Page 16 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“Go to hell, Cam.”

“I think we should ask your wives who goes first,” Ruby blurts.

Dean and I freeze, exchanging a measured look. We both know Ruby is right. We have to take the decision away from the three of us, or someone is going to get slighted.

I don’t give a shit about slighting Dean, but it would upset Ruby.

Before I can predict his move, Dean scoops Ruby up off the lounger, tossing her mostly naked body over his broad shoulder, fireman carrying her toward the glowing house. I waste no time jerking up my shorts and stalking after them, my vision grainy, thanks to the lack of blood in my head. I find them in the kitchen, Ruby still draped over Dean’s shoulder, her magnificent ass on full display—which does not help my condition—while Dean hits the button on his phone to call Polly, presumably.

A moment later, Polly’s face appears on the screen. Molly is beside her.

They’re in white robes, as if relaxing at the spa.

“Oh my,” Polly deadpans. “Guess the micro bikini went over well.”

Molly chuckles.

Dean strokes a hand up and down Ruby’s ass cheek, giving it a cracking spank. “We need you two to decide who sleeps with her first.”

Our wives’ mouths drop open. “You haven’t slept with her yet? I didn’t even think we’d make it back to the hotel before she was spread eagle.”

“It’s complicated,” I grunt, walking into the frame. “Choose fast, ladies. Who first?”

Polly taps her mouth with a manicured finger. “I have a fun idea.”

“Explain,” Dean demands, dragging Ruby down off his shoulder, her legs catching in a circle around his waist. They stare into each other’s eyes for a beat before their mouths connect in a charged kiss. “Fast, Polly,” he growls with Ruby’s lip between his teeth.

Can my wife tell it’s taking everything inside of me not to beat off, watching Dean and Ruby make out? The hastily done laces of my shorts are stretched to the limit. Do I want her myself? Yes. God yes. But I can’t pretend my loins aren’t in a pretzel watching him manhandle her, knowing what I know. Remembering how we got drunk together during senior year, before we stopped being friends, and Dean confessed he fantasizes about Ruby calling him Daddy.Beingher Daddy.

No matter what I do, I can’t exorcise that from my brain.

“I have an idea.” Polly says, primly. “Men. You’re going to strip down and sit on the couch. Ruby, you’ll kneel and suck them both off. One, then the other, then back again and so forth. Thirty second intervals. Whoever can hold on the longest gets to take Ruby first.”

While I’m reeling from the thought of the oncoming pleasure/torture, Molly chimes in, cheerfully. “Before you get started, Ruby, go put on that sexy schoolgirl outfit we packed for you. Just to make things interesting.”

“Bye, folks. Have fun.”

Molly blows a kiss. “Bye!”

Chapter Seven

Dean

“Our wives are kind of fucked up for this,” Cameron says.

Both of us are sitting on the couch with pillows over our junk, but make no mistake, I’m hard as nails knowing Ruby is in her bedroom getting prepared to suck me off. “Definitely the weirdest game show I’ve ever been on.”

“It’s theonlygame show you’ve ever been on,” he remarks.

I start to laugh but turn it into a cough and give him the finger instead. “Look, I know our wives want us to walk away from this time with Ruby as friends, but we both know that’s not happening.”

“I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking. As if competing with you for the same girl is somehow going to make you tolerable.”

I’m nodding in agreement, too horny to be insulted at the moment. “Not going to lie, though, I’m fucking thrilled with their bad decision making. Another shot with Ruby Lang…”

“Agreed. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance.”

Unable to wait another second, now that I’m thinking about my sweet blonde obsession, I grasp myself under the pillow and give in for a couple pumps. “The amount of times I’ve imagined this over the years is obscene. I can’t believe it’s happening.”

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