Page 23 of Taming Her Temptations

Ruby shakes her head no ever so slightly. Overwhelming lust is written all over her face, but also something else.

Fear.

I see it now. She’s scared shitless. I think back to last night. She’s only ever been with one man. And here we are, twice that, cowering over her and horny as fuck seeing her like this. A tug of tenderness moves through me. She’s always trying so hard to be stern and tough, but she’s scared. Life has been rough on her, and I don’t want to be.

I pace closer to her and lean down to take her face in my palm, bringing her big brown eyes to mine.

“Ruby” I say softly. “Where’s your room?”

“Uh,” she says, as if this is too hard of a question for her right now. She points behind her. “Over there.”

“We’re going to do this right.” I slip my arms under her and lift her up. She looks at me surprised as her lush dark hair falls back and I swing her up into my chest. I walk in the direction she pointed and kick open the already slightly ajar door.

Her room is a vestige of the young girl I imagined her to be. Her perfectly matching light pink furniture is spotless with no sign of clutter. It’s a stark contrast to the rest of their house. Her floral duvet is tucked in and fluffy decorative pillows are arranged neatly at the head of the bed. Of course, her bed is already made for the day.

She notices me looking around her room.

“I haven’t changed this room since I was about sixteen,” she winces.

“Don’t mind me.” I look down at her. “I was just trying to imagine what a goody-goody you were when you were younger.”

“I really was,” she smiles, even though she still looks nervous.

I place her on the bed.

“You would have hated us,” Dean steps from behind me and settles himself on the edge of her bed.

“Maybe,” she gets up on her elbows to look at us. “Or maybe you would have been just what I needed.”

My cock presses up against my boxers, seeing her like this on her bed. She’s braless under that ridiculous tank top and her nipples are hard. We might not have been there to give her what she needed when she was growing up, but I have some ideas as to what she needs now.

“We can still give you what you need,” I say low and meet her eyes.

She swallows, and I watch the skin on her delicate neck bob up and down.

I want to make her comfortable, but I also want her to come so fucking hard that she forgets to be self-conscious at all. Because that’s how good sex should make anyone feel. And she deserves to feel good.

“Show us how you were touching yourself,” I say.

She looks wide-eyed between the two of us. I’m sure Dean is barely holding himself back from tearing her shorts off and devouring her roughly. He’s never been a patient man.

“Let Dean take your shorts off, and then show us.”

Dean gets up on his knees on the bed and runs his hand along the flimsy cotton waistband of her shorts. He looks to her for approval and she nods. He tears the shorts down her legs in one quick motion and, like a damn miracle, there she is. Her pussy is completely bare and slick lines of her pleasure are already lining her lips.

“Who did you shave for?” Dean asks, and I hear the territorial edge to his voice.

I want to tell him to relax, that she doesn’t owe us an explanation. But the worst and most jealous part of me wins. I want to know, too.

She looks down, confused. “Oh,” she grins, looking at our expressions. “I got it all lasered off a long time ago. I used to be rich, remember?”

I laugh and the Dean’s voice sounds more like a grumble, but I can hear the laugh.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I say as I lift her head and shoulders onto my lap, needing to get a better view of her.

“Were you jealous?” She looks up at me, her brown eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Really fucking jealous for a moment.” I nod. “Now show us how you like to be touched, so we can only ever touch you just how you like it.”

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