Page 16 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
I should have walked right back out the door when I saw them. But, no, I’d pressed my back against the wall and watched. Like a creepy voyeur getting her kicks. Why had I stayed to watch that?
The girl hadn’t even known I was there. All I saw was the back of her blonde head, Ridge’s big hand palming it,guidingit, while his eyes stayed locked on mine, lids at half-mast. He’d mouthed my name when he came insidehermouth, his eyes drifting shut as his body shuddered with his release.
And I’d hated him so much for that. For mouthing my name when another girl was on her knees for him. For making me replay it in my head when I was in the shower, and I’d slide my fingers inside my pussy and imagine it was his cock slamming into me. Thrusting. Harder and harder. Until I’d fall apart and blink my eyes open to find myself alone and feeling dirty for allowing him to enter my mind.
Ridge McCallister was such an asshole. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.
So, why would I offer to tutor the school’s biggest man-whore? Maybe because of what Delaney said about him. Or perhaps it was because I knew he’d heard me talking to our teacher but pretended he hadn’t.
If it had been anyone else, I would have sworn that I saw the hurt expression on his face before he’d schooled his features. But this was Ridge. He was made of Teflon. Everything just pinged right off him.Ping. Ping. Ping.
Whatever the reason for my brash decision, I caught him alone a few days later at the end of the day, when his posse wouldn’t overhear.
Humiliating Ridge went against the rules and wasn’t on my list of fun things to do.
All I wanted to do was help.
“No fucking way,” he responded, his locker slamming shut with a ring of finality that bounced off the beige walls.
“Why not?” I prompted.
He looked down at me. Instinctively, I straightened my spine and squared my shoulders to stand taller. Even at five foot eight, his tall frame dwarfed me. He must be at least six-four.At least.
“I don’t need your help. Or anyone else’s.”
Okay, fine. I’d wounded Ridge’s pride. Maybe I should have thrown him a bone and apologized, but that’s not how we operated. I wasn’t about to go easy on him now. “What’s wrong? Scared?” I taunted.
“Suck my dick, Bellamy.”
“Only in your dreams, McCallister.” My response was just as half-hearted as his offer. He had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in a week and his hair was messier than usual. The golden-brown strands fell into his eyes and it was all mussed up like he’d been running his fingers through it all day long.
Ridge looked tired, and he needed a haircut.
My shoulders relaxed, and I dropped my guard.
Big mistake.
“My dreams? Or yours?” He moved in closer and raked his gaze over me. His browns met my greens, and before I could stop him, he brushed the backs of his fingers over the column of my neck and his big hand wrapped around it.
His hold was firm but loose, not designed to choke the air from my lungs but enough to pin me in place. His calloused thumb, rough on my soft skin, brushed over my pulse point before pressing down on it.
“Interesting,” he murmured. “I’m not a doctor, but your racing pulse tells me you’re excited about the prospect. I bet you dream about me,” he said, his voice low and husky as his thumb stroked my skin, sending tingles down my spine. “I bet it keeps you up. All. Night. Long. Doesn’t it, Evie?”
Ignoring his question, I licked my lips and took a sick sense of satisfaction in the way his eyes followed the movement.
Two could play this game.
I took a step closer and another until my breasts pressed against his hard chest, and my body was glued to his.
His chest rose and fell with each labored breath as I rolled my hips, just a little bit, enough to feel his erection pressed against my stomach. He drew in a sharp breath, but he didn’t take a step back or push to get closer.
The loud beating of my heart muffled the voices and laughter around us as we stared at each other, our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
“Let me help you.”
He dipped his head and spoke low in my ear, “I already have plenty of girls ready and willing tohelpme. What canyouoffer me?”
“I’m not talking about your dick.”
