Triple Dare (Sterling Shore 7)

I can only assume he’s throwing away the condom wrapper when I hear foil crinkling again. Maybe that means he’s just going to leave? Not even bother speaking?

I don’t know if I feel relieved or furious about that.

Hands grip my sides, and I jerk against the surprise contact seconds before I’m flipped over. Corbin’s eyes meet mine, and there’s nothing there but insatiable hunger.

Uh…oh…

My eyes dart down to see a fresh condom is on him, and he smirks when my gaze meets his again. He pushes my legs apart, settling himself there until his tip is nudging against my entrance again.

“Hope you’re not too tired. I’m apparently not finished yet.”

His lips find mine before I can even try to form words—which I probably couldn’t do if my life depended on it. The second he pushes inside me with one quick thrust, my body arches off the bed, and he kisses me harder, swallowing every sound as though they’re all his to be owned.

His chest rubs against my skin as his hands lock with mine, pinning them above my head as he threads our fingers together, and everything in me flames with more need than even the first time. My legs immediately come up to lock around his waist, clamping down with a warning that I might kill him if he pulls back too far and robs me of this feeling.

In this moment, I hate me, him, and that little blue pill.

CHAPTER 15

CORBIN

After spending five hours owning every inch of Ruby’s body last night, waking up to an empty bed isn’t what I had in mind this morning. Feeling like my life is finally making sense… Now, that much I expected.

Yeah, I’m grinning like a smug asshole, because Ruby is finally mine. There’s no way in hell she can deny what happened between us last night, even if she is hiding from me right now. It was so much more than just sex.

Never would I have thought it’d be like that… I probably would have humiliated myself if I had even come close to imagining it could be that good.

I’ve had sex plenty of times, but never with someone I care about the way I care about Ruby. Which would be impossible, since Ruby’s the only person I’ve ever cared about in this way.

Stretching as I stand up, I prepare for the battle she’ll give. She’ll remind me why this is a bad idea. She’ll bring up the fucked up shit I did in the past. She’ll probably even try to knee me in the balls or break my nose.

Should be fun times.

She’s mine whether or not she wants to admit it. I just have to up my game to make sure I don’t let her get the distance she needs right now.

Something clatters to the floor when I walk into living room, and I glance over to the kitchen to see Bo staring at me with wide, gaping eyes. I might should have put on more than just my boxers.

At least I bothered to put on that much.

“Where’s Ruby?” I ask her, trying not to laugh when she flames red. She blushes way too easily.

It’s odd to see them still friends after all these years, considering they’re polar opposites. Not to mention they’ve been living in different parts of the country since college.

“She…uh… work.”

Poor girl.

Nothing at all like her wild, social sister. Hell, she can’t even look at me right now. Her eyes keep darting from side to side like she’s trying to figure out which way is the quickest exit.

“Thanks,” I tell her, trying not to laugh as I walk back to the room to grab my clothes and put her out of her misery.

She squeaks out something, but it’s too raspy to really understand. Chuckling to myself, I pull on my clothes and grab my phone. After I get someone to pick me up, I’ll go home and change.

Then… It’s time to pay a visit to Ruby.

***

CORBIN

Her eyes meet mine the second the annoying little buzzer over the door dings, and I smirk when she drops the sketch she’s showing a guy. She clears her throat and immediately scrambles to pick the sketchbook back up and go on as though I’m not staring right at her.

As soon as the guy leaves, I circle around the cashier station to box her in, putting my hands on either side of the counter, and I just stare her down.

“You snuck out this morning.”

“I had work,” she says quickly, too quickly, but she still doesn’t meet my eyes.

“Or you had to avoid the morning after insanely hot—”

“Don’t!” she hisses, looking around to remind me we’re in front of all the people she employees.

Yeah. Yeah. I get it.

Rolling my eyes, I gesture for her to walk by, and the second she does, I steer her toward the back room. She’s tense against my touch, letting me know this is definitely going to be a challenge.