Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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 it in 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 Observatory to catch the view. Then tonight, I’ll have a swim date with Cameron.”
As expected, the grass is always greener to these men.
They grumble at each other, frowning, as if trying to decide who is being given the better opportunity. While they’re distracted, I take the chance to remind myself of the ultimate goal. Dean and Cameron need to walk away from this three-day experiment as friends. Or their wives are not going to pay me. Which would be bad.
Because if they don’t pay me, I will have to close the doors on Sip and Flip.
All of my carefully laid out dreams will be dashed and I’ll have to start from scratch.
In other words, I need to do whatever is in my power to give these men the satisfaction I denied them six years ago, thus giving them no reason to resent one another. It must be said, however, that there are far greater hardships than being handed the chance to explore my physical wants with two big, powerful men.
Dean with his 6’4” athletic build, impeccably honed at the gym. His light tawny eyes and expensively styled light brown hair. A jaw that could break a cinderblock.
Cameron is more like a sleek animal, all unruly black hair and soulful green eyes, his body cut and sinewy from metalworking his sculptures. A modern blacksmith.
Both are looking at me like they’re one second away from snapping. Taking me down onto the sand and ripping my dress off with their teeth.
“Don’t be like this, men,” I say, kissing Dean on the chin, before turning to Cameron and kissing him in the exact same spot. “We only have three days. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”
“I’d enjoy it a lot more if he wasn’t here,” Cameron blusters.
“Likewise, buddy,” Dean returns with a phony smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get her out of here for a while. Away from you. Before you try anything weird with her and I have to kill you with my bare hands.”