Page 97 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
“Damn,” Walker mutters, leaning forward with a grin so wide it makes me blush. “I love that one. Can I answer too?”
I laugh, a little breathless. “Nope. This one’s all up to Ridge.”
He hasn’t moved. Just watches me. Heat blooming behind his eyes. Then he shifts slowly in his seat, turning until he’s fully facing me, knees brushing mine.
The closeness tightens something in my chest. I shouldn’t have asked. Not like this.
I made a mistake. A beautiful, terrible mistake.
The others are watching me, waiting for my reaction like it’s dessert.
Ridge leans in. One hand finds the back of the couch behind me.
“I’d tie your wrists to the headboard so you can’t stop me,” he growls in my ear, voice dragging over my spine like smoke and sin. “Spread you wide and feast like a starving man, slow at first, just to hear you beg. Then rough. Until you can’t remember your own name, only mine. And when your thighs are shaking and your voice is hoarse from screaming, I’d slide in deep and stay there. Let you feel just how long I’ve been dying to ruin you.”
My entire body flushes. A soft gasp escapes before I can stop it.
My legs press together instinctively, and I swear I hear Cash groan.
Walker runs a hand over his mouth, eyes locked on me like I’m the main course.
“Whatever he said,” Cash mutters, voice hoarse, “I second it. Hell, I’ll make it a group project.”
“I third it,” Walker says, eyes hungry.
I blink fast, trying to get my heart to slow down. It’s pointless. Ridge is still close, eyes locked on mine.
And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, this game just got dangerous. And I took it there…
The silence after Ridge’s whisper is obscene. My pulse is in my ears, my thighs pressed tighter.
He leans back, smug, unreadable, but Iseehim. Forall the times he’s pulled back, all that careful brooding… he’s just as hungry as the others. Maybe more. He watches me like he wants to consume every inch and leave nothing untouched. And I’m no better. Around them, my self-control slips like sand through fingers. Every brush, every look, sends my body spiraling toward something dangerous.
The kind of desire that doesn’t just burn; itignites.
“Well then,” Cash finally says, his voice thick. “It’s Sophia’s turn.”
I blink back to the present, struggling to remember what game we’re even playing. The living room feels too warm, the couch too soft beneath me, the air too heavy with their scents, with everything that just passed between us.
I clear my throat. “Fine. Here’s mine.” I let the words drip from my lips, teasing. “Rode hard and put up wet.”
Walker groans like he’s in pain. “Now that’s just cruel.”
“Means she’s had a real long day,” Ridge explains, still watching me with that molten gaze.
Cash grins. “Or a real long night. But I’ll bite. Was I close?”
“Not close enough,” I smirk, swirling the last of my drink. “It means someone looks worn out. Used up. Like they’ve been pushed too far and never given the rest they needed.”
Three sets of eyes are still locked on me. And theirony of that phrase hanging in the air doesn’t go unnoticed.
“So now…” I say, standing slowly, smoothing my hands over my thighs just todosomething. “I get to pick a dare.”
Cash sits forward like a kid at Christmas. “Please let it involve me and rope.”
Walker’s grin is feral. “Or licking. I vote for licking.”
Ridge just raises a brow, silent. Waiting.
