by KB Winters
I resisted the urge to glance over at Ruby, but felt her eyes on me all the same. “Not right now, Mrs. Westin.”
“Oh, Steven, please, call me Leah.”
I laughed softly. “All right, Leah. I don’t get out much. Well, at least not to the places where I would meet a nice young lady.”
Everyone laughed at this and I dared to sneak a peek at Ruby. She was sitting on the floor, her little niece gathered in her arms. My heart twisted inside of my chest as I watched her eyes sparkle and gleam as she smiled at the baby. She was completely lost in the small face in front of her and likely hadn’t even heard her mother’s question—or my answer.
Rick slapped me on the shoulder and I jolted upright. He laughed. “Take it easy there, Trigger,” he said, reminding me of one of my childhood nicknames. “I told Vanessa you might try and steal me away for a drink.”
I smirked at him. “Aha.”
Vanessa shot us both a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was a beautiful woman. Stunning, really. But there was something cold about her that had me on edge. She sat too closely to Ruby and shot her hawk-like glances as she played with her niece and something about it riled me. Sure, she was a new mother, but what did she think Ruby was going to do? Run off with her child? Drop her?
I offered the woman a smile, not wanting to pass judgment too quickly. Maybe she was just tired from traveling with a newborn and not her normal self. “Would that be all right, Vanessa? I promise I’ll keep him in check.”
“One hour,” came her clipped reply.
Ruby glanced up at Vanessa’s sharp tone and I noticed her eyebrows rising on her forehead. She’d heard it too.
I cut away, looking back at Rick, who seemed oblivious to his wife’s disdain. “Okay, one hour.”
“See ya in a little while, Mr. And Mrs. Westin.” I glanced to the floor. “Ruby.”
“Will you stay for dinner?” Leah asked.
I tore my eyes from Ruby’s and returned them, along with an easy smile to Leah. “Wish I could. But my parents are expecting me. I’m crashing with them for the duration of my leave.”
“Of course. Well, tell them hello for us. We’ll plan another night for dinner.”
“Sounds great.”
* * * *
By the time I fell into bed that night, I was more conflicted than I’d felt in quite some time. Everything had changed so much since my last visit home. Most of my old friends were gone—moved out and on for different reasons. The stores and houses had changed. Even my best friend had changed on me when I wasn’t looking. Drinks with Rick ended up being a complete 180 from the crazy nights out we’d shared the last time we’d seen each other. Granted, that was before he’d met Vanessa. It appeared that not too long after they’d met, Vanessa had confiscated Rick’s balls and plopped them in a little jar she probably kept in her purse.
The man who’d shared a beer with me—only one, Vanessa’s other demand—was barely a ghost of the Rick I’d known in school and over emails and texts and occasional visits over the years. He was a married man now. Very married. That was all he wanted to talk about. His wife and his daughter, his job and his 401K.
As Rick droned on and on, I was mentally reliving the kiss on the beach. It was wrong, thinking of kissing Ruby while sitting across the table from Rick, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was lost, remembering the taste of the sugar and tequila on her lips. The smell of her shampoo mingling with the salty air.
Damn. Ruby had changed too, but in a really good way. It was all I could do to keep myself from running into the house and dragging her out when I dropped Rick off after our drink. Instead, I’d gone on home, had dinner with my folks, and then retired to my childhood room that my mother had converted into a sewing room with a pull out couch about a week after I left for boot camp.
I stared up at the ceiling, following the shadows with my eyes as I wondered what Ruby was doing. The voice in the back of my mind telling me that lusting after Rick’s little sister was asking for trouble was starting to get fainter and fainter. Besides, what was Rick gonna do about it? Sic Vanessa after me? I laughed—that might actually be scary.
I chuckled to myself and rolled over, away from the window, to try and get some sleep, when there was a thud outside my room. I bolted upright, every nerve automatically switching into SEAL mode, and hopped out of bed. I went to the window, peeled back the green curtain and spotted a pair of eyes staring at me.
