All my doubts are gone. Even if I’m not the right man for her — even if deep down I feel like I don’t deserve to be her first — it’s my bed that she’s in.
I lean in. I kiss her softly but hungrily, her legs around my hips. I nuzzle my cock against her drenched pussy, using it to spread her juices up to her clit. She’s achingly warm against the tip of my cock, her heat spreading through me like fire.
I can’t tease her for long before I’m back at her entrance, ready to sink into her. I rest my forehead against hers and slowly ease in, sliding inside one millimeter at a time. It takes all my strength and all my self-control not to hilt myself in a single thrust, but I force myself to go slowly.
Ruby’s breathing grows ragged. I can feel her muscles tense as she stretches around my thick cock, her hand clawing against my back, and I move my lips to her cheek, dropping quick, tender kisses.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I whisper.
“Don’t stop,” she responds.
“Not a chance of that,” I promise.
She’s impossibly tight, her body stretching around me, her pussy muscles fluttering and clenching as they let me in. It’s intoxicating, mesmerizing, and I watch her face as I enter her for the first time, reading the combination of pleasure and pain there.
Finally, I’m fully inside her, completely sheathed in Ruby. Her eyes are closed and she’s gasping, panting for breath below me, her hands tracing patterns on her back. I pause, my face against hers.
I take a moment, just drinking in the perfection of the moment. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life. I’ve never felt the way I feel right now, like my soul itself is finally satisfied. Like right here, right now is exactly where I’m supposed to be and nothing else matters.
I kiss Ruby softly on the lips.
“I love you,” I tell her.
She opens her beautiful, brilliant eyes. They’re hazy with pleasure and lust, but she smiles.
“I love you too,” she says softly, her voice husky.
Then she bucks her hips up, asking me to keep moving, my cock rocking inside her. We both moan together as I hit all her pleasure spots and her whole body shudders with pleasure.
It’s incredible. I start thrusting into her, softly and gently at first. I’m afraid to hurt her, but Ruby is insistent, almost desperate, clawing my back and locking her legs around me, drawing me in hard and deep with every single stroke.
I move faster, harder. She quivers around me, nothing at all between us, skin to skin. I clench my eyes shut as Ruby moans for more, her body under mine demanding my everything.
I give it to her. The springs in the bed protest but we don’t stop. She’s got my head in both hands and I can feel the bright red ribbons she’s raised on my back, but I pump into her again and again, as hard and deep as I possibly can.
I know I can’t last much longer, but I grit my teeth together and force myself not to come first. At the very least, I owe her that.
Finally, she clamps her legs around me, pulling me in and down, and moans something I can’t understand.
“Like that?” I ask, thrusting into her so hard and deep that she’s nearly pushed to the edge of the bed.
Ruby swallows hard.
“Come inside me,” she moans.
I bite her neck, her pussy muscles spasming and clamping down around me, seconds from climax.
“Please,” she goes on. “I want to feel you —”
She doesn’t finish the sentence because she’s coming and it’s fucking glorious, clenching and fluttering around my cock, squeezing me like a fist. Ruby throws her head back, one pillow gripped in her fist as she shouts, the word incomprehensible.
I don’t stop. I give her what she wants, what she needs, make her whole body shake and shiver with the force of it. She comes in wave after wave, gasping and moaning, my name mixed in with the other sounds she’s making.
Finally she opens her eyes, and even though they’re unfocused and hazy, she looks at me.
“Jax,” she whispers, just as her pussy clenches again.
I explode. I drive into her as deep and hard as I can, cock jerking again and again as I spill myself into her, giving her my all. I come so hard I half-wonder if I’ve broken myself, and I’m moaning her name into her ear, her small body wrapped tightly in my arms.
Even after I finish, I keep rocking into her. I don’t want to leave — not ever — and I keep her under me, her face against her neck, savoring this perfect, beautiful moment.
After a long, long time I kiss her and then pull out. We’ve gone sideways on the bed, and instead of moving I just grab the pillows and push them under our heads, pulling Ruby’s warm body up against mine. Even though it’s cold outside we’ve heated up the bedroom properly.
