Ridge (12 page)

“I don’t need any,” Joy said. “I have to get up early with Merry.” A pink flush coated her cheeks, and Kashley wondered if maybe she was pregnant again too. Damn, these Calhouns were virile men.

She shot a glance at Ridge as he sank into the chair again, leaning back, leg outstretched.

“You should have your leg elevated and iced,” she said quietly.

“Whiskey will work wonders on the knee.”

Ten minutes later they were working their way through the first bottle of whiskey. Kashley already had a pleasant warmth in her limbs, but one more shot and it would settle between her thighs. That was how she’d ended up amorous with a certain rodeo guy who was unfortunately right here in Kansas—and Ridge wouldn’t like hearing about it.

She sealed her lips around the glass and Ridge did the same. Around the table, all the Calhouns poised, ready to flick the alcohol down their throats.

She counted to three in her head and then shot the whiskey. It scorched all the way to her stomach and spread, trickling into body parts she knew were trouble.

Next to her, Ridge was much more relaxed, his elbows on the table and his biceps bunched. As he grabbed the bottle and tipped the rest into his glass, a display of muscles in his arms did amazing things to Kashley’s body.

He grabbed the second bottle and held it over her glass. She shook her head. He nodded his up and down, up and down. His eyes were so intense and his smile so wicked that she couldn’t resist. She held out her glass.

The room spun, though, and she set her glass down without taking a sip just as the rest of the Calhouns hammered the whiskey.

It seemed this group forgave and forgot while drinking together. Lane and Ridge were now laughing about something that had happened a few years back, and Buck and Wynonna were singing a bawdy song. At the finish, Kashley and Joy clapped.

She felt a new friendship bloom between them and was glad for it. Then Wynonna set her elbows on the table, leaned forward and whispered in a loud way, “Who says girls can’t shoot the whiskey?”

That set them all off into a laughing fit, and things deteriorated from there until Ridge placed a hand on her knee. Liquid heat struck her system, and she knew she was giving him the
let’s fuck
look.

She hardly remembered getting up to the sixth floor, not because she was falling-down drunk but because Ridge trapped her against the elevator wall and kissed her. Only the feel of his hands on her backside, pulling her into his erection, seemed important.

When they reached the door of his room, he sobered, staring down at her. “Let’s get that ice now, okay?”

“Are you really hurting? I should have made you come back to your room earlier. Open the door and let me get the ice bucket.”

The inside of the room smelled like them—their sex romp from earlier smacked her senses, and her nipples hardened instantly.

“Get the ice,” he rumbled close to her ear.

Shivering from his hot breath, she grabbed the bucket and went back down the hall. Luckily there was a plastic liner bag in the bucket which could be knotted for an ice pack.

When he let her back into the room, she gasped to find him shirtless. Golden tanned skin called to her fingers. She wanted to stroke, caress, fondle and lick every inch of him.

And his jeans hung open, revealing a dark blue V of underwear.

“I can’t bend my knee too well to get my boots and jeans off. Could you help?”

She nodded and set the bucket down. Then she pointed to the bed, and he sat. Every hair on her body stood up and took notice as she knelt between his boots and began pulling them off.

His bulging groin was eye-level, and she wanted to push him back and taste him.

This had been the longest day in history. To think they’d just set out for Kansas this morning. Every rest stop along the way was emblazoned into her memory, but it seemed so long ago. Even their earlier sex couldn’t have taken place today, could it?

She skimmed her fingers up his calves, under his jeans to find his socks. She pulled them off and he waggled his long toes. After unwrapping his knee, he stood and pushed his jeans down his hips, revealing the outline of his very impressive cock.

She wet her lips, and he groaned. Pretending he was in pain over his knee and not his big case of blue balls, she guided him to sit again. “Let me pull them off.”

As soon as she saw the swelling around his knee, a lot of her desire fled, replaced by concern. “Oh Ridge, it’s not looking good.”

“It’ll be fine after the ice.” He didn’t look away from her gaze. In fact, he seemed to be devouring her with it. Her body pinged with awareness again.

Using his arms, he hitched himself fully onto the mattress. She tried to ignore the cuts and swells of his chest and arms as she fetched a pillow for under his leg. Then she used the sheet as a buffer against the cold ice she settled over his knee.

He moaned and let his head fall back. But only for a moment, because he pushed onto his elbows again and pierced her in his stare.

“You know who I am?”

“Um…Ridge?”

He nodded. “And you know who you are?”

“Kashley.”

“Good—you’re not drunk. Now get those clothes off and climb up here and straddle my face.”

Her breathing cut off and she made a squeaking noise. “What?”

He licked his lips in a way that made her quake. “My tongue ain’t sprained, and I’m gonna split your pussy like a ripe peach with my tongue. Now don’t keep me waiting, honey.”

* * * * *

Seeing Kashley undress was like watching a present unwrap itself. He gazed at her through hooded eyes. This may not be a good idea, but at the moment, his brain had disconnected and his body was doing the talking.

When she was bare as the day she was born, he reached for her. Closing his fingers around her hip, he watched her eyes flutter. Fuck, she was beautiful, and he needed her spread over his lips and his tongue buried in her slick folds.

“C’mere,” he rasped.

She moved to the bed, nipples hard pebbles and a flush coating her skin. He grasped her hips and settled her over him, her knees on each side of his ears. The instant her aroused scents hit him, his cock steeled.

“Say my name as I taste you,” he commanded.

She gasped as he stroked his tongue up her seam from bottom to top. “Ridge!”

He ran it back down again, licking at her sweetness that held a tang of him. What he wouldn’t give to feel her walls hugging his bare cock and fill her full of his come. As soon as possible, he was making sure he was clean. He didn’t think Anna had given him anything, but he had to be sure for Kashley.

