Ridge by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Camera crew. They didn’t follow us off the exit. Good riddance.”
    God, he was in a fit of temper today. She felt helpless to ease him at all. Then she remembered that a grumpy man could often be soothed with food—and sex. But since he wasn’t open to sex with her, she grabbed his hand and led him into the coffee shop.
    He ordered for himself and then stood back. “Get what you want.”
    “I’ll pay for myself,” she said, trying to choose between the cinnamon roll and the glazed donuts hot out of the oven.
    “It’s a travel expense. Get what you want, Kash,” he repeated.
    Her heart sank. She didn’t want to be a travel expense. She wanted so much more, and buttoning her mouth shut was getting increasingly more difficult the longer she was around Ridge.
    He took their tray and led her to a table near the windows where they could look out on the fresh air he’d mentioned needing. He picked up a donut and bit off a big bite while she nibbled on her own. The sweet, yeasty goodness lifted her spirits a little, but she still had no idea what she’d gotten herself into.
    What if Anna showed up at the event and she and Ridge got back together, leaving Kashley to stand by aching and green with jealousy?
    There was only so far she’d go for her friend, even though she loved Ridge in every sense of the word.
    He lifted his jaw her direction. “How’s your coffee?”
    “I haven’t taken a sip yet.”
    “They have the best here. Try it.” He stuck his sticky fingers in his mouth and began to suck them clean.
    Kashley’s mind flip-flopped in a heartbeat. Watching a big hunky cowboy lick his fingers clean of donut glaze was well worth any discomfort her heart suffered on this ride. Besides, she really did want to see him happy again.
    And maybe at some point he’d view her as more than a friend.
    * * * * *
    Ridge’s jeans had been too damn tight for the past sixty miles. Ever since he’d seen that hint of red satin bra, he’d been like an animal with the need to rut on his mind. Twice he’d thought about getting off at a rest stop and taking care of his lust in the men’s room, but that was barbaric.
    Everything about her was driving him crazy right now—a sure sign he needed to get laid. She was his friend, the girl he played hide and seek in the corn with while their fathers shot the breeze.
    Yet her full, ripe breasts jiggled temptingly every time he hit a pothole. And she wiggled her curvy ass down into the seat every so often, torturing him. When she’d curled her legs under her, he’d had to grip the steering wheel to keep from touching those curvy thighs.
    And now she was asleep, her perfect fucking pink lips parted slightly and an angelic expression on her pretty features.
    When had she grown up so much? He’d missed her blossoming, and he was a little annoyed by that. He wished he’d seen her unfold like a flower from a gawky bud.
    And men like Jake Rawlins had gotten a chance to appreciate her beauty. Not that Ridge was jealous—she was just his friend, after all—but Jake had a degree in asshole with a minor in douchebag. What had she seen in him?
    Ridge set the cruise control and relaxed back, nudging his cock into a more comfortable position. He had to keep from glancing Kashley’s direction so his cock would go down.
    She made a quiet hitching noise in her sleep, and his cock was at full mast all over again. He glanced at her, and his dick gave a hard twitch.
    Her top had ridden up, allowing him a glimpse of smooth tanned skin. All of a sudden, all he could think of was pumping hot droplets of his cum all over that expanse of flesh while she stared up at him, bound and gagged.
    “Fuck,” he whispered. He was getting more depraved by the minute rather than calming down.
    He rolled over another bump in the road, and her breasts jostled again. Was it sick that he wanted to slam the truck into reverse and drive over that bump again and again?
    She’d been great just when he