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Still, neither experience had left me bitter or hurt because I hadn’t really felt any true emotions for either boy. However, they had made me familiar with lust and yearning. I could never forget the feeling of Alex’s fingers entering my body for the first time. It’d been the best kind of sensation, and it’d been a miracle that I hadn’t turned into a full-blown slut just to chase that feeling of pleasure again. Alex had also been the only boy to ever make me orgasm. His fingers had been skilled, and I knew that he was making whatever girl was in his bed a happy camper.

Still, all that paled in comparison to the lust and yearning that had swept throughout my body by just beingnearRamsey Friday night. His anger and forcefulness were dangerous, but I still found myself craving it. I had no idea what could have happened in his life to make him wear his anger like that, but Ramsey Reed was angry about something. His personality was bigger than money and power; it was bigger than being a bully just because he could be.

He had rage pumping through his life’s blood, and my sick, damaged, starved soul longed to have him take it out on me. That was another sin that I could lay at my father’s feet. Had he been a caring, loving, decent husband and father, I wouldn’t crave brute force like I did. Plus, even though my mind knew exactly what my damage was, it had no control over how my body felt about the topic. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told Bailey that I didn’t want Ramsey Reed to be interested in me. It would be stupid and reckless if he were, and we would destroy each other if we ever met in the middle.

I stared down at my empty plate, wondering how I was going to avoid him tomorrow. Hell, avoid him for the next nine months. I needed to graduate to have any kind of chance at a decent life. However, something told me that I’d be running away from this place in a measly couple of weeks on my birthday.

Chapter 5

Ramsey~

Iwas sitting on the hood of my Range Rover, my feet on the bumper, my knees supporting my elbows, as I scanned the parking lot for Emerson.

It was the first day of school, and I’d shown up early to browbeat the school counselor into telling me everything that he knew about the girl. Truth be told, it hadn’t taken much. I had walked into his office, then had demanded to see Emerson’s schedule. After only a half-ass feeble attempt to talk to me about privacy, he had finally handed it over.

When I’d seen that we only had four out of seven classes together, I had tried to force him to change her schedule, but he’d held steadfast on that refusal. It wasn’t until he had explained that she couldn’t graduate if he changed her schedule that I finally relented and made do with the four classes. Luckily, one of the four classes that we shared was first period, so I was waiting in the parking lot for her because we were going to walk into that classtogether.

After Liam and Deke had left my house yesterday evening, I’d sat up most of the night, deciding how I was going to play out this insane attraction that I had towards Emerson. I knew that she wanted nothing to do with me, but I wasn’t going to give her a choice in the matter.

She was too fun a game not to play.

I looked over when a dull, rusted, grey Pontiac pulled into the parking lot. Hell, everyone looked over at the mess pulling up. The car didn’t belong here, just like the girl that opened the driver’s side door didn’t belong here. Emerson was dressed in the school’s mandatory uniform, and the image of her screamed in contrast to her car.

She also had her chocolate locks pinned up on the top of her head in a lazy-looking bun, and while I couldn’t make out the details of her face, I would bet my left nut that she wasn’t wearing any makeup again. Something told me that Emerson showed up here today with a big ‘fuck you’ decorating her entire body.

I watched as she walked towards the school’s entrance, and I knew that it probably irritated the fuck out of her that she would have to pass us to enterthe school’s building. Still, I was loving the view, regardless of the attitude in her stride.

The school’s uniform for the girls was made up of a light blue collared button-up shirt with either short sleeves or long. Emerson was wearing the short-sleeved version, even though the air was a little crisp this morning. The girls also had an option of wearing a dark blue pleated skirt or wearing dark blue slacks. However, the slacks were unflattering, so most of the school’s female population opted for the skirt, even in cold weather. Emerson had chosen the skirt, and my dick had taken quick notice. She had also polished off her look with the same white sandals that she’d worn on Friday night.

As she passed, I almost jumped off the hood of my car, then rushed her. That’s how fucking insane her pull on me was. In this moment, I wanted nothing more than to flip her skirt up, rip off her panties, then fuck her until she couldn’t live without me inside her.

Emerson had just passed in front of me when I jumped off the hood of my car, then called out to her. “Hey, Charity?”

She kept on walking, but not without raising her hand, then lifting her middle finger towards me first, and if my dick hadn’t already been twitching…well, it was rock hard now.

Much like Friday night, I ran after her again, not giving a fuck about the waves of gasps and whispers that followed afterwards. I knew that everyone was engrossed with my fascination with Emerson, but I didn’t care; I didn’t answer to them. Hell, I didn’t answer to anyone, not even my parents.

Emerson had just made it inside the building when I came up behind her. I grabbed her by the arm, then pushed her up against the nearest wall. I flattened my hands up against the brick on either side of her head, caging her in. However, I really overstepped when I pushed the front of my body against her back, pinning her trapped between me and the wall. I made sure that I nestled my hardened cock against her lower back, letting her know just how hard I was for her.

I leaned down, and instead of biting into her neck with all the access that her pinned up hair gave me, I traced the outline of her ear with my breath. “Not even going to say good morning?” I asked mockingly.

Her chest started heaving, and her body sank into mine with each breath. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to get through the day without justfucking taking her. Now, while I’d done a lot of brutal shit in my life, wanting to take Emerson without her permission was new, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Get off me,” she seethed through clenched teeth.

“You have no idea just how badly I’d love to get off on you, Emerson,” I chuckled in her ear.

Her breath hitched, and it made the tip of my dick leak. However, the school’s entrance was filled with students enraptured by the scene being played out. No one was in a hurry to get to their first class of the day, and that was the only reason that my hand wasn’t already up her skirt.

In an unexpected move, Emerson threw her full weight back against my chest, and the move created enough space for her to turn around and face me. She looked up at me, and her grey eyes had darkened into a weathered pewter, and she had to be the most beautiful thing that I’d ever seen in my entire fucking life.

She lifted her chin as she retorted, “I already told you, Ramsey. I’m not interested in what you think is a good time. I prefer men to boys.”

I smiled.

I couldn’t help it.

She could stand there all day and tell me that she was unaffected by me, but I knew better. While her face gave nothing away, her body spoke for her. I reached out, then placed both of my hands on her hips, pulling her body towards mine. She gasped, but I ignored her shocked outrage. I had a point to make here, and she wasn’t going to stop me from making it.

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