Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2)(53)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I felt Ramsey kissing his way back up my body. I was still trembling every time his lips made contact with my skin. He wiped off his face with the sheet before kissing me. I could still taste myself and I think he knew it. He groaned when our tongues met.

When I tried to flip myself on top of him, he stopped me, shaking his head. “You asked me to make love to you, Vessa. That’s what I’m doing. Please let me please you.”

I fell back down on the pillow, unable to control every emotion I was feeling for him. He slid his body and teased my entrance with his hard erection. As it slid over my swollen bud, I wanted to scream. I was still hot for more, waiting to be filled with his love. When he started to penetrate me, I took a deep breath and focused on every inch of him being inside of me. He moved slow, savoring the way it felt as it moved in and out.

He looked down, in between us, and watched himself moving. I saw him biting his lip and concentrating on my body. Then he dropped back down and kissed me passionately, while taking my hands and lifting them both above my head and interlocking his into mine. I don’t know what it was, but it was the most intense sexual experience that I’d ever felt.

We were connected, in every way possible. His intentions were motivated by his love for me. I felt overwhelmed again, but this time it was pure ecstasy. I clenched both of his hands and let go of all the pain. At the same time, I felt him tightening up. I wrapped my legs into his , locking us together and he just froze.

When I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. He was breathing heavily and I knew that he had finished, so I couldn’t imagine what had happened. He let go of my hands and reached down to my legs, pulling them off of his. Then he sat up and let his feet fall off the edge of the bed. I sat up and wrapped my arms around the front of him, kissing his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

He sort of laughed and shook his head. “After our first time, when I disappeared, I spent time at the cemetery.”

I leaned my head on his back. “You told me.”

“I felt like I cheated on her, Vessa. It wasn’t fair to you if I couldn’t move on. I just needed to know it was real.”

I was starting to get scared. “What are you saying?”

“You may not believe this, but I begged her for a sign. I begged her to let me know that it was okay to love again and it started to rain. There wasn’t a cloud in the damn sky and it rained. I know it seems stupid, but I felt like it was her. Then after all that time being away from you, and after we got together, it just felt so right. It felt like I had loved you forever. I didn’t know if it was because I just longed to feel that again, or it was something else. After you said you might have to leave me, I’d made my mind up that I wanted to do whatever I had to do to keep you. Even with all of the shit that’s happening, all of the things trying to stand in our way, there’s no place that I’d rather be.”

I climbed off the bed and kneeled between his legs. “Then why are you upset?”

He pulled my hair out of my ponytail and smiled. “I guess I just wasn’t prepared for what just happened.”

“I felt it too. I’ve never felt a connection like that.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “It wasn’t just that. Every time we’ve been together I get lost in you. Please don’t take this the wrong way, because I’m not thinking of it the way that you’re going to think I am. When I was with Jules, she used to do this thing. I’d never had it happen before.”

I closed my eyes and looked away, trying to bite my tongue. “The thing with my legs?”

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” He was trying to assure me.

“What then? I feel like you’re comparing me.”

He smiled and grabbed my hands and kissed them at the same time. “That connection that we were both feeling, well, it was so intense. When you did that thing with your legs, it was just another sign for me. It didn’t make me think about being with her, Vessa. It freaked me out because I know without a doubt that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. I feel like you know me better than I know myself. How is it even possible to feel like I’ve always loved you? I’ll never forget my girls. A part of me will always love them, but this connection goes way beyond anything I’ve ever had. Do you feel it too? Am I crazy? I mean, I’ve lost my mind before. I gave up on life and shit. It’s possible I am crazy.”

I looked up at him and saw the intent in his eyes. I appreciated that he was so honest. I ran my hand across his face. “No. You’re not crazy. You’re amazing.” I ran my fingers down his muscular arms. “You’re brave and strong. You keep me safe and want to take care of me. It was never hard for me to love you, even when I didn’t even know that’s what it was.”

“So, just to be clear…you’re not leaving, right?”

I shook my head.

“And, you don’t care who tries to tear us apart?”

I shook my head again.

“And, you definitely want to be with me?”

This time I shook my head and leaned in to kiss him. “Definitely!”

Chapter 23

Ramsey

I’d found my place again, thanks to Vessa. The next few weeks weren’t easy, but I stayed by her side the whole time. It took her a week to tell the kids that their dear aunt wasn’t coming home. Asha, being the oldest, took it harder than Logan. He still believed that super heroes were real and heaven was a place you could visit on weekends.

Sue passed away on a Monday. She ended up getting pneumonia and couldn’t fight anymore. We’d had her moved to hospice and kept her as comfortable as possible. The place was less scary and the kids came every day after school. Vessa kept the bar closed and postponed our pool league due to what was going on.

I think we were both surprised at the amount of people that came out to pay their respects at the funeral. That day was especially hard for me. After I lost my girls, I swore I never wanted to attend a funeral again. Just knowing how much Vessa needed me changed all of that. I stood by her side, even when she broke down completely. Watching her was like seeing myself all over again. I had to force her to eat. I stayed at the house and fed the kids, microwave dinners and pizza, since I couldn’t cook at all.

For two days after we laid her aunt to rest, she stayed in bed. She needed time, but we needed her. On the third morning, I was determined to get her out of bed. I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, sticking her directly under a running shower. She screamed and fought me, but I kept her in there. Then, as she began to cry, she rushed over to the toilet and started getting sick.