The Gift That Keeps On Giving Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Novella, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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And deliriously happy.

“Holy shit,” Cameron chokes, sending me a shocked glance.

“Holy shit is right,” I stammer. “How…long?”

“We denied it for a long time, but…” Molly shrugs a shoulder, looking pointedly at Ruby. “You could say this vacation was eye opening for a lot of reasons. And we don’t want to deny what makes us happy anymore. We don’t want that for our husbands, either.”

“We do, however, live in blue-blooded Connecticut with children to think about, so appearances must be kept. For now.” Polly chews her lip, while twining her fingers together with Molly’s. “As long as we can all be discreet, I don’t see why this arrangement can’t be a beautiful thing.”

I’m having a hard time filling my lungs with oxygen. Ruby Lang. Living on my property. Never having to let her go. On top of the shock of finding out my wife is clearly in love with her best friend, I’m flooded with relief and joy so immense, it almost knocks me down. Cameron is reeling, too, looking like a pauper who just won the lottery.

Ruby’s expression is uncertain, though. Of course it is.

We’re asking her to move her entire life for us.

“Can the three of us speak privately?” I ask, herding a shell-shocked Ruby toward the sliding glass door. “Outside on the deck.”

“Agreed,” Cameron says. “We need to talk.”

A moment later, the three of us are standing in the sunshine, ocean waves crashing down below. “Ruby, look at us,” I say urgently, tilting her face up and noting the trepidation there. “I know you never wanted to be in a relationship, but we’ll do this on your terms, baby. If you only want to see us once a week, I’ll suffer through that, because—”

“The alternative is never seeing you.” Cameron rakes a hand through his hair. “Christ, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.”

“We’re in love with you, Ruby.” Jesus. My heart feels like it’s bleeding inside my fucking chest. “We have been since college.”

Cameron presses his mouth to her temple. “We love you, angel.”

“Be with us. Finally, finally be with us.”

For several, torturous seconds, she says nothing, until finally, her blue eyes flood with moisture, tears dripping down her cheeks as she blinks up at us. “W-we don’t have to say goodbye?”

“No,” I say firmly, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. “The three of us were never meant to say goodbye.”

“Good thing,” she whispers, pressing her damp cheek to my chest, tugging Cameron in behind her for a three-way embrace. “Because I think I avoided relationships, because I couldn’t have one with you. My men. I love you both, too. So much.”

I heave a sound, Cameron’s eyes closing like a man who has finally found peace.

“You’ll come to Connecticut, baby?” I rasp.

“If my men are there,” she whispers. “That’s where I belong.”

Epilogue

Three Years Later

Cameron

When the electronic gate rolls open and I see that Dean’s Maserati is already parked in Ruby’s driveway, I shake my head and laugh. This man has to commute to New York for work every morning, but somehow, he still manages to beat me here on Friday nights.

I pull my SUV into the circular driveway and cut the engine, looking up at the five-thousand-square-foot home where Ruby lives. At the start of our new lives together, she lived in the guest house on Polly and Dean’s property, but as the kids started to get older and more cognizant of their surroundings, we moved her into a much bigger place. She protested the size and opulence of the house, but we weren’t taking no for an answer.

This home might be considered grand, but it’s still less than what she deserves.

This house is a pittance when she should have the entire world at her feet.

Ruby Lang, love of our lives. Song of our souls. Keeper of the lust that dominates us both. Our mutual obsession. Our everything lives in this home. If it was possible to bring her the moon, that’s what we would do. Polly and Molly are blissfully happy, too, spending their afternoons in one another’s arms while the kids are at school. They even have girls’ nights out with Ruby once in a while. On those nights, we wait here impatiently for our wives to drop our mistress back off with a wine buzz and we tear into her like dogs, usually on the floor of the living room. Sometimes right here on the front lawn.

Needless to say, because we can’t go days on end without seeing her, we bring Ruby on vacations with our family, usually putting her up in a nearby hotel where Dean and I take frequent daily visits, not only making love to her, but making sure our angel is being pampered within an inch of her life.

We will never get used to her, Dean and me.

We’re hornier for Ruby now than we were in college, which is saying something, considering we were hard for her 24/7 in those days…and the fervor only increases.


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