Triple Dare (Sterling Shore 7)

She sucks more of me, flicking her tongue against me, and I feel the bar in her tongue play with the piercings in my dick. Fuck, it feels so good.

As quickly as she began, she pulls back, and I grip the sheets in a death-grip while trying not to get pissed. I have a feeling that ordering her to go back to sucking my dick won’t work out so well for me.

That devilish little grin she’s wearing only makes me a little more tense.

“The truth of the matter is that you should have told me you knew that girl. You should have warned me I might run into her, considering she runs in your circles. If I set the precedent that you fuck up and then get sex… Well, I’d rather our relationship not be one that rewards bad behavior. So your punishment will be going to get my Bug fixed tomorrow.”

She teasingly flicks her tongue against my cock, but I’m as stubborn as she is. No way in fucking hell am I going to see Rye tomorrow.

“Think of something else to punish me with,” I mumble, sounding a little incoherent as she slides that damn tongue of hers all the way to the base, then…Oh fuck.

“Are you sure?” she asks, moving her lips away from where I want them. I try to grab her head, but she dodges me.

“Ruby, stop fucking with me,” I groan, aching now.

Another breath hisses out of me when she drags her nails up slowly before wrapping her hand around my—

“Either you see Rye tomorrow—”

“Not happening,” I interrupt, cursing her with my eyes.

“—Or I keep building you up and icing you down. Your choice. Slow torture… all day… or instant gratification.”

My eyes snap open, and I glare at her. “You can’t be fucking serious—”

My words end on some unintelligible growl when she closes her mouth over me again. Just as quickly, she robs me of the feeling.

“Your choice,” she tells me again, grinning like she owns my ass right now.

And she fucking does.

“Damn it,” I mumble, and she grins while starting the whole process all over again.

The last thing I want is to think about Rye Clanton while Ruby’s mouth is on me, teasing, tormenting… fucking stopping again.

When I whimper like a pathetic excuse for a man, she winks. She. Fucking. Winks.

Fucking eh.

CHAPTER 34

CORBIN

Rye stands beside me, and we’re both staring up at the packages that are all taped to his ceiling.

He says something, but it’s too low for me to hear, considering that motherfucking foghorn blared in my ears all the way over here.

“What?” I yell, cupping my ear.

“How does someone do something like that?” he asks louder, sounding exasperated.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to be in here long,” I snicker.

No way am I telling him that I might have aided Brin in this little setup. The firetruck suddenly makes sense.

“Can you fix the horn or not?” I go on.

“Not,” he growls. “Ruby helped Brin. People are still giving me pitying looks because they think I’m rocking the smallest dick in town.”

I choke back a laugh, because I know laughing at him won’t help my case.

“Ruby is going to triple dare me to kick your ass if you don’t fix it.”

“You could try,” he says dryly, still staring at the ceiling as he talks.

“You’d at least have a few cracked ribs. I wouldn’t aim for the face,” I point out.

Rye groans while finally shifting his gaze to mine.

“Fucking women,” he mutters, walking over to the loudest Bug in history. “Give me a bit. Some of my tools are on the fucking ceiling, too. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

I clap him on the shoulder, grinning when Wrench—his head mechanic—starts shaking with silent laughter. He turns away, but his body is visibly vibrating with the internal riot.

Rye’s cell phone rings, and he juggles it, frowning when he stares at the screen for two more rings. Finally, he answers.

“Rye Clanton her—” His angry face takes over his confused face. “Stop fucking calling me! I don’t give a damn about your precious! I never understood that movie anyway!”

Wrench loses it, and is forced to walk out when he can’t lock his laughter back in its box. I’m more confused than amused, at the moment.

He glares over at me. “For some stupid fucking reason, people keep calling me, impersonating some form of Lord of the Rings. I don’t get it. As if I don’t have enough shit to deal with.”

He points to the ceiling, and I suppress a smile.

After talking to him a minute longer, I tiptoe out of the garage, trying and failing not to laugh when I see a flyer that has two of Rye’s numbers on it.

Best Lord of the Rings line and impersonator wins one hundred dollars. Call…

“She’s good,” I say to myself, grinning as I head toward the street. I wouldn’t even go through the office. I figured most of the traps would be there, knowing Brin.