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  “Whatever, Dad. Get outta here.”

  They finally leave, and I lean my back against the door. “I never thought they would leave. Cupcake, where are you?” I yell for my sister.

  “Did they finally go, Bub?” she asks as she comes in the kitchen. “I never thought they would leave. What are we doing tonight? Is Ruby staying with us?”

  “She is.” I reach down, picking her up in my arms. At ten, she’s still small for her age, and I’ll hate the day that I can’t hold her like the little girl she is. “What do you want to do tonight?”

  “Since Ruby’s here, do you think we can paint my nails?” She glances down at Ruby’s, which are a bright pink, glittering in the light.

  “You’re in luck, I brought my nail stuff, because we had such a good time talking about it last time.” Ruby lifts up the bag she brought with her.

  “While you ladies are doing your nails, I’ll order us a pizza and find something to watch on TV. Sound good?”

  “Yeah.” Kelsea grins, and by her look, I know she’s excited to spend time with us.

  I watch as Kelsea and Ruby go into the living room and start setting their stuff up on the coffee table. “Is pepperoni okay with you two?”

  “Sounds good to me.” Ruby gives me a thumbs up.

  “Cupcake, you want the apple streusel dessert?” Kelsea is a sucker for all things sweet. She’s a lot like me.

  “You know me, you know I do,” she answers as I log into my account on my phone. Within minutes, I’ve ordered pizza, cheese bread, and a dessert for us.

  I think twice about it, but I still go ahead and make Ruby and I drinks. We’re not planning on going anywhere for at least a few hours, so I feel like it’s okay for us to have some Jack and Cokes. Walking back into the living room, I watch as Ruby and my sister play on Kelsea’s phone.

  “Stick your tongue out” Ruby grins as they take a picture. “I love these filters, I keep trying to get your brother to try them with me, but he won’t.” She shoots me a look.

  “Forgive me if I don’t want to look like a dog or a panda bear. I’m good the way I am.”

  “You sure are.” She shoots me a wink.

  Turning the TV on, I queue up Pitch Perfect, because I know it’s a favorite in this household. Basically I check my man card at the door, when it comes to Kelsea. Ruby and my sister sit down on the floor with their nail stuff spread out across the coffee table, I lay on the couch, so that I’m close to them. As I situate myself, I put my arm around Ruby’s neck, laying on my stomach so I can touch her as she helps Kelsea do her nails. I’ve never been the type of guy who’s had to be touchy-feely with a woman, but Ruby’s changed all of that for me.

  “I love this movie,” Kelsea looks back at me, giving me a grin.

  “I know you do, Cupcake, it’s why I picked it.”

  Situating myself on the couch, I sigh, but it’s a content sigh. Never in my adult life have I felt so settled, felt like I was where I should be. That’s what Ruby gives me; she gives me a peace I’ve never had. There’s always been this anxiety bubbling under the surface. It’s been there since I was a kid, constantly at the back of my mind, always making me wonder when things are going to go bad. Finally, I’m not waiting for the other shoe to drop, I’m comfortable in living my life and being happy in it. Curling my hand against her neck, I lean in, kissing her softly.

  “What’s that for?” She turns slightly so I can see her face.

  “Just for being you, Red. Just for being you.”

  When the doorbell rings, I gladly go get the pizza for these ladies in my life, and I love that I’ll get to spend my New Year’s Eve with them.

  * * *

  “Does this take you back?” Ruby asks as we lay on the couch wrapped up in each other. My hands are on her ass, and she’s turned into my body, touching each part of me she can. Kelsea went to bed, and it was like game on with my lady.

  “Not really,” I admit. “There’s only one other girl I’ve ever had in this house. She and I didn’t curl up on the couch. We spent the night in my room.” I drop a kiss on her forehead.

  “Ohh really?” She lifts herself up on her elbow. “This I gotta hear.” My girl is inquisitive about almost everything, has been since we spent the night after Halloween together.

  “Long story short, she was at a party and things got a little too serious for her. She called me and asked me to come and get her. Her parents weren’t home and she didn’t want to go home to an empty house. Dad offered to let her come here, but he warned me that we better not sleep together, or fuck around.” I chuckle, remembering him warning me. “But we slept in my room with the door shut that night.”

