Page 29 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
And let him break my heart? No, thank you.
“I think he’ll surprise you,” she said. “I have a good feeling about this.”
Quinn was an optimist with a romantic heart. She believed in love at first sight, soulmates, and happily ever after. But I lived in the real world, where those things only happened in movies and fairy tales.
I kept my opinions to myself, though.
There was no need to crush her hopes by telling her that Ridge was just like every other guy I’d ever met.
Except for those letters and the night at the police station. That was a different side of Ridge. But was that the real Ridge? I didn’t have time to dwell on it because just then the doorbell rang.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Ridge
Walkerand I grabbed the liquor and cases of beer from the bed of my pickup truck and carried them up the stone walkway to a massive carved oak door. The heavy black iron knocker looked like it was just for show. I pressed the buzzer under the alarm system.
“Are they expecting us this early?” Walker asked as we stood outside, waiting for someone to answer.
“If the girls are out, I’m sure the butler will let us in.” I grinned at the security camera.
“We don’t have a butler,” Quinn said with a laugh when she swung the door open.
Behind her, I heard my pen pal’s low and sultry voice laced with accusation. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Good to see you too.” Although I couldn’t see her. A massive piece of furniture blocked my view. “It’s ninety degrees, and Quinn has a….”Pool. Holy shit. Evie stepped out from behind the sideboard in a black bikini, and I was stunned speechless. My gaze roamed down, over bronzed skin and a flat, toned stomach. Long, long legs that I’d imagined wrapped around me while I drove into her.
A bead of water trailed down her chest and settled in her full tits. I wanted to lick it off her skin. Undo the strap holding up her bikini with my teeth, cup her round, ripe breasts in my hands and swirl my tongue around her nipple…
“If you’re done staring at my boobs, you can put the beer in the kitchen,” she said, sauntering away.
And Jesus, the view from behind wasalmostas good as from the front. Evie had curves in all the right places, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the sway of her hips and her tight, round ass as I followed her into the kitchen.
Evie Bellamy made me feel like a thirteen-year-old who’d just discovered porn.
I set the beer on the granite countertop and dragged my gaze away from her to take in my surroundings. The kitchen was the size of a football field and boasted expanses of marble and gleaming stainless steel. Black iron chandeliers that looked like medieval torture devices hung from the cathedral ceilings.
Outside the French doors, cool blue water beckoned. I was hot, thirsty, hungry, and horny. But, by the looks of things, only three out of four of my basic needs would be met.
After we stowed all the beer in the fridge, compliments of my teammates who I’d collected money from earlier, Walker and Quinn moved out to the patio, talking and laughing among themselves.
I turned to Evie and opened my mouth to speak.
“No,” she said, preemptively shooting me down.
“I haven’t even asked the question.”
“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”
I whipped out my phone. “So youdon’tlike pepperoni on your pizza?”
* * *
Ainsley Thorpe’s boobs were as fake as her tan. An eighteenth birthday present. The boobs, not the tan.
Now she was shoving them in my face. Usually, I wouldn’t mind the view. Or that she’d straddled me on a lounger and was grinding her hips against my erection.
The only problem? My dick wasn’t hard for Ainsley, and my attention wasn’t focused on her. Instead, I was staring across the pool at Evie dancing with Troy Wilkinson.
