My husband watches me thoughtfully, his gaze full of affection. A small smile curves his mouth, and then he lifts the goblet of wine in front of him. "To bringing down my keffing mother."
"Hear, hear," Kaspar says, raising his glass. Adiron lets out a whoop and does the same. Mathiras raises his into the air with a nod and a watchful look at my husband.
Lord va'Rin simply chuckles and then lifts his glass. "To taking out my sister."
97
STRAIK
Ruth is cool and calm through dinner, listening more than talking as we discuss plans to move forward. The va Sithai brothers are going to take their ship and leave a few days before us, do some reconnaissance, and then we'll all meet again at Jerrok's scrap station. Meanwhile, we'll be visiting one of my mother's vacation houses on a distant moon to see if she's left any clues at her many homes she never visits. Mother never likes to leave Homeworld, and I thought it was because she refused to miss society events. Now I wonder if there's a more sinister reason.
Ruth remains quiet as the dinner party breaks up and we head to our quarters. The moment we're outside the large, ornate doors to our chambers, my wife runs her hands all over me. "You weren't hurt and hiding it, right? You'd tell me if you were?"
"Hurt? Why would I be hurt?"
"You said you visited that Crulden guy. Alice mentioned him earlier and said he was bad news." Her hands flutter down my abdomen and then over the legs of my trou, and my cock stiffens in response to the proximity of her hands. "If he hurt you, I'll kick his ass from here to Sunday—"
I capture her hands in mine. "Whatever you do, avoid Crulden. Trust me on that. Do not go anywhere near him."
"I don't plan on it." She wriggles out of my grasp and then flings her arms around my neck, her legs winding around my waist. I catch her as she plasters herself against me, my hands cupping her ass. "I missed you."
I groan. "Kef me, I missed you, too."
She knots her fingers in my shorn hair—a look that made my uncle pause. He'd said nothing—too well-bred for that—but I could tell he was surprised. When she pulls me in for a kiss, I switch it up on her and bite her lower lip. Ruth moans, shuddering against me, and her hips rock against mine.
I turn us, pressing her against the wall so I can grind my cock against the cradle of her cunt. "You did miss me, didn't you?"
"So bad," she pants. "We have to stay together, always. I'm needy like that."
"I like you needy," I whisper against her lips, pressing her harder against the wall for support. I free one hand and tear at her skirts, flinging them up so I can rub my fingers through the folds of her pretty cunt. I'm not entirely surprised to find that she's not wearing anything under the dress, and that she's wet and slippery for me. Ruth gasps and whimpers as I work her, pressing my thumb against her clit as I thrust into her with my fingers. She comes against my hand too quickly and then buries her face against my neck, panting as she comes down.
Once her breathing slows, Ruth lets out a chuckle. "Were we noisy? I think Ruthie's still in our room. We might have scarred my poor twin."
"Please." I nip at Ruth's soft, delicate earlobe. "She knows I'm insatiable for my wife."
"Now everyone knows," Ruth agrees, and her tone is happy. She wriggles against me as my hand slides away, pressing herself against the bulge of my cock. "Tell me, though. Are you good with this? Working with your uncle?"
"Don't much care as I'm with you," I admit, rocking her against my erection. We really should stop and head into our quarters, but she feels so good that I indulge for a little longer. "I find that all my choices pale in the face of making you happy."
"I want answers," she tells me, breathless. "Whatever happened to the OG Ruth. If nothing else, so we can bury what's left of her and stop them from doing this to other people."
"Good. That's what I want, too." I grimace. "Well, right now I want to be buried deep inside this amazing cunt of yours, but I want that, too."
She grins and grinds down against me, holding tight to my neck. "What do you think of your uncle?"
Ugh, do we have to talk about family when my cock is one thin layer of fabric away from being inside her glorious body? "He's fine. Decent, loving to his wife. Cares about others. Nothing like my mother."
Ruth laughs, her breath fanning against my neck. "What do you think about the station? And the va Sithai?"