Page 60 of Holding You
Her brother clearly doesn’t trust me now that I live here and Susie is getting attached.
Both are valid reasons why this should not be a thing.
She reaches her arm across her body, and I flinch.
She looks at me.
“Are you good?”
“Yep.”
She grabs the blanket she keeps over the arm of the sofa and covers her body.
“Are you cold?” she asks.
I’m fucking sweating, Ruby.
“A little,” I say, and she extends the blanket.
What am I doing?
Is this high school?
Am I just going to slip my hand under the blanket and finger her as if we have to hide it from our parents?
Shit.
I need to go downstairs.
Now.
Ruby rearranges her position once more, and this time, her legs drop to rest on mine.
“Oh, sorry,” she says and starts to move again.
“It’s okay.” I put my hands on her legs to stop her. “You had a busy day. If this is relaxing for you, do it.”
Her eyes meet mine for a beat too long before she looks at the TV again.
She shifts again and takes a deep breath.
My thumb instinctively starts to rub back and forth on the bare skin of her calf. She doesn’t tell me to stop, so I add a little pressure, and she moans.
It’s soft, and if I hadn’t been in tune with her, I would have missed it.
Still, the sound makes my cock jump, and I close my eyes, but I don’t stop rubbing her legs.
After a moment, she stretches her legs out, placing one on top of the other, and grins at me.
“You can’t just do one leg.”
I let out a chuckle and start massaging the other leg.
Every now and then, she makes a little noise, and it only makes me harder. Sexual or not, it turns me on to make her feel this good.
Suddenly, she sits up, grabs her water, and starts chugging.
“I should go to bed,” she says and then stands. She turns tostep over my legs, which are propped up on the table, but she gets snagged on the blanket and falls into my lap with one leg on either side of mine.
