Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(52)
Author: Jennifer Foor

What if his undying love for his first wife started to get to me? How could I ever compete with a love like that?

By the time I climbed into bed, I was in tears. I laid there thinking about everything. I wondered if my leaving had turned Gavin into such a monster. He wasn’t ever violent like that with me. A baby wasn’t going to know it’s father now. The mother was going to have to do it all alone. I knew that their circumstance had nothing to do with me. The police would have eventually came back to that house. Gavin had made his bed and the wrong choices and so had his mother for not telling me what was going on. She knew that wasn’t an environment for them to be in and she left them there anyway.

Then there was my aunt. My poor aunt, who had lived the last few years of her life alone. I felt so guilty for that. My mother would have been so disappointed in me for not keeping in touch with her. I loved her so much and I owed her everything. She’d taken us in when we had nowhere else to go. She fed us and gave me a job. She started a new life for us. Now she was dying and somehow her last wish was for me and Ramsey to be together.

The stress of it all was making me queasy again. I ran to the bathroom and threw up my whole dinner.

I heard footsteps walking on the porcelain tile and then saw extra large feet beside me. The sink turned on and a cold rag wiped my head. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“You okay?” He sat on the edge of the tub, just like the last time.

“It’s just stress. I feel so sick to my stomach. All these thoughts keep clouding my mind. I’m worried about the kids and how all of this is going to affect them. I want them to be able to get through it, but they can’t handle it all at the same time. I don’t even know what’s going to happen with Gavin. I mean, how am I supposed to trust him to see them again?” I leaned back against the tile wall.

He reached over and grabbed my hand. “You’re not alone, you know.” He pulled me up and kissed the top of my head. “When you feel better, I’ll be in your bed.” He started walking out of the bathroom and turned around. “Oh, and don’t worry. I’ll go down to the couch before the kids wake up.”

I wanted to tell him about my worries, but I was so afraid he would get mad and leave. I just needed him so much.

Ramsey was under the covers when I came in from getting a quick shower. One of his arms was behind his head. His chest was bare and I like the way it looked to see him there. He cleared his throat when I came in. I loved how fast his facial hair grew, and since he hadn’t had time to shave, it almost looked like he was growing a beard. Plus it was a shade darker than the hair on top of his head.

Since the kids were in the house, I chose to put on a pair of pajamas. I could tell from the look on his face that he was disappointed. “You know I have to wear clothes. What if they walk in?”

He lifted the covers to show me that he had on pajama pants. “This isn’t my first rodeo, Vessa.”

I climbed in next to him, wearing a tank top and pajama pants. I tied my hair back in a ponytail that was on my nightstand and cuddled up against him. “I know.”

“Everything is going to be alright. This is just another bump in the road.”

“I know. It just hurts so much.” I was trying so hard not to start crying again.

“It does.” He rubbed my back and didn’t say anything else.

I sat up and looked him right in the eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Ramsey took his finger and pulled down one of the straps to my top. “I don’t think you even understand how much.”

Hearing the words gave me chills. It was comforting and made me want to thank him. I slowly moved on top of him, straddling his body as I sat up. I slid down the other strap to my tank top and pushed it down over my br**sts. Ramsey wasted no time pulling me down to his chest. His kissed me slowly and I matched his technique.

He kissed my nose. “You’re so beautiful.”

My body warmed up, hearing him say those words and look at me the way he was. I kissed his neck and ran my tongue up to his ear. After nibbling on his ear, he started moving his hands up the back of my tank. I started moving my body, taking my hand and reaching it down his pants. I whispered in his ear, “Make love to me,” and he obliged.

Ramsey rolled me over and ran his hand over my cheek as he placed gentle, soft kisses over my lips. He was technically on top of me, but keeping his weight off of my body. He ran one hand between my exposed br**sts and sat up enough to watch himself doing it. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was being devoured, sexually and emotionally. I could sense his intentions in the way he paced himself, circling one of my ni**les with his fingertips. “I love your br**sts.” He leaned down and kissed my nipple. Then he sat back up and used the palm of his hand to get it as hard as possible. “I love how your body responds to my touch.”

I could feel myself catching fire between my legs. My sex was aching for his attention. “I want you so bad,” I cried.

He kissed me again, letting his tongue drag over my bottom lip. He slid his hand down my pajama pants. Even I could feel how ready I was for him. “Mmm, you don’t’ waste any time.” I could feel him sliding his fingers between my folds and feeling how ready I was for what was coming next.

Except, that wasn’t what was coming next. Ramsey pulled his hand out and sucked on his fingers. It was so erotic. “You taste so good.” With that, he slid down pulling my pants down with him. First he rubbed me, while watching both my face and what he was doing. He licked his lips a couple times while sliding a finger inside of me. Slowly, he moved it in and out, using his thumb to rub my throbbing bud. I ran my hand through his disheveled hair. He reached for my arm, sliding his other hand into mine. Our fingers locked around one another. It was such and intimate move.

He kissed my inner thigh, using his tongue as a guide, making his way to my sex. I felt his finger being removed. He adjusted his position and kissed the base of my pu**y. I sat up, feeling the need to watch his every move. He kissed it again, keeping his eyes locked on mine. When I felt his tongue sliding in between my folds, I couldn’t help but close my eyes for a second. I forced myself to watch him pleasuring me. This wasn’t like the last time. He moved slowly, kissing me with every lick of his tongue, like he was savoring me.

I ran my hands up my abdomen and my br**sts. I was so turned on by his passion. His focus went to my most sensitive spot. As his tongue made contact with my clitoris, I could already feel my body beginning to shake. The harder his tongue pressed against it, the more my body began to jerk. I grabbed his hair again, making a fist within it as he brought me to bliss. Even after he knew what he’d done, he continued licking it, forcing the extension of yet another bout of euphoria. My head fell back against the pillow due to my losing control of all of my senses.