Page 10 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

I didn’t really expect this bold behavior from myself. I’ve been on casual dates. I’ve spent time around men. But…wow. Those occasions were nothing like this.

With the pressure of a potential relationship off the table, I’m so free.

Free to explore all my repressed needs.

“I’m glad you said something, Ruby,” he says on a shallow exhale, his chest still rising and falling against me, nearly lifting my whole body with his powerful breaths. “I don’t want your first time in a parking lot. You deserve better than that.”

I kiss his cheek for being so sweet. “Thank you for understanding.”

His head falls back against the rest. “Christ. I don’t know how I’m going to walk straight with this erection.” He raises his hands, framing my breasts, his thumbs fondling my nipples through my dress. “God. Istillcan’t even believe my wife is letting me do this.”

“I love your wife.”

He lifts my skirt up, observing the hard press of my sex on his arousal, the slow working rotations of my hips, inner thighs in a flex. “Right now, baby, I love her, too.”

Dean

Before either of us can say another word, the people who are parked beside us return to their car. It’s two older men in their sixties, and until they’re sidestepping down the space between my Maserati and their SUV, I don’t realize I’ve parked beside a police cruiser. Jesus, they’re cops. The gun belts around their hips are the final pieces of proof.

They’re going to see Ruby in my lap and it’s going to be obvious what we’re doing. The last thing I want is this three-day vacation from my responsibilities to be ruined with a trip to jail.

“Face the windshield,” I urge, lifting Ruby up. “Knees up, so I can turn you around. We’ll pretend I’m giving you a driving lesson.”

For the rest of my life, I’m going to think about how easy she was to maneuver in such a tight space, but I digress. Her ass is planted in my lap in no time, her hands on the steering wheel, my cock still stiff as nails, only now it’s pressed right upbetween her butt cheeks, her sexy thighs wide open and draped over mine.

One of the police officers stops dead in their tracks at the driver’s side.

“Fucking hell,” I hear him groan under his breath, his attention dragging up Ruby’s thighs to her hips. “What’s going on here, folks? What are you doing sitting in your car? The Observatory is that way.”

“Just showing her how to operate a Maserati, sir,” I say, praying that’s the end of it.

“That so?” I can see him eyeballing my wedding ring. And the fact that Ruby’s ring finger is bare. He’d never believe me if I told him my wife gave me a three-day hall pass to fuck my college tutor out of my bones. Although, God, the more time I spend with her, the less I suspect it’s even possible. “If you’re teaching her how to operate this car, you better move the seat up. Her feet don’t even reach the pedals, son.”

“Right,” I say dryly. This son of a bitch has jokes.

Hoping to satisfy his bullshit sense of humor enough to make him leave, I press the button on the armrest to move the seat up—and immediately realize my mistake when Ruby’s hips wedge up against the steering wheel and her ass grinds down onto my stiff cock, a hot little whimper leaving her mouth.

“Oops,” says the officer.

She immediately tries to shift herself out of the predicament and oh shit,oh shitshe can’t get free and struggles harder, harder, writhing that tight backside on me, all under the cops’ watchful gaze, both of us trapped. One strenuous arch of her back and a too-sharp tweak of that tush—and I come. I come harder than I have in a very long time, my hips convulsing involuntarily, slamming Ruby into the wheel, over and over and over, semen blasting into the crotch of my briefs, flooding, capsizing any thoughts of self-preservation. All I can do is hump,hump, hump her into the wheel, my balls storming with white-hot pleasure, my teeth gritted against the back of her head until it ends, leaving me battered.

“Goddamn.” The cop mops the sweat off his brow. “I’ll tell you something. I don’t blame you one bit, son.”

A moment later, the police cruiser is gone, and Ruby turns sideway into my chest with bright red cheeks. “That did not just happen.”

I grimace over the wet mess in my pants. “Oh, I promise you, it did.”

She laughs hysterically at my irritable expression, and by some miracle, I find myself joining her, weight dropping from my shoulders like sandbags. Weight I didn’t even know I was carrying. This is how Ruby always made me feel. Alive. Carefree. Young.

She leans up to kiss my cheek, and I feel like the ruler of the universe. “All part of the adventure,” she whispers. And as I drive Ruby back to the rental house, her eyes sparkling at me from the passenger seat, I admit to myself that I want a lot more than one adventure with her. What I’ve got is three days, though. Three days only. And one big problem named Cameron in the way of having Ruby all to myself.

Chapter Five

Ruby

We return to the beach house a lot later than expected.

The stars are out. Waves crash beneath the purple sky down at the shore.

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