Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

The intrusion forced me to suck in a breath through clenched teeth. It was an enjoyable stretch, but a lot to take in at first, and my eyes sharpened on him. He watched every tiny breath I took and the hints of pleasure I was sure to be showing in my eyes. He studied me like he was going to be tested later and wanted a perfect score.

I whimpered when the fingers began to move, giving him a sound of contentment. Already my body was tingling and buzzing. Could he feel how turned on I was, since we were floating in the water? His heavy eyes made me think so. His chest rose and fell with steady but hurried breaths.

When he leaned forward and set his forehead against mine, I was aware I had lost some sort of battle. What was wrong with me? He’d just admitted he’d let me suffer needlessly for years, and I was, what? Letting him do whatever he wanted? Rewarding him?

“I hate you,” I whispered, not meaning it. It was a final futile attempt to convince myself of the lie.

“Do you?” he whispered back. He brushed his lips faintly over mine, teasing a kiss. “Or is it another lie?”

I groaned as his fingers thrust, and I saw flashes of white behind my eyes. God, he was so good with those fingers. I remembered every inch of him, and I suspected he knew all of me as well. Kyle knew exactly where and how to touch me to make me come out of my mind.

My tone wasn’t the least bit convincing. “No, I’m pretty sure I hate you.”

He looked smug. “Then, prove it.”

Chapter

TEN

KYLE

Ruby was pissing me off, but she was going to have to take a number and get in line behind myself. What the fuck? Currently I was standing fully clothed, more or less, in a pool, finger fucking my ex while she lied and told me she hated me.

She was topless. At least I could use the insanity plea because her body was freaking insane. Perfect, big breasts with tight, dark nipples contrasting against her pale skin. I’d barely choked back the groan when she’d let me pull her dress down. She was so fucking beautiful, it hurt. It made me weak, and all thought drained from my mind.

Existing in this state was strange. I didn’t analyze, I just acted. Did what I felt and wanted. I was rougher than I’d ever been with her, and fuck me, it wasn’t scaring her off. Ruby’s pupils had gone large and her skin flushed. Her legs had spread wider.

If that wasn’t enough evidence to suggest she liked it, there’d been that almost inaudible yes that came from her. My dick had grown so hard, it turned to steel.

It only added to my frustration. Of course she was into it. We’d clicked so perfectly in bed before. As my tastes had matured, it seemed hers had as well.

“Prove it?” she repeated.

I pushed my fingers as deep inside her as I could get them. It was a tight fit and her body clamped down, like she was trying to squeeze pleasure from me. Jesus, it was so fucking hot.

“Yes.” I pumped my fingers faster, and her hips below the water moved to match my tempo. “If you hate me, you’ll push my hand away, get out of this pool, and leave.” Her expression fell at the idea, and I was relieved. That wasn’t what I wanted, not in a million years. I strived for a mocking tone. “But you’re not going to do that, are you, Ruby?”

I ground the heel of my palm against her clit, sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy, and watched her struggle to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Okay, good. She was still a fan of that maneuver.

“Because,” I continued, “you don’t want me to stop.”

When she didn’t answer me, I made a face of displeasure, and slowed my hand until it wasn’t moving. Instantly she let go of the ledge behind her and plunged her hands in the water, wrapping them around my wrist.

Fire burned in her eyes. “Don’t you dare stop, asshole.”

Holy shit. An evil grin spread across my face. “You’d only hate me if I did.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes slamming shut.

She squirmed on my fingers and I clenched my fist tighter in her hair, trying to hold back from losing it. I wanted to bury myself between her thighs and see if she was as unbelievable as she had been in my memories. Kissing her was better than I remembered; would sex be, too?

Would watching her come be even more spectacular? I needed to find out, so I focused. I drove my fingers inside and curled them to the spot she liked best, and Ruby jerked in my hold.

“Shit.” Her raspy curse was sexy as hell, and I kept at the spot, tapping it with my fingertips. She was up on her tiptoes, leaning back against the side of the pool, her breasts bobbing right at the surface of the water. She bucked and thrashed, sending waves away from us, and sometimes splashing me. But she didn’t notice. She was too far gone in the sensations.

Her bottom lip trembled and her hands urged me to go faster still. When she got right up to the edge of orgasm, I held my breath. Should I let her come, or should I draw it out longer? Once she had satisfaction, would she climb out of this pool and leave me?

Outwardly, I held it together, but inside I was shaking with need. Need for this woman, the only one who’d gotten close to being my future.