Page 27 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“You’re a very beautiful girl, Ruby,” I say, adjusting my fly.

She watches my roving hand with dawning understanding. “Oh, um…thank you.” She tugs down the hem of her dress, but that only exposes more of her tits. “You must have been a lady killer back in the day.”

“I’ve had my fair share of fun,” I drawl, rocking back on my heels to look up her skirt. “Can’t remember any of my conquests being built like you, though, darling.” Again, she struggles tocover herself with the garment, pulling too far in one direction, then the other. “You need some help with your dress?”

“No, um…” She chews her lip. “Well, maybe…?”

I drop down on my knees beside Ruby, cupping one of her knees in my palm, letting my thumb stroke her inner thigh, eliciting a quick intake of breath. Looking her in the eye, I push back her knee and open it wide, my gaze tracking down to her exposed pussy. “I’d like to help. But it would be a crime to cover this sweet young piece.”

“Mr. Jones,” she gasps.

Arousal has me in its trap now. My balls are stuffed tight, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “How much does my son pay for a tutoring session?” My gulp is genuine. “I’ll quadruple your fee if you let me spit on it.”

“Dad,” Cameron says behind me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Cameron

Somehow, the reenactment of that day is more intoxicating than my memory.

Dean holds Ruby’s leg open, and I can see from across the room that her slit is slippery. Was Ruby turned on that day for my father? Was she surprised to find herself excited by the attention of an older man? God, she’s definitely excited now—as are me and Dean, both of us tenting the front of our pants.

“Dad,” I repeat. “What are you doing?”

“Son, give us a minute.”

“Absolutely not,” I growl, storming over to them and dropping to a kneel on the floor beside Ruby, gathering her up and holding her to my chest. But there’s just no covering her in the slight pink dress. Not completely. Now her tits are flattened to my chest, her pussy out of sight, but her ass is exposed now…and my father—I mean, Dean—notices. Big time.

“Damn,” he mouths, shaking his head at me. Like we’re sharing a secret. “Do you ever fuck her?”

“No,” I rasp back, holding Ruby tighter, more protectively. Exactly how I did on the actual day, even though the real afternoon all those years ago never got this far. My father never touched her. Never got as close as Dean is right now, his index finger dragging up the crack of Ruby’s ass, making her suck in a breath and snuggle closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Come on, angel. I’m going to help you up. I’ve got you now.”

“Okay,” she murmurs sweetly into my neck. “I’m sorry, Cameron.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I assure her, stroking her hair for a moment, then standing up. My father—I mean, Dean—lunges to help and the sudden movement causes me to veer too quickly to the right, my knee connecting with the corner of the mattress and upsetting my balance. Not wanting to risk stumbling while I’m holding Ruby, I let myself drop onto the bed, groaning when gravity brings her own on my lap, hard. I’ve become a professional at hiding my erections from Ruby, but there’s no disguising this one.

“Cameron,” she gasps. “Is that…is that…?”

“Darling,” Dean says, fisting her hair and tilting it back. “I can promise you, that ain’t the first time he’s been boned up, hoping to get between those luxury thighs. Not if he’s any son of mine.”

Ah Christ, that last part even sounded like my father.

The authenticity is transporting me back to that day, only this time, Dean isn’t storming in and carrying Ruby away. She’s perched on my cock, eyes cloudy from alcohol.

“Is that true, Cameron?” Ruby asks, biting her lip. Nervous. As if I’m not looking at the hottest pair of tits in existence. “Do you like me?”

“You already know I like you, angel. I like everything about you. Your grace and wit and sincerity.” I tilt my hips, groaning over the pliancy of her bare heat where it conforms to my fly. “But what you’re feeling against your pussy is lust. I’ve got a lot of that for you, too. More than I could ever work off if I got my cock inside of you.”

Her swollen lips part and she experiments with a front-to-back roll of her hips. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“That I want to fuck you in eighty positions?” I run a hand up her throat and squeeze. “My angel is too innocent for that.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be.”

Dean’s hands tug down the lace cups of Ruby’s dress, palming her tits in older, more weathered hands. “You heard her, son. She doesn’t want to be innocent anymore.” He frames those rose-kissed mounds, jiggling them in front of my face. “Look at this pretty little thing. Your girlfriend will understand. A man can’t pass up virgin pussy or he’ll spend the rest of your life wishing he’d seized the chance.”

Ruby’s cheeks are turning red. “I-I forgot about your girlfriend—”

“As soon as he’s buried between your legs and gets his first tight pump, he’s going to forget about her, too, darling.” He continues to play with Ruby’s breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpers. “Unzip your pants, son.”

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