How is that possible?
“You have to be fucking kidding me,” I groan.
“Corbin.” Ruby’s voice fills the bathroom as I awkwardly thrust my dick toward the spray of the water, punishing it for being a psycho off a leash.
“Not now,” I growl.
The doors aren’t transparent, since they have some weird frosted glass, but I’m sure she can still see my silhouette and what I’m trying to do.
“Really need to explain to you what’s happening.”
“Oh yeah? You suddenly an expert on the male anatomy?”
“Well, yeah, but I’ve been an expert for a while. Not that you would know. You missed that opportunity.”
Stupid mind games. “Ruby,” I groan.
“Sorry. Sorry,” she says quickly, and I can actually feel her grimace. “Habit. Um… I actually meant I know what’s going on with you right now. You drank my dad’s beer, and… well, Wanda had put Viagra in it. So… Um… Yeah.”
The blood in my veins goes cold, and very slowly I turn toward the shower door. Oh hell no.
Not bothering to turn the shower off, I open the door to see her standing and leaning against the bathroom door. Her eyes widen and fall right to the point of all my pain as I step out and grab a towel, wiping the water off me in angry, jerky movements.
“Viagra?” I growl.
“When the hell did you get a magic cross?” she asks absently, her eyes still fixed on my cock.
“Stop staring, Ruby. It only makes it hurt worse.”
Her eyes snap back up to mine, and she swallows hard. “Sorry. Um… When did you get that done?”
“You really think this is time to talk about my fucking dick piercings? This shit can be harmful if it lasts for too long!”
She has the grace to look regretful and embarrassed as her cheeks flush, but it only makes things a lot more painful. Ruby doesn’t fucking blush. Ever. Hell, I’ve often wondered if she was unable to have that reaction. She’s ballsy and doesn’t understand shame.
But she’s blushing right now, and she’s squirming.
Motherfucker—now the pain is unbearable.
She’s about to throat punch me, but I really don’t give a damn at the moment.
“I need you to get on the bed,” I tell her as she stumbles backwards in surprise.
I start walking out, clenching and unclenching my fists, doing anything to try to get my blood to circulate anywhere other than where it is.
No such luck.
All I want to do is push her down, spread her legs, and find relief… Before punishing her for this the rest of the night.
“What?” she asks with a grin. “Hell no.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, smiling again as she keeps her eyes on mine and not on my piercings.
“I’m in pain, Ruby. You can take my fucking pulse through my cock!”
“Then I’ll take you to Silk. That’s one of your hunting grounds, right?” Like I don’t notice the bitter way she spits those words out.
She doesn’t want me with someone else any more than I want to be with someone else. She’s just too damn stubborn to admit it aloud.
“I’m not fucking some random girl. Help me. Please.”
I’m trying to remain calm, but every breath is more labored. She doesn’t realize it, but I’m seriously on the verge of panicking.
She rolls her eyes, but the humor sparks in her blues once more. “Then I’ll take you to the hospital,” she says, sounding way too damn amused at this moment of crisis.
I swallow painfully at that thought. I’ve been around the medical profession enough to know what they’ll do. They’ll try meds first, but… No way in hell is a needle going near my shit if the meds don’t work. And they won’t let me leave once I’m there. Not until the problem is… solved.
“No. It has to be you. I fucking triple dare you.”
Her expression would be comical under normal circumstances.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious. And you can’t deny a triple dare. Now get the hell on the bed and help me!”
CHAPTER 14
RUBY
A triple dare? A freaking triple dare?
The one and only time Corbin Sterling decides I’m suddenly good enough to have sex with is when he’s literally in desperate need of it, and I’m the only warm body around.
Well, that’s not true. Bo is just down the hall.
I’d kill him, and he knows that.
We are so fucked up.
“This breaks the rules we have in place,” I remind him, hoping to override his triple dare with the reminder our friendship could hang in the balance.
“You broke the rules already. You triple dared me to kiss you. Please, Ruby. It’s a triple dare, and either you help me, or you hand over that stupid box. You really willing to do that?”
I glare at him, but the naked bastard glares back. I will not let my eyes drop down to that very impressive, much-too-hard… What was I saying?