Ridge by Ava Pearl

Author:Ava Pearl [Pearl, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ava Pearl
Published: 2020-02-29T05:00:00+00:00

Sierra

I know Ridge has a response to my ‘stay at home’ comment. And he knows his hand is driving me wild. His hand is so large it wraps around my thigh. This man is more than just muscle and heat, he is beguiling, if guys can even be that. Sitting here listening to music, warm from the beer, I am losing myself memorizing his movements; his strong jawline and how his cheeks dimple when he smiles, the twitch of his foot to the music, the simple sexiness of his dark jeans and white t-shirt, and how his eyes dart around the room, surveying. If any other guy did that I would be worried that he was checking out the girls, but with Ridge it feels like a protective measure.

The booth is a tight fit, and after a few songs I’m getting restless to dance. As if on cue, the conductor, Tom, a childhood friend of my father’s, points to me. “Are you ready, my little jelly roll?” The spotlight shines on our table and Ridge’s eyes darken and narrow to me in surprise.

I whisper in his ear, “I’ll be right back,” kiss his cheek, and then climb over him to the miniscule dance space between our booth and the front of the band.

Maya jumps up too and Tom starts singing, “I ain’t gonna give nobody none o’ this jelly roll…”

Maya and I dance along with a few other girls, swinging our arms and feet up in the air in a chaos of limbs that barely resembles a correct traditional swing dance. We are laughing so hard my jaw hurts, but it’s one of my most favorite things to do, and one of the only times I don’t mind the spotlight on me.

I grew up in this café, doing homework in this very booth after school. My mother used to manage the café, and my father was a conductor like Tom. Although my parents are now retired at home and don’t get out much, I still come every month to see Tom and the other members of the band who have been like family.

Eli is laughing and enjoying the show, but Ridge looks conflicted. When the song ends, I grab Ridge’s hands and lean in, ensuring my breasts touch his chest, and I whisper in his ear, “Do you want to dance with me?”

He rears back at first, but then stands up tentatively. I hold his left hand and dance around him to my next favorite song, “My Baby Just Cares For Me.” I swing my hips and my feet and dance around him until the song ends and the crowd roars. Maya and Eli whistle, and I curtsy and then sink into the booth with Ridge.

“What did you think? Do you like Big Band?”

Ridge smiles and groans low and deep, like a caveman devoid of words. His voice reverberates through the booth and rocks my core. I imagine him making that same sound with his mouth in a distinctly lower location on my body.

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