Even if he shouldn’t be touching her at all.

And when had he begun to think anything but good things about Anna?

A moan rose from Kashley, and he parted her wide as he sucked and licked her sweet pussy. Her smooth muscles flexed under his hands as she wiggled closer. Zigzagging his tongue through her wetness, he concentrated on her noises. He needed to learn what drove her nuts.

He opened his mouth wide over her sex, using his jaw against her opening and his tongue on her clit. Grinding it into her body. Swirling it. When he dragged his teeth over it, she hiccupped and tensed.

So that was it. His dirty girl preferred it rough. The knowledge that she hadn’t been faking their first time for his sake made his balls clench. His cock oozed pre-come onto his abs, and she wiggled her hot little ass to get closer to his mouth.

“Ridge! I’m so close.”

“Count it for me,” he demanded before diving back in.

Sucking hard on her clit until she shook in his hold.

Each number she counted down from ten seized him with uncontrollable desire. He pinched her nipples as he tongued her faster. When she reached five, she stilled, jerked hard and came with a cry.

He went wild on her, tasting her pleasure, his own all too close.

* * * * *

“Next time you’re going to make it to zero before you come. Understand?” Ridge’s voice was soft but his command undeniable.

She swung her leg off his face and collapsed into the mattress. When he climbed off the bed and began rooting in his jeans, she sat up, still hazy with pleasure. “What are you… Oh,” she said when he came up with a condom.

He bore weight on one knee, and there was no way he was going to fuck her in his condition. Which meant she needed to take control.

Swallowing back the excitement, she bounced to the edge of the bed, took the condom from his long fingers and rolled it over his shaft. He moaned when her fingers touched his base and she gently cupped his sac, staring up at him.

He thumbed her jaw. “Your eyes…fuck, Kash.”

“Lie down.”

He arched a dark brow. “Is that an order?”

Somehow she knew he wouldn’t accept taking orders from her, or anybody for that matter, so she shook her head. “It’s you protecting your knee. Come on, lie down. You can spank my ass from that position, right?”

With a rough noise, he lunged for her neck. Sucking and kissing until she squirmed and her juices ran down her inner thigh. Then he sprawled out on the bed with his knee on the pillow.

She started to climb up his body but he stopped her. “Turn around. Ever ride reverse cowgirl?”

She quaked. No, but she’d watched some dirty movies with the move. She was a sucker for any video featuring boots and hats. Throwing a look over her shoulder, she positioned herself facing his feet. His long, hairy legs stretched ahead of her, and he must be getting an eyeful of her ass.

She hoped she hadn’t packed on too many pounds. She liked her body, but she didn’t really know how she looked from that angle either.

“Arch your back. Push your ass back toward me.”

Oh God.

She did his bidding, bending her torso low so her breasts brushed his legs. The first touch of his hands over her ass cheeks ignited her. He rubbed them slowly, gently. Then he spanked her hard.

She cried out at the stinging pleasure-pain.

“God, yes. So perfect.” He delivered another swat and another. By the fourth she was pushing back into his hand.

“All nice and red for me. I need you wearing my fingerprints.” He warmed her cheeks, right and left, until she nearly swooned from the desire building in her core.

“Please, Ridge.”

“Please what, my little slave? Do you want to sink over my cock?” He slipped his fingers into her center, and she gasped to feel he hadn’t only used one or two fingers but more likely
three
. “Stretching you. I want you to know who touched you.”

How could she ever forget something like this? It was all she’d wanted for as long as she could remember.

He pushed in and removed them with agonizing slowness. She cried out with each plunge, her insides heating rapidly. When he removed his fingers, she gulped back a whine of disappointment.

“I think you need to be punished for not coming on my command, Kashley.”
Crack!

She cried out.

“That makes three times you didn’t come when I told you to.”

“I… It feels too good. I can’t make it to zero.” She wiggled uncontrollably, needing his fingers deep again.

“Oh you’ll make it. It’s all about discipline.”
Crack!

She gasped around his slap, unearthly sounds coming from her lips. His cock brushed her folds, and she jerked her hips to push down on him, but he caught her. Held her still.

Crack, crack, crack!

“Oh that’s pretty. So fucking beautiful. Have you been punished enough?”

She nodded wildly, words some foreign idea she couldn’t form.

With his hands on her hips, he guided her down until his mushroomed head parted her folds. She flared around him.

His grip tightened. “Nice and slow. Don’t get greedy.”

Too late for that. She needed release—now. And she’d gallop to the ends of the earth to get it from this man. She pushed down.

“Uh-uh. Too fast. At my pace, slave.”

A thread of pleasure ran through her at his words.

“But Master, I need you.”

“You’ll get what you deserve and nothing more. So be a good girl.” His tone was tight as if he struggled to hold the reins.

He allowed her to dip another inch over his cock. And another.

She gasped, heart racing. This kind of play fulfilled her in a way she’d never known with another guy. She’d had decent sex, yes, but this was…mind-blowing.

Another inch.

“Master!” Her cry sounded as a command, and she knew instantly that she’d be punished.

He held her in place, unmoving, until she started to shake. His control was beyond compare. The man could go on tormenting her for hours. She wasn’t going to test him—she couldn’t last hours. She needed release now.

She bowed her head and waited, breathing hard. When she’d satisfied him by submitting, he allowed her to slide all the way down his cock so it was rooted deep.

Screaming in bliss, she fought to give him control. She held still, and he worked his hips up and down, drawing his length in and out. The pressure of his cock in this position pressed buttons she didn’t know she had. And his rough groans indicated he loved reverse cowgirl as well.