“Turn around,” says Quill to Josh.
“Uh…” Josh is still frozen, his eyes looking everywhere but at us.
“Turn the fuck around.”
“Oh. Uh, right. Right.”
He startles out of his trance and whips right around, facing the house.
“Did you see anything?”
“No. No!”
“You better not have seen a fucking thing,” growls Quill. “If I find out you caught so much as one look at any part of my girl’s body, I will scoop those two motherfucking eyeballs right out of your skull and stomp them under my foot.”
“Uh, okay. Okay. Fuck. I didn’t see a thing. I swear to God.”