Ruby kisses my shoulder, the two of us tangled together, halfway on our sides. She’s playing softly with my chest hair, swirling it around one finger, rippling shivers extending through my body from her fingertip.
“You like that?” I ask, my voice still raspy.
Ruby laughs quietly, her eyes sparkling.
“You really have to ask?” she says.
I grin down at her.
“I thought it couldn’t hurt,” I say. “Always nice to hear when you’ve done a good job.”
Her cheeks go faintly pink and she bites her lip, but she’s smiling. Maybe someday I’ll get her to talk dirty without blushing, but not today.
“I liked it a lot,” she says, mock-seriously.
“Good.”
She pushes herself up on one elbow, looking down at me, a light in her eyes. I raise one eyebrow, but she’s already pushing me onto my back.
I let her climb on top of me, her perfect body bathed in the glow of the window.
“In fact, how soon can we do it again?” she asks, straddling my hips.
My cock twitches.
“I think you might have broken me with that first time,” I tease.
“Really?” Ruby says wickedly, tilting her head to one side. “I had some ideas…”
I’m back at full mast almost instantly, and Ruby grins.
“I love you,” I say. “And I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you.”
Her face gets pink again.
“I love you too,” she says quickly. “And, good.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ruby
Six Months Later
I turn the doorknob of the RV and open the door very, very slowly. I swore up and down that I wouldn’t peek — and, most importantly, that I wouldn’t let Jax catch a glimpse of me — but I can’t help myself.
I’m peeking.
But the door is at the wrong angle — it’s facing away from the direction of the little clearing in the grove, so if I want to get a sneak peek of anything, I have to step down and look around the door.
I do it, careful not to let my foot on the pine needle covered forest floor make any noise, but it’s worth it. I can barely see them through the tall, wide pine trees, but there he is.
My future husband.
Future being in about ninety minutes.
Just the sight of him takes my breath away. He’s the most dressed up I’ve ever seen him, in a dark blue suit with an electric blue tie that matches his eyes. The boutonnière pinned to his lapel matches the soft pink bouquet that’s sitting on the tiny kitchen table of the RV, and he’s sort of wandering around the clearing, chatting with a few of his old buddies from the military, his only wedding guests.
“Ruby!” a voice hisses from inside the RV.
Guiltily, I hop back up the steps and let the door slam shut.
Mia’s standing right there, her arms crossed over her chest in mock sternness.
“You promised,” she says.
I just smile and shrug at her, and her face softens instantly.
“Some promises are meant to be broken?”
“Did he see you?”
“I don’t think so,” I say. “He didn’t look over here, at least.”
“Good,” she says, nodding once. “Because your Grandma Flo might have both our heads if his face when he does isn’t captured on camera.”
Mia’s my maid of honor, the only of my college friends who I invited to my wedding. I feel like she’s the only one who really understands why I’m doing this — getting married at twenty-one instead of hooking up with an endless procession of guys — and she’s the only one who doesn’t think I’m weird for it.
I know it’s not the norm, but is that so bad?
She pauses a beat, glancing out the window behind my head.
“I didn’t see Elias,” I offer.
Mia blushes bright red.
“Who?” she asks, pushing her hair behind her ear, trying to play it cool.
I just laugh.
“He’s single,” I offer. “I know you were wondering.”
“Ruby! Oh, my God, you didn’t—"
“Chill, I asked Jax,” I tell her. “He’s sworn to secrecy.”
“Listen, Ruby, I swear, I wouldn’t — at your wedding, I mean, that’s—”
“Wouldn’t what?” I ask, still laughing. “Perv on my hot husband’s cute best man?”
She just blushes harder.
“I’m not perving,” she says. “I just, you know. Had some thoughts. Is it time for you to get dressed yet? It’s probably time for you to get dressed.”
Mia whirls around and goes into the RV’s tiny bedroom to retrieve my wedding dress.