“Really?” he asked, his tone rough.
I nodded.
“Tell me,” he urged.
I closed my eyes and searched for my inner vixen.
“Well, first I’d tease the head … squeeze it a little, but not too hard. Then, I’d wrap my hand around you, like a fist, and move it up and down, from base to tip.” I opened one eye to peek at him.
He was watching me intently.
“I bet it feels fucking fantastic,” Ridge said, and I knew he wanted me to continue.
“I’d squeeze tighter … go faster … and move my other hand to play gently with your balls.”
“Yes, I’d like that,” he said, voice full of desire. “And, while you’re doing that, could I touch you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, clenching my legs together to try and relieve some of the building pressure.
“Do it, Karrie. Touch me. Just like you said…”
Twenty-Nine
Ridge
I was so hard there was a chance that one touch from Karrie would make me explode.
It was a chance I was more than willing to take.
Her eyes opened and she released the lip she’d been chewing on as I rid myself of my boxer briefs. She still looked unsure, so I reached for her in the dark, my thumb caressing her swollen lower lip.
Karrie gasped and darted her tongue out to lick my thumb tentatively.
I growled, which made her smile, and thankfully gave her the courage to move her hand beneath the sheets to do the things she’d driven me crazy talking about. Jesus, hearing her talk about jacking my cock in her sexy, sweet voice had nearly driven me mad.
I’d had to stop myself from attacking her like a lion on a gazelle.
The first brush of her skin on my dick was the sweetest form of torture I’d ever felt. I’d never wanted anyone as much as Karrie, never waited to claim a woman I wanted to fuck, never felt this sting of anticipation.
It made everything so much more pronounced.
Almost like I was a teenager again, feeling the touch of a girl for the first time.
She touched me just as she’d described and I couldn’t wait to reciprocate. As soon as she fisted my cock, I moved, eager to have my hands on her. To hear her desire, and feel her silky pussy beneath my fingers.
Karrie kept her grip on me as I explored her body. Starting with her perky breasts and working my way down. I couldn’t wait to taste her … every inch, but first, I was dying to make her feel as good as she was making me feel in that moment.
I pushed her panties down and moved closer. The jostling had her squeezing so as not to lose hold of my dick, and I had to clench my teeth when she pumped me hard and fast.
“Slow down,” I urged. “I don’t want it to be over before it begins.”
“Oh, sorry,” Karrie said, loosening her hold.
I shifted so I could lower my face close to hers and said, “Never apologize for touching me like you own me. I fucking love it,” before claiming her mouth with mine as I delved into her wet heat.
Karrie arched beneath me and moaned against my lips, and I felt like the king of the fucking world.
“Take my shirt off,” I ordered after breaking the kiss.
Doing so meant she had to let go of my dick and scoot up to pull my shirt over her head. While she was doing that, I scooted down on the bed and shoved my face into her cunt.
“Oh, God,” she cried, her hands coming to my head, one had pulling my hair tightly.
That was all the encouragement I needed. Shoving my hands under her ass, I lifted her up so I could have better access while keeping her still. I licked and sucked until she was writhing against my mouth, her hips bucking instinctively as she sought her release.
Within seconds, Karrie erupted around me, her grip on my hair deliciously painful, and I sucked until the last of the shocks subsided.
“Ridge,” she cooed, my name on her lips the most erotic sound.
I eased her back on the bed, kissing her thigh before looking up to see her hands on her breasts and her head turned to the side.
I kissed her stomach, breasts, and throat, before hovering over her completely and saying, “You look so beautiful.”
Karrie blushed sweetly, turning to face me as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Then she uttered the two most wonderful words in the English language … “Fuck me.”
Eager to comply, I jumped off the bed to reach in my dresser and grab the condoms I had stashed there, before hurrying back to join her.
She watched as I pinched the condom, rolling it over the crown and down the length of my cock.
Once I was sheathed, I sat back against the headboard and motioned for her to get on top of me.
“You want me…” Karrie asked, looking a little unsure.
“Have you never done it this way?” I asked, really fucking pleased at the thought.
She shook her head.
“You’re gonna love it,” I promised.
My dick jumped as I watched her get up and throw her leg over me, then scoot up the bed on her knees, until I felt the heat of her pussy against me.
“Just grab my dick and lower yourself on it, then you can hold onto my shoulders, or reach back and brace against my thighs, whatever feels more comfortable to you. Believe me, there are no wrong answers when it comes to this position.”
Karrie nodded, her expression serious, like she was studying for an exam or something.
I lost the ability to speak as she welcomed me into her body slowly, inch by glorious inch, and when she could go no farther, I could no longer think. All I could do was feel.
“That feels so nice,” Karrie murmured, gripping my shoulders as she began to rock against me.
“Now, lift up like you’re gonna move off, but stop right before you lose me, then slam back down … hard and fast.”
Karrie followed my instructions, gliding up and down until I told her to stay down and ride.
Her breath caught as her clit hit my pelvic bone and she began to move faster. I watched her face turn soft and her cheeks redden as her head fell back and eyes closed. Needing to help get her there, I gripped her hips tightly and moved her even faster.
