Chapter 8: Ruby
I moved like a sleepwalker as I led Andrew to my apartment over the garage. He spoke of the weather and the “quaintness” of the town, proving once and for all that he was no seer or psychic or else he would know to shut up. No, he was all normal.
“Don’t you think we should get back to the party?” He asked nervously as I locked the door behind us.
The party...Where Archer was going to tell the world that he was going to marry Melina...No... I don’t want to go back to the party.
I kicked off my heels and stood on the cool wooden floor. “Now why would you want to go back to the party?”
I walked over to him, looking up at him while trying not to see him at all. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair as I covered his lips with mine. He jumped under my touch, almost pulling away when our tongues touched, but I held him tight.
“I want you to make love to me,” I said when I finally released him.
“You heard me,” I said and hoped that he wouldn’t make me say it again. “I want you to make love to me. Right here. Right now.”
“Don’t you want me?” I asked as I stroked my own side.
Andrew blushed, “Of course I do. It’s just...Well...Are you sure?”
“Don’t talk,” I commanded as I took his hand and pulled him over toward my bed. “Take off your clothes.”
I turned away and eased one thin strap of my dress from my shoulder and then the other. I heard him behind me, removing his clothing in a frenzy. I slid out of my lace panties, giving him a brief glimpse of my moist fold as I bent over. He came up behind me as I straightened, rubbing his hands along my shoulders, and covering my back with sloppy wet kisses.
I turned to face him. Andrew took my hand and brought it up to his lips. It was like something out of a movie, romantic and... Stupid.
Archer would never do anything this ridiculous. He used to tease me, kissing me softly, licking the seam of my lip. He knew what he was doing.
I pushed Andrew down onto the bed. I climbed on top of him, straddling his naked body. His hands came up to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples roughly before I pushed his hands away.
What woman taught you how to do this?
“You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” I snapped.
I took one of his hands in mine. I closed my eyes as I sucked on his fingers. He groaned, squirming under me.
Imagine Archer...Archer’s body...Archer’s fingers...
I guided his wet fingers down, holding them against myself. I pushed them inside and then over my most tender spot until I was quivering with pleasure.
I kissed him long and deep, twirling my tongue over his. I moaned as I felt the release, trembling against his hand. I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
Archer...It’s Archer...It’s Archer...
I took his hand away, pinning it over his head as I eased myself onto his slippery shaft. He filled me slowly as I rocked against him, taking him in slowly. I ground against him as he bucked and pumped. I kept my eyes shut tight, lost in my own fantasy.
I heard him groaning, felt him trying to free his hands, but I held him down. The spasms overtook me, making me explode and come back together. I fell forward onto the sweaty body below me.
Don’t speak...Don’t speak...Don’t ruin it...
But it was over. It all became too real as Andrew rolled me over onto my back to finish in a groan. I felt his weight on top of me; his slender hips nestled between my legs, and his hair, less fine than Archer’s blond strands, tickling my cheek.
He kissed my cheek tenderly, “You’re crying.”
I touched my wet face. I hadn’t felt the tears. Was I crying for Archer? Was I crying for me?
Andrew stretched to kiss my forehead. “So it wasn’t just me. It was amazing for you too.” I brushed the tears away, but said nothing. How could he be so stupid?
He reached out and smoothed back my tousled hair, “I know this is crazy, but Ruby Malone, I think I’m in love with you.”
“You just met me,” I reminded him as I stared up at the ceiling. “We don’t even know each other.”
“I know,” he agreed, propping himself up on his elbow and looking down at me with a sappy grin. “But I’ve never felt this way before. I feel so close to you.”
“That’s sex, not love.”
“No,” he said. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “It’s love.” Oh Archer...What have I done?
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