Jesus, this girl set me on fire in so many ways.
I was just about to tell her that when she lowered herself and took me completely inside of her. A shiver ripped through her, her pussy convulsing, and again I was left speechless. Suddenly she was moving over me, her hips grinding, swiveling, and I gripped her hips tight, watching where we were joined.
Un-fucking-believable.
Nothing had ever felt this damn good. The way her body accepted me, hugged me tightly, it all drove me mad. Almost like Ruby was creating just for me. The way we moved together, so in sync. The perfect rhythm, my toes curling from the pleasure of her tightness gripping my cock.
“You feel so good.” Her words were slightly growly as she picked up speed. I concentrated on her face, watching as it morphed from concentration to want, and finally extreme pleasurable ecstasy. The tremble as she once again ignited and rode out her orgasm, it was so erotic.
Her movements began to slow, her arms wrapping around my neck, her forehead resting next to mine.
In that moment the rush was over, our movements continuing like a perfectly oiled machine. But something shifted, the hungry from moments ago, it had been satisfied―this, it was more.
With one hand on her hip, I lifted the other and pushed her hair back from her face, cupping the back of her neck. Arching my neck, I found her lips and we got lost in a slow, sensual kiss, our tongues moving together slowly, much like the movements of our hips.
There was no rush, only feeling.
My chest felt tight, Ruby was rocking my world and I didn’t even think she was aware just how much.
“Ruby.” I whispered her name and slowly she opened her eyes, seeking out my own. There was something so serious in her eyes, and I knew without a doubt she was completely aware of what was taking place between us. This was so much more than sex, this was a turning point for us.
That moment of clarity.
“I love you, beautiful.” A glossiness filled her eyes and I kissed her softly. “You’ve got me feeling all kinds of shit I never thought possible but one thing I know without a doubt is that I am in love with you.” Her lower lip trembled against my own. “So in love.” I knew she needed a moment to recover, never was it my intention to make her cry, but I understood. It had been a long time since she felt like someone truly loved her. I’d give her all the time she needed but one thing was true, I wasn’t going anywhere. Ruby had me. I adored this woman, and I knew that it wasn’t going to fade. I felt like I couldn’t breathe without her.
I needed Ruby just as much as she needed me. Actually, probably more. She gave me hope. She gave me purpose.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ruby
My heart was full. I was happy, who knew?
Lately I’d been thinking more about my mother than usual. Remembering her laughter, her smile, she was such a beautiful person. But I was also remembering all the sad times too, the ones that even as a little girl I’d pick up on, seeing her stare off at nothing, tears in her eyes.
I’d be afraid to ask her what was wrong, but now, being older I knew.
My father was heartless, still is. He squashed her joy for years and it made me hate him even more. She deserved to live, she deserved to laugh and smile, and hell, even dance in the rain. Who cares if people though she was crazy for doing so, damn it, she should have had that choice.
“What are you thinking about?” My body jerked as Darcy sat down with me at the table and placed a coffee before me. The warm Florida sun beat down on my bare shoulders, something I’d rarely felt. My father never approved of tank tops, or even strapless shirts. Those were all versions of what he thought made a woman look easy.
Thing was, his floozy wore less clothing than a stripper, but that was okay.
“Ruby?”
“I’m good.” Lifting my coffee, I took a sip. I could tell she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push.
“So, I met a guy.” She smiled so big, trying to hide it with her cup but it was impossible. “He’s a little older but sweet and—”
“Wait, how much older?”
“Twenty-five.” Okay, not so bad. “He works with my cousin and he has a three-year-old son he has custody of. A crazy ex―I’m talking something out of the twilight zone―but he is amazing. The way he is with Matty.”
It was the first time in months that I’d seen Darcy not so moody. Something changed in her when I started dating Jay, I still think it was jealousy, but I’d never throw that at her. After all, I got one of the good ones and she’d chosen to fall for the guy in the house who refused settle down. Who’d have thought that Isaac would be the male whore of the fraternity, he was always so chilled and collected. Now I knew different, I’d been at the house enough to notice. That man had a revolving door and there was always a new face sneaking out of his room night after night.
“I’m happy for you.” I was. I’d missed my friend.
For the next hour I heard about all the sweet things she’d been doing with Cooper and Matty. Never imagined Darcy to be happy with a night in, sharing a pizza and watching Paw Patrol, but the way her eyes lit up while talking about it told me she’d changed. My friend was in love.
Leaning back in my chair, I enjoyed story after story, and at one point I saw her
