Page 124 of Lucky Shot
When I finally pull into the driveway and park, I kill the engine and roll up the windows. The radio keeps going. It’s some old nineties ballad and when Ruby belts out, “Is this love, or am Idreaming?” it accurately sums up the thoughts running through my head.
She grins at me as she unbuckles but keeps serenading me. There isn’t a whole lot of room, but she successfully maneuvers from the passenger seat to straddle me on the driver’s side.
“I love summertime,” she says.
“Yeah, me too.” My hands rest at her hips.
“Oh, I can finally give you your present.”
“Is this not it?” It feels like a damn good one to me.
“You were already getting that.” She reaches behind her neck and unclasps the necklace, then holds it up. The shamrock dangles in the moonlight. As she moves to put it on me, confusion mars my brow.
“I can’t take this. Your sister gave it to you.”
She ignores me, clasping it around my neck and then pressing her fingers to the charm. “It brought me the luck I needed. Now it’s yours.”
“I already feel pretty lucky, Red.”
“Then it’s something to remember me.”
There’s no way I’m ever going to forget her, but instead of saying that, I glide one hand to the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine.
Her hair falls around my face, enveloping me in her coconut scent.
Ruby grinds over my dick and we both groan.
“Fuck, Red. I missed you.” I missed her and I missed this. I didn’t know it was possible for someone to work their way into my life so quickly. Days and nights are just better when she’s here.
“I missed you too.” Her hands rest on my chest, and she drags them down, lightly scraping her nails over my pecs and abs.
A knock at the window makes both of us jump. Through the foggy glass, my dad stands on the other side.
“Oh my god,” Ruby mutters as she tries to scramble out of my lap. Only all she manages to do is knee me in the balls.
I wince and a look of horror etches into her features at the scene playing out before her.
“I’m good,” I assure her through gritted teeth. I hit the button to roll down the window.
“Dad.” I clear my throat. “Uh, hey.”
“Son. Ruby.”
“Hi, Mike,” Ruby squeaks out.
“Nice night,” Dad says, looking out toward the road.
“Yeah,” I agree. Does he really want to talk about the weather right now?
“Might want to take it inside, kids. Unless you’re planning on giving the neighbors a show.”
I glance over at our nearest neighbor. A nice older woman lives there. She brings cookies and fudge over every year at Christmastime. All the lights are out so I doubt very much she’s awake. Still, it’s a fair point.
“Be right in,” I assure him.
“Good.” Dad nods. The corners of his mouth twitch but he keeps his smile contained. “Excuse me. I’m going to see if I can find my earplugs before I turn in.”
“Night,” I call after him, then roll the window back up.
