Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(45)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Her ass was so perfect. I ran my hands up and down it, squeezing it. She must have liked it, because she got up on her knees and stuck it right in the air. I ran my hands up the back of Vessa’s knees then back up to her ass. My tongue was the first thing to touch her back. I started right about the crack of her ass and licked up to her shoulder. My hands reached around and cupped one of her br**sts. I pinched her nipple in between my fingers, while kissing all around the back of her neck.

How could she never want to share this with me again?

By the time, I’d make it up to her back, she’d already slouched back down. I’d like to think that I made her weak in the knees. After rubbing my hand all over her ass, I slid two fingers down and separated her warm, wet lips. With her juices all over my fingers, I spread the moisture all the way up to her little ass**le. With it nice and wet, I put my dick back up to her sex and slid right in. Then with one finger, I played with her ass. At first, I just circled around it, but the more she moaned, the more my fingers began to penetrate.

When my one finger slid inside, she screamed out in pleasure, I could feel her pu**y tightening. In fact, it tightened so much that she also pushed me out of her. I fought back, thrusting back all the way inside of her. Her body began to tremble and I just couldn’t stop. I turned her back around, so I could see her face when I filled her.

It took only seconds. Once I had a view of her hard ni**les bouncing around and leaned down to feel her tongue on my mouth, I pounded my last couple thrusts and exploded my load. She wrapped her legs around me and moved just enough to give me chills all over my body.

I stayed attached to her, while running my hands up and down her naked skin. The sun was starting to come up and I knew where we both needed to be. Without pulling out, I pulled her up and carried her back to bed. She didn’t argue or fight with me. When I laid her down in bed and we finally separated I felt empty. I’d need more after we rested. Fearing that this could be the end, made me want her on a whole different spectrum. I was desperate to hang on; desperate to experience everything so I had no regrets.

She wrapped her body into mine and laid her head on my chest. I wasn’t sure if she was sleeping, but I was wide awake. I thought about losing Jules and what it was like to feel so brutally alone. The emptiness consumed me. I’d avoided people for the reason of never wanted to feel that kind of pain again. Now, the one person that freed my lost soul was considering leaving me. I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t lose her too.

It would kill me.

Chapter 20

Vessa

Saying Good bye to Ramsey was impossible. I could see the pain in his eyes. I knew the pool game was his last plea. After our game was interrupted and he carried me to bed, I laid in his arms thinking about being without him. More painful than that realization was the fact that I knew he’d never get over it.

He’d given up once from a broken heart, but if I left him, there would be no recovery. Ramsey wasn’t about trying again. He wouldn’t be willing to open his heart in fear of being crush again. That’s not to say that if things were different and we ended up breaking it off on our terms that it would be easier for him to move on.

I missed him already and I hadn’t even left yet. All of the reasons that I was in love with this man was why it was impossible to just walk away. I don’t know how long I laid in that bed before finally falling asleep to exhaustion.

Ramsey’s phone woke us both up. He shot up out of bed and went running to answer it. I walked over to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. Under it was a photo in a frame. He was holding Katie in his lap and Jules had her arms around the front of him. I traced their silhouette and thought about his painful life again.

Maybe I never should have gotten involved with Ramsey. Nothing in my life had ever ended happy. How could I have thought that he would be any different?

Ramsey came in the room rubbing his temples. He stood there, completely naked and just stared. “What is it?”

“Where’s your phone?”

I shrugged and thought about the last time I had it. “In my car. Why?”

“Sue’s had a stroke, Vessa. We need to get to the hospital.”

I just sat there frozen in place. This couldn’t be happening, on top of everything else.

“Vessa, honey, we need to go.”

He already had a pair of jeans on. While he was waiting for me to respond, he grabbed a t-shirt and put a hat on backwards. It made him look younger and nothing like he looked in his police uniform. I realized that I was still sitting there in shock. I stood up and ran out of the room to find the rest of my clothes.

By the time we made it to the truck, I was already crying again. Ramsey was pulling down the dirt road before I had the door shut. He reached over and held my hand, but said nothing. I knew his issue with death and how it was for him to be doing this for me.

“Who called you?”

“The station.” He turned on his police sirens and started passing a group of cars. “I guess after they couldn’t get a hold of you, they called me. Before you moved here, I guess I was the only person she counted on.”

It was amazing how my aunt knew Ramsey was a good person, even when she knew nothing about him at all.

“How bad is it?”

He shook his head and focused on the road. “I don’t know. Shelton called and said that they called looking for me, saying it was an emergency. She told them I was her nephew, so I guess when we get in there, we need to pretend we’re a couple or they won’t let me back with you. Just say I’m your husband.”

I looked down at Ramsey’s hand that was holding mine. He squeezed it, letting me know I wasn’t alone. “I wish you were.” It just came out.

“What did you say?”

I laughed and shook my head, turning to look out the window. “Nothing. Never mind.”

We pulled into the hospital and the conversation was saved, thankfully. He was at my side when I climbed out of my car and took my hand to lead me inside. After waiting for what seemed like forever, we finally found someone to help us locate my aunt.

They sat us down in a waiting room and told us they would be right back.

I think I knew even before I saw the doctor come in. I wasn’t lucky enough in life to have good news. He came out with her chart and sat down in front of us.

His words penetrated through whatever heart I had left.

“You’re aunt has suffered a severe stroke. Her left side is unresponsive as of this moment. We’re running more tests now, but what has me more concerned is what we discovered already through other tests. Are you familiar with your aunt’s past medical history?”