“Ruby?”
Sure enough, it was her, perched on the roof right outside the dormer of my window. I threw the window open and leaned out, throwing her my hand in case she slipped.
“Hi,” she whispered. She took my hand and I gently tugged her toward the window.
“How did you get up here?” I asked, grinning at her red cheeks.
She smirked. “You’re not the only one who can do badass shit.”
I laughed. “And climbing a tree is badass?”
“Hey, it impressed you.”
What Ruby didn’t know, was that everything about her impressed me.
Chapter Seven
Ruby
There was something exhilarating about sneaking up to the roof of Steven’s parents’ house to visit him. “You all alone here, Sailor?”
Steven smirked at me and hauled me into his room. It was different than the last time I’d seen it. Apparently, his parents had converted it sometime after he shipped out. A long utility table was covered in bolts of fabric and a hulking sewing machine sat in the middle. “Yeah, my parents had a Christmas party to go to tonight. They left right after dinner.”
“Aha.” A shiver ran up my back knowing we were alone. “So, what you’re saying is that I could have used the front door?”
Steven laughed and kissed me. “I don’t know, I kinda like this way better. Something hot about you sneaking in like this.”
His lips crashed back onto mine and my brain short circuited before I could come up with something intelligent—let alone flirtatious—to say.
Steven wrapped his arms around me, his hands gripping me with a desperate urgency. As though we’d been separated for months instead of a handful of hours. Something about the way he held me made me feel safe, secure, and incredibly wanted, all at once. The combination was intoxicating.
My own fingers wandered up to explore his back and shoulder muscles I’d spent all afternoon drooling over at the storage locker. Spurred on by the hot kisses, I slipped my hands under his shirt and nearly melted at the smooth expanse of warm skin. Steven had a swimmer’s body, angular and strong but still lean. And those shoulders…
“Rubes,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear.
“Hmm?”
The tip of his velvet soft tongue skimmed the edge of my ear, and I squeezed my thighs together trying to take the edge off the intense pressure building between them. The idea of his tongue sliding between my thighs got me hotter and wetter faster than I’d ever experienced. He’d barely gotten started and I was ready to climax on the spot.
“Are we crazy?” he whispered, his lips still dangerously close to my ear.
I shuddered, as his hot breath turned to a trail of even hotter kisses as I tipped my head back, allowing him greater access to the side of my neck. He pushed my hair out of the way and applied his hot tongue to tracing the sensitive spot behind my ear, before sliding down my neck and going to explore the hollow at my collarbone.
“Crazy? Maybe…but…this is what I want,” I finally managed to choke out.
He pulled away for a second and his eyes locked onto mine, sending a lightning bolt of heat from my collarbone to my lady bits. He wanted me.
Hello?
He.
Wanted.
Me.
His eyes always reminded me of a storm at the beach, a soft blue-grey, but in the low lights they were even darker than normal.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, a nagging worry growing as he hesitated.
A smile tugged one corner of hi
s lips up. “You have no idea.”
I dropped a glance to the evident bulge in his athletic shorts. “I kinda think I do…”
He groaned and kissed me again. He backed me up a few paces, my back toward the window I’d crawled through. The chilly night air breezed in, sweeping over us as we crashed against the wall beside it. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the moment you opened that front door,” he confessed, his tone deep and gravely.
I met his eyes and smiled. “Really?”
He rolled his hips against mine and my eyes squeezed shut at the hard length of him pressing against me. I wanted out of my jeans and soaking wet panties. I wanted him inside of me. Deep and relentless.
“Well, I’ll tell you a secret, Steven…” I whispered, smirking up at him. “It’s been way too damn long since I was good and properly fucked. But, you look like the right man for the job.”
He chuckled and grabbed my hips. “Damn straight, baby.”
Time froze for a moment and a twinge of panic skittered across my heart. Was this really happening? Me and Steven? Max?
