It's About Time (Blossom Peak #4)(118)

I bounce my eyebrows at her. “So which is it? You want me to be your teacher or the naughty lawyer tonight?”

She hums in thought. “Both.”

“Both?”

“Yeah, I don’t think one time will be enough after today.” She shivers in her seat. “My fancies are all riled up and the tickles need to be released.”

Laughing, I lift her hand and press it to my mouth while pushing down harder on the gas pedal, racing for home. “Then your wish is my command, baby. I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied before the night is over.”

***

Two Weeks Later

“You know, I’m kind of getting used to the sweat dripping down my ass crack now,” Rhonan says as he transitions into downward dog right in front of me.

“That’s great, Rho. Next time, just wear a different pair of shorts so I can’t see it.”

He peers at me from between his legs. “Why are you looking at my ass crack, Elliot?”

“It’s kind of hard not to when you’re practically shoving it in my face.”

Dilynne clears her throat beside us. “You know, if you are interested in anal stuff, all you have to do is tell me, Elliot. I thought I made it clear that I’m more than happy to explore that with you.”

Henley growls from the other side of me. “Dilynne, can you fucking not right now?”

“ Close your ears, big brother,” she yells over at him just as Ellis shushes us next to her dad.

But then Ellis turns to him and says, “Wait. Daddy? What does anal stuff mean?”

That’s when I lose it, crumbling to the ground in a heap of laughter as Dilynne follows suit. Henley glares at us, clearly not amused, and Rhonan follows his lead.

“Okay, that’s all for tonight, everyone!” Laney announces from her microphone at the front of the lawn, signaling the end of yoga night before glaring in our direction.

Once Dilynne and I compose ourselves, she rolls over onto my mat and rests her hand on my chest. “I’m going to go get a drink. You want something?”

“Just some water, baby.”

“Okay.” She plants a chaste kiss on my mouth and then pushes herself up from the grass. Elodie grabs Remy from her spot on the grass, and Vienna takes Ellis to follow after Dilynne to the main building of the winery.

I watch her walk away before Henley interjects. “I’ve asked several times for you both to not discuss your sex life in front of me…”

Standing from the ground, I hold my hands up. “I didn’t bring it up. Your sister did, man.”

“Then kindly remind her to keep that kind of shit out of the range of my ears.”

Rhonan comes over to us, draining the rest of his water bottle. “Dude, Laney still does that shit in front of me with Fletcher. You learn to block it out.”

“Yeah, well this hasn’t been going on long enough for me to get to that point yet.”

I push a hand through my sweat-soaked hair. “I’ll remind her later.”

“ You mean…after…” Rhonan drifts off, not finishing his sentence.

I nod. “Yeah, after.” Fighting my smile, I turn back to Henley. “You know, once your sister agrees to marry me for real, you and I are going to be brothers-in-law.”

“Trust me, I’m aware,” Henley says before twisting the cap off of his water and drinking half of it.

Rhonan slaps him on the shoulder. “It’s not that bad. Fletcher and I have the same thing going on now.”

I glance between the two of them. “Did you guys ever think the four of us would ever be connected by marriage when we met?”

Rhonan and Henley shake their heads simultaneously. “No. And the pact was supposed to prevent that, remember?” Rhonan adds.

Henley turns to him. “But that wasn’t that big of a deal for Elliot or Fletcher, Rhonan, because neither of them have sisters, huh?”

Rhonan nods. “Right.”

“Look, I think no one is as surprised as I am that this worked out this way, okay?” I notice Dilynne walking back over. “But you know I love your fucking sister, man. And sooner rather than later, I am going to make her my wife.”

“And finally get that inheritance, huh?” Rhonan adds.

“Honestly, I don’t even care about the money. I just want her.”

Dilynne walks up to us, handing me a bottle of water. “What are you three boys talking about?”

“How my ears are bleeding after hearing your anal comment during yoga,” Henley replies.

Rhonan clears his throat. “Yeah, thank you for that, by the way. Ellis’s vocabulary has been expanded exponentially thanks to you and Fletcher.”

“ Speaking of Fletcher,” Laney says, walking over to us holding up her cell phone so we can see our friend’s face on the screen. “Say hi, babe!”

Fletcher squints from where he’s sitting in the locker room of the stadium he’s practicing in tonight. “Aw, man. I’m so bummed I missed yoga night.”

“Don’t be. Dilynne and Elliot were talking about anal,” Henley adds, making Dilynne laugh.

Then she turns to her brother, slapping his shoulder. “Oh, God, Henley. Calm down. Maybe Elodie needs to stick a finger in your mud tunnel to make you relax.”