Page 124 of What are the Risks
The hem of the short dress she was wearing rose, giving a glimpse to what was beneath. Her lacy white panties were a stark contrast to the dark denim of my jeans – and fuck, I had to know if the bra matched.
I tugged down the neckline of her dress so I could solve the case.Bingo.Like the underwear, the white lace was basically transparent. I glimpsed a preview of her hardening nipples through the lack of fabric.
I was conscious we were in a stairwell, with countless doors that anyone could burst through, but my dick logic won out. I roughly shoved the bra aside and traced her nipple with my thumb.
Ruby threw her head back, resting it against the door. Her chest was heaving up and down, her breasts rising and falling.
One of her feet had lifted off the floor, leaving her partially seated on me – like I was a rollercoaster she was eager to ride, and my thigh was the main attraction.
I knew I could get her off like this. I could see the moisture pooling in her lack of underwear, and her aroused nipples also told me as much. But I was very aware that this place wasn’t even remotely private, and the thought of someone walking in and seeing Ruby like this was enough for me to see red.
“Rubz,” I whispered, breaking off the kiss. “Let’s get an Uber.”
She shook her head. “No. I want you here and now.”
Her hands reached forward, expertly undoing my belt buckle before swiftly tugging down the zipper on my jeans. When she reached inside and grabbed my aching cock, I almost forgot about my trepidations, but a door slamming closed nearby snapped me back to some semblance of reality.
“Come on, Rubz. Let’s do this somewhere we won’t be interrupted.”
She sighed. “Fine. I saw a coat closest when we walked in that–”
“Or we could just go back to your place,” I suggested.
She continued to pump my cock, as if she hadn’t heard me. “I’m making an effort to be spontaneous, Wheels. I’ve been obsessed with the idea of sleeping with you ever since you had your head between my legs. I’m ready to get it over with.”
“Get it over with?”
“Yeah. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
I frowned. “I don’t want the first time we sleep together to be in some dirty stairwell.”
“Gretchen told me you slept with her friend in the alley behind Lastlings.”
“Okay? And we’re comparing her and us because...?”
“Because I’m not Kitty Banks or Giselle Sterling or Sienna Davis or Gretchen Huntington,” Ruby burst out, her eyes widening in frustration. “I’ve only been with one other guy – a guy whose likes, dislikes, and stance on ass stuff I knew. And while I generally don’t have sex standing on my head or with my ankles hooked behind my neck like your thousand previous hookups were probably into, I can still be spontaneous. I’m not a total hack when it comes to sex.”
Um, okay?
There was clearly more going on than I realised. This was about mine and Ruby’s pasts, and how incompatible they were.
Summoning all my willpower, I gently lowered both of Ruby’s feet to the ground and then put some distance between us. The space caused her hand to fall off my dick. It was screaming at me for being my own cockblock, but it’d have to remain patient. Ruby and I needed to talk first.
“What do you think this is, Ruby?”
“Sex,” she answered. “Something you happen to be insanely experienced at.”
“So this...” I gestured around the stairwell. “This is because you think the thought of having sex in a bed isn’t thrilling enough for me?”
Ruby nodded without pause, which wasn’t the answer I was hoping for.
“So back inside the club,” I went on. “If I’d said I wanted to have a threesome with that girl, you would’ve gone along with it?”
With her lips parted, Ruby nodded once more. She looked so fucking hot right now, with her dress bunched up so that her lingerie peeked through, but I was too mad to let it distract me.
“What the fuck, Ruby! How the hell could you think that? You know me.”
“I know you as afriend, Ryker. As for your sex life, I’m going on the stories Gretchen told me and the knowledge that you have threesomes–”
