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Lexi was right, as usual. So, these days, I just let her go through the routine, the hair-pulling, the grumbling. I wait until she’s ready to speak.
“I’m going to stay with Junie for a few days.” That’s my aunt, mom’s sister. “I thought you should know that’s why I won’t be around. Living together while we get this divorce sorted is just not viable. Since your dad is determined to stay here while you’re on break, I just… I don’t see any other choice.”
I nod, not letting her see any emotion at all. It’s probably toxic as all heck, hiding the pain that tightens in me, but I know Mom. If I tell her, “Dad’s staying because he wants to spend time with me. Don’t you?” she’ll get all dramatic. We’ll have to have a long talk. It’ll turn into an ordeal.
“Is that okay?” she asks quietly.
“I understand,” I tell her. “It’s a difficult situation.”
Mom touches my arm. “I’m sorry, Ruby. I love you.”
Finally, I let myself collapse into her. Despite everything, she’s still my mom. “I love you too.”
Once she’s gone, I check my phone quickly, but Luca hasn’t replied.
CHAPTER 4
Luca
Oh, okay. Sitting at my desk in the city, I glance at my phone, rereading her text. A savage note in me roars that she wanted me to ask for a favor. What am I going to do? Tell a woman who was violated to tear her shirt off, show me those big round tits, send me a video of her massaging her young, tight…
Fuck. I need to focus on work. Since taking over the day-to-day of the business, I’ve thrown myself into it. I won’t let Elio or Dad down, but I can’t think. My mind is full of the meeting I arranged later with Dad and Elio so I can talk about this congressman’s son situation. Even more distracting, I keep seeing Ruby. Her cheeks flushed. Her plump ass tempting me in those sweatpants.
I grit my teeth, struggling to think, struggling to…
Then I don’t think. Quickly rising to my feet, I almost run to the other side of the office. Elio was pretty spartan when he was running things. I had a sauna room installed, along with a small gym. That way, in between intense work sessions, I can get some recovery or exercise in.
I lock the door behind me. I’m panting like an animal. I can hear myself, my hungry breaths.
Sitting on one of the recliner chairs, I close my eyes and remember what she looked like as she read out her number, staring up at me with her hair across one side of her face. I imagine smoothing her hair, leaning down, and kissing her passionately. Kissing her and then grabbing her thick hips.
I pull my pants down, letting my cock spring free. Precome is already leaking down my cock. As I stroke in real life, I let the fantasy take shape. Now, we’re alone, and I’m peeling off her sweatpants inch by inch to reveal her curvy thickness.
She gasps when I press my hand against her core. The shyness is still in her eyes when I start fingering her. Fuck. I’m sure I can feel her slit and how tight she is, how eager for her so-called Good Samaritan to bring her to an orgasm. Then the fantasy shifts again, and I imagine her bent over, showing me that big, round ass.
I sink my hands into her hips, and the fantasy flits. Now I’m inside her, hammering her hard. I’m fucking her so hard, and she’s creaming thick white blobs of pleasure down my dick. The cream slides up my cock and onto her ass. I spread it over her cheeks, making her glisten for me as I take her like a beast.
“I’ll do anything,” she moans in my mind. “Any. Thing. Luca.”
“Don’t say that…”
“Anything,” I imagine her moaning.
Suddenly, I slip my finger into her ass. The image is so dirty. I can only stroke my hand up and down a couple more times, imagining the tightness of her, the gasping sound she’d make if I did this to her, and then, then…
“Fuck,” I grunt as a hot stream of come explodes out of me and all over my stomach. “Oh, fuck.”
Once it’s all over, it feels wrong somehow. I’m no monk, but thinking about using Ruby like that doesn’t feel right. She deserves better than for me to bend her over savagely and indulge all my darkest fantasies. Even sitting here with come on my stomach, I’m already getting hard again just thinking about her.
After cleaning up, I stubbornly focus on work, counting the seconds until it’s time to see Dad and Elio.
“This… is… between… you… boys,” Dad says, talking slowly as he sits in the corner of his home office in his wheelchair. “Whatever you decide, you have my blessing.”