Steven’s fingers slipped over my hips and under the edge of my long sleeved shirt. I gasped as his warm fingertips skimmed my skin and knew I had my answer. This was happening. Rick and whoever else would judge us, be damned. I was going to fuck my brother’s best friend and milk it for all it was worth!
I pulled away from the wall just long enough for him to tug my shirt off over my head. He tossed it to the ground and his eyes wandered over my breasts still encased in a lacy bra. I smiled, thankful I’d taken the time to change out of my nude t-shirt bra before coming over. I didn’t know what would happen, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to be a little sexy after that kiss on the beach.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Rubes.” Steven traced a finger over the fullness of my cleavage, his touch feather light but enough to get my nipples hard and poking through the fabric. He noticed and flashed a wicked smile before lowering his head to suck it into his mouth. I groaned and raked my fingernails against the wall behind me as he sucked and teased me.
Heat washed down my body when he moved his mouth over to my other breast, kissing a trail over my tender boobs. I dug my fingers into his hair. It was much shorter than he used to wear it but I liked the way it felt against my palms. I let my hands wander down the back of his neck and over his back muscles and shoulders again, suddenly more eager to have his skin against mine. I tugged on the fabric and Steven pulled away from me just long enough to shed his shirt.
An unexpected giggle broke free as my eyes roved over his flawless form.
Steven’s eyes flashed. “What?”
I smiled, shaking my head. “You’re just ridiculous…like something from one of those superhero movies I suffer through on bad dates.”
Steven grinned and then placed two fingers under my chin. “Dates huh?”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Trust me, nothing you should be jealous of.”
He laughed and kissed me again before dragging his lips back to my ear. “Trust me, baby girl, after tonight—you’ll be completely ruined for all other guys.”
My head spun at his bold statement. “Oh, really? Then I guess you better plan on sticking around a little longer than a month.”
Steven pulled away and my heart raced. Had I said something wrong? He brushed his fingers through my hair. “For you, Rubes? It would be worth staying put for a little while.”
My heart flip-flopped inside my chest and I gave him another eye roll. “Okay, we’re getting off track here. I shouldn’t have said anything. Of course you can’t stay here. Hell, I don’t even know where I’ll be—” I stopped myself and waved my hand through the air. “It’s just one night. No strings. Got it?”
Steven faltered, as though he wanted to object, but he quickly fixed his seductive smile back in place and kissed me again. By the time he unhooked my bra, all other thoughts were driven out of my mind. My modestly sized, but perky breasts fell against him as he dropped the lacey garment to the floor, and I wrapped my hands around his neck as he pressed in close enough that our hearts hammered together.
I arched back against the wall to get closer to him and Steven groaned as my hips rolled against his. “Come on, Steven. Ruin me.”
His fingers slipped between us and made quick work of the button and zipper on the front of my jeans. He stooped to slide them from my legs and I sucked in a sharp breath as his face came level with my throbbing pussy. He’d left my panties on and I squirmed as he pressed his lips against the delicate fabric. “Shit!” I hissed, scraping at the wall.
Steven smirked up at me and then lifted a leg over his broad shoulder, parting my lips. He teased me with a series of slow, lingering kisses up the inside of my thigh and then ever so gently, tugged the soaking wet panties aside. He groaned as he ran a finger up my slit. “Fuck, Ruby. You’re so fuckin’ wet!”
I nodded, transfixed on his stormy eyes as he drank me in. A moan escaped my lips as he slipped his finger inside of me, and I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.
Steven laughed softly. “You can be loud, baby. We’re the only ones here. Let me hear what you like.”
He fingered me softly and I melted against the wall. I moaned and dropped my head back as he stroked my g-spot. The pressure built quickly and stars floated behind my eyes. When his lips found my clit, the stars exploded and I cursed under my breath. “Holy shit, Steven.” It was nearly impossible to stay upright as Steven licked and sucked on my clit, all the while, working his fingers inside of me until I was ready to explode. “I’m gonna—Steven—oh my—shit!”
