Page 69 of Score on You

“Just keep going. Are you close?”

“I must be. Oh, gosh.” My toes curl from the lusty onslaught. “I never knew anything like this existed.”

It doesn’t take much after that, just like he guessed earlier. I sweep across that swollen bundle while my muscles begin to seize. Tingles rise and begin to spread from where I’m swiping. My hips buck on their own, seeming to chase the sensation. Spots dance in my vision and a sudden rush hits me. I let go, leaping into the unknown.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I chant.

“That’s it, love. Right there.”

But Ridge’s voice is drowned out by the simultaneous waves crashing over me. The reward unleashes a warm flow into a continuous loop. My mouth drops with a soundless wail as my back arches. I’m a twitching mass as bliss floods into my veins. A floating sensation overtakes me. My free hand smacks against the blanket, gripping tight to root me in place. It’s a very realpossibility that I’ll fly away and never return. Minutes seem to pass while I slowly regain composure.

Our labored exhales fill the lull that I’m certain is called the afterglow. I’m definitely feeling light and sparkly. A giggle escapes me at the connection.

His choppy breath resembles laughter. “Not a bad way to start the day, huh?”

More giddy laughter bubbles from me. “Did you…?”

“Mhmm,” he sighs. “Might’ve blacked out for a moment.”

I smile. “Likewise.”

“Made quite a mess.”

My fingers rub together to discover we share that as well. “Thanks for taking charge and handling my needs.”

Ridge scoffs. “There you go again, giving me too much credit.”

“As if I could ever give you enough.” The list of favors he grants me grows by the hour.

“Trust me, sweetness. You call and I’ll come running. The pleasure is all mine to give.”

“Ours,” I correct. “It was a mutual effort.”

“In that case,” Ridge drawls. “You can score on me whenever the mood strikes, sweetness.”

Me:hey, sexy. your faithful ride has arrived to take you home

Me:I’m early but don’t hold it against me. you know I’ll leave you satisfied

Me:wanna come out and hop in? or on top if you’re extra adventurous

Me:we can go all night

I smirk at the suggestive texts while waiting for her response. We’ve gotten progressively more explicit over these past few weeks. It shouldn’t be long until we have a playdate in the flesh rather than through a speaker. That’s precisely why I ordered Callie a new gift for the impending occasion.

Those thoughts fade when the three bouncy dots don’t appear. I frown at our thread and my unanswered messages. Silence mocks me while my screen remains the same.

Me:too much?

But she’s never complained about my dirty texts. Quite the opposite. Callie usually types something adorable that pumps my cock to bursting levels.

Her lack of response sets off warning bells. I shift my truck into park, and get out to confront this strange situation. The bell jingles as I step inside Pampered Pooch. My stride falters at the scene in front of me. That delay in processing lasts less than two seconds. Even so, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

First and most importantly, Callie is behind the counter crying. She’s visibly afraid, practically trembling in fear. Her watery gaze lands on me and her frozen stance thaws slightly. That evident relief expands my chest.

That’s right, love. Reinforcements have arrived.

What I notice next is more of an afterthought, but clearly the source of her upset. A man stands with his back toward me while he continues blabbering. The harsh tone spewing from him doesn’t belong anywhere near Callie’s ears. Then he makes the mistake of pointing a stubby finger in her face.

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