  “And what did you do with her?” She puts her hand under her hair, looking down at me, her blue eyes shining bright. Seeming to dare me to tell her the entire truth. I have nothing to hide, so I have no problem with telling her all about my night of rebellion.

  I think back to that night, remembering Jess with fondness, a smile on my face. She and I saw each other once or twice when we were in college and Alabama played Ole Miss, but we never managed to recapture what we had those few months in high school. “We fucked around,” I admit. “She gave me the best blowjob I’d had up to that point in my life, and I had to keep quiet for fear my dad would hear. It was kinda hot.”

  The memory of us messing around while trying to keep quiet is fresh in my mind. As a teenager that had been the hottest thing I’d ever done, as an adult, it cracks me up that I’d had the guts to do it, knowing my dad would have beat my ass.

  “Such a bad boy.” Ruby grins before she leans down, placing an open mouth kiss on my neck. Her tongue and lips are a huge turn on as she nips, nibbles, and soothes.

  “Maybe I was.” I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her tightly to my flesh as she begins nibbling.

  Pulling back, she licks her lips. “The question is, are you still?”

  “Now? Now I’m adult who takes my pleasure seriously.”

  “Hmmmm, funny enough, I take my pleasure seriously too.” She kisses me again, running her hand down my chest and stomach, stopping when she encounters the buckle of my belt. “And maybe I feel like this Jess girl, laid down a challenge for all the girls to come after her.”

  Immediately, I stiffen, grabbing her around the neck, tilting her chin up to meet mine. “I can promise you, I’m not the type of man to compare, but at the same time I can tell you no one has ever made me feel the way you do. You get me off harder than I’ve ever gotten off, and I wake up every morning wanting to bury myself so deeply inside you we don’t know where each other begins and ends. Whatever happened in my past, there is legitimately no comparison to what I have with you.”

  It’s important she know what she means to me. That when I fall, I don’t fall easily, but at the same time I fall hard and completely.

  Ruby

  This man constantly turns me on and makes me want to explore the edges I have within myself. I want to be the first, the last, and the only thing he thinks of. So I feel slightly that there is a challenge that’s been thrown down when he tells me what happened in this house with his high school girlfriend. That’s on me, not on him, but I still want to blow his mind. It’s a point of personal pride.

  “Trust me, Caleb, whatever I do, is something I want to do. To prove to myself I can, and to prove to myself that there aren’t any boundaries between us.”

  He inhales deeply, the inhale sharp and encompassing his whole body. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, baby, but if you want to prove something to yourself, far be it from me to stop you.”

  I fumble with the buckle of his belt, but I eventually get it unhooked, and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. A sly smile on my face, I lean in, claiming his lips for my own, before I pull away and work my way down his body. When I realize how tall he is will encumber what I have planned, I get up off the couch and kneel in front of it. He gets the idea, sitting up so that his legs are spread with me in the middle. />
  “Remember you don’t have to do this.” He cups my neck in his hand as he situates himself, pulling his jeans and boxers down.

  His cock stands erect before me, hard and tall. Licking my lips, I lean forward, grasping the base and closing my lips around the head, testing the resistance against my tongue.

  “Son of a bitch, Red,” he groans out as his head falls against the back of the couch and he spreads his legs farther, putting his feet flat on the floor. “Baby.” He tangles his fingers through my hair, as I come up and then go back down.

  Using my tongue, I lick down and then up, circling the head, before I pull my mouth off and use my hand to jack the length while I glance up at him. Our eyes meet, and my body heats up as I see what I’ve done to him. “Feel good?”

  “Fucking amazing.” His eyes are already hooded, chest already heaving, and I can tell how excited he is. It’s obvious he’s a fan of head, and I can’t believe he’s never told me.

  Taking him down my throat, he moans loudly, pushing his hips up at the same time.

  “Shhhh,” I giggle. “Don’t wake up Kelsea.”

  “If you knew how warm, wet, and absolutely amazing your mouth felt around my dick, you’d know it’s almost impossible to keep the sounds to myself. God you get it so wet.” His head lolls against the couch as he digs his fingers in my hair.

