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Chapter Eleven

Dean

I walk into the kitchen the following morning to find Cameron railing Ruby against the refrigerator.

Her silk robe is pooled on the ground, their mugs of coffee still steaming on the table.

She has her thighs open wide for his ferocious drives, his face buried in her neck where he grunts, grunts, grunts, his balls smacking off her ass with every sharp upthrust.

I’m pleased to find I’m not jealous. On the contrary.

I’m fucking grateful to Ruby for servicing my best friend, the way she serviced me in the middle of the night when I dragged her on top of me and speared my cock up between her legs, rolling her over, pressing her ankles up to her ears and dominating her while Cameron watched, half asleep.

I’m in awe. I’m obsessed with her. I’m…let’s face it, in love with her.

Which is an excruciating feeling when I know this morning is goodbye.

But at least I’m not jealous of Cameron. We’re both simply resentful of time.

I pour myself my own mug of coffee, leaving it black, then I lean against the counter and watch them fuck, Ruby’s thighs flexed so she can hit the maximum impact of his cock, riding that juicy pussy up to the tip, before cramming herself full again with a sexy sob.

Before long, I’m stiff as a board, and all I can see is that puckered back entrance.

My focus narrows down to the way it tightens when she impales herself and I grow desperate to experience that pulsing squeeze around my shaft.

I set down my coffee and stride quickly to Ruby’s bedroom, banking on what I’m going to find in her suitcase.

And sure enough, my wife packed us a small bottle of lubricant.

“Thank you, Polly,” I mutter for the hundredth time in three days, making my way back to the kitchen where Cameron is still going for broke between Ruby’s thighs, their animalistic groans causing me to swell even more, my balls throbbing with anticipation.

I walk up beside Ruby, and it’s like she senses me without opening her eyes, turning her head to accept my tongue in her mouth, my fingers finding their way between her thighs to rub her clit while Cameron pounds up, up, up into her blissfully tight fuck hole.

“How’s our girl this morning, Cam?”

“Perfect as ever,” he pants, sweat dappling his face. “Too fucking perfect to let me last longer than five or ten goddamn minutes.”

“How much time do you have left?”

“Not long,” he says, wincing over whatever trick she’s performing between her legs, probably gripping him like a vise. “Oh. Fuck . I’ll hand her over in a minute.”

“Actually, I was thinking we could test her out with both of us at once.” Ruby must like the sounds of this, because she throws her head back against the refrigerator with a desperate cry. “Look at that. You want two cocks at the same time, don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes.” She surges forward and kisses Cameron hard on the mouth, before bestowing me the same gift. “Please, I want to feel you both.”

“Our angel gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” Cameron says raggedly, pulling her off the fridge and pressing her back to my bare chest. “What is that in your hand?”

“Something that’s going to help her take me to the root,” I rasp in her ear, already lubing up my dick in my palm. “You going to do that for Daddy, Ruby?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathes, tilting her head to the left so I can suck her neck, my fisted cock rubbing back and forth against her untouched hole.

And miracle of miracles, I’m able to sink inside that almost unbearably narrow passage while she whimpers and squirms, her juices and lube greasing my path to full insertion.

Cameron and I meet eyes over her blonde head, awestruck, our cocks occupying her to both of our hilts, adding intense pressure to the front and back channels that make up Ruby’s pussy and ass, her feet several inches off the floor. Duly impaled.

“Dear God,” Cameron chokes, flexing his hips. “I don’t even know if I can move without coming.”

“Me either.” I pulse like a son of a bitch. “I’ve got one thrust in me.”

“Same. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“If only my wife knew how hard I’ve been nutting for this goddamn beauty…”

The front door of the beach house opens, two sets of footsteps walking in the direction of the kitchen.

Ruby gasps and begins to wiggle around between us, and the sensation is a shocking sensual impact neither one of us can withstand.

Cameron and I start to fuck Ruby like twin beasts, right as our wives walk into the kitchen.

We’re snarling and biting and pounding her with no quarter, her petite body jostling around between us, her own pleasure undeniable, evidenced by her breathy sobs of our names.

It's hard to feel an ounce of shame when I’m on the verge of a monster climax.

Not even when I look Polly right in the eye and give Ruby a final savage drive, grinding into her extra-tight back entrance…

and flood it for everything I’m worth, my ragged growls colliding with Cameron’s cursing tirade.

He’s going off like a bomb, too, our come splattering on the floor under Ruby’s dangling legs, which shake like she’s on the top of a washing machine during the spin cycle, her peak hitting her in a tidal wave, curving her spine as she screams.

I manage to pull out and catch her against my body, Cameron holding her up from the other side, kissing her forehead while I stroke her hair, whispering the praise she needs and deserves.

Cameron and I lock eyes over Ruby’s blonde head and exchange a nod, both of us even managing to smile a little in our drowsy, mega-satisfied state.

“Well, hot damn,” Polly murmurs. “It worked.”

Polly’s voice jolts Ruby and she scrambles for her robe, putting it on and tying it quickly.

Cameron and I do the same, drawing up boxers that were hastily pushed down in a rush to get inside the heaven that is Ruby Lang.

My chest is starting to fill with pain, though, the more it dawns on me that…

this is over. Polly and Molly’s arrival signals the end of our three days with Ruby.

And I’m beginning to feel sick, my temples pounding.

Cameron is in the same shape, his face losing color by the second.

Still, we go to greet our wives, for whom we have very different feelings.

