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“Hang on.” He cupped his ear. “Is that the sound of you…begging?”
With a growl, I shoved his shoulder with my foot, and if I didn’t want this so much, I would have hopped off the counter and told him to go screw himself. But I didn’t. Because I would not be denied.
And when his two fingers moved inside me, reaching, curling, and hitting a spot I thought was only a myth, and he sucked on my clit, I was done for. I detonated.
I came so hard I screamed his name, and little dots appeared before my eyes. Ridge licked me from slit to crack with the flat of his tongue and brought me down from the orgasm. I was still shaky, my back flat against the counter when he stood up and leaned over me, bracing his arms on either side of my head. His chin and lips glistened from me, and he slowly licked his lips, his deep browns locked onto my greens. “Never say never, Cherry.”
Ridge won. I lost.
I wanted to even the score, so I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down to me. “I bet your cock is throbbing, isn’t it? I bet it’s so hard, it’s painful. Go ahead and stroke it. Wrap your hand around it….” My tongue darted out, and I ran the tip over his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulled me up to a sitting position, and stood between my legs.
“You wanna watch, Cherry? Is that it?” I sat back on my hands and watched him take his dick out. It was big. It was beautiful. Long and thick. “You like watching me, don’t you?”
It was the smirk on his face that brought me to my senses.
“Second thought. Not interested.” I gave him a little shove, hopped off the counter, and left Ridge with his dick in his hand.
It was a small victory, but I’d take it.
I grabbed my clothes from the dryer, closed the laundry room door, and got dressed. I tossed his T-shirt on the mountain of dirty clothes on the floor, grabbed my keys and phone off the dryer, and walked into the kitchen.
“Thanks. It’s been real.” Feeling smug, I breezed past him and out the front door. He was the one who said he was off-limits tonight. That was the price he had to pay.
“You’re mine for the rest of the summer, Bellamy,” he called as I got into my car.
I drove away with a smile on my face. I was looking forward to it. I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with all that big dick energy. A delicious shiver raced up my spine. Then I told myself to calm my jets.
I’d never had great sex. Not the mind-blowing kind that made you feel like you couldn’t get enough. Chad didn’t count because he was my first and that whole experience was shitty and best forgotten.
Then there was Trevor. Sometimes it was good, but it was never great. He’d only cared about himself, so I always had to get myself off.
Maybe Ridge would be different. Less selfish. More fun. Better at sex. More open to experimenting. I was sure he had plenty of practice, I thought bitterly. Plus, he had a distinct advantage over most guys. Long fingers. I laughed to myself. The other thing that set him apart—he didn’t need a map to find my clit. So yeah, I was low-key excited and cautiously optimistic.
We’d both get what we wanted, get out before we got in too deep, and go our separate ways.
It was the perfect plan.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Evie
It wasthe Wednesday night before the Fourth of July, and I’d just finished my third double shift at the diner because A. I needed the money, and B. I’d asked to take off the Fourth of July. In exchange, I had to work Amber’s dinner shifts.
It was late, I was tired, and all I wanted was a shower and my bed.
I turned down my street and eased off the gas, maneuvering around the potholes. My headlights illuminated the car parked in front of my house. The same tricked-out Caddy from the night I’d forked over my hard-earned cash.
I hit the gas and sped past.
The driver saw me. I knew he had. I always drove with my windows down because my A/C didn’t work.
He was probably a dealer. Or a supplier.
Not the kind of man I wanted to mess with.
I drove around for a while, then pulled over and waited by the trailer park for fifteen minutes.
When I returned to my house, the car was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. Another bullet dodged.
