Page 52 of Taming Her Temptations

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Levi

There are pluses and minuses to being into the same woman as my best friends. The plus is that I get to come home to see Ruby naked and writhing, about to orgasm, and then to my absolute fucking delight, get invited to join. The minus is that, just as I’m about to join the previously mentioned naked and writhing Ruby, Dean comes barreling in in a panic.

Dean practically pushes me out of the way and grabs Ruby’s face so she can do nothing but look at him straight in the eye.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a rough confidence.

Her eyes avert his, despite her face being forced in his direction.

“Ruby,” he pleads. “I had to play it cool. I wanted to take Steven outside and beat his ass down. But I thought you’d want me to play the long ga-.” He stops midsentence, scanning Ruby up and down and then looking to Asher, whose bare dick is still hard and wet and just waving hello at all of us. I thought I had it bad, but Asher was literally about to come and now we’ve both been interrupted.

“Wait,” Dean cocks his head. “What did I just walk in on?”

“Enough, enough, enough.” Ruby gets up. Even though I’m pretty sure she’s about to yell at us, damn, she looks hot right now. Her cheeks are flushed with lust and her hair is wild. She holds herself with authority even though her dress is gathered in a strip at her stomach while the rest of her is completely exposed.

“What the hell is this thing between us? I was just having really amazing sex with Asher,” she looks at Asher and he nods in agreement. I bite back my jealousy. She continues. “And then Levi walks in and Asher was like, oh here, why don’t you take over like we’re playing a damn Monopoly game?” She looks between me and Asher accusatorily.

“And then you,” she points at Dean, “rush back in here after a date with another woman.”

“It wasn’t a date. I was only meeting her to get information like you told me to do. Do you think I wouldn’t rather-”

Ruby lifts her hand to silence him, and he, to my great surprise, listens.

“Why are we all just acting like this is normal?” She raises her eyebrows at all of us. “Is this what you do? Just fuck whoever is nearby, and that happens to be me?”

“Rubes-” I start.

“No. Don’t you lie to me. I want the honest truth and nothing else. I am sick of being lied to.”

“Baby-” Asher tries.

“Nope, Asher.” He’s the dreaded recipient of the finger now. “You said that thing while we were having sex.”

I have no idea what he said, but I can only imagine. Asher has it hard for her. I mean, we all do. But Asher is the poet out of the three of us. He probably recited a damn soliloquy.

“And why would you say something like that, if you didn’t mean it,” she continues, and she’s about to go onto her next point when Dean lifts her like she weighs nothing and begins walking out of the solarium.

“What are you doing?” She hits him on the shoulder.

“You won’t listen to us,” Dean says with frustration. “So I’m going to show you.”

I grin and follow them, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

He hurries up the stairs to the second floor all while Ruby is thrashing her legs.

“This is ridiculous,” she hisses with an especially hard hit to Dean’s back. He doesn’t even flinch. “I know how to walk!”

He just continues, rounding the corner, and heads to the second door on the left.

When he steps through, he sets her on her feet.

She looks around the bedroom, first pissed off and then confused.

Stepping along the perimeter of the room, her hand brushes over a small iron statue of a young ballerina about to leap. She recognizes it, of course, because it’s of her. Her dad did a series of them when she was little. Asher spotted them when he was over there helping him out around the house and he bought it immediately.

She looks back up at us.

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