Chapter 25 Gray
Heading back to school, I kept my hand tightly wrapped in Quinn’s. She was staring out the window as Jett drove us back, Ava in the front seat, talking to Jett about something. I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. Even as I faced forward, my awareness was all on Quinn beside me.
My feelings toward Ava had softened slightly, as she had been a welcome support for Quinn these last few days.
When she had offered to leave the room so we could all talk, my regard for her had risen as she openly showed respect for my family.
For Quinn. She wasn’t eager to stay and learn the gory details; she had offered to give us, my family, privacy.
I had no doubt my girl was going to be including Ava in all her plans from now on.
Sure, Quinn was cool toward most people because she was loyal to us and, as a result, she showed more wariness of outsiders than the rest of us.
She knew people had an agenda, and she made it perfectly clear she was not their way in.
But Ava? Ava had gotten past her walls, and I guessed she had a strong permanence in Quinn’s life now.
Which was nice. I guess.
Or until Jett dumped her. Or she dumped him. But until then, it worked, and maybe they would surprise me and stick — stranger things had happened.
My brother’s stare caught mine in the rearview, and I saw the eyebrow lift in question.
We were twins, but sometimes I forgot how in tune we were.
He knew exactly what I had been thinking about his girl.
I gave him an eye roll in return, and he snorted out a laugh, which caused Ava to pause in her one-sided conversation and stare at him in question.
“What did I say that was funny?” she asked self-consciously.
“It was me,” I jumped in before Jett had to think on his feet. “I was pulling faces at him.”
Ava had turned to look at me when I spoke, and I saw her expression change as I told her. “Oh, okay.” She turned back to face forward, and once again, my brother’s demanding glare in the rearview had me biting back a sigh.
“It wasn’t about you,” I told her. “I was thinking about this weekend, and because my brother is my twin, he knew where my thoughts were.”
“Were you thinking about me?” Quinn teased as she suddenly focused back in the car.
“No, don’t flatter yourself,” I chided her as I squeezed her hand to show I was joking. “I was thinking about Ash.”
Which was partly true. I had been thinking about my cousin, but Ava’s incessant chatter had interrupted me.
“Ash?” Jett’s glance flicked to Quinn and then back to me.
“He’ll be playing this weekend, without me and you on the team. Coach is going to move him to a more defensive role to protect Kowoski in the pocket. He isn’t going to be happy.”
Jett nodded in agreement, and I saw Quinn’s head dip in guilt.
“Why did you think jumping into a netted pool was a good idea?” Ava chastised Jett. “Gray was already in there. Why did everyone have to potentially drown?”
“Because both my brothers drowning wasn’t an option,” Jett replied with a sideways glance at her.
“Pft, I don’t think anyone would have minded if Onyx drowned,” Ava muttered as she turned to look at Quinn. “Am I wrong?”
Quinn smirked as she looked first at Ava and then Jett. “I’m not sure I can argue with that,” she said with a fist bump to Ava.
So, Ava was also loyal to Quinn. I liked that.
“He’s just protective,” Jett muttered as he drove. “He sees you as a threat. He eliminates threats.”
Turning my head, I looked out at the passing scenery.
That was true. Onyx was fiercely protective.
He made me look sloppy in comparison. He had always known how I felt, and he had known how much it pissed me off when Quinn went out with Ash.
His fear that she would be the cause of disharmony between the three of us may have been correct, if I weren’t who I was and Ash wasn’t who he was.
I knew Quinn and Ash would be temporary.
I knew because watching them for five months was like watching them for five years, and I knew I wouldn’t have lasted any longer had she not undressed that night and asked me to touch her.
The moment I knew for certain that I was who she actually wanted, I had acted.
Yes, I could have done it better. Our first time together shouldn’t have been in a bathroom on a sink. We both had made mistakes. We weren’t perfect.
My cousin was a big boy; he could look after himself. His hands may not have wandered when they were together, but his eyes had. He had flirted and teased, and I’d caught him more than once whispering to a girl who was pressed far too close up against him.
The fact that he had fucked almost the entire senior class hadn’t surprised me.
She hurt his ego more than his heart. As long as Ash had pussy, he would be fine.
If he were honest with himself and us, he would have admitted he wasn’t heartbroken over Quinn.
Which is why Onyx’s fears had always been unfounded.
Ash didn’t love Quinn the way I did, and we both knew it.
However, that didn’t mean he would want to go on group dates and hug it out by the campfire. He would need a little bit of time. I was happy to give it to him.
“You’re deep in thought,” Quinn murmured to me, drawing my attention back to her.
“Thinking,” I said as I reached over to tug her closer.
Dad had given us Mom’s SUV to drive while my hand was in a splint. Onyx had wrecked my car, even though he was replacing it, and Jett’s pointless R8 was a two-seater only.
Quinn slipped out of her seat belt and moved over beside me. Ignoring Jett’s warning to put a seat belt on, she curled up at my side. “What are you thinking about?” she asked as she looked up at me.
As she tilted her head, my lips brushed her ear. “You naked on my dick as I fuck you senseless.” My tongue flicked out to lick the soft spot under her ear, and I heard her moan as she shifted in the seat.
“Gray,” Quinn protested as she looked quickly to the front, where Ava was still talking, and Jett laughed at something she said.
“Do you think they’d notice if I fuck you back here?” I asked as I nuzzled her neck. “If we’re really quiet.”
“Yes,” Quinn gasped as my hand slipped under her ass.
It was awkward, but I managed to put my hand right under and cup her pussy as she hastily pulled her sweater down to hide my fingers as I slowly began to rub over her leggings.
“You can’t do this,” Quinn whispered to me as she pulled at my fingertips.
“Already doing it, baby,” I said in triumph. Quinn turned her head into my neck, and I raised my head briefly and met Jett’s knowing stare in the mirror. Leaning forward, he turned the music up slightly, telling Ava he liked the song playing when she asked him why.
I would have given him a hundred dollars if he knew who was playing right then, but he was doing me a solid, so I let him off.
Jett gave me a meaningful look, and I pretended to close my eyes, watching as he reached over and grabbed Ava’s hand, placing it on his leg.
She turned hurriedly to look back at us, but the way Quinn was hiding her face and I was pretending to be sleeping, she assumed we were both going to sleep and gave him a wicked grin.
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.” He rubbed 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.