“Would this make it better?” Fletcher slips his large hand under my skirt and up my thigh, his fingers brushing my damp panties because, of course, they’re damp. Every time I’m around Fletcher, I have the same reaction. I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed all the times I’ve had to excuse myself during work and run up to my apartment and change into a fresh pair of panties.
“Yes.” I sigh as his finger slides inside of me, not caring that there are people only a few feet away from us. I trust Fletcher to keep me safe.
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Fletcher
Ruby exhales and shiftsher hips, pressing into my touch. With a nudge, I slip a finger into her tight heat, pumping slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed as my thumb rubs lazy circles over her clit. She leans her head against the mirrored wall behind her, closing her eyes with a soft moan.
She’s so damn beautiful like this, her deep auburn hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back, her eyes fluttering closed. She’s so lost in her pleasure that it wouldn’t take much to unbuckle my pants and slide my cock into her hot, wet pussy. Slipping a second finger inside her, I watch as she arches her back, her body silently begging for more.
A movement in the mirror catches my eye as I notice Dean walking toward us. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I shake my head, telling him without words not to come any closer. There’s no way I’m going to let him see Ruby like this.
He gets the message, but not before grumbling that at least most of the horny mountain men take their women to his office for some privacy, not out here in the open for anyone to see. That’s what snaps me back to reality.
The first time Ruby comes by my hand, it’s not going to be in a bar, full of people, especially since I don’t know how loud she is when she comes. Plus, as much as my body is protecting her from prying eyes, we still look pretty suspicious with me standing over her like this.
With one last pump of my fingers in her tight hole, I pull my hand back, placing her panties back into position and straightening her short skirt.
“What are you doing?” She opens her lust-clouded eyes, confusion written all over her face. “Why did you stop?”
The truth is on the tip of my tongue, but I take the coward's way out and say, “It’s getting late. We should be getting home. We have a big day tomorrow.” She gives me a hopeful smile, and I realize she thinks I’ve invited her to my house. “You need to get back to your apartment, and I need to get back to my cabin.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re right.” The disappointment on her face almost makes me change my mind and throw her over my shoulder like a caveman, taking her back to my cabin to ravish. I lift the fingers that were just inside her to my mouth and lick her pleasure off the lucky digits. She watches in fascination as I make sure to lick every last drop of her from my fingers.
“I hate to break up whatever it is that’s happening here, but you guys need to take a look at this.” I step back, letting Lainey shoulder her way between Ruby and me. “Rue posted about your special cookies, and now everyone wants them. You’ve gone viral. A ton of people plan to drive to Temptation Ridge tomorrow just to buy some of these cookies.” Lainey holds her phone in front of us, replaying the reel over and over. Rue holds a cookie that looks like a peeled banana, but if you look closer, it’s actually a dick. Then there’s a cookie decorated like a bouquet of dicks. In fact, most of the cookies are shaped like dicks in one way or another. Esme and Dean are both standing by, waiting for my reaction.
A thousand thoughts run through my head.
What are we going to do tomorrow when all those people show up, and we don’t have any of the dick cookies?
What was Ruby thinking when she made and started selling those cookies?
Or better yet, what was Rue thinking by posting that to her social media account?
“Is this the special order Rue picked up today?” I’m not mad at Ruby. I’ve told her numerous times she can experiment and make whatever she wants. I just didn’t think they would be cartoon dick cookies.
“I’m sorry, Fletcher. I’ll stay up all night making and decorating a ton of cookies.”
“We’ll help.” Lainey and Esme offer.
“It’s not that, Ruby. We don’t have enough ovens or baking ingredients to make the number of cookies we need for the number of people who plan to show up tomorrow.” Then an idea hits me. “Where’s Warren?” His brother Wilder is dating Aspen, who is friends with the ladies from the bakery. Maybe they can help.
“He took Marigold home. She was slightly drunk.” Esme gives me an apologetic look.
“Damn it. There has to be something we can do.” I grip the back of my neck, my eyes sliding back to Lainey’s phone that is now playing Rue’s reel on a loop.
“We can call Rue. She knows Junie, Autumn, and Icelyn from the bakery.” Ruby pulls her phone from her purse, dials Rue’s number, and puts it on speaker. “Hey, Rue, it’s Ruby.”
“Are you calling because you saw my post? It’s awesome how many people liked it?”
“Not exactly, Rue. We don’t have the equipment or supplies to make that many cookies, let alone the manpower.”
“Oh my gosh, Ruby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about that. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Actually, can you get a hold of Junie, Autumn, or Icelyn and see if they’ll let us borrow their kitchen and some baking supplies? We’ll pay them.”
“Sure. I’ll call them right now.” Ruby ends the call and agrees to meet Rue at the bakery in thirty minutes.
