“Good, because I like saying it. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Now, answer the question, please.”
She gives me a timid nod, like she’s embarrassed about it.
I can’t have that.
I grip her chin gently and force her to look me in the eyes. “I will stop all of this right now if you’re uncomfortable. I never want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to do. I’ll go to bed right now and be happy as a clam I had the privilege of kissing you. So, you tell me right now, do you want to stop?”
Mikey’s eyes search mine. For what? I don’t have a clue. “I don’t want to stop,” she says in a heated whisper.
“Then we won’t stop. Are you going to be sweet for me and answer my question?”
Her cheeks flush even redder. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, my pussy is wet.”
“Fuck, yeah, it is. Thank you for telling me.” I crash my lips against hers again. It’s been too long since I felt them, even if it’s only been a few minutes.
Mikey matches my urgency, her arms looping around my shoulders as she gingerly settles herself more on my lap. My cock is trapped between my stomach and her covered pussy, and the friction of her squirming is going to make me come in my pants.
“Can I taste you, Mikelle?” I murmur against her lips. “Can I worship you the way you deserve? Show you how fucking incredible I find you and your delectable body?”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to, but goddamn do I want to. I’ve been dying to know how you taste.”
“Well—”
Knock, knock, knock.
The front door swings open, and Ruby waltzes in with her arms full. Mikey scrambles off my lap like we’re two teenagers caught making out. I miss the weight of her. I miss her warmth.
Ruby and I will be having a long conversation about boundaries.
“Hey, you two! Oh, you already had dinner. Well, I guess you can have this lasagna another time.” She sets down the glass dish on the counter.
I adjust my cock so it’s tucked into the waistband of my pajama pants, hopefully making my erection less noticeable. Mikey’s eyes track the movement, widening slightly.
Yeah, sweetheart. This is all for you.
“Ruby, what are you doing here?” I stand, making my way to the kitchen, motioning for Mikey to follow.
“I figured you’d need dinner since you have a guest. Oh! And I figured you might not have clothes, Mikey, so I stopped by my friend Stella’s and grabbed some from her.” Ruby’s eyes scanMikey’s body before she gives me an unimpressed look. “Really, Saint? You’re making her wear your smelly man clothes?”
“I don’t smell! I wash them, and I shower, thank you very much. I didn’t think to ask anyone else for clothes.”
Ruby scoffs and turns her attention to Mikey, handing her a hot pink reusable grocery bag. “Stell and you are about the same size, but she’s a few inches shorter. I’d have given you some of my clothes, but this guy took all the height before I was born, so I’m much more vertically challenged.”
I snort. Ruby is barely five-foot-two. Mom was only five-foot-four and had no idea where I got my height from.
If looks could kill, Ruby’s glare full of daggers would end me. “Anywho, I also thought I’d stop by to see if you need any help with prep for tomorrow. Didn’t know if you’d need your toga ironed or croissants folded.”
My little sister is a fucking menace.
“Toga?” Mikey asks, her eyes bouncing between us.
Ruby’s lips twist in a sinister grin. “Oh, Saint hasn’t told you about our town’s lovely tradition?”
