This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Only if you join me.”
“I suppose I could be… persuaded.” She slides up my body, hands on my shoulders, and she licks my bottom lip. I don’t even care that I just came in her mouth.
“It has been a while since I fucked your tits.” I grip them both. “Less mess, too.”
That's how I learned that I have no problem with having three orgasms in an hour, and fuck, that's never happened before.
Chapter 23
Willow
Have you ever seriously questioned your friendship with someone? Like, really stopped and thought,this might be the moment I should've set boundaries?
Yeah.
That's me.
Right now.
I’m supposed to be at work—pulling espresso shots, smiling through clenched teeth at rude customers, and deciphering crazy coffee orders. Instead, I’m crouched in someone else's back garden, actively participating in a crime.
Specifically, helping Quinn break into her ex-girlfriend's house.
“Okay,” I say, arms crossed, staring up at her, “tell me why we’re here again?”
She shoots me an exasperated look from halfway up the drainpipe, clinging to it with her life.
I can't help the laugh that slips out; it's impossible not to. She looks ridiculous, even more so in that denim skirt that's riding up far higher than I ever needed to see.
Definitely not into girls.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she scolds, glaring at me over her shoulder. “I don't see you trying to climb this stupid thing.” She drops back down to the ground with a dramatic huff.
“No, you don't because I don't even want to be here.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “What would you rather be doing? Sitting at that meal with the queen bitch of all bitches?”
I huff. “No.” Not even a little. “But I don't really have a choice, and I’m not leaving Elijah alone with her.”
Quinn's face splits into a wicked grin. “Ohhh. Would you rather be riding Elijah's cock like one of them cowgirls?”
“Quinn,” I hiss, smacking her shoulder. She just cackles, swiping her hair out of her face.
“What? Do you not call it that?” she taps her chin, thinking far too hard. “Pogo stick? Tallywhacker? Twig and Berries? Throat tickler? Oh—oh! My personal favourite, the yoghurt slinger.”
I stare at her.
She's an absolute menace to society.
Although I would much rather be riding Elijah till I see stars.
“Do you hear yourself?”
She smirks. “You’re not denying it.”
The wind cuts through me, and I shiver, pulling my jacket tighter. “Can we please hurry this up? It's freezing, and it looks like it's about to rain. Plus, we are late.”