Positive ones. Lasting ones. Just different

I kiss Polly on the cheek and give her a hug, noting that she’s a lot less tense than usual. Even after what she just witnessed.

“You two certainly look relaxed,” Molly remarks with a laugh. “Ruby, however, looks exhausted. Did these men even let you sleep, Ruby?”

“Off and on,” Ruby says, smiling, but still catching her breath. “Have you ladies been enjoying your vacation, too?”

Polly and Molly trade an inscrutable look. “Enjoying?” Molly’s lips twitch. “That’s one way to put it.”

Molly bats her friend’s arm. “Looks like amends have been made, hmm, men?”

Cameron and I trade an eyeroll, but we’re smiling. Or trying to smile, anyway. It’s not easy to feign happiness when I want to bring Ruby to bed and snuggle up for a nap. Cameron’s fists are clenched with the restraint it’s taking not to reach for her, too.

“Yeah,” Cameron says, clearing his throat. “We’re good now.”

“That’s…” Polly blows out a breath. “That’s amazing news. Ruby, you’re a miracle worker.”

“They’re the ones who worked it out. I was just a bystander.”

“You’re being modest,” Molly says, folding her arms. A beat passes while the wives observe us, the three of us standing as close as we can possibly get without touching.

“Polly and I have been wondering something, Ruby. About Sip and Flip. Don’t you think it’s a business model that would work better in the Northeast?

Those cozy tea nooks and your moody aesthetic would pair well with Connecticut, wouldn’t you say? ”

Ruby in Connecticut?

Just like that, my heart is racing.

What’s going on here?

“Well…” Ruby hedges. “I’ve often thought the store’s vibe doesn’t really fit into the sunny California coastal scene, but…that’s where I built the shop. Moving it would be…”

“Easy,” Polly interjects. “With all of us to help you. And lots of money, of course.”

“Did we mention we have lots of money?” Molly says, batting her eyelashes.

Cameron’s chest is rising and falling. “What’s going on here? What are you two proposing?”

“We’re proposing that Ruby move to Connecticut and bring her adorable bookstore.” Molly shimmies her shoulders. “We like our new friend and want to keep her.”

“And…” Polly’s eyes are beginning to sparkle. “We’re guessing you boys want to keep her, as well. To put it mildly.”

Too good to be true, a voice whispers in the back of my head. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. We have a three-bedroom guest house on the property. I don’t see any reason why Ruby can’t stay there, so you can both visit her easily.

” Molly looks at Ruby with a raised eyebrow.

“If that’s what she wants, of course. If she wants us to pay her for the last three days and walk away, we’ll do that, too. A deal is a deal.”

Ruby is nonplussed, a lot like me and Cameron. “I…I don’t understand,” she whispers. “You would want to bring me into your marriages permanently?”

“I’m sure it’s very confusing, Ruby,” Polly says, pink creeping into her complexion. “Let me see if we can spell it out for you.”

My jaw drops when Polly leans over and plants a soft kiss on Molly’s lips, before deepening the contact with a low sound, both pulling back from the kiss appearing dazed.

And deliriously happy.

“Holy shit,” Cameron chokes, sending me a shocked glance.

“Holy shit is right,” I stammer. “How…long?”

“We denied it for a long time, but…” Molly shrugs a shoulder, looking pointedly at Ruby. “You could say this vacation was eye opening for a lot of reasons. And we don’t want to deny what makes us happy anymore. We don’t want that for our husbands, either.”

“We do, however, live in blue-blooded Connecticut with children to think about, so appearances must be kept. For now.” Polly chews her lip, while twining her fingers together with Molly’s. “As long as we can all be discreet, I don’t see why this arrangement can’t be a beautiful thing.”

I’m having a hard time filling my lungs with oxygen.

Ruby Lang. Living on my property. Never having to let her go.

On top of the shock of finding out my wife is clearly in love with her best friend, I’m flooded with relief and joy so immense, it almost knocks me down.

Cameron is reeling, too, looking like a pauper who just won the lottery.

Ruby’s expression is uncertain, though. Of course it is.

We’re asking her to move her entire life for us.

“Can the three of us speak privately?” I ask, herding a shell-shocked Ruby toward the sliding glass door. “Outside on the deck.”

“Agreed,” Cameron says. “We need to talk.”

A moment later, the three of us are standing in the sunshine, ocean waves crashing down below.

“Ruby, look at us,” I say urgently, tilting her face up and noting the trepidation there.

“I know you never wanted to be in a relationship, but we’ll do this on your terms, baby.

If you only want to see us once a week, I’ll suffer through that, because—”

“The alternative is never seeing you.” Cameron rakes a hand through his hair. “Christ, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.”

“We’re in love with you, Ruby.” Jesus. My heart feels like it’s bleeding inside my fucking chest. “We have been since college.”

Cameron presses his mouth to her temple. “We love you, angel.”

“Be with us. Finally, finally be with us.”

For several, torturous seconds, she says nothing, until finally, her blue eyes flood with moisture, tears dripping down her cheeks as she blinks up at us. “W-we don’t have to say goodbye?”

“No,” I say firmly, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. “The three of us were never meant to say goodbye.”

“Good thing,” she whispers, pressing her damp cheek to my chest, tugging Cameron in behind her for a three-way embrace. “Because I think I avoided relationships, because I couldn’t have one with you. My men. I love you both, too. So much.”

I heave a sound, Cameron’s eyes closing like a man who has finally found peace.

“You’ll come to Connecticut, baby?” I rasp.

“If my men are there,” she whispers. “That’s where I belong.”