Page 35 of Bull Rush

“What are you so fucking riled about?”

“My toys. What did you do with them?”

He has the audacity to smirk.

“Borrowed them.”

“You know I need them.” Ramsey knows I have trouble getting off without them. It’s one of the few things he knows that Curtis doesn’t.

“Which is why I knew you’d come find me when you needed them.”

“So give them back.”

“I want to know why you lied first. Then I’ll consider it.”

I frown at the accusation, racking my brain for any kind of lie I might have told him. Don’t get me wrong. I love pissing the man off, but we’ve always had an unspoken rule about not lying to each other—not even the little white ones that you think don’t matter. One we never wavered on, even when things got bad.

“What did I lie about?” I shake my head and study his face.

“Telling Curtis you had to fake it with me.” He frowns.

I sigh. I wish Curtis could have kept his mouth shut, but apparently, his ego couldn’t handle it. He just had to get a dig in on Ramsey, and unfortunately for him, he tried to weaponize the one thing Ramsey would see straight through. I contemplate whether or not to tell Ramsey the truth. The things it’ll do for his ego, and the way it’ll give him an even bigger upper hand in this make me want to scream.

“I had to tell him that.”

“Why?”

“Because of reasons. It’s none of your business.”

“I don’t love you spreading rumors that I can’t get a woman off.”

“Why? Do you think it’ll ruin your chances with Vic? Don’t worry. The fame and the money will distract her.”

“Not very charitable of you.”

“It’s not a good idea to be flirting with half the town if you want her, by the way. She’s the jealous type.”

“Is she? Then I guess she should stop listening to rumors. Because I definitely wasn’t flirting.” His eyes drift over my face and down my neck.

“Not what I heard. But then I’m just trying to help. The two of you would be perfect together. She’d love living in your RV and being outdoors all the time. Sweating all day in the sun and then fucking her in the dirt somewhere.” I make a little gasping sound like I’ve just realized something amazing. “Then you can come home and shower outside your RV in front of everyone together.”

“Is that whatyouwant? That why you’re being so fucking difficult about everything? You need a rough fuck in the dirt?”

“What?” I let out a weak huff of a laugh. Is he offering? Because…Shit.My brain is short-circuiting again.

He leans down, his lips a hairsbreadth away from the shell of my ear before he speaks again.

“You sound jealous. Do you want me to chase you through a meadow again? You liked it so much the last time that we spent the whole night there. We can do that. Then I can spend the morning washing all the grass and mud off you. Let all your guests see you for who you really are.” A flash of the last time plays out in my head. I haven’t learned my lesson from the other night because now it’s not just my brain short-circuiting. It’s my whole body.

I force a laugh instead. This one sounds almost as weak asthe one before. Like I might be crying instead. I try to cover it up and laugh a little harder. I need to distract him. Wound his ego a bit so he doesn’t clock my reaction to him. I can’t be letting him win like this.

“That’s hilarious. So funny I could cry.” I shake my head.

“Yeah. Weeping your heart out. I can tell. You want me to lick those tears up for you, or just let them keep soaking into my thigh?”

It’s that moment I realize his thigh is wedged between my legs, and I’m spread over him like a wanton little whore again. Each fake laugh makes me rock against him, and that little bit of friction sends up a spark that wraps around my clit and tempts me more. I try to think of words to explain how I’m here again, but they all fall short on my lips.

“I… It’s just…” I mutter the words, but then I just look to the ceiling and accept my own humiliating defeat.

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