Page 61 of Ramsey & Emerson

“Ramsey…wh…what…”

I grabbed the back of her thighs, then pushed them up against her stomach until I could see her reddened asshole. Ignoring her confusion, I worked my dick back into her ass, then holding her in place, I slammed back inside her.

Emerson reached back, then grabbed the headboard in a white-knuckled grip. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and her neck bared open for me. Her tits bounced with every push of my cock into her ass, and I knew that I’d never seen a more magnificent sight in all my life.

I was going to record this one day.

I let go of one of her thighs, and when I sunk two of my fingers into her pussy, Emerson’s head reared up, her eyes snapping open. “Oh, fuck…oh, God…Ramsey…”

It took an insane amount of praying, but I managed to hold on to my rhythm and make her cum again before I couldn’t fight off the tingles in the base of my balls any longer. As soon as Emerson screamed my name and flooded my fingers, I let out a vicious roar as I unloaded everything that I had in her ass.

Once I was completely empty, I collapsed on the bed beside her, and the only sounds in the tiny trailer were our harsh breaths as we tried to recuperate. I had just fucked Emerson’s pussy and ass to orgasm, and it’d been the best sex of my life. Hell, it’d been the besteverythingof my life.

After a few minutes of recovery time, my arm shot out, then gathered her limp body to rest on mine. “Now tell me that you don’t love me anymore,” I demanded.

The girl didn’t disappoint. “Sex doesn’t equate to love, Ramsey,” she retorted right before she went for the knees. “Besides, I’ve just recently been introduced to sex. It’s a pleasure that I’m still trying to capture and understand. Don’t flatter yourself, Ramsey. Now that I’m no longer a virginanywhere,any guy will do if I’m itching to get fucked.”

I almost rolled over, then strangled her to death.

I was also pretty sure that’s what she’d been expecting.

Instead, I called bullshit. “You can tell me and yourself that all you want, Emerson, but I know you’re lying.” I tightened my hold on her. “I’ve done the most unforgiveable things to you, and not only did you still open your legs for me, but you bent over and let me fuck your ass like a seasoned whore. Plus, if that wasn’t proof enough that you still love me, the fact that you’re letting me hold you like this afterwards sure is. Fuck buddies and whores don’t cuddle, Emerson.”

She wrestled herself out of my hold, then scrambled off the bed. I didn’t miss her wince as she went over to the closet to pull out a t-shirt to cover herself with. I sat up on the bed, then waited patiently for what she was going to throw at me next.

“That…” She pointed towards me and the bed. “…was nothing. It was just sex,” she insisted.

I couldn’t stop the growl emerging from my throat. “Nothing we’ve ever done to each other has beenjustanything, Emerson. No matter how good or how bad, it’s always meant something.” I jerked my chin towards her legs. “My cum is dripping down your thighs as we speak,” I pointed out. “I’ve cum in your mouth, in your pussy, all over your skin, and now in your ass. Sometimeswithoutthe benefit of protection