  Lifting my eyes up to his, I pull his cock out of my mouth, my hand around the base. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, he likes to be in control. “Show me, Caleb. Show me what you want.”

  His eyes darken and those fingers in my hair grip harder as he pushes me down on his length. The excitement of proving to him what I can do helps me take him deep. Saliva helps to lubricate his way as he pushes his hips up and my head down.

  “Yeah, Ruby, just like that.” He pushes my hair back from my face, moving his hand down to my jaw, tilting me the way he wants me to go.

  Turning my head to the side, I make a huge production of taking him, as my eyes flutter up to his. I feel like a fucking porn star as I put on a show for him.

  “Oh God, yeah, look at me as you take my cock down your throat. Get it wet, Red,” he encourages as our pace picks up. My jaw hurts because he’s so large, so thick in my mouth.

  Pulling him loose, I pant heavily. “You’re so thick, my jaw.” I point, my chest heaving, my heart pounding.

  He chuckles as he grips the end of his cock, lazily stroking it as he glances down at me. “I never wanna hurt you,” he assures.

  And I never wanna leave him wanting. Reaching to the hem of my shirt, I grasp it, pulling it over my head, before I pull the cups of my bra down.

  “Oh fuck, Red, seriously?”

  Leaning with my hand against the back of the couch, I dangle my nipples in front him. He grabs one in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the peak. Taking my knees again, I lean over his cock, grasping the sides of my tits.

  “Oh fucking shit,” he moans deep in his throat as I enclose his hard length in between my flesh and start to move up and down around his cock.

  Another thing I’ve learned about Caleb is he’s very visual and he’s a very dirty boy. He likes sex, he doesn’t mind getting messy, and he loves telling me what to do. “Like this?” I gaze up at him, taking in the passion on his face, the sweat dripping off, and the way he’s pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

  “Fuck yeah, Red, don’t stop.” He’s given up the façade of trying to hold his shit together as his hands come down over where mine are, pressing my tits around his cock. The way he’s pressing up into them, he’s got no rhythm, no finesse. It’s as if he’s lost all semblance of the guy who normally fucks me until I can’t see straight. I’ve finally done it, finally made him lose his control.

  “Give it to me, Caleb,” I hiss out in between my teeth, rubbing my tits up and down his length, enjoying the slippery feel of him there.

  His head punches back against the couch as he runs a hand up his t-shirt covered chest. He’s grabbing his nipple in between his fingers, tugging roughly on it. I wish I could reach up and take it into my mouth, the way he takes mine. Right now I wish I could swirl my tongue around the hard nub, bite his flesh the way he bites mine. Doubling up my efforts, I go after his orgasm hard, stopping once to push his length back into my mouth, to replace the moisture lost by him jacking it between my tits.

  “You want it?” His neck is strained, his words breathless as he pushes up in between the tight space.

  “Yes!” And I realize I don’t know what he’s asking, but I want whatever he’s willing to give me. His pleasure is my pleasure.

  Caleb pulls back, taking himself in his free hand, jacking up and down furiously. “Push those tits together, Ruby,” he hisses between clenched teeth.

  Immediately I know what he wants, and I want it too. To feel his pleasure across my skin? It’s what I’ve been aiming for since we started this rendezvous with one another. “You want it?” he asks me again, his eyes open wide as he looks down at me.

  “Yeah.” I give him a grin as my eyes drift down to where he’s holding himself, his big hand running up and down his length. It always amazes me when I watch him jack off, he’s much rougher on his flesh than I dare be. Probably because he knows what he can handle. Offering my flesh up to him, I lean in close as his hand goes up and down in a blur. “C’mon, Cruise,” I use his call-sign. The only time I use it is when we’re getting intimate like this, and as such it affects him like no other. His hand goes faster, his hips push harder. The veins in his neck are standing out, and his whole body is tightening as he works for relief.

