Page 33 of Ramsay

Ramsay and the guys are mixed in with their peers, but they stand out because us mere mortals can never compare, for each in their own way commands those around them. Diem with his brute strength. Ramsay with his cold confidence, and Oliver with the promise of pain behind his eyes.

Slowing my steps, I watch as Jake Lopez catches the football and Diem crashes into him, taking him down painfully. Damn. With a wince, I admire the lean lines of Oliver’s sweaty form as he offers his hand to Diem, and effortlessly pulls him up.

Diem jumps to his feet and smacks Oliver on the back, while poor Jake is left on the ground to fend for himself.

All of this is why I miss Jensen and walk straight into his arms with an oomph, before rebounding off his chest. Rubbing my nose, I stare into his smarmy eyes and sigh.

I seriously hate this dick.

“Hey, Will, lookin’ good,” he says, licking his lips.

“Jensen,” I say with a sour smile, attempting to walk around him.

“What’s the hurry?” he asks, grabbing my wrist.

“What do you want?” I snarl, pulling free. Now that I’m no longer pretending to be Sabrina’s lackey, I refuse to let this shit touch me and frankly I’m relieved that I no longer have to consider it.

I should’ve told her to shove it a long time ago.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Will. I thought we were friends. Besides, now that I know you’re a freak in bed...why didn’t you tell me you liked three dicks at a time? I’m sure me and the boys could’ve managed something.”

Rolling my eyes skyward, I grimace—fucking Sinners but before I can comment or completely lose my shit, Diem speaks up behind me.

“Maybe because she doesn’t fuck douches.”

Spinning around, I give him a scathing glare before meeting Ramsay’s smirk because his eyes are firmly focused on my chest. Where this from Jensen left me cold, Ramsay’s gaze sends tingles rushing through me rapidly.

Score one for the shirt, a throwback to the old days when showing my assets was my primary goal. Although this is a tamer version cutoff at the belly button and a size too small, emphasizing my breasts.

Of course, Ramsay looks amazing. The standard issued gym uniform of Sterling High tee and matching basketball shorts does nothing to damper his beautiful arms, gleaming in the sunlight.

His broad chest strains the fabric, begging for my touch and I drop my eyes to his package hidden by the thin material of his shorts. Judging from the few times he’s rubbed against me; I’m betting he’s huge. Is he—?

I’m pulled brutally from my thoughts and avert my stinging cheeks when Jensen says, “What do you care? You said you’ve had better pussy.”

Excuse-fucking-me?

Blankly, I stare at him, my brain sputtering before picking up again—that fuck!

“Maybe so, but she’ll never go back to a dick as small as yours,” Diem jeers, grabbing his junk.

“Fuck off! At least I didn’t learn my tricks from my crack whore mama. She still accepting clients in her double-wide?”

My jaw drops to my knees as Diem’s brows lower menacingly. He raises his meaty fist, only to pause when Ramsay grabs his shoulder.

As always, where one Sinner is, the other isn’t far behind, and Oliver doesn’t hesitate to step up, punching Jensen in the mouth followed by a knee to the nuts.

All this happens so quickly I don’t have time to react beyond stepping away from Jensen as he heaves, doubling over and rasping, “You prick.”

I might have missed it if I weren’t studying them so closely but when Ramsay gives Diem a look, and Diem turns away with a fierce frown, I spy the pain behind his eyes.

I recognize it because I see it every day in the mirror, but Ramsay draws my thoughts away when he steps up to me and smiles, which to be clear is creepy as fuck before brushing my hair behind my ear, and saying into the silence, “Sorry, Willow, I guess you’ll have to look further afield for dick. This one’s out of commission for a while.”

Snorting, I pull away from his touch, ignoring the way my body turns to liquid fire at the caress. Dick knows it too because his eyes light up while I narrow my own in preparation to lambast him.

Except, Sabrina chimes in with her annoying as fuck voice, “What?”

Once again, I raise my eyes to the sky because her presence is the icing on the fucked-up cake.

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