I clamp down around him, tense and trembling, just as his hand tightens on my throat for a heartbeat, then releases, timing it perfectly with the scream of my release.
From somewhere outside the haze, two voices echo at the same time. "Hey guys... oh shit."
Elijah curses under his breath, burying his face into my shoulder, and I feel him spill inside me, every drop claiming me as his.
I widen my eyes when I see Quinn and Ezra in the doorway—the door that was supposed to be locked. The two idiots look rather pleased with themselves.
Oh my god, kill me now.
I tighten my hold on Elijah, feeling him tense and shudder from his intense release that’s just been rudely interrupted. “Do you guys not knock?” I squeak out in embarrassment, trying and failing to cover myself.
“We did,” Quinn smirks shamelessly, leaning against the wall as Ezra rubs his eyes, like he's trying to see if this is all his imagination.
“I don't know if I need to remember this forever or burn it from my mind.”
Quinn peers at him, “Why would you want to forget this?”
“That’s my brother, idiot.” he grins at me. “But Willow does have great tits.”
Elijah presses a hot kiss to my neck, slips out and quickly sorts himself before throwing them both a furious glare. “Look somewhere else before you lose your sight altogether,” he threatens, mainly at his brother.
I slide off, straightening my dress, my cheeks warm from more than just embarrassment.
Quinn wiggles her brows at me. “Babe, that's three of the Lawson brothers who've seen your boobies now, just two more to go.”
I twist my lips as I narrow my eyes at her.
She was supposed to keep that to herself.
Elijah catches my glare, brows furrowed. “What is she talking about?”
God sake. Why am I still friends with her?
If I had a jar for every time I questioned my friendship with her, I’d be rich by now—living somewhere warm and far away, sipping cocktails while avoiding this exact conversation.
I hope she has warm pillows through the whole of summer, the snitch.
“Okay,” I say quickly, hoping to salvage this. “There was nobody else that day I went to get them pierced… except Emmet.”
Elijah freezes. “Are you kidding me?”
“Look, you know what Emmet is like. He was very professional and hated people. He's your brother,” I trail off. “Anyway, he was too busy arguing with the book thief over there.”
He points at Ezra, who's grinning away like a Cheshire cat. “He's my brother, too, and he flirts with you nonstop.”
“He’d flirt with a bloody lamp post if it could compliment him.”
His eyes crinkle. “Touche.”
Quinn just rolls her shoulders as she comes up beside me. “Emmet is a grumpy asshole anyway, with his dick lodged so far up his ass I’m surprised he can't taste his own cum.”
We all stare at her.
Did she really just say that?
I shouldn't even be surprised.
It's Quinn after all.