  “Ahhh yeah.” The words come out in a rush as I feel the heat of his release on my skin. His lip is clenched between his teeth, and I’m panting as he paints my tits with the evidence of his pleasure.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Cruise

  I’m wrecked as I lay panting, my head resting against the back of the couch, trying to figure out exactly where I am. If I’ve ever come that fucking hard, it’s been a long time. When I hear a giggle, I pry my eyes open, seeing Ruby still kneeling in front of me. Her breasts are wet with me, and I wish we were alone, back in my apartment or her duplex. I would think nothing of jerking my shirt off and pressing our skin together. We aren’t alone though, and we’re lucky Kels hasn’t woken up yet. I struggle out of my shirt, using it to clean her off, since we don’t have anything around to do so. As good as I can, I stuff myself back into my jeans, before zipping, buttoning won’t be happening for a while. I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

  “You okay?” she asks, raking her nails along my stomach muscles. They contract roughly against her touch and my body instinctively wants to seek more from her.

  Leaning down, I capture the edge of her jaw with my fingers, holding her still for me. “Fucking perfect.”

  “Did you come harder?” she asks, those blue eyes dark in the flicker of the TV playing behind us. “Ya know, than you did with her?”

  I see this is a point of pride for her, and instead of getting annoyed she brought up Jess again, I drag my hand down her neck, over the swell of her breast and press her nipple in between the pads of my fingers. “I always come harder for you than I ever have anyone else. That’s what happens when you care about the person who’s blowing your mind, or your dick.” I give her a grin. “There’s no comparison, please don’t think there is. You get me more than any other woman ever has, and because of that, you get a part of me that no other woman ever has. Fuck, you’re so special to me…” I trail off as I capture her lips with mine.

  She moans deep in her throat as I coax her tongue out to tangle with mine. When I pull away, her lips chase mine, and I can feel her warm breath on my skin. “C’mon, let’s take this someplace a little more private?”

  She nods, grabbing my hand when I stand up, reaching for her. Together, we make a path through the house, turning off lights, checking on locks, and then quietly we look in on Kels. When I see she’s slept through our livin
g room blow job, I close the door and drag Ruby to my teenage bedroom. When we get inside, I flip the lock, and push her up against the door, shoving my thigh in between her legs.

  “You’re in luck, Red, there’s a small bathroom attached to this bedroom. The shower is tiny, but it’ll work for what we need to do. Which is clean you off.” I run my finger along the swell of her tits, feeling a bit of the stickiness of me left behind. She moans, closing her eyes and licking her lips as I let my palm caress the weight. Not able to stop myself, I give into the urge to lean forward and take one of those nipples into my mouth. My tongue circles the hard nub and I suck hard, hollowing out my cheeks as she grabs my hair and holds me tightly to her.

  The cry she gives when I nip slightly is guttural and that’s when I make a decision. My hands on her ass, I pick her up, carrying us to the bathroom, not removing my mouth from her flesh until I have to sit her down.

  She’s breathing heavily as she watches me turn the water on, and then a slight film of steam fills the room.

  Without words, we disrobe and step into the shower. Once we’re there, it’s comical how small it is. We manage to get shampoo and body wash on us, but it’s a tight fit. I have to hold my arms up and she has to stand in the shadow of my body, almost putting her arms around my waist. I love being this close to her, love sharing this moment, and I know it’s one I’ll never forget.

  “How did you even jack-off in here?” she asks as she grins up at me.

  My face scrunches together in a laugh. “That’s a seriously personal question.”

  “I got seriously up close and personal with you a few minutes ago, so I think you can answer it.” We switch places as she gets under the flow of water and quickly washes off.

  “I didn’t.” I wink. “That’s what laying in my bed was for. Then I’d come take a shower. You have to make do with what you’ve got.”

  “Oh is that how it is?” she laughs as she tilts her head back to get the shampoo out of her locks.

  When she does, she offers her tits up to me, and I’m an enterprising man. I take what’s offered. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I reach down to her ass, grab her up, putting her legs around my waist. As I reach to turn the shower off, she squeals when I turn with her in my arms, taking us to my bed. “That’s exactly how it is.” I toss her on the mattress I spent most of my teenage years on, and then look my fill. Her legs are slightly parted as she looks up at me, her elbows holding her weight. “And just so we’re clear, Ruby Red.” I get down on my knees, ignoring the hardwood under my wet skin, spreading those thighs to make room for my shoulders. “I’m about to get seriously up close and personal with you.”