With my other hand I hike up her dress even further until I feel the flimsy lace bra she’s wearing. I tug it down for some much needed skin to skin contact.
“Nah,” I say. “We have everyone believing we’re the rule followers. That way we get away with a lot more. Would I be fucking my future stepsister if I cared at all about the rules?”
I keep my aching length inside my pants. As much as I don’t care about making a mess on all over these obscene animal pelts, I don’t actually want to leave that much evidence.
Besides, I have watched my girl act like a good, dutiful daughter all day long and late into the night at this terrible party full of terrible people. All I want to do right now is make this moment about her.
“I see you, you know,” I whisper into her ear while my thumb circles her clit. Ridley’s body presses into my hand to urge me on. “I see how you talk to your mother’s friends. I see how you grin and bear it all. I know you’re bursting to get out of here. I see …you.”
“Stop,” she whimpers.
“No. I’m not going to stop saying it until you believe it. You’re a good person, Ridley Rushmore. You’re the best of all of them.”
I replace my fingers with my mouth on her pussy, gently licking, sucking her clit into my mouth, and swallowing all of her juices until her body spasms with her climax.
She blurts out my name, forgetting to be quiet.
I hold her tight to me as we ride out her aftershocks. together. “I love it. I love that you can lose yourself with me, baby.”
I help her straighten out her dress and then tell her what my real plan had been for her tonight.
13
Ridley
Crosby has a truly weird suggestion for Christmas Eve night as we sneak away from the party.
“What did you say?” I ask as we lie together under the warm blankets in his room, the fireplace crackling and popping nearby.
He leans in and says close to my ear. “We’re going to snuggle on my sofa in our pajamas and whisper about the things that make us happy.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. “That is the nerdiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
The shivers that ripple across my skin with his breath in my ear would beg to differ. This isn’t nerdy. This is sweet and far too intense for the Ridley Rushmore of yesterday—before she met this giant, gorgeous, romantic nerd.
And internally, my heart rate increases and the stirring in my belly of the warm fuzzies take over.
I settle into the crook of his shoulder. “You’re wearing SpongeBob boxer shorts. That hardly qualifies as pajamas.”
“It does if they’re my favorite thing to sleep in.”
I roll my eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “This feels silly but I’ll do it.”
“Shhh…whisper it.”
“Oh, we’re starting already?”
He nods.
“I’m so glad we decided to ditch the party,” I whisper.
He chuckles and whispers, “I’m happy your mom is too drunk to notice. And I’m happy that I’m warm and fed.”
I nudge him. “Yeah, that too,” I reply. “I’m glad I have someone to remind me how easy my life is.”
“I’m happy I have someone who is so kind to animals,” he whispers. “And I’m happy you have me, too.”
“I’m happy to be able to laugh at your cockiness,” I say.