Karrie’s lips parted and a low moan came out, just as I felt her walls clench around me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, my own pleasure ripping through me like an electric shock.
Our cries mingled in the damp air as I pumped into her and her movements slowed. After a few more thrusts, my vision blurred and Karrie collapsed against my chest.
We stayed like that for a few moments, both struggling to catch our breath and slow our racing hearts.
“That was amazing,” Karrie murmured against me. “We should always do that…”
I laughed, happy and completely relaxed, and hugged her tighter.
“We absolutely should,” I agreed.
Thirty
Karrie
I couldn’t stop smiling.
Mina told me it was pretty annoying, but since she was just as happy with Trap, as I was with Ridge, she couldn’t even be mad about it.
Ridge and I had spent as much time as we could together since Homecoming.
We’d had tons of sex … oral sex, semi-public sex, Kama Sutra sex … seriously, all the sex.
My body was so sore, it felt like I’d been training for a marathon or something, which, I guess I had. Marathon sex.
Now, we were on our way to his family’s estate … yeah, estate … in Chicago for Thanksgiving. The goal we’d been working toward since we met was finally here, and it was crazy how things had changed in such a short amount of time.
I know it all started as a ruse, but now that we were actually on the way to meet his family, I was actually hoping they’d like me.
I didn’t want to pretend to be someone I wasn’t, I wanted to go in there as Ridge’s actual girlfriend and talk to his mom just like I would in any normal situation. Sure, there’d be nerves, but I was really looking
forward to seeing this side of Ridge.
The only problem was, we hadn’t really discussed this trip.
Other than the initial breakdown of expectations, Ridge hadn’t said anything new about what was going to happen. All he’d done was remind me to pack the more conservative items I’d bought.
Which was fine.
I knew his family was more Vineyard Vines than Forever 21, and by the way he and Wes were dressed for the drive down, in khakis and Polos, even though it would take hours to get there, I figured they were playing a part, just like I was.
That didn’t mean that Ridge would be embarrassed to introduce me, as I really was, to his family … right?
Of course not.
I’d straightened my hair again, and had on a long-sleeved striped knit dress and flats, rather than the sweats and comfy tee I’d normally travel in.
It was all a part of the plan, and I was okay with it, really. So, I’d be uncomfortable for the long weekend, no big deal. Ridge was worth it. The extra time it took to get ready, the straight-laced clothes. He’d been honest with me from the beginning about what this trip was.
“Have you heard from Mom?” Ridge asked, speaking for the first time in an hour and startling me.
I turned around to see if Wes had heard him when he didn’t reply, and saw him sacked out in the backseat.
“He’s asleep,” I told Ridge.
“Of course he is,” he said with a sigh. “Wes has always been that way. In the car for five minutes, and he’s out. Before the plane even taxies down the runway … slumped. The guy can sleep anywhere.”
After a few minutes of silence, I asked, “Are you okay?”
Ridge glanced at me, then back at the road.
“Yeah, I’m good. The ride home always makes me tense, because although I have an idea of what to expect when I get there, my parents sometimes surprise me by being even bigger assholes than I remember.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, lamely. I couldn’t fathom not having a good relationship with my parents.
“At least my dad won’t be there … and I look forward to seeing Brody.”
“What’s he like?”
“Brody? I don’t know. He’s still seventeen, and I’ve been at college for most of his high school years, but he’s always been a good kid. He’s probably the most easy-going out of all of us, being the youngest, and he’s never had a hard time making friends.”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” I said, wondering if he was more like Ridge or Wes. “And, other than Brody and us, it’ll just be your mom?”
“Yup. Dad moved out, so it’s Brody and Mom at home. Poor guy. I couldn’t imagine being the only one at home with her, stuck being the sole focus of her attention. Especially now that Dad’s not there to be her verbal punching bag.”
“What’s she like?”
“Mommy dearest?” he asked with a sneer. “Pretentious, judgmental, oblivious … pick a nasty descriptor and you’ve got Susan Temple.”
“Quit talking shit,” Wes piped in sleepily. “You always see the worst in her.”
“And you only see the best. It’s like you have blinders on, Wes. I don’t know how you can still stick up for her,” Ridge shot back, glaring at his brother in the rearview mirror.
“Because if I don’t, then who does she have? No one. Dad’s always treated her like shit, you hate her, and Brody’s started to act like she doesn’t exist.”
“Sounds like Mom talking, not you.”
“Yeah, well, I’m the only one who’ll talk to her, so what am I supposed to do?” Wes asked angrily. “She’s our mother, Ridge, the only one we’ll ever have.”
“Unfortunately,” Ridge replied, glancing at me again and saying, “She’s had so much plastic surgery, I doubt anything on her is original parts. She’s always been focused on her career, and not that into being a mom. She’s surprised that my dad left her for a younger woman, even though she was the other woman when he was married to our sisters’ mom.”
“Jesus, Ridge, why don’t you let Karrie make up her own mind, rather than filling her head with your venom?”
