Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(47)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“I’m going tomorrow morning, if I have to flatten all your God damn tires, I’m going.” He pointed at me and acted like I should be scared.

“Oh, that’s real grown up of you to do. Are you going to egg my house next?”

He left me standing in the room. In ten steps he was walking out of the room and closing the door. I wanted to tell him that he was acting like a child again, but I didn’t have time, because he came walking in with a dozen eggs and started throwing them at my shirt. “Oh my God! Stop it!”

I rushed around the bed, to try to get him to stop tossing them at me. He walked right up to me a smashed one on the top of my head. I was shocked.

Ramsey backed away and couldn’t stop laughing. I put my hands on my hips. “Feel better now?”

He shrugged and kept laughing. “Maybe a little.”

I surveyed the mess that was dripping off of me. I didn’t even know how long those eggs had been in his refrigerator. “Why did you even have these? I know you don’t cook.”

“I bought them so you could cook me breakfast. You just never have yet. I thought it would be awesome to wake up to eggs and bacon.” He laughed even more.

I got why he’d done something so ridiculous. When things got intense some people shut down. Ramsey used to be one of those people, but he was working to be better. He’d found that using his emotions in a positive way had positive results. Now, I don’t think his therapist had this in mind when she discussed it with him, but I did get it.

I dripped slimy egg all the way to the bathroom. While the shower was heating up, Ramsey came in. He started taking off his pajama pants. “What are you doing?”

He walked up and tried to kiss me. I backed away. “Oh no! You can’t have a kiss. Not after you egged me.”

He laughed again and wiped some of it off of my cheek. “But you deserved it.” He grabbed the sides of my shirt and lifted it over my head. Then slowly, he stuck his fingers in the elastic of my panties and pushed them down my legs. “I love it when you’re naked.”

“I think you’re so tired that you’ve lost your mind.” I climbed into the shower and shut the curtain. He opened up the other end and climbed in anyway. “Seriously? I just want to get washed and go to bed. I have to get up and get the kids. This is serious.”

I turned to wash my hair and felt his hands running up the sides of ribs. When he got to my br**sts he didn’t stop. His lathered up hands ran over my ni**les. The soapier the suds got, the more he rubbed over them. I leaned my back against his and let him kiss my neck. He drug his teeth over my ear and pulled it gentle.

I put my hand over his and let it slide between my legs. He let me control his hand and where it was touching me. The slipperiness made it even feel better as it slid over my sex for the first couple times. The more he kissed the back of my shoulder, the faster I moved his hand over my wet sex. He was both washing me and pleasing me at the same time. I let go of his hand and let him take over, knowing he was just getting started. “Turn around and look at me.”

Slowly, while he held onto my waist, I turned and faced him. Just looking into his dark eyes was enough to feel weak in the knees. Ramsey took the back of his hand and ran it over my mouth. When it opened, he leaned in and kissed me, taking his tongue and running it along my lower lip. I closed my eyes and felt him kissing me again. He licked my lips again, while taking both hands down from my ears to the base of my neck. He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head to the side. I could feel his chin sliding up, tickling me.

When he got to my br**sts, I was already under his spell. I let this man do anything to me. “Watch me,” he said before taking my breast and licking the tip. I licked my lips and tried to not close my eyes when he took his tongue and started doing circles around my nipple. Then he bit it with his teeth and pulled it. We may have been in the shower, but it wasn’t hot water between my legs that was making me burn for his touch.

“I want you,” I whispered, while looking into his eyes. He sucked once more and shook his head.

Ramsey slowly pushed me back against the shower wall. He kissed down to my navel, the whole time massaging my ass with his hands. He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it on the edge of the tub, causing my legs to be spread. I heard him growl before his head disappeared between my legs. Nothing compared to feeling his tongue sliding over my hot sex. I ran one hand through my wet hair and the other I bit down to prevent myself from screaming out in pleasure.

His fingers entered me. I could feel him spreading my lower lips and licking my entire pu**y. His thumb was what kept my clit throbbing, while he continued licking my bare skin. Every time I looked down at him, he was watching me. When my body started to move against his tongue, he used both hands and spread me open. With only his tongue, he licked over my clit until I finally did scream out.

While still panting, he kissed his way back up to my mouth and kissed deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him hold my weight. With his strong arms, he lifted me up and pushed me back against the shower wall. His tongue hadn’t gotten tired. No, he kept kissing me matching my movements. Knowing that his hands were holding me up, I reached down between us and positioned his hard erection at the base of my sex.

The water made his kisses taste sweet. We moved slow, prevented us both from slipping. When it got too hard to maneuver, he carried me all the way back to the bedroom. Avoiding any egg mess that was still on the floor, our wet bodies met in the center of the bed. The second time he entered me felt exactly like the first. Every inch of him filled me and gave me pleasure that I wanted. Our matched strides increased as our hunger for that blissful release grew. We were both working for the same result. We need it, after the stress of everything that was standing in our way of happiness.

I sat up and held onto his stomach while riding him. I loved when he reached up and squeezed my ni**les at the same time, like he was doing. I rocked harder, knowing that if I came again, so would he. I could feel it growing. That little tickle was increasing. The hot box of ecstasy was opening. I dug my hands into chest as I still my body for a second and then started rocking again ferociously.

Ramsey couldn’t hold it any longer. He closed his eyes tight and held my body so that I couldn’t move. I fell down on top of his chest and kissed all over his chin. “You win. You can go with me to pick up the kids.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I thought you’d change your mind.”