Page 73 of Holding You
Before they even touch my hand—or well, two hands because I need both to hold them—it’s my turn to be a deer in headlights.
The kids run past me, shouting apologies as I stand frozen at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the kitchen in front of me andtrying not to glance down at the not one but two vibrators in my hands.
Two.
She has two vibrators.
Ruby Asher.
And they are in my hands.
What the fuck kind of toys did those kids think these were?
I’ve failed somewhere.
What the fuck?
Ruby’s going to kill me.
Against my better judgment, I glance down at the purple one. It has ribbed edges.
I’ll be honest. This is my first time holding a dildo, and I jumped right in with two.
Am I obsessing over the fact that there are two? Yes, yes, I fucking am. Ruby Asher isn’t as innocent as I thought she was.
And I’m not supposed to think of her this way.
Ever.
Fuck.
These days I can’t seem to stop.
I hold the purple one up; clearly, a little bravery has appeared.
I observe each side of it.
It must be a manual one, as I don’t see any buttons.
And how big is this thing? How far does she … no, no, I cannot think like this about her.
The other night was bad enough. I’ll never get the image of her on my lap or the softness of her skin under my fingers out of my head.
I can’t be thinking of her like this now.
She’s helping me by letting us live with her, and I’d have to deal with not one, not two, but three of her brothers as it was made perfectly clear at the gym today. And the kids. The kidsare our priority. How would it affect them if this didn’t work out?
I let the hand with the purple vibrator drop as I glance at the other one.
Fun.
The blue one plays with her clit, too.
The image of Ruby lying on her bed using both of these at the same time stirs my cock to life. I can see her using the purple one, while the other vibrates against her?—
“What are you doing?”
I spin, the blue dildo dropping from my hand.
