Page 42 of Tall, Dark, & Ginger

“Ridley,” he moans, tangling his fingers in my hair.

He moans again, bucking his hips against mine, and the idea of dropping to my knees right here in the alley and having my way with him crosses my mind, but my phone buzzes in my pocket before I can.

I groan, leaning back enough to pull it out and read it. “Ugh. It’s from Bane. One of my tables is looking for me.”

“We should get back anyway.”

“We should.” Gripping his chin gently, I tilt his head back, searching his eyes. “Find me tonight, rabbit. I’ll be waiting for you. Desperate for you.”

Wren nods, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip. “I’ll find you.”

I enter the bar first, adjusting my dick before heading back to the dining room and taking care of my table. It’ll be hard getting through the next few hours, but the payoff is getting my hands on my favorite ginger chef again.

And that is definitely worth the wait.

SIXTEEN

WREN

The soundof the guys filtering in from the restaurant breaks the silence of the house. I’ve been lying in bed, impatiently counting down the last hour until Ridley got home. It’s usually close to the three by the time they get everyone out on a Saturday night, and I should be asleep, but I rarely am. There was no way I was drifting off tonight after the interactions I had with him earlier.

Listening intently, I hear Salem and Indy say goodnight to the others, then Kit and Stewart, followed by Lowen and Oakley. Finally I hear Bane say goodnight to Jerryn, and then there’s more silence.

I give it a few minutes before I’m on my feet, peering out my bedroom door across the hall. Ridley’s door is partially open, which it never usually is, so I take it as an invitation and cross the hall to step inside, closing the door softly behind me.

“Rid?”

The room is still silent except for a faint rustling noise. I walk through the darkness of his suite to his bedroom, finding him in bed, splayed out and completely naked, his hair and skin damp from his shower, the light from the TV flickering across his skin.

“Hey, rabbit. You found me.”

“Is it okay I came in?”

“I was hoping you would.” He pats the mattress next to him. “Unless you’re very committed to being down in the living room, I thought we could hang out here.”

This feels different. More intimate. It’s his bedroom, his private space, and being invited into it has a different vibe than pretending we just happened to meet up in the living room.

Ridley rises to rest on his elbows. “You okay?”

Nodding, I force myself to move and approach him. “I am.”

“Good, then climb up here.”

I do, sliding onto his mattress next to him. “What are you watching?”

“No clue. Just flicked it on.” Ridley searches my eyes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about getting my hands on you again.”

“Here I am.”

“Here you are.”

He grips the back of my neck, pulling me down to him and burying his lips against my neck, sucking just hard enough for me to feel it, but not enough to leave a mark while I rub my hands over his naked flesh. Ridley tugs on my shorts, getting them off while also managing to pull my shirt over my head with a little help from me.

In short order, I’m just as naked as he is, rubbing against him like an animal in heat, whispering and moaning his name. My cock is sticky with precum that increases every time his cock bumps into mine, and before I can be reduced to begging, he’s got me on my back, kissing and sucking his way down my body and between my legs.

The first warm swipe of his tongue on my shaft leaves me reeling with relief. “Oh fuck yeah.”

Ridley hums happily as he swallows me whole, gagging and sucking on me like he needs my dick to survive, and all I can do is give in to this oral assault. My hips buck wildly, spurred on by the desperate heat building inside me, and when I force my eyesopen to look at Ridley, my stomach flutters from the expression on his face. He looks so damn happy to be sucking me off.

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