Her eyebrow curved into an arch. “What did you do?”
I shifted in my seat. My dick was unable to downshift around Ruby, even when talking about Sharon. “She wanted more. I did not.”
“Come on, there’s a helluva lot more to your story.”
“Yeah, but that’s as far as I’m going to tell it.” When she opened her mouth to object, I added, “We said we’d be honest, and I have been. I did not agree to full discovery.”
She shrugged. “Guess you should have chosen the sex, then, counselor.” Her expression was firm. “So, this woman was one of the three since me.”
I knew exactly where her line of questioning was going to go, because if the roles were reversed, I would have done the same. “If that’s a question, it feels rhetorical.” I didn’t have high hopes of being able to derail her. One of the many things I’d admired about Ruby was her tenacity. But I could try, or at least stall her. “And your number is? You never actually answered me.”
Pink highlighted the apples of her cheeks. It was rare, but cute when I could make her blush. A filthy freak hid beneath her deceptive, good girl front. Shit, she was beautiful.
Ruby didn’t answer, and my suspicion grew as she rose to her feet, her determined gaze fixed on mine. My pulse kicked when she stood between my parted legs and bent over to set her palms on my knees.
“I know what you’re doing,” I said.
She folded one knee under herself, then the other, so she was kneeling before me. Her hands glided up over the suit pants covering my thighs. Her tone faked innocence. “What am I doing?”
Any chance of losing my erection died as her hands stroked me through the fabric. I didn’t stop her as she inched her way toward my belt. Everything inside was humming with anticipation as she tugged the leather end free. I reached for her, tracing fingertips over her cheekbone, and curled my hand to cup her face. I swiped my thumb over her lips and pressed down softly, stilling the tremble there.
As my thumb brushed away, I demanded her answer with one word. “Ruby.”
Her eyes were so big and clear as she sighed. “Three point five.”
My mind was chaos. Which did I focus on first? The fact that her number was similar to mine, or the bizarre point five? “What?”
She used the distraction to drop my zipper and tug open the fly of my pants. This time, my cock was only sheathed from her touch by my thin boxers, and the heat of her palm was searing. Jesus, don’t stop.
I exhaled as she drew down the waistband of my boxers, so only the head of my dick was exposed. I stopped breathing as she leaned forward. Her soft tongue swiped over the sensitive underside, toying with the ridge at the tip, and I jerked in response. It felt so good, just her feather-light caress.
Yet my brain wouldn’t be quiet and let me enjoy. “What constitutes as half of a fuck?”
Ruby sat back on her heels and took her mouth away from me. Why couldn’t I keep mine shut? I didn’t want her to stop. The memories of her lips wrapped around me were awesome, but I didn’t want memories right now. I needed the real fucking thing.
Her hands were still on my thighs, but she turned her gaze away and stared blankly at the floor. “He had whiskey dick. Neither of us came, and it lasted all of thirty seconds.”
Oh.
“I wouldn’t even count that one, then.” Without thought, my hand was in her hair, turning her gaze back to me. I didn’t like it when she broke our connection. “Who was Whiskey Dick, besides being a fucking idiot?”
Because drinking too much and ruining her night was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard. But I wasn’t sure why I’d asked. Did I really want to know? Did I want to think about her with other guys?
“I don’t remember. I was pretty loaded, too.” She made a face. “It was the first time after . . . I don’t want to talk about it.” She leaned forward, and her hot breath rolled over my exposed, damp skin. “I’d rather suck your cock.”
She wanted to deflect, and my lips threatened a smile. “You’ll get no objection from me.”
The tip of her pink tongue traced patterns on the head of my dick, and with her hair pulled back, I could watch every sexy lick. The muscles in my thighs contracted against the waves of pleasure. I still had one hand resting on the back of her head, and balled my other into a fist to prevent myself from doing something foolish, because I was throbbing and hungry.
She worked the waistband lower, easing it over my hips until all of me was available to her. Just the brush of her fingers was enough sensation to feel goddamn amazing, and I clenched my jaw.
It was impossible to hold back. “Fuck, get that hot mouth on me.”
She lifted her head—and then she fucking grinned. Was she aware she was the sexiest thing ever? I was about to tell her, but her lips descended on me and sucked my words away.
Motherfucking shit, it felt so good. Hot silk poured over my flesh, and tightened until it was snug. Ruby’s fingers dug gently into the meaty parts of my thighs, stabilizing herself as she began to move. Was my cock sinking deeper into her mouth with every pass? Because it sure the hell seemed like it.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she retracted my dick from her mouth and wrapped her fingers around the base, gripping me tightly. “I’ve missed this—”