“What the hell is that?”
“Haven’t you ever seen the Ugly Truth?” I grin when she touches the underwear again.
“No,” she mumbles. “I’m assuming it’s a chick flick.”
Still grinning, I press the button again, and she bites her lip before looking back over at me.
“I reject the stipulations. Wearing this while you toy with me breaks our no torture rule.”
Laughing, I pull her back to her feet and start pushing her into the bathroom.
“You’ll eventually get relief, so it’s not torture. And if you reject the stipulations, I’ll set up new stipulations that you have to wear them for three weeks any time I say. You only get one veto, Ruby. You choose.”
She groans before going into the bathroom, and I try to get my damn cock to go down when the door closes behind her.
I wait a few minutes, and then I press the button. Immediately she lets out a surprised, high-pitched noise, proving she’s already wearing them, and I smile to myself.
“This sucks,” she grumbles.
Let the games begin.
***
CORBIN
Ruby shifts her eyes to me on occasion, as though she’s waiting on me to fucking rock her world right in front of everyone. I can’t stop grinning. Toying with her head and drawing out the suspense is so much better than simply hitting the button.
We’re all at the table, even though Ruby and I have already eaten. She never eats anywhere but at home or at her dad’s house. It’s too risky that someone might accidentally use the wrong ingredient. I ate with her, because I plan on my mouth being allowed on her body tonight.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
Jax Marshall is here, telling Dane in laughing spurts about the ass-whooping Britt served his defense trainer. Dane is groaning, covering his face with his hands, even though he’s already heard the story from Mav.
Britt’s wearing her Storm shirt, looking like she just stepped out of a comic book store, considering the amount of comic books beside her. I guess Dane is trying to distract her from her mission.
“Thanks for the invite,” Jax tells Allie, who smiles and nods before Wren pulls her down to his lap.
“Always welcome.”
Allie’s eyes move to Bella, and I realize why she invited Jax. But Bella seems more interested in blowing bubbles in Angel’s milk. Jax seems more interested in Ruby. Apparently he wants to die.
Rye and Brin are the only two not here tonight out of our group. Well, Ethan’s not here either, but that’s because he’s still in Chicago. I assume Rye didn’t want to feel the wrath of a pissed off Ruby.
Just as Bella and Angel walk off to show Carrie some new doll in Angel’s room, Maverick leans up on his elbows, staring down the table. “Corbin’s no longer my wingman. Want to hit a strip club with me tonight?” he asks Jax.
Ruby shifts her eyes to me briefly, questioningly, then returns her attention to Rain.
“I’m game for that. There’s a good one about thirty minutes outside of town.”
Ruby looks at me again, opening her mouth to speak, but then seems to change her mind. No idea why.
“Ruby was actually a stripper once,” Maverick tells every-fucking-body at the table.
Several pairs of eyes immediately swing toward Ruby, all of them looking at her in a way that will get them castrated.
“Really?” Jax asks, too damn intrigued for his own safety.
Ruby shrugs, and I see the smirk that doesn’t make my tension leave.
“Yeah,” she drawls, toying with him. “What can I say? I love sliding down… poles.”
Drinks are spewed, curses are uttered, drool forms… Fuck my life.
“It was either be a firefighter or strip. I’m afraid of fire,” she adds, just to torture everyone there and to tease the hell out of me.
“For how long?” Jax asks, clearing his throat as his eyes drop to her breasts that are showing too much cleavage for my comfort.
I can’t wait until we train tomorrow. He’ll be lucky to ever walk again.
“A day,” she says, laughing when everyone looks confused. “It was just a phase. I wouldn’t go totally nude, and I throat punched a guy for grabbing my ass. Turns out they fire you for that sort of thing.”
Worst. Day. Of. My. Life.
“Corbin spent all day at that strip club,” Maverick tells the group, being the ass he is.
I glare at him, which only earns me a wicked, taunting grin from him before he winks.
“He bought all my lap dances,” Ruby confirms, biting back a grin. “And lectured me the entire day.”
My arms cross over my chest, and I might be holding back the urge to strangle her. Seems to be the norm for me these days.
“Never pictured you as a prude,” Jax says, eyeing me like he’s fishing for information.
I don’t know why he’s fishing. He and Maverick already reeled in all the info I’m sharing.