Page 96 of Shattered Trinket
“But it’s girls’ night,” I say softly once our laughter has died down and she shrugs.
“We’ll have others. It’s late, so none of us are going anywhere. The three of us will be fine up here, locked away in your tower,faraway from where you two will be. We’ve got snacks and yummy leftovers, thanks to Micah and Manny, and there are plenty of movies to occupy us until we pass out.”
“What she said. I’m voting you go find Ridge and sit on his face,” Shade chimes in with a feral grin, cackling when Ripley starts gagging again and Huntleigh nods in agreement.
I want to go be with him. I want to so badly I practically ache. So instead of saying anything else, or coming up with reasons not to, I quickly stand and scurry down the stairs, the sounds of Ripley, Shade, and Huntleigh’s catcalls following me the whole way down and out the door. I can’t help but grin, in spite of my nerves.
I quietly enter the house, and when I pass the living room, I see three of my five guys lying around on the couch and chairs, watching some horror movie that has me scrunching my nose and closing my eyes when a particularly gory scene pops up. None of them notice me, and when I realize Ridge isn’t down here with them, I sneak upstairs, stopping off in my room to change.
In secret, I’ve been amassing and storing their t-shirts in my room, carefully hiding them under my bed, and donning them as pajamas on the nights I decide to sleep alone. I snatch the most recent one I swiped, the same one Ridge had on yesterday when he walked through the door after work. I couldn’t resist snatching it from the bathroom after his shower, despite how unappealing it may sound. The scent of him lingers strongly, and the well-worn fabric looks irresistibly cozy and soft.
I quickly remove my pajama pants and shirt, eagerly slipping into his. With a contented sigh, I lift it to my nose, inhaling deeply and feeling a shiver run down my spine as his intoxicating spiced gingerbread scent fills the air. When I let it go, the hem brushes against my legs, creating a playful tickling sensation. Not bothering with pants, I inhale deeply beforestepping out of my room again, making my way towards Ridge’s door with quiet footsteps. With no warning, I gently push open his door and slip inside, making sure to close it as quietly as possible.
My breath catches in my throat as I glance at his bed. The moonlight streams through the open curtains, casting a serene glow that envelops him. He’s lying on his stomach, one arm cradling his head, while the sheets entwine around his legs, caressing the sculpted curves of his behind. I have a completely uninterrupted view of him right now, completely naked except for the sheet that’s barely covering him. I can’t stop the needy whine that crawls its way up my throat, gasping when he suddenly turns and looks around his room with sleepy eyes.
“It’s just me,” I whisper, moving closer and swallowing when my eyes drop down his chest and lower, not missing the way the sheet is tented.
He swipes a hand down his face with a yawn and scoots over before pulling his blanket back up and holding it out for me as he lies back down. I climb in, huffing, when I realize he didn’t hold the sheet up for me as well. He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat when I try to slip under the sheet as well, clearing his throat when I look at him.
“I’m, uh, I’m not wearing any clothes,” he mumbles, and I shake my head, trying to climb under the sheet again and letting out a frustrated growl when he stops me again.
“Nothing, Smalls.”
Narrowing my eyes, I snatch the sheet back up and hastily bury myself under it, evading any further attempts to stop me. I keep them narrowed as I scoot in as close as I can get to him until my body is lying against his and I can feel him through his shirt. Resting my hands on his smooth chest, I glide my leg between his thighs, fascinated by the rhythmic bobbing of his throat as I slide it further up. I keep sliding it up until I can feelthe heavy weight of his sac resting against my thigh, causing a tremor to travel down my spine as he groans.
“I don’t care,” I tell him stubbornly, and slowly, his taut body relaxes until his arms are wrapped around me and his forehead is resting against mine, inhaling deeply.
“You smell like me,” he groans, shoving his face into the crook of my neck and sniffing along my shoulder. “Is this my shirt? Fuck, baby. I bet you look incredible in it, but I would have given you a clean one to wear if you wanted one of my shirts.”
He keeps sniffing me, and I grab ahold of his shoulders, digging my nails in as my panties grow damp.
“I wanted this one,” I breathe out, pushing myself closer to him.
He growls, kissing along my neck and nibbling on my jaw before he stops himself.
“My sister is going to throw a hissy fit that you ditched them to come crawl into my bed when she realizes,” he mutters, swallowing when he takes a breath and it has his semi-hard length pressing against my belly.
“It was her idea,” I whisper, licking my lips as I stare into his eyes and watch the way his nostrils flair as my fingers roam his chest.
“And why would she tell you to do that, Smalls?”
His voice, thick with desire, echoes with a mixture of longing, frustration, and an intensity that I can relate to all too well. I’m so completely gone for this man, for all of them,
“Because I needed my alpha. I neededyou.No more holding back,” I whisper, trailing my hand lower until it wraps around his shaft and I squeeze slightly.
His chest rattles, a deep, soothing purr rumbling out of him as his hips buck up, pushing him more into my hand.
“You called me your alpha.”
My brows furrow as I look into his eyes, my heart fluttering at the reverent way he looks at me.
“Aren’t you? My alpha? You feel like mine,” I murmur, feeling uncharacteristically brave as I stroke him slowly, twisting my wrist and gasping when his hand moves down to grip my hip, squeezing.
As I stare into his eyes, I find myself wanting something more than just sex. I want all of him. I want to feel him inside of me in all ways, to forge the connection that will make him wholly and completely mine.
I want his bite. His bond.
I thought if I decided I wanted bites, it’d be Jeremiah I’d ask first. But looking at Ridge, watching his careful control, nearly at a breaking point, I want it to be him. I want it to be him, so he has no doubts, because I know that’s the real reason he’s held back. He’s afraid I’m going to leave, and I can’t blame him after the fiasco at Manny’s parent’s house.