Page 59 of Ramsey & Emerson

Still, the lines were all blurry, and I couldn’t make sense of any of it. I wanted his strength, and I loved how there was a touch of violence in everything that he did. Ramsey was unstable, and that turned me on like nothing that I’d ever felt before. Nevertheless, what had happened at school had been blatant humiliation. It’d had nothing to do with his simmering brute violence. What he’d done to me was unimaginable and dangerous.

“Do you know the first thing that I did when I walked out of Windsor that morning?” I saw the clench in his jaw, but he refrained from asking what. “That’s okay,” I sneered. “I’ll tell you anyway. I drove home, took a scalding hot shower, then had headed over to Roselyn’s where she proceeded to drive me to a health clinic in town.” I studied his face for any signs of remorse, but he was like a stone before me. “I went through the entire humiliating ordeal of having to tell the doctor what happened. He immediately drew my blood, then sent it to get tested for every STD that he could think of.”

His demeanor finally cracked, and he had to avert his eyes away from my face.

Good.

I stood there, wondering if he was going to comment, but then he took this discussion to crazy town. He let go of my arm, then reached back to remove his shirt.

What the hell?

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, completely bewildered.

“What does it look like?” he countered, not answering me at all.

“It looks like you’re taking off your clothes,” I snapped. “My question iswhy?”

Ramsey was standing before me with no shirt on, and I couldn’t lie, it was distracting. “So that it doesn’t matter what your test results are,” he stated as casually as could be.

I couldn’t conceal the shock on my face.

He could not be serious.

What in the ever-lovin’ fuck?

Ramsey was willing to put his health at risk to breach the gap between us, and I just couldn’t make heads or tails out of that level of insanity. I mean, I knew that Ramsey was unstable, but this was something else altogether.

“Are you insane?”I mean, the question needed to be asked.

The sonofabitch looked me straight in the eye as he said, “I love you, Emerson. I know you probably don’t believe me, and I don’t blame you if youdon’t. But I love you, and my future is with you. Nothing is going to keep me from you, including anything you might…anything that might be wrong.”

Nothing had ever felt so good as when I slapped him a second time. My palm stung like a bitch, but fuck Ramsey Reed.

“Fuck you, Ramsey,” I seethed. “Fuck you and get the hell out of my house.”

You would have thought that after two slaps to the face and a ‘fuck off’ that he’d turn and leave, but no.

That’s not what happened at all.

Ramsey stepped towards me, took my face in his hands, then crushed his lips to mine. It took all of three seconds for my brain to process what he was doing, but once it did, I went full-blown crazy on him. I swung, kicked, hit, beat, and did my very best to escape his embrace. I even bit his lip until I tasted blood, but the crazy motherfucker bit me back, and that’s when shit got really sick and twisted between us.

This was what I knew. This was what was comfortable for me. Being back in Hantover, back in the exact trailer where I’d grown up, working in the same place that I’d worked before…it was like déjà vu. Only this time, it was me and Ramsey going at each other, instead of my mom and dad. The other glaringly obvious difference? Ramsey’s ruthlessness was turning me on when it shouldn’t be.

My mind was screaming at me to run; to run far, far away because this boy was going to destroy me. However, I already knew that. He had already destroyed me. Ramsey had already had me on my knees, begging for a reprieve. He had already had me sobbing uncontrollably in his arms as my heart had broken and my pride had taken a beating.

I’d always been disgusted by women that forgave so easily. Women that loved a man more than they loved themselves. Women that would just take the abuse. However, here I was, letting my body convince my mind that Ramsey wasn’t as bad as he truly was.

With our tongues coated in each other’s blood, my hands went for the button and zipper on his jeans as his hands went to the hem of my t-shirt. We broke apart long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head, and then after that, it was a chaos of hands and arms, clothing being discarded everywhere.

I also cried.

Christ, how I cried.

Still, the obvious emotional duress that I was feeling wasn’t enough to stop us. Within a couple of minutes, we were both completely naked, and Ramsey was walking us back towards the bedroom. Because the trailer was so small, the journey towards the bedroom only took a matter of a few steps. So,all too soon-or not soon enough-I was on the bed with Ramsey’s large body looming over me, his hips forcing my legs to open wide. He felt so good, and he was a weakness that I wanted to kill myself over.

“Ramsey-” I was going to say more, but his beautiful brown eyes were holding mine captive, and his gaze didn’t waver as he slammed his entire length into my opening. I squeezed my eyes shut as I threw my head back.“Ramsey…”

I felt him reach back, then hook my left knee over his arm, and it was all over after that. Ramsey had my body spread wide for him, and he was crashing into me like his life depended on it. He was ravishing me like he was going out of his mind.

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