Ridge by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online

me.”
    “I— Wait, Buck and Channing are having another baby?”
    “They haven’t told me yet, but I suspect they are. Now. Tell. Me.” He didn’t finish the sentence with a ‘before I stop this truck and turn you over my knee,’ because he was too addled by the idea of her plump ass high in the air, bearing his hand marks.
    Fuck, now his kinky side was coming out. He hadn’t allowed this side of him to surface in a long time. Anna hadn’t liked rougher play, and he’d been fine with that. Actually, he’d believed his leanings to be a youthful whim, a phase. So what if he’d liked laying his hands on a woman and demanding her sexual pleasure? He didn’t need to go there now.
    Except he was. Dammit, now that the fever had gripped him, all he could think about was holding a crop in his hand and paddling a sexy woman who was tied up as his sex slave.
    Jeezuuuuus.
    He kept his gaze away from Kashley. That wouldn’t end well. Even if he did break his own rules and touch her—and she was into rougher play—he wasn’t a real Dom. He threw the word slave around with casualness that would infuriate people in the community. But he didn’t have any desire to be amongst them either. He just liked the way the term slipped off his tongue when he was balls-deep in a woman.
    “Buck wants to keep you out of trouble, and he told me that if he waggles his brows,” she demonstrated in a comical pantomime of Buck that almost made Ridge veer off the highway, “then I’m supposed to try to rein you in.”
    “Rein me in,” he repeated softly.
    “Umm…yeah.” She fidgeted.
    “Kashley,” he said slowly, “do you really believe you can rein me in?”
    His cock had stretched to its full length. Somehow his mind had confused her words with those erotic images bouncing around in his brain. Maybe he’d shaken something loose during his wild drive.
    She folded her hands on her lap and crossed her long legs. “I’m gonna try. After all, you bad boy, isn’t that why I’m here?”
    * * * * *
    Shit, shit, shit! If she could bite back her words, she would. Hell, she’d lick them off the manure pile. Anything to take them back. Had she really called him bad boy in that low, provocative voice she reserved for sex?
    He eyeballed her, and he probably thought she’d flipped her wig instead. He definitely wasn’t ogling her—he didn’t see her as anything but the skinny, gawky girl next door.
    She cut her attention from his face, and her gaze skidded out of control over bulging biceps to forearms roped with veins and long, blunt-tipped fingers.
    That was worse.
    She let her gaze sink to his thighs stretching the denim of his jeans oh so perfectly.
    And the bulge at his crotch.
    Fuck!
    She went dead still. Was he… Could he be…turned on?
    No, he probably had some sick adrenaline rush from driving like a maniac, and his hard-on was the effect of hormones.
    When his hand came down on her leg, she gulped back a cry. “Hey, calm down. You’re here to help me relax, remember? I can’t do that if you’re all keyed up.”
    So they were ignoring what she’d just said. Good. She dragged in a deep breath, filling her head with his scents of soap and man. “Could we listen to the radio?”
    He shot her a sideways glance. “Depends on if you’re gonna sing.”
    She slapped at him. “You know I can sing!”
    “Just teasin’ ya.” He switched on the radio, and a country ballad swam through the cab.
    The very tiny cab. She’d ridden with him countless times in the past, so why did this feel like a date? She stared at his elbow resting on the console between them, thinking how easy it would be to lay her arm over his and twine their fingers.
    God, she had to get her thoughts under some sort of control before she made things worse for him. “So the knee’s better.”
    He bobbed his head. His hat dipped low over his eyes, which were fixed on the road. “Seems to be. If it holds out for the ride.”
    “It will,” she said with