The Turnover - Luke Hughes

Chapter 33

Summer 2022 - June

"Emma, Quinn, hurry the fuck up or we're leaving you. And we're not coming back for the rest of the day," Jack hollered upstairs from the basement.

Quinn gripped Emma's thighs harder, driving himself into her deeper with each stroke. "Fuck, that's it, you're doing so good," he praised her, straddling over top of her in his bed.

Emma writhed underneath him, pleasure sending waves of shock all throughout her body. "Quinn, please, faster," she pleaded to him. Her walls clenched around him, creating a friction that was damn near taking Quinn's breath away.

"QUINN!" Jack shouted again.

"Just a minute, Jack, fuck," Quinn yelled back at him. His breath became staggered as he rolled his hips into a faster pace, a throaty moan escaping from the back of his throat.

"Fuck, I'm close, don't stop," Emma begged him, fingernails digging into the skin of his back.

After a few more desperate strokes, she came apart with a shudder, gasping for air. Quinn followed right over the edge, spilling himself onto her stomach and chest.

Quinn caught himself on his elbows to keep from collapsing on top of her. Still panting, he got up from the bed and grabbed a nearby towel to clean them up. He stole a glance from Emma, and he couldn't help the smirk that graced his face.

"Worth keeping them waiting, huh?" he said with a laugh, still smiling.

"Most definitely," Emma added, chest still heaving. "Now, where the hell did you throw my swim suit when you ripped it off me?" She glanced around his room, trying to conceal a laugh.

Jack's voice echoed through the house again. "Quinn, I swear to God, if you don't hurry your ass up–"

"Jack, shut the hell up. We're coming down now," Quinn yelled back as he pulled on a pair of black and white swim trunks. Emma snickered as she slipped back on her dark blue bikini, throwing one of Quinn's shirts over top of it as a cover up.

They made their way through the kitchen, Emma stopping to fill up her water bottle and grab some grapes to eat. The pair proceeded to make their way downstairs into the basement, out the door onto the back patio. Emma saw the other ⅔ of their crew: Jack, Jentry, Ana, and Luke, waiting for them on the boat.

"It's about damn time," Luke mocked, rolling his eyes. "I told them to leave you behind, but obviously I was outnumbered," he gestured towards the rest of them on the boat.

Quinn grabbed Emma's hand as he helped her on the boat. "Please," Emma chuckled, "You know you can't leave us behind, Lukey boy." She grabbed a fist full of his curls and messed them up. He swatted her away, huffing with annoyance.

"God, you're so annoying," he said to her, scooting farther away from her reach. "Q, get your woman away from me."

"What's the fun in that?" Quinn joked, laughing at Emma poking fun at him. She finally left him be, returning to sit next to Quinn, tossing her legs over his lap.

Jack made his way over to Jentry, who was applying sunscreen to her face. She reached for her glasses, putting them back on, grinning at the handsome brunette sitting down beside her.

"Babe, why aren't you on aux yet? I need some bangers for today," Jack said to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Patience, sweetie. We literally just left," she assured him, kissing his cheek. Jack pulled her closer to him, grabbing her chin to go in for a real kiss. Jentry smiled against his lips, and Jack swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, earning a retching sound from Luke.