Either way, nothing is as important as dealing with this. It’s only five years overdue.
Her laughter slowly dies down, and she sighs hard as though she’s exhausted.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” she asks, grinning over at me.
“Why didn’t I tell you that I got off in my pants just from touching you? Or why didn’t I tell you I jerked off and got drunk to keep it from happening again? Gee, I don’t know. Do most teenage boys do that?” Yeah, I’m fucking surly right now. “Considering I was too young to have endured the way you’re responding now, I’m starting to not feel guilty for keeping that shit locked up tight.”
She starts laughing again before letting me pull her on top of me. I just want to spend the day in bed reclaiming my manhood now. That shit is emasculating.
“My ego is hurting right now, babe. You can stop laughing and start talking anytime now.”
She tries to hold it in, but she ends up laughing all over again. Fuck.
“Sorry,” she says, not sounding sorry at all. “But damn, Corbin. I wouldn’t have laughed back then. I promise. But now… Now it’s either laugh or beat the hell out of you for being such an egotistical asshole. I’d rather not dwell on what could have been.”
Groaning, I cover my face with my arm. I’ve spent my life dwelling on the what-ifs.
My phone goes off again, just like it has all day, and Ruby eyes it across the room as she lifts up to put her weight on her elbow.
“I think you should get that if we’re planning on spending the rest of the day in this terrible fucking bed.”
She grins down at me, and everything else goes away. She’s not leaving. It’s like I can finally breathe again.
With very uncooperative legs, I get up, grab my damn phone, and immediately drop back down on the bed. Ruby curls up against me as I start scrolling through my messages.
Surprisingly, none of my missed calls are from my mother or work. They’re all from… Brin? Why the hell is she calling me?
When I start reading my texts, I realize they’re all from Brin as well. Why is she blowing up my phone?
BRIN: Call me.
BRIN: Call me now.
BRIN: Why aren’t you calling me?
BRIN: You’re pissing me off.
BRIN: Get me a firetruck. Rain said you could.
BRIN: That wasn’t a request.
Immediately I call her, because something like that freaks me out. Brin has rarely ever used my number, and she’s blowing my phone up about firetrucks? It would seem random from anyone else, but Brin…
“It’s about damn time you called me,” she snaps.
“What’s on fire? Did you call—”
“Why would something be on fire?” she interrupts.
“You asked for a firetruck,” I remind her.
Ruby sucks in a sharp breath, and I look over to see her wide, worried eyes.
“I just need their long ladder. Isn’t it mechanical or something?”
My brow furrows in confusion. “I don’t know. Why?”
“The less you know, the better. So can you get me one? Rain said you were friends with the mayor or something.”
Rolling my eyes, I pull Ruby closer and make a mental note to never respond to Brin’s messages or calls again.
“Yeah… I’ll see what I can do. When do you need it?”
“Tonight. Midnight or later. I’ve already recruited help.”
Ruby moves to be more on my body, and my cock jumps, reminding me we’re both naked.
“I’ll work something out and get back to you.”
A squeal pierces my ear, and I jerk the phone away. “Thank you! When will you—”
I hang up and toss my phone away, as Ruby cocks an eyebrow at me. “Why does Brin need a firetruck?”
“I don’t want to know, and I suggest staying away from her tomorrow. It’s April Fool’s Day. You don’t want to be around her on that day.”
She smirks, and something a little scary crosses her eyes. “So you probably don’t want to be around Rye, do you?”
“Hell to the no. Why?”
“Because my Bug really needs that fucking horn fixed.”
“And you think I know something about how to fix it? Cars aren’t my thing.”
She slowly starts sliding lower on my body, kissing my chest and making everything come to life and harden against her.
“I think you can make Rye fix it,” she suggests while teasing my nipple in her mouth.
A breath hisses between my teeth when she bites down, and pleasure shoots down like a bullet to my cock.
“Not tomorrow,” I answer, swallowing hard as she drags her lips lower, looking up at me from under her long lashes.
She’s a fucking wet dream.
“You sort of need to do it tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you in a different way.”
“Punish me?”
That has me swallowing hard for an entirely different reason, but my eyes roll back in my head and some feral sound escapes me when that hot, fucking incredible mouth closes over the head of my dick.