“What, you want to let Karrie walk in there like a lamb to slaughter? She needs to know what she’s dealing with … Look, just go in there like a Stepford wife and you’ll be fine.”
I saw Wes shake his head before I turned around in my seat and looked out the passenger side window.
If Ridge was expecting me to be a Stepford wife, maybe I’d been wrong. Maybe while I’d been thinking everything had changed between us, and me meeting his family was real, he was going by the terms of the pact.
Maybe nothing had changed at all, and I’d simply got caught up in the fantasy.
Thirty-One
Ridge
My shoulders were tense and my disposition was one hundred percent asshole.
Coming home did not bring out the best in me.
I was braced and ready for a fight. Maybe I shouldn’t be, maybe Wes was right and our mother would be the picture of welcome and acceptance. Ha! Yeah, right, and maybe that squirrel climbing the tree in our front yard would suddenly pop up on two legs and offer me coffee.
Could happen.
I tried to offer Karrie a smile of encouragement, but was sure it came out more like a grimace when she simply blinked at me in response.
“Ready?” I asked her. When she nodded I said, “Just let me do the talking.”
We left our bags in the car, we had people who’d get them later, and I let Wes lead us into the house. Susan would actually be happy to see him, so I figured it might get us off on the right foot and be a positive start to the weekend.
I couldn’t have been more fucking wrong.
“Hey, Mom,” I heard Wes say as I walked in and shut the door behind us.
There she was, Susan Temple in all of her glory. Her blonde hair perfectly coiffed, clothes wrinkle free, and the usual bitter beer face expression.
She hugged Wes and said, “Hello, darling. How was your trip?”
“Not bad. I slept most of the way.”
She laughed lightly. “Of course you did. Why don’t you come into the drawing room?”
She glanced briefly at me before her sharp gaze landed on Karrie. It was apparent, after looking her up and down, that Susan found Karrie wanting, because she didn’t bother to hide it. Her face was pinched when she turned her attention back to me and found me still standing near the front door, hands in my pockets like I didn’t give a fuck.
“Take your hands out of your pockets, Ridge, this isn’t the hallway of your old high school,” she said, then turned and walked into the drawing room with Wes.
I moved up next to Karrie and placed my hand on her lower back as we followed them.
“Mom, this is Karrie. She goes to U of M with me. Her family’s in shipping,” I said as we entered the room to see her and Wes seated on one of the couches.
I felt Karrie stiffen at the lie and wanted to pull her to me and assure her everything was fine. To explain once again that I didn’t give a shit about my mother’s opinion, but I couldn’t give my mother any ammunition to use against us.
I knew Mom and I were in the middle of a standoff even if it wasn’t apparent to anyone else. It was always the way with us. She’d pretend I didn’t exist and I’d pretend her indifference didn’t affect me.
“Yes,” she said finally, looking away from Wes. “Your brother told me you were bringing your latest harlot.”
I clenched my jaw and looked to Wes, whose jaw had dropped.
“Mom, I said no such…”
“This doesn’t concern you, Wesley,” she said, flicking her wrist at him, indicating he should butt out. “This is about your brother’s lack of respect for me and our home.”
“First of all, calling Karrie a harlot is rude, and ridiculous, coming from you. Second, since when is it disrespectful to bring a guest home?”
“Watch your tone with me, son. Just because your father is off embarrassing himself with his othe
r woman, doesn’t mean you can speak to me in that way.”
“That’s rich, coming from the original other woman. You really think now is the time for you to start parenting me and give me lessons in etiquette? Now that I’m in my twenties?”
She stood swiftly and crossed to me and I felt the slap before it landed, almost like a phantom reminder from my childhood.
Karrie gasped in horror from beside me.
My expression bored, I watched the regret flit across my mother’s face.
I saw Brody enter the fray from the corner of my eye, but my gaze never left my mother’s.
“Did that make you feel better?” I asked dryly, feeling as ugly as my words. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’d resort to violence. After all, you spent my childhood shielding Wes and Brody, but allowed Dad to beat my ass whenever he got the urge.”
“Oh my God,” I heard Karrie cry softly from behind me, her voice full of tears.
Wes got up and moved to her. I could hear him murmuring softly, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. I was sure Karrie was shocked and appalled by what was happening before her, but I was too caught up to stop what was happening and offer her comfort.
This moment was a long time coming.
“Why was that, Mom?” I asked, ignoring the look of devastation on my mother’s face. “Why’d you care enough about Wes and Brody to shield them and not me? Was I not good enough? Or was I expendable since you had two other sons? What did I ever do to deserve Dad’s wrath and your indifference?”
I was so angry I was practically shouting, my fists clenched at my sides, and I wondered if this was what my father felt like before he lost control and took his anger out on me.
“It wasn’t like that,” she said, struggling to regain her composure. God help us if Susan Temple wasn’t perfectly controlled. “Your father was trying to teach you how to be a man, like his father had before him. There was nothing I could do.”
“Really? Is that what you told yourself so you could sleep at night?” I seethed. “He never laid a finger on my sisters or brothers … did they not have lessons to learn? Was I so defective I needed extra discipline?”
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