Page 6 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“Are you sure about this?” Dean asks Polly.

“Yes. We’re both totally sure.” Polly brushes a hand down Ruby’s hair, then lower, trailing her hand down to Ruby’s bottom, tracing the tight curve. “If anything, we commend both of you for having excellent taste.”

Dean and I are frozen after watching Polly touch Ruby’s beautiful ass.

If he’s in any similar state to me, he’s trying not to unload in his pants.

“I’ll go first,” Dean rasps, taking Ruby’s wrist.

“Fuck that,” I say automatically, shouldering myself between them. “Letherchoose.”

“I can’t,” Ruby whispers, blinking her cornflower blue eyes up at me. “Don’t make me pick between the two of you, Cameron. Everything we do together has to be fair or these three days will be for nothing.”

Oh God, just hearing her say my name is causing my entire body to pulse. Memories are rushing back to me in a stampede. And as always, I am plagued by the instinct to take her in my arms and shield her from the world. “So, it’s true. You agreed to do this?”

She nods, whispering, “Yes.”

“Just because you need the money?”

Dean comes up behind Ruby, sliding his hands around her waist, smoothing them down over her hips. Tugging her back into his body, while I step forward to keep her close, leaving our once-tutor sandwiched between us.

“Or have you always wondered what it would have felt like to give in?” Dean asks.

Ruby’s head falls back against Dean’s chest. “I’ve wondered,” she says, so lightly, the breeze almost carries her words away before I can hear them.

Reel from them.

“Good lord, their chemistry…” Polly murmurs, awed. “How about this? Just so we don’t have any fighting, me and Molly get to decide who gets to kiss her first? We’ll plan out the whole three days, in fact. That way, we’ll avoid any arguments about fairness.”

Molly uh-huhs. “What we say, goes.”

“Fine,” I grit out, the curve of my erection brushing Ruby’s stomach. “Choose.”

“I volunteer Cameron to go first,” Molly says, with a snicker. “Don’t worry, Dean. Whatever activity we decide on next, you’ll be first in line.”

Ruby tips her head back to look at me, wetting her lips, and I’m mesmerized. Years worth of fantasies have me weak in the fucking knees as I lean down and settle my lips on top of hers, watching her eyes smoke out as I sip the saliva from her lips, tasting sugar, slowly lapping into her mouth, groaning over her tremulous intake of breath. How she parts for me like a flower, letting my tongue in deep for one stroke, two, three, ten…

“My turn,” Dean pants, spinning Ruby around. Dragging his hands around and down to her ass and lifting her up, her legs automatically clinging to his hips like glue, Dean’s fingers flexing to tighten his hold while he slants their lips together, French kissing the twenty-four-year-old blonde, right there in front of his wife. Raking her mouth with his tongue, while his hands knead her taut butt, the hem of her dress nearly gathered high enough for me to get a glimpse of those succulent ass cheeks.

“See?” Polly says, to the camera, filming her husband with Ruby, then flipping it back around to herself. “All parties are in agreement.”

“And a teeny bit turned on,” Molly laughs, fanning her face. “Well. We have a hot stone massage in an hour, so we best be moving on. Listen, we checked and all three of you are healthy, plus Ruby is on the shot. Don’t bother with condoms. Just have fun!”

The three of us stand there, breathing roughly, while the wives depart, leaving us with Ruby Lang, the girl neither one of us managed to shake.

And three consequence-free days to accomplish it.

Chapter Three

Ruby

Still standing on the beach between the two men I never fully exorcised from my system, my phone buzzes in the pocket of my dress. At first, I think it’s my body still trembling from the emotional impact of those kisses, because goodness, I can still feel their tongues wrestling with mine, those big quarterback hands of Dean’s fondling my bottom, a place I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me. Cameron’s erection stabbing me in the tummy. And all of itin front of their wives.

“I think your phone is going off, angel,” Cameron says, his breath on the crown of my head, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress.

“Oh.” Swallowing hard, I try and reach into my pocket, missing twice before finally finding it. Could anyone blame me, though, when these two gorgeous men have made me the center of their sandwich? “Um. It’s Molly. She says they’ve decided I’m going on a drive with Dean first. To the Griffith Observatoryto catch the view. Then tonight, I’ll have a swim date with Cameron.”

As expected, the grass is always greener to these men.

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