Free Lush in Lace by A.J. Ridges Page B

though,
recognizing the importance of my connection with furry little
creatures.
    Today, the weather was so warm even the
neighbors were out preparing their gardens for summer. It’d be a
few more hours before the sun would dip below the horizon. I found
it thrilling to wave at passersby through the window, knowing even
in the light of day they had no idea what I wore from the waist
down.
    How shocked would the neighbors be if they
had a full view of my newly purchased teeny, pink lace bottoms and
matching pink hose with garters? Mrs. Mulholland would probably run
straight to church and pray for my soul as she often admitted doing
for Jamie and BJ.
    It didn’t matter. I wasn’t wearing the
lingerie for anyone but myself. No, that was a lie. I was secretly
wearing the silk and lace for Rylan. At least in my fantasies I was
wearing them for him. In reality, I’d never admit that his little
wager had exposed a whole new side of me I never knew existed.
    Shit. I could feel my cock twitch beneath my
panties at the thought of Rylan seeing me like this.
    I shook my head, trying to rid the images of
Rylan from my mind as I waited for the next song to queue up, so I
could resume my dance moves. After a few seconds of silence, I knew
something was amiss. Goosebumps appeared over every inch of my
body, and the hair at my neck stood on end. As if in slow motion, I
shut the water off and slowly turned around to find none other than
Rylan Madden standing in the kitchen doorway—the cord from the
radio in one hand, a large bag in the other. The look in his eyes
was unmistakable. It was lust—pure, scorching, unfiltered lust.
    For a brief instant I wasn’t sure I was
really seeing him. It was like my imagination had conjured him up
as an apparition. We stood frozen in time, silently staring at each
other.
    A million thoughts raced through my
brain—What was he doing here? What was he thinking? How come I
didn’t hear him come in? Why wasn’t he saying anything? And most
importantly, did he think I looked sexy?
    They were all valid questions that I could
have asked aloud. Instead, I simply stood there, leaning my weight
on the counter, hoping my legs didn’t give out. I watched as Rylan
gingerly dropped the items onto the floor, never taking his eyes
off me. His hands flexed open and closed at his sides, and his
expression slowly morphed from lust-filled surprise to stone-cold
hostility.
    Breathe, Scott. Just breathe . Breathe.
I repeated the mantra in my head while Rylan angrily stalked toward
me.
    “Don’t you look sweet, Lush,” he hissed
harshly, his eyes raking over my skimpy outfit from head to
nylon-covered toe.
    I wasn’t sure why he was angry, but I kept
quiet, still in a state of shock at his unexpected appearance.
    “Makes me wonder how long you’ve been hiding
this from me?” he added, waving his hand up and down my body.
    “Hiding?”
    His eyes narrowed into slits. “How long have
you been gay, Lush?” he accused. “Since high school? Is that why
you’re always such a dick? Too cramped and uncomfortable keeping
that big body securely tucked away in the closet?” he concluded
angrily.
    “You think…? I’m not… Oh god,” I hissed,
realizing how this scene must have looked through Rylan’s eyes. I
was mortified. I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was I
certainly couldn’t stand here in pink lace and have this
conversation. I turned, intending to walk away, when Rylan planted
his firm palm flat on my chest, keeping me in place.
    “Don’t even think about it, Lush,” he
demanded, blocking my exit with his body.
    Shit!
    He was furious.
    “How many men have there been?” he bit out
angrily.
    I shook my head.
    “How many men have you fucked?”
    “None. Never. Not one,” I admitted
shakily.
    His look of disbelief was clear. “Don’t
bullshit me, Lush. First the butt plug and now the lingerie. If
your dick’s not the one doing the fucking, then it’s obvious you’ve
been prepping your