The Turnover - Luke Hughes

Chapter 61

Winter 2023 - March

"So Lukey..." Quinn started before the boys could even turn the car out of the driveway.

"Oh dear God, here we go already," Luke groaned, rolling his head back to hit the headrest. Jack smacked the steering wheel and laughed so hard he could barely breathe.

"I didn't even say anything!" Quinn defended, turning around to smirk at Luke in the backseat.

"You don't have to, Quinn. I know exactly what you're thinking," Luke replied.

"Well, the only thing I'm thinking right now is thank God you and Ana finally sealed the deal. I was afraid I was going to have to whoop your ass if you didn't try to make a move," Quinn admitted.

"Right. I'd love to see you try to whoop my ass," Luke teased him.

"Luke, whatever you tell us, please spare the details," Jack asked nicely.

"Since when do you not want a play by play, Rowdy? Sorry but I'm overriding that, I wanna know everything," Quinn cut in.

"Of course you do, because you know no boundaries, Huggy," Jack sneered.

"He has a point," Luke sighed. He knew Quinn was going to force every ounce of information out of him.

"Oh hell, everybody fuck Quinn over here," Quinn scoffed, throwing his hands up.

"Pipe down. You're being insane right now, stop it," Jack told him.

"I'm literally trying to be a good brother and talk to him about Ana getting back on his dick after like, eight months. And I'm nosy–"

Luke palmed his face, groaning. "Quinn, oh my God, please–"

"Please shut your mouth," Jack said at the same time.

God, he is so embarrassing, Luke said silently.

"Okay, I'll just shut up. I'm not saying anything for the rest of this car ride. I'll just sit over here and pretend I don't exist," Quinn whined, crossing his arms.

"Such a damn baby," Jack admitted.

Okay, I just need to suck it up and give them what they want. Luke sighed.

"Alright, well what do you wanna know, Q? I'm an open book," he offered, instantly regretting the invitation for him to ask anything.

Quinn nearly broke his neck to turn around and look at Luke in the backseat. He stared him dead in the eyes.

"So... you did fuck her, right?"

"Quinn, are you serious right now? Why are we asking questions we already know the answer to?" Jack looked at him with distaste.

Luke pressed his lips into a thin line. "What do I even say to that?" he asked, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Luke, please tell me you did not get outlandish on my bed upstairs," Jack stated.

"What the fuck does outlandish mean?" Luke asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Get freaky, or... make love or something," he added.

Quinn cackled. "Make love? Jack, is this the damn 1800s? Can't you just say they fucked?"

"God, you're insufferable, Quinn. Luke, did you fuck Ana in my bed?" Jack said, his face screwed up.

Luke breathed a heavy sigh, choosing his words carefully. But he didn't care.

"Yes. I did fuck Ana Kate last night in your bed, Jack."