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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She returned all of it. Every last piece.

“She didn’t agree to this,” I say, shaking my head. “Not a chance.”

“Quit talking like you know her so well,” Dean growls.

“I do,” I respond, rounding on him. “I…did.”

“You wanted to know her even better,” he steps closer and says under his breath. For my ears alone. “Remember that afternoon when you took it too far? Don’t make me remind you.”

Fire climbs the back of my neck and I shove him hard in the chest. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? I saw what you almost got away with.” He looks past me, to Ruby, and I can see the lust building in his eyes. The way it always did. “She deserved better than you.”

“Better than me? At least she and I have the arts in common. You were just a knuckle-dragging football player. Still are. You just wear a suit now, instead of a uniform.”

He scoffs. “You wish you could have worn a uniform—”

“Enough!” Polly steps between us, placing a palm on both of our chests. “Thank you for both proving our point. You have some unresolved issues with Ruby. She has kindly agreed to let you work them out over the next few days, so we can all move on and live in peace. As friends, like we used to be.”

“Why would she do this?” I ask, still drowning in a sea of shock.

My wife is putting me up in a house for three days with Ruby Lang?

“Why else would she do this, dear?” Molly responds, rubbing her thumb and index finger together. “Because she needs cash. Good thing we have that in abundance, right?”

“Think of her as a gift,” Polly says, shrugging. “A shared gift.”

“I don’t know,” Dean says, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t trust this whole thing. Seems like a trick.”

“We anticipated that,” Molly says, taking her phone out and hitting record. She moves to stand beside Polly and they both smile into the camera. “We, Polly Carmichael and Molly Jones, do hereby give our husbands permission to engage in consensual adult activities, including but not limited to sexual intercourse, with Ruby Lang for the duration of three days.”

Still filming, they wave to Ruby, gesturing for her to come closer.

Chewing her lip a moment, our former tutor does what they ask, stepping down off the deck and crossing the sand, her long hair blowing in the ocean breeze, her sugary-sweet scent that I remember so well filling my nostrils. The wind tosses the pleated hem of her dress around her tan thighs, plastering the garment to the same body that kept me permanently horny for the final semester of my senior year.

Now it’s my turn to untuck my shirt to cover my erection.

“Ruby, give each of our husbands a welcome kiss. We’re going to film you, just for our private records, so they won’t worry we’re going to extort them later.”

Kiss Ruby Lang?

I was never given the chance. It’s going to happen…now? In front of my wife?

“Are you sure about this?” Dean asks Polly.

“Yes. We’re both totally sure.” Polly brushes a hand down Ruby’s hair, then lower, trailing her hand down to Ruby’s bottom, tracing the tight curve. “If anything, we commend both of you for having excellent taste.”

Dean and I are frozen after watching Polly touch Ruby’s beautiful ass.

If he’s in any similar state to me, he’s trying not to unload in his pants.

“I’ll go first,” Dean rasps, taking Ruby’s wrist.

“Fuck that,” I say automatically, shouldering myself between them. “Let her choose.”

“I can’t,” Ruby whispers, blinking her cornflower blue eyes up at me. “Don’t make me pick between the two of you, Cameron. Everything we do together has to be fair or these three days will be for nothing.”

Oh God, just hearing her say my name is causing my entire body to pulse. Memories are rushing back to me in a stampede. And as always, I am plagued by the instinct to take her in my arms and shield her from the world. “So, it’s true. You agreed to do this?”

She nods, whispering, “Yes.”

“Just because you need the money?”

Dean comes up behind Ruby, sliding his hands around her waist, smoothing them down over her hips. Tugging her back into his body, while I step forward to keep her close, leaving our once-tutor sandwiched between us.

“Or have you always wondered what it would have felt like to give in?” Dean asks.

Ruby’s head falls back against Dean’s chest. “I’ve wondered,” she says, so lightly, the breeze almost carries her words away before I can hear them.

Reel from them.

“Good lord, their chemistry…” Polly murmurs, awed. “How about this? Just so we don’t have any fighting, me and Molly get to decide who gets to kiss her first? We’ll plan out the whole three days, in fact. That way, we’ll avoid any arguments about fairness.”


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