Yvonne released Ruby’s hand, but Ruby knew it was a signal to continue. She skated her fingertip over Yvonne’s tiny, hidden clit, coaxing a soft gasp from her. She circled it gently until she felt Yvonne quiver against her.
She eased off, sliding her fingers down to the other woman’s hot, throbbing entrance. Yvonne arched against Ruby’s hand, urging her on. Ruby entered her with a finger, then another, stroking, curling, delving.
Yvonne exhaled sharply, rocking back against Ruby. She grabbed on to Ruby’s waist, her breaths growing heavier and deeper. Still blindfolded, Ruby felt Yvonne’s lips against her neck, then Yvonne’s teeth against her shoulder, biting into her.
Suddenly, Yvonne’s arms and thighs locked around Ruby, a near silent cry erupting from her as an orgasm overtook her. She pulsed around Ruby’s fingers, gripping and releasing, until finally, she stiffened, then fell back against the pillows.
Ruby kissed her way up Yvonne’s chest and neck. Yvonne let out a murmur, her hands on Ruby’s cheeks, pushing the blindfold from Ruby’s eyes. As she blinked against the lamplight, Ruby took in the sight of Yvonne’s nude body. It hadn’t escaped Ruby’s notice that Yvonne had never stripped down before her, had never borne it all to Ruby, until now. Every inch of Yvonne’s skin was as smooth as porcelain, all her curves perfectly round. Her nipples were a rosy brown that made Ruby want to kiss them again.
But before Ruby had the chance, Yvonne tossed the blindfold aside and let out a long breath. “Now I really am exhausted.” She drew Ruby close. “Let’s get some sleep.”
Ruby nodded, then planted a soft kiss on Yvonne’s lips, before turning onto her side and curling into the hollow made by her Mistress’s body.
As she lay in the dark, pressed against Yvonne, Ruby’s mind drifted back to their earlier conversation, which Yvonne had conveniently interrupted. Why was Yvonne so worried about Ruby meeting her family?
How bad could they be?
Chapter 19
Yvonne and Ruby pulled up in front of Yvonne’s family home. Yvonne parked the car next to her brother’s obnoxious red Ferrari. She’d opted to drive them herself rather than hiring a car service in the hope that she’d find it relaxing. It hadn’t helped her relax one bit.
She got out of the car and opened the trunk. As she grabbed their overnight bags, Ruby appeared beside her.
“We’ve got this, Yvonne,” she said. “Everything is going to be fine. We’ve got this.”
Yvonne shut the trunk. “Let’s get this over with.”
They headed to the door. Yvonne unlocked it. She was always surprised that her key still worked. As they entered the house, a butler took their coats and overnight bags. Yvonne instructed him to take their things to her bedroom, breezing past him before he could insist on escorting them to the sitting room like they were guests. Yvonne wasn’t a guest. This had been her home since she was born, long before her father had married her stepmother. Although Alice owned it now, Yvonne wasn’t going to let her stepmother treat her like she wasn’t part of the family.
They reached the sitting room where Nicholas and her stepmother were waiting. The blonde-haired woman rose gracefully from her chair, greeting them with outspread arms.
“Yvonne, good to see you.” She gave Yvonne a half-hearted hug before kissing the air next to her cheek.
“Hello, Alice,” Yvonne replied. She nodded in her brother’s direction. He hadn’t bothered to get up. “Nicholas.”
“Yvonne.” He shot Ruby a smile. “We meet again, Ruby.”
Before Ruby could respond, Alice turned her attention to her. “So, you’re Ruby.” Alice gave her the same awkward hug and kiss she’d given Yvonne. “It’s lovely to meet you. Why don’t you both have a seat? Dinner will be ready soon. Would you like something to drink?”
As Alice called for refreshments, Yvonne couldn’t help but feel like something was off. It wasn’t that Alice was being polite and friendly. Alice was always polite at first before the backhanded comments started.
“So,” Alice began. “It’s true. You’re really married.”
“That’s right,” Yvonne said.
“Well, it’s a bit late, but congratulations. I hear it was something of a spontaneous event?”
“Yes, it was.” Yvonne didn’t elaborate.
“Now, Yvonne, don’t be short with me.” Alice crossed her ankles and folded her hands neatly in her lap. “I want to know the details. How did the two of you meet? When did you decide to get married?”
Yvonne sighed. Here we go again.
But before she could speak, Ruby put her hand on Yvonne’s knee and gave her a look that said, let me handle this.
Yvonne gave her an almost imperceptible nod and sat back. Ruby began telling the story of how they’d ‘met’ years ago, with Yvonne adding the occasional detail. Madison’s wedding had proved that Ruby was much more convincing when it came to telling people about their ‘marriage.’ She had a knack for it.
“Then, we both realized we wanted to be together for good,” Ruby said. “So we thought, why wait? And that’s how we ended up in a chapel in Vegas saying our vows in front of an Elvis impersonator.” Somehow, Ruby made the story sound charming.
Alice gave her a wide smile. “Isn’t that lovely? I’m so happy for you.”
Yvonne held back a frown. That was it? No questions? No judgment? Usually, Alice didn’t hold back her criticism of Yvonne. This was a woman who, when Yvonne was growing up, had insisted that the family get two sets of family photos taken, one with all four of them and one without Yvonne. Why was Alice being civil and polite now? And Nicholas hadn’t said anything at all. Why wasn’t he trying to poke holes in her story?
Was Yvonne being unfair to them both? After all, Yvonne wasn’t exactly objective when it came to Alice or Nicholas, for a number of reasons. Their treatment of Yvonne as a child.
