Page 62 of From Wink to Kink

Too much. It is too much. Black spots fill my vision as I stiffen, the muscles in my neck becoming taut.

“Fuck, fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good squeezing my cock,” I say as I grind into her, seating myself as deep as I can go. My breath halts and my body jerks as I come.

Ruby runs her hands up and down my chest. Finally, my body sags against hers. I relish the feel of her skin against mine as we catch our breath. I move to the side of her and we rest for what seems like an hour.

“What do you say we go take a shower, Ruby?”

“Okay,” says weakly.

“I’m never going to get enough of you,” I whisper as I plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “And Ruby?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to fuck you again.”

Hours later, whispered words of affection fill the air. It's not perfect, and there are some awkward fumbling, moments of shy laughter, but it's real. It's us.

Afterwards, as we lie tangled together, Ruby's head on my chest and my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back, I feel a new kind of contentment. This thing between us, whatever it is, feels like the start of something great.

"Hey, Ruby?" I murmur.

"Hmm?"

"I'm really glad we accidentally ended up at a swingers resort together."

She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. "I bet you are, you nut."

"Yeah," I agree, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But you like me anyway."

"God help me," she sighs dramatically, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "I do."

As I hold her, I can't help but think how funny it is that good things come from unexpected places. And Ruby Brooks? She might be the best unexpected thing that's happened to me in a long time.

30

RUBY

I wakeup wrapped in Chuck's arms, memories of our sexy time flooding back. For a moment, I allow myself to bask in the warmth of his embrace, the contentment of just being here with him.

Then reality comes crashing in. What am I doing? This isn't me. I don't have passionate nights with gorgeous hockey players. I don't fall for guys after knowing them for just a few days.

As I carefully extract myself from his arms, trying not to wake him, I can't help but start analyzing every interaction we've had. The way he laughed at my jokes during dinner—was that genuine, or was he just being polite? When he held my hand during that ridiculous trust fall exercise, did it mean something to him, or was it just part of the activity?

By the time he wakes up, I've worked myself into a frenzy of doubt.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmurs, reaching for me.

I move out of his reach, suddenly feeling exposed in more ways than one. "Hey," I reply, my voice coming out more clippedthan I intend. "We should get ready. There's another workshop this morning."

Chuck's brow furrows, clearly confused by my abrupt manner. "Okay... everything alright?"

"Fine," I say, not meeting his eyes. "Just... let's not be late."

As we make our way to the workshop, an uncomfortable silence hangs between us. I can feel Chuck's concerned glances, but I can't bring myself to address them. I'm too busy building walls, protecting myself from the inevitable heartbreak that's sure to come when he realizes that, when it comes down to it, I'm not the kind of girl he wants.

The workshop, it turns out, is another couples' trust-building exercise. Because of course it is. The instructor explains that we'll be pairing up with someone we don't know to share something personal.

"This exercise is all about opening up, about being vulnerable with a stranger," the leader, Sunshine, chirps. "What a beautiful way to build trust and connection!"

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