Why doesn’t he realize I’m going to be so embarrassed going out there to be with his family again? I should have realized this before we stripped, but we both had other things on our minds. I meet his gaze and tell him, “You’re a dick,” as I stomp off toward the ladders and without looking at him, I climb down, praying there isn’t anyone waiting down there. If they look up, they’ll get an eyeful.
We’re alone so when he drops to the floor in front of me, I carry on, “How can you not realize how embarrassing this is for me? I love being with you and the minute you touch me I have a habit of forgetting everything, and now I’m going to be so embarrassed going out there and seeing your family again, and your mom…Oh. Oh. I can’t do this. I can’t go out there. You need to take me home…”
“Babe, calm down. There isn’t anything to be worked up about. Mom’s caught Michael and Sebastian with their girls, and they still show their faces around here. Just be glad it was Sebastian who came to find us. As for requesting a change of clothes, we always play a game of football after dinner so it’s a good enough excuse to get changed…and even if they know anything they won’t say anything in front of you…they’ll wait until I’m alone. So don’t sweat it.”
He’s a guy so I guess I should expect him not to get it. But fuck! I’ve no panties on with a sundress. This doesn’t get any more uncomfortable with his family being around.
“Stop biting your lip.”
“I’m not,” I reply releasing my lip from between my teeth. “I’m getting hungry so let’s just get this over with, and hopefully I won’t lose my appetite with nerves now that you’ve ravished me.
Ruben takes my hand in his, and kissing my knuckles he tugs me out of the barn only to come to an abrupt stop when we come face to face with Lucien.
Unexpected.
“Sabrina sent me out with these. She thought you might need them,” he looks between us and when we don’t make a move to grab the clothes, he asks, “Do you want them or not?”
“I want them.” I smile at him as I take the clothes. “Sorry. I was surprised that’s all. Tell Sabrina thank you.”
“Hmm. I’m sure you’ll get the chance to tell her yourself at dinner, which is five minutes away.” He turns and heads back toward the house.
“Thanks Lucien…for bringing these to me,” I shout to his retreating back.
“I’m not sure what’s wrong with him.”
Why are men so clueless half the time? “Sabrina is what’s wrong with him. She’s really starting to get to him,” I point out and watch as the light bulb goes off in his head.
“Ah, so you think he’s coming around to the idea of Sabrina?” Ruben questions, sounding hopeful. “I hope he is. I hate seeing my brother so alone.”
I walk back into the barn. “Let me quickly get these on. I hope they fit.”
“They will. She’s about your size…Need any help?”
“No. You stay right where you are.” I chuckle and feel relief that I’m going to have a bit more protection between me and the public.
Chapter 25 ~ Ruben
Being at Kenza and not working feels strange. Although, if the truth-be-told I’m still working in my head—still keeping an eye on things. Spending my time wondering which fucker is screwing with my club. Rosie is a distraction though—a very nice distraction. Sabrina’s jeans fit Rosie like a glove and the shirt she’s wearing dips real low in the front. All through dinner at my parent’s ranch, my eyes kept wandering, which had amused snickers coming from my brothers.
Rosie is one hot, little firecracker, and right now I’m trying to stay in my seat as I watch her stop to talk to Hunter on her way back from the restroom. She tells me he’s just a friend, but I’m sure that if I weren’t around he’d have made a move on her. There’s no doubt in my mind as I watch her walk toward me with Hunters eyes on her ass. Look, because that’s all you’ll ever have.
“Hey, why the scowl?” She straddles my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “You feel good,” she whispers in my ear before biting down on my lobe.
She also knows how to distract me.
I grab her ass in my hands and bring her tightly against my constantly aching dick. “I don’t like Hunter staring at your ass,” I growl. “Your ass gives me all kinds of ideas. As it does any red blooded male, and I don’t like anyone else having the same thoughts about you that I do.”
“You having naughty thoughts about me?” She grinds against me.
“Always. Why do you think I’m constantly hard?”
She smirks. “Too much Viagra.”
My whole body freezes. Viagra! “What the fuck.” I pull back and look into her watering eyes. She’s laughing so much that tears are falling down her face.
“Sorry…” she laughs.
“You’re not sorry.”
“Okay, I’m not,” she hiccups. “It was worth it to see the expression on your face.”
“That wasn’t funny.”
“Yes it was,” Lucien thumps me on the back. With Rosie sitting in my lap—up close and personal to my cock—I’d forgotten my brothers and their girls are here with us.