Page 6 of Ramsey & Emerson

“Including you?” I snarled. “Including Deke?”

“Jesus Christ, Ram,” Deke spoke up. “You know better than that.”

I let out a deep breath, then sat back down on the stool because Ididknow better than that. Liam, Deke, and I had all been inside the same girl before, but if one mattered, then we’d never crossed that line. The issue was that this was the first time that a girl had ever mattered to me-in any kind of capacity-so it was kind of new territory, and that’s why they were here. They were trying to figure out how they were supposed to play this, but how could I tell them anything whenIdidn’t even know how to play this?

I had not been ready for Emerson Andrews to fight back.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

The room fell into a complete silence until Deke broke it moments later. “Are we playing this by ear, then?”

I ran my hands up and down the top of my thighs as I looked at my best friends. “She doesn’t know the rules, and so she’s not going to play by them. I don’t see how I have any choice but to play it by ear for now.” They both nodded their heads in agreement. “Just know that however this goes, whatever is being played out, Emerson Andrews is mine andonlymine.”

Liam grinned. “I never thought I’d see the day where you didn’t have something or someone under control.” The asshole winked at me.

“Fuck you, Lee,” I replied.

“So, when you say yoooooours…?” Deke asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I mean that she’smine,Deke. Mine to torment, mine to play with, and mine to fuck,” I clarified. “No other guy touches her, or I’ll kill him.”

“Goddamn it,” Liam bit out as he handed Deke another bill.

“What the fuck now?” I asked.

Deke had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “I also bet Liam that, not only were you not going to share, but that she was more than just a warm pair of thighs for you to settle in between.”

I rolled my eyes.

Fucking Deke.

He smiled as he said, “Let’s go play some pool.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the smile on my face. These two guys were the only people in my life that I genuinely loved. My parents could go fuck themselves, and everyone else could suck my dick. Liam and Deke were my only real family.

“Go ahead,” I replied. “I’m going to shower, and then I’ll meet you guys in the game room.”

They both made their way out the door, leaving me to clean up my workout area. We had maids, but I wasn’t such an asshole that I couldn’t clean up my own mess. Besides, I was the only one living here on a permanent basis, so there wasn’t that much to clean, so much as the maids just dusted and shit.

I headed upstairs to my bedroom, then after stripping down, I walked into the en suite bathroom. I stood under the spray of hot water, then just let the pressure of the showerhead work on my shoulders and back. Alone with my thoughts, I couldn’t deny that Emerson Andrews had me tied up in fucking knots.

However, it was about more than just bringing her under my control. It was more than just a bullying tactic to boost my ego or assert my reign over this town and its people. I kept going back to the pull that I’d felt in my gut when I had first laid eyes on her. I’d been drawn to her, even before I’d known that she was a fighter.

I had been drawn to her mere presence, and when I had walked up to her in her plain clothes with no makeup, the buzzing in my brain and the rush of my blood had been an instant sign of something deeper than basic lust.

It’d also been all over once I’d been standing in front of her, really taking her in. Her face, her body, and her goddamn attitude had snared me. I grabbed a hold of my hardening dick, then replayed her voice over and over again in my head; her voice telling me how she liked to be fucked, and sooner than she would realize, I wouldn’t be needing to jack off anymore.

Chapter 4

Emerson~

It was only Sunday afternoon, but anxiousness was already coursing through my body at what tomorrow might bring. I hadn’t seen Bailey all day yesterday, and my aunt was off vacationing…well, somewhere.

It hadn’t taken long for me to learn that almost all the kids in this town were latchkey kids. Their parents were mostly absent, only showing up for holidays or whatnot, with some parents not even showing up at all. I had tried to imagine that kind of existence, but I couldn’t. While I wanted to murder my father with every fiber of my being, I had loved my mother very much, and I couldn’t imagine growing up without her.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I was in the kitchen fixing lunch, and I absolutely hated that I had to use their food. Growing up the way that I’d had, I had started working at the local diner when I’d been only fourteen-years-old. I had worked as a busboy first, then had worked my way up to waitressing. I had also paid my parents half of what I’d made, but I’d been able to save the rest for myself. So, when I’d been forced to come here, I’d been fortunate to have had some money to my name. However, it was pennies in comparison, and not destined to last long if I didn’t swallow some of my pride.

So, I had relented and had let Constance buy my school uniforms, but only because I hadn’t known what to buy, and the arrangement was that I’d pay her back. I had also managed to find a job in town at a quaint little café, and the deal was that I would work part-time after school. It wasn’t much, but there was no way that I would live off Constance. Plus, I’d have somewhere to be after school and not be stuck in this house with Bailey.

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