Page 26 of Pretty Poisoned

Then, the bathroom door flies open. Both River and Hazel walk out in towels.

"You better not have your dick in her," Hazel says. "Get out, Luca."

He groans and pulls his mouth away from mine, his fingers still moving inside me beneath the blankets. I bury my face and heavy breathing into his chest.

"Just leave us alone," Luca says. "Pretend you didn't see anything."

"No way," Hazel says. "He'll be pissed."

"Seriously, Luca. Get out," River says. "Sorry, Teagan."

He sighs, sliding his fingers out and tucking his dick back into his sweatpants. He leans in and whispers in my ear, "I will get to fuck you, Teagan. I hope youaresturdy. Because when I do, I'm going to come in all of your holes until you cry."

Jesus.

"No talking, either!" River says. "Go! Seriously, get out."

"I'm going!" he says, rolling away from me. "I fucking hate you guys. You're so fucking mean to me."

"Not our fault," Hazel says. "We still love you."

"Sorry, Luca," River says.

He flips them off as he walks through the door.

"Sorry about that, Teagan," River says.

"It's fine," I tell her. Because what else am I supposed to say? That this entire weekend has been one big cock block for me, and I know what blue balls feels like now? I turn over and see River standing naked at the foot of the bed, stepping into a pair of underwear. My eyes run up her legs and over her hips to her small breasts, her nipples perky, hard points.

Yeah, that's not going to make my problem any better.

I lie back and look up at the ceiling before Hazel drops her towel, too.

"We need to talk about something else," River says.

"Okay…"

She climbs onto the bed beside me, now fully dressed.

"We're going to be home in probably…five hours or so," she says. "And there are different rules there."

"What kind of rules?" I ask.

"Nothing too serious," she says. "But there's one big one—no phones."

"No electronics at all, actually," Hazel adds. "Nothing with wifi, no cameras. No calling, no texting, no pictures, no videos."

"Okay…why?"

"Just to protect everyone," River says. "It's really not a big deal; I just wanted to tell you so that it isn't a surprise. So, if there is anyone you need to contact or anyone who might worry if you don't answer your phone for a few days, you can let them know now before you have to turn your phone over."

"Turn it over? Turn it over to who?" I ask.

Here I was, thinking I'd just have to turn it off—someone is actually going to take it from me?

"Declan. He keeps them in a safe on the bus. It'll be fine."

"And you guys do this, too?" I ask. "What if there's an emergency?"

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