“Come for me, baby.”
His deep, commanding voice pushed me over the edge, and I gripped my hands on his shoulders, my nails digging into his firm skin, as my body shuddered. Steven’s tongue danced over my pussy, lapping at me as my nerves sizzled from the intense orgasm.
Before standing, he lowered my leg from his shoulder and tugged the wrecked panties down. I stepped out of them and stood on my own wobbly legs. I collapsed back against the wall, still panting and twinging from the aftermath of the explosive climax. When my eyes fluttered open again, Steven was smiling at me. He leaned in close, one hand going to palm my breast. “You taste as good as you look, baby.”
My cheeks warmed and I let my hand wander down his chest, tracing each carved muscle with my fingertips. Steven hissed as I dropped lower on his abs, my fingers just skimming the top of his shorts that now hung low on his hips. I smiled and trailed down the front. His eyes closed as I wrapped my hand over his smooth cock. He was rock hard. Harder than any dick I’d ever seen or touched. My pussy clenched as I thought about the way he would feel inside me. “Do you have any—” the rest of my question trailed off as he reluctantly pulled away from me and went to the duffel bag on the floor beside the bed. He pulled out a foil wrapper from one of the many pockets.
“Got it covered, baby.” He held up the packet.
I crossed the room to the full size bed and then crooked a finger at him, grinning wildly. “Then get your perfect ass over here.”
He chuckled and came over to the bed. I tugged his shorts off, letting his thick cock spring free. “Damn.”
Steven laughed. “You don’t see that in the superhero movies, do ya?”
I snorted and shook my head. “Not at least in the ones I watch. Although…who knows. People are crazy, so superhero porn probably exists somewhere.”
Steven chuckled and grabbed for my hips. “You want me to put on a cape or something?”
I shook my head. “No. This is—” I gasped as he got close enough the tip brushed against my hip. “This is perfect.”
He kissed me and the subtle lingering taste of my pussy got me extra excited. I curled my fingers around his cock and stroked. Steven sucked in a sharp breath and I heard the sound of the condom wrapper as he tore it open. He pulled away slightly and I held my breath as I watched him slip on the condom. He was huge. Even without him inside me, I
already knew he was bigger than any other guy I’d ever been with. Not that there’d been a lot to compare to. But still…a flutter of anticipation and achiness swept over me as I watched him. He caught me staring and smirked as he came back over to the bed. “You ready, Ruby?”
I nodded vigorously and nibbled on my lower lip.
“God, those eyes.” He lowered down to the bed, holding his weight in his forearms as he moved over my body. His cock pressed against me and I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips to allow him access. “Mmmm… I can’t wait to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around me.”
He plunged inside of me and I arched against the bed. “Shit!”
It was a tight fit, but I was so wet, the shock melted away into waves of pleasure and I groaned as he pulled out and then pushed back inside. My pussy clenched tightly around him, desperate and craving more—almost greedily. My heels locked around him and he let out a groan that hummed through his whole body.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see those beautiful eyes.”
I locked onto his eyes and he smiled as we moved together, in sync with each other, riding the same waves. Steven rolled us over on the bed and I straddled his hips. He placed his hands on my hips and guided me into a steady motion. I dropped my head back and smiled at the way my hair felt dancing along my bare back. My breasts bounced and when I looked back down at Steven he was watching them with a dark smile. He slid his hands up my hips and covered my breasts. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, pinching slightly and I moaned out loud. “I fuckin’ love your titties, baby. They’re perfect.”
I decided to give him a real show and dropped a hand between my thighs and began stroking my own clit as I rode his hard cock. Steven’s eyes went wide and I smiled deeper. “You like that too?”
“So—fuckin’—hot,” he gasped, watching me pleasure myself. “You trying to ruin me too?”
I flashed him a crooked smile. “Maybe.”
Steven rolled us over again and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and slammed into me so deep that fireworks exploded behind my eyes. “Fuck!”
