Lush in Lace by A.J. Ridges Page B

wonder who Scott was
really mad at, me or himself? “But I guess this proves you won the
bet fair and square, Lush.”
    His face paled at my words. “Asshole.” He
nudged me aside with his big shoulder, attempting to storm off.
    I didn’t expect his rejection to cut me so
deeply. I found myself wanting to hurt him back.
    “I need those returned by the way,” I called
out after his first few steps.
    At my words he stopped, turning back toward
me.
    I gave him a big, toothy, sadistic grin.
    “Why?” he asked confused.
    So I can jerk off on them , I would
have replied if I’d wanted to be honest, but I didn’t. “They’re
expensive,” I said with a shrug. “And one of my boyfriends might
like them as a gift.”
    I could have sworn he looked wounded for a
brief moment, but I decided it must have been the alcohol playing
tricks on my imagination.
    “Why don’t you just date girls if you’re so
into this stuff?” Scott asked angrily.
    I knew then he’d never really understand
me.
    “Because girls can’t shoot their load in my
mouth, girls can’t rub their stubbly chin along my cock as I finger
their lace-covered hole, and girls definitely can’t paint my chest
with cum as I fill their ass with my load.” My goal was to shock
him, to solidify in my mind that Scott Lush was never going to be
the man I wanted him to be.
    I got my wish.
    His brows rose high in surprise, and his
mouth hung open in a perfect oval for so long that my mother would
have threatened it would stay that way.
    “I’ll leave the girls to you, Lush,” I
growled bitterly. “However, after tonight I’m beginning to wonder…”
I added, purposely letting my words hang in the air.
    “Well, don’t,” he spat back angrily. “Tonight
was about winning a bet, nothing more.”
    However, his explanation wasn’t enough to
justify how eagerly he responded to my touch.
    “Don’t worry, you’ll get your girly things
back as soon as I get my money.”
    “Tomorrow,” I returned.
    It looked like he wanted to say more, but he
gritted his teeth and nodded, continuing off toward the sliding
doors.
    For some twisted reason, I couldn’t let the
night end like this. “For the record, you look mighty fine in lace,
Lush,” I called out, unconcerned that there were other wedding
guests milling about.
    Without a backward glance, Scott flipped me
the bird. He held it up proudly until his big body vanished beyond
the stained-glass doors that led back to the party room.
    Despite everything that happened tonight, I
found myself smiling at his reaction. Scott seemed to have a knack
for surprising me. I found myself wondering if there was more to
him than I realized. Tonight definitely hadn’t unfolded as I’d
planned.
    Was there a chance I could have Lush? Did I
dare imagine the possibility? And if there was, had I gone and
ruined everything by pushing him too far too fast?
    ****
     

Chapter Five
     
    -Rylan-
    I was glad for the week’s reprieve. Scott
hadn’t been around since the night of the wedding when I’d had my
finger on his asshole. I deemed his absence both a blessing and a
curse. It gave me time to reflect on what happened on the terrace.
In the days following the wedding, I convinced myself that whiskey
must have muddled my brain that night. There was no way Scott Lush
would have let me touch his ass. However, that didn’t stop me from
fantasizing about that evening over and over again. I missed
him—the hardness of his body against mine, the scent of him, the
feel of his soft flesh in my hands. Hell, I even missed arguing
with him.
    I wondered too how Scott would react if I
touched him again. Unfortunately, I’d probably never get the
opportunity to find out. Now that the wedding was over, Scott would
head back out of state and it’d be years before I’d see him again,
much less touch him. That thought didn’t sit well with me. Luckily,
fate was on my side and I’d be seeing Scott again in a few minutes.
I had no idea what to