Page 19 of Loving Her

The whole time, she thought about what she could possibly say to Ruby. When she’d broken off their intense make-out session last night, saying that they needed to talk today had been the only thing she could think to get out of her mouth.

The weight of Ruby’s full, warm breast in her palm, the sensation of stroking her pearl-hard nipple under her thumb… Sasha could still feel it now. If she hadn’t stopped, she’d know how Ruby’s pussy felt, how hot and wet it would be, how it would clench around her fingers. How much she craved it to press against her lips.

But she’d had to stop, for her own sanity. She just had no idea how to follow up her desperate declaration.

After forty-five minutes, Sasha knew she had taken all of the time she possibly could in the bathroom. More than was considerate, really, given that Ruby’s parents and a cousin were also on this floor of the house and would need their own time in here sooner rather than later. Sasha gathered up her belongings and scuttled off to Ruby’s bedroom.

Ruby was awake now, sitting up in the bed with her hair tousled and tumbling down around her shoulders. She’d pulled a blanket up to cover herself and was peering at Sasha nearsightedly from under her bangs, her expression faintly sheepish. “Good morning.”

“Hiya.” Sasha dropped her stuff on the desk chair in the corner and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Thirsty. I have a headache. My mouth tastes like I ate only cheese for three days straight.” Ruby smacked her mouth and made a face. “Next time I’m invited to a champagne bar, I’m declining.”

“I think it was the double tequila shot more than the champagne,” Sasha said lightly. “But I don’t think that avoiding champagne bars is a bad idea in general.”

“Right.” Ruby flashed her an adorable smile, then fell silent. The room was very, very quiet apart from the sound of cars in the street and a murmur of conversation coming from downstairs.

Ruby took a deep breath. “Sash?—”

“Do you want some coffee?” Sasha interrupted, as the idea occurred to her. “I can go get you a cup, you can shower, then we can… yeah.”

Before Ruby could answer, Sasha bolted out the door and downstairs. She was in the kitchen in the blink of an eye, greeted by an astonished look from Mama Elena, who were heads together over their own cups of coffee.

Elena broke the silence. “I didn’t expect to see any of you kids awake before noon. You’re the second one, I just sent Dom Junior downstairs with breakfast for the kiddies.”

“Well, you know, early birds and all that.” Sasha made herself smile as she headed towards the coffeemaker. “I thought I’d get Ruby a cup of coffee while she got ready for the day.”

“So thoughtful.” Elena beamed and exchanged a significant glance with Cecelia. “It’s nice to see my Ruby treated so well, by such a good woman.”

“She deserves the best,” Sasha replied honestly.

Elena’s smile broadened. “I agree. Listen, take her these.” She got up and pulled a bakery box out of a cabinet. “They’re her favorite, I got them special for her this morning. Aragostines.” Opening the box, she revealed two lobster tail-shaped pastries made out of thin sheets of dough. “They’re filled with pistachio butter. Oh, and I got you some too.” She retrieved a second box. “Ruby told me you’re allergic to tree nuts, so here’s some lemon custard ones. Gino at the bakery assured me that they have separate counters for their nut-free stuff and they clean all the time, I hope that’s all right.”

“Oh, wow.” Sasha blinked back emotional tears at Ruby remembering the allergy and making sure her mother was awareof it, at Elena sweetly finding an alternative and ensuring it was a safe one. She was reminded of her own mother, whom she hadn’t seen in far too long. Sasha swallowed. “Thank you so much.”

“Sweetheart, of course! Now, here, you’re gonna have your hands full, let me get you these coffees in travel mugs.” With expert speediness and the long experience of a mother of four, Elena pulled down two travel mugs and filled them with coffee, sugar, and milk. “I made yours like Ruby likes hers, I hope that’s all right.”

“It’s fine,” stammered Sasha, standing like a statue with her bakery boxes.

Elena moved around her, adjusting the boxes and tucking the handles of the travel mugs securely into Sasha’s hands. “Now, you be careful going upstairs, and bring those mugs back down for a refill. You got it?”

“I got it.” Maneuvering carefully, Sasha edged out of the kitchen and made her way up the stairs, focusing hard on her balance and on making sure she had each foot placed fully on the steps. At the top, she met Ruby coming out of the bathroom, to her relief. She hadn’t been sure how she was going to open the bedroom door, laden with treats as she was.

“What’s all this?” Ruby shoved the door open and held it as Sasha inched over to the desk to set everything down.

“Breakfast treats from Mama Elena,” Sasha announced, selecting one mug of coffee and the box of pistachio pastries. She handed them over to Ruby, who dropped everything in her hands on the floor and smiled like sunshine when she saw the bakery logo on the box.

“Gino’s! That means this is…” A gasp as she lifted the lid. “Pistachio aragostines,” she cooed. “Come to mama.”

Spellbound, Sasha watched as Ruby raised the flaky pastry to her lips and bit in, letting out a tiny groan that sent Sashaflashing back to the previous night with a blush. “God, these are my favorite ever,” Ruby mumbled through her mouthful. “Heavenly. Mmm.”

Desperately needing something to take her mind off of the noises Ruby was making, Sasha opened up her own box of Aragostines. A bite into her lemon custard one immediately had her understanding Ruby’s pure orgasmic joy. The pastry was perfectly flaky and crispy, with a good buttery bite under all the edges. The custard was rich and full of the delicate sunshine flavor of sweet Meyer lemons.

“Isn’t it so good?” Ruby asked, her eyes wide and hopeful as she finished her treat off. “Gino’s is the best.”

Sasha had never been a pastry chef, but right at this moment she was tempted to enroll in a course just so she could make these forever. Even the pistachio ones—she’d risk it all to make Ruby as happy as these pastries did. And, selfishly, to have this kind of celestially delicious goodness at her beck and call whenever she wanted it. “Amazing,” she breathed, going in for another bite.

Ruby sat down on the edge of the bed with her coffee. “I’m going to save my second one. I need caffeine now.” She took a sip. “So. Last night, you said we needed to talk?”

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