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“December twentieth. They leave after dinner om Christmas eve,” she tells me.
“You do this every year?”
“For the most part. I think one year it was at my mom’s house, but after I bought this house, they wanted to do it here,” she says as we enter her room.
“And you don’t mind it? All those people around for so long?”
“Not all stay. Most leave, only a few stay here.” That has to suck. I don’t like the idea of people coming and going, not when we don’t know what this Gabe guy is doing.
“I don’t know that I’d like it,” I tell her.
“Why not?”
“Me and my family don’t get along really well and the fact that they’d be in and out of my house all the time? Yeah, I’ll pass.” She smiles, and I see she understands me.
“It’s not as bad as it seems,” she says before pulling her blankets back and climbing into bed. I watch her, wondering if I should go to her, but maybe I was saved by the alarm. She’s off-limits. I shouldn’t touch her.
“Goodnight, Olson,” I tell her.
“Night, Ridge.”
10
Olson
Ididn’t sleep well the past couple of nights. It was hell knowing he was in the same room, and he didn’t come to my bed. I touched myself more than I care to admit during showers. Ridge has my stomach in knots, just like he does right now.
I glance over and see his hard-on while he sleeps. It makes me wonder what he’s dreaming about.
Slowly, I slide my hand between my thighs and find myself wet already. He has that effect on me.
I dip a finger inside myself and nearly moan out loud, but I quickly bite my lip to keep him from hearing me, but I can’t pull my eyes away from the man.
I fuck myself with my fingers as I watch Ridge lie there. Then I see his hand move. I stop what I’m doing and lie still when I hear him groan as he pulls his shorts down. Is he asleep? He can’t be if he’s doing all that. Nevertheless, his cock springs free, and I can’t help but look at it. It’s there, hard and angry, and I want to know what it would feel like thrusting inside me.
Ridge strokes his cock while I watch before I hear him.
“Don’t stop, Olson.” My mouth falls open when he turns his head and eyes me. I don’t know what to say but I let my fingers get back to work. Ridge closes his eyes once more, and that gives me the peace I need to do this. I don’t know that I could if he was watching me.
I circle my clit, feeling myself begin to tense. My body starts to shudder as I let my orgasm pull me over the edge. I’m coming hard as I look over at Ridge and see him jerking his cock roughly. Then he releases, and I can’t pull my eyes away from him. His cum shoots out onto the sheet, and I’m mesmerized by what’s taking place in front of me. He jerks his hips a few more times before opening his eyes and looking at me.
“Fuck, you look sexy, all flushed like that,” he tells me.
“How did you know?”
“I saw you. I didn’t want to interrupt, but damn, Olson.” I smile slightly at his words. He saw me getting myself off? And he wanted to join in? I can’t believe a man like Ridge would even care what a girl like me did.
“What are you thinkin’?” he asks softly as he pulls his shorts back up.
“Why would you even want to look at me?” I whisper the words, but I know he heard them. He moves now, climbing off the couch bed and coming toward me. I watch as he climbs onto the bed next to me and lays down before pulling my head to his chest.
“I don’t know what other guys have said or done to you, but you’re beautiful, Olson. Not just outside, either. I’ve watched you with your family, people I’m not sure you even like, and you’re still smilin’ and givin’ it your all. That shows me another side of you,” he says softly. Tears spring to my eyes as I lie silently in his arms. We don’t speak for a long time as I let Ridge hold me like this. His fingers roam over my back and through my hair. I sigh before my eyes flutter closed once more.
I must have needed sleep because when I woke up, it was three in the afternoon, and Ridge wasn’t in bed anymore. I sigh and roll over, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I stand when I hear him yelling, but I only hear one side of a conversation. He must be on the phone.
I walk over to the doorway to listen better when I hear him.
“Love you? Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now? You fucked the prospect! What kind of woman does that? Huh? What kind of woman says she loves you and then turns around and fucks your friend?” he shouts louder into the line. I step out of the room, wanting to hear more. He must sense that I’m near because he turns his head, and our eyes lock before he lowers the phone and presses the end key.
