Page 2 of Ramsey & Emerson

Chapter 1

Ramsey~

It took everything that I had in me not to run down the fucking staircase and rush Miss Emerson Andrews; the pull that she had on me feltthatstrong and that insane.

Still, I’d found a way to manage it.

I casually strolled through the walkway, then down the stairs like I had all the fucking time in the world. I chatted briefly with whoever said hi, and I even took a detour through the kitchen to grab a beer. I’d had to do it to prove that I was still in control, even if I had set the beer right back down without taking a drink.

Because I was always in control.

However, when I wasn’t, my rage was ice cold rather than white hot. My mother claimed that it was because I was a sociopath, but my father claimed that it was because I’d been born to a sociopath-my mother. Little did they know that theybothsucked as parents. Besides, I knew that my father secretly liked that I was cold-hearted. My lack of feelings fit his agenda perfectly.

However, I was feeling right now.

Fuck yeah, I was feeling.

I was feeling all sorts of sick, sordid, twisted shit that a psychologist would probably have a field day with. Still, even with enough self-awareness to know that I was sick, it wasn’t enough to stop me from playing with my new prey.

I watched as the girls made their way into the edge of the living room. The place was packed, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they had to take their group outside to get comfortable. I also wouldn’t be surprised if they were immediately surrounded by guys once they did go outside. Bailey and her sidekicks, Evelyn and Christa, looked like the typical rich, perfectly proportioned teenage dream.

Bailey was on the tall side with legs that went on for days. Her red hair was dyed to flamed perfection, and it never turned that awful shade of orange. She had no hips to speak of, but the size of her tits helped a man to ignore that flaw. Though they weren’t real, ask any teenage boy, or grown ass man for that matter, and they would easily tell you that we didn’t give a fuck if theywere real or not; tits were tits. Now, there was no doubt that Bailey was pretty with her green eyes and delicate face, but I could point out ten other girls in this room alone that matched her beauty and body.

Evelyn and Christa were no different. They were both blonde, but with Evelyn’s golden locks being kissed with a lot more paleness. Also, their bodies were just as perfectly bought as Bailey’s was. All three girls were equally stunning, but all three failed by comparison to the short, thick, curvy brunette that looked to not have an ounce of fucking makeup on.

I finally crossed through the crowd of people, making my way towards the girls, and Bailey was all ready to pounce before I’d even stopped in front of them.

“Hey, Ramsey, how’s it going?” she asked sweetly.

I ignored her question, then went straight for the start of the game. I looked over at Emerson, and my brown eyes locked onto a pair of wary grey ones. “Who’s this?” I asked Bailey, nodding my head in Emerson’s direction.

Bailey did nothing to disguise the irritation on her face or in her voice. I knew that it bothered her that Emerson had my attention, but I didn’t care. As pretty as Bailey was, I had never bathed in her toxic waters, and I never would.

“This is Emerson, my cousin,” she answered. “She’s the one whose dad killed her mom, then had nowhere to go, so my mother had to take her in.”

No one said a word at the cold recap of what had to be an emotional tragedy for Emerson. Bailey had confirmed the rumors as if she’d been discussing a war in the Middle East; unaffected and unconcerned because it had nothing to do with her.

I’d kept my eyes on Emerson the entire time that Bailey had been talking, and the girl had a hell of a poker face; she hadn’t flinched, paled, or had dropped any tears. She’d held my gaze, looking back at me like she was daring me. Daring me to do what? I didn’t know. However, the lift of her chin had my dick harder than fucking steel. Even when I’d been in the infancy of puberty and could never keep the motherfucker down, I still hadn’t ever felt this hard.

My eyes raked over her person, and I didn’t hide my perusal of her body in the least. I took in her waist-long brown hair and saw wisps of it ending over her ass. Her brows were a perfectly matching shade of brown, and they were arched to give attitude. Her grey eyes were outlined by lashes that I would have thought were fake if it weren’t for the fact that I’d been right; the girl didn’t have a stitch of fucking makeup on.

Granted, it wasn’t like she needed it.

Her skin was a flawless porcelain complexion, and the rest of her face was made up of a narrowed button nose, high cheekbones, and a pair of fullpink lips that would look like heaven wrapped around my cock with saliva dripping from them. The very thought had me almost reaching down to shift my twitching dick in front of her.

At any rate, my eyes kept traveling downward, and my mouth salivated at the size of her rack. Emerson was standing at only about five-foot-two-inches, and the curves that she was sporting on a body that short made her look all fucking woman.

Even though still a teenager, I was already standing at a six-foot-two, and my body was proportioned to my height. However, even as big as my hands were, Emerson’s tits would still spill over my fingers as I held them. I could also picture my dick sliding through them with ease as her tongue flicked out to taste the head of my cock.

As I kept taking inventory, I noticed that her waist was drawn in, but I couldn’t make out much else about it. While every other girl at the party was wearing the skimpiest outfit that they could find and still be legally clothed, Emerson was wearing a plain white t-shirt that hit her mid hip, a pair of black jeans, and a simple pair of white sandals. This girl hadn’t dressed up for anyone, and it was hard not to admire that kind of confidence.

As my eyes kept traveling south, I saw that her jeans encased a pair of hips that flared out like she’d given birth already. This female had a pair of hips made to dig your fingers into, and they tapered into a juicy set of thighs, then down to a pair of feet with bright blue polish on the toes. Emerson Andrews had been created to be fucked, and to be fucked thoroughly and painfully.

Still not sparing Bailey a glance, I clarified what I’d meant. “No. What I mean is, what is she doinghere?Who invited her?”

Evelyn and Christa froze, and like the disloyal bitches that they were, they let Bailey fend for herself. “I…I didn’t…uhm, I didn’t know that it was invite-only, Ramsey.” Then she went for sympathy. “My mom made me bring her. I couldn’t come without her.”

I watched in fascination as Emerson’s head turned towards Bailey. “Oh, really?” she asked, her voice void of all emotion, betraying nothing. “Because wasn’t ityoupushing me to come to this party? Wasn’t ityouwho insisted that I’d have fun, and that I justhadto come?”

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