Page 148 of What are the Risks
“This thing is huge,” Ruby breathed, her fingertips grazing the trophy by my feet. “I doubt it’ll fit in the car on the way home. We might have to strap it to the roof.”
I was still in shock that they’d called my name – so surprised I hadn’t had a speech or anything prepared. I’d assumed Holloway had it in the bag.
“But as proud as I am, I didn’t love that it stole you away from me for the rest of the night,” Ruby went on, pouting slightly. “Dancing with Evan wasn’t the same.”
After the presentation wrapped up, it’s like all this media had appeared out of thin air.
While my friends got to return to the party, I’d been ushered into another room with the Dean and Coach and bombarded by cameras and questions. It was the perfect photo op for Phil-U. Nothing sold their sporting program quite like naming a soon-to-be NFL draftee as the Athlete of the Year.
“I’m sorry. I was thinking of you alone out there.”
“I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad,” Ruby grimaced, with a hint of an apology. “I can handle a party without you holding my hand. I just... missed you.”
My heart skipped a fucking beat like a love-struck teenager.
“I missed you too, Rubz. I hope Evan kept his hands to himself.”
She chuckled. “He was a perfect gentleman.”
He’d want to fucking hope so.
Trailing my fingers across Ruby’s throat, I let them drift along the curve of her cleavage and past the silk over her navel, before settling on the softness between her legs.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“At home?”
“Now,” I clarified, flickering my brows with emphasis.
She nervously glanced towards the front of the shuttle. We were in our own little world in the back seat – masked by darkness and hidden by the rows in front – and in that world, I wanted to make her come.
“Can you be quiet?”
She shook her head. “Not with you.”
Ruby always knew exactly what to say to send shockwaves straight to my cock. I didn’t often compare what we had to her and Noah, but I was confident she never would have said the same things to him.
I was beginning to realise that what Ruby and I shared was something neither of us had ever found with anyone else – and something I doubted we’d ever find again.
“Evan?” I called out.
“Yo?” he shouted back.
“Turn up the music.”
He did without question, which I owed him for.
As the volume increased, so did Ruby’s heartrate. She cautiously watched my hand, tracking it like it was a venomous animal preparing to strike.
Bending forward, I reached for the hem of her dress and gathered it in my fist. Her smooth legs seemed to go on forever in those heels. I’d definitely be asking her to keep them on once we arrived back to my place. Having them hang over my shoulders, digging into my back, played straight into one of my many Ruby fantasies.
As I trailed my fingertips across her warm skin, I had to summon all the patience I had. Knowing Ruby wasn’t wearing underwear was like giving a prison inmate a key to their freedom and telling them not to use it.
The fact I’d made it this far into the night was practically a victory. Though if the media hadn’t kept me occupied for the second half, I doubted I’d have lasted long before cracking and dragging her into the nearest bathroom.
I made sure to keep her dress covering her as I moved my hand between her legs. The wet heat I was met with caused me to growl. Thank fuck for Evan’s loud music.
I felt the vibration of Ruby’s moan as her head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed. Maybe this was a bad idea. Now I’d felt how keen she was, I wanted to goallthe way. But unfortunately the back seat wasn’t private enough for her to ride me without the others noticing.
