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I could.
I could do it. Gag her until I come down her throat. She’d probably wake up and take over, sucking me off all on her own.
My heart rattles against my rib cage as I fight temptation.
Do it. Fuck her mouth.
Don’t do it, Ridge.
I won’t.
But I hold tightly to the thought as I release, spilling all over her dress.
“Fuck, Angel,” I grumble. “You see what you do to me?”
I give myself one final pump, making sure I give her every last drop.
Before pulling my pants back up, I sweep my finger across the wet semen on her dress and bring it to her mouth. Dragging it across her lips, I lean down and whisper, “Here’s a little taste of what’s coming.”
CHAPTER6
RILEY
You knowthat feeling when you wake up and you’re certain that you either slept too late or forgot about something? That’s how I feel when my body springs forward. My chest is literally vibrating from my rapid heartbeat. So much so that I put my hand over it, trying to slow the rhythm to no avail.
How the fuck is the sun up? That’s what has me all anxiety-ridden. It’s been months since I slept through the night. Granted, I did wake up once, but…
My eyes shoot to the chair where Ridge sat last night…but he’s gone.
When did he leave?
Was he ever really here?
My God, how drunk was I?
Something feels off. I look to my left and…I smell him. My face drops on the pillow beside me and I inhale the scent of anise and cedarwood.
Was he in my bed?
The door flies open, and at first thought, I think it’ll be him. But when I see Scar, I drop my hand from my chest and breathe a sigh of relief.
She walks in carrying a drink holder with two to-go cups of coffee and a brown paper bag sitting on top. “Morning, babe.”
“G-good morning,” I stutter, eyes searching the room as if I might actually find him in a corner.
Hewashere. I saw him with my own two eyes. He walked beside my bed, even touched it, then sat down in my chair.
I toss the blanket off me and jump out of bed, my dress from last night riding up my ass and exposing my white panties. I run my hands down the sides and feel a clump of dried goo. I must’ve been totally wasted last night and spilled something all over my dress.
Dammit. I hope I didn’t make an ass of myself. Better yet, I hope I didn’t do anything stupid when Ridge was here. I was pretty pissed at him last night, that I remember.
My dry lips smack together as I search haphazardly for any sign that I didn’t imagine him coming into my room. Dropping to my knees, I look under the chair, and when I find nothing, I crawl around it.
Scar sets the carrier on the small round table by the door and her feet move toward me. “Umm, Ry. What in the world are you doing?”
Once defeat settles in, I drop onto my ass on the floor and crisscross my legs, not giving a damn that I’m baring everything under my dress to Scar—she’s seen it all before.
“He was here,” I whisper to her, or maybe it’s to myself because I need to know I’m not completely losing my mind. “I know he was.” I turn my head to look at her and the puzzled expression on her face proves she is on board with the assumption that I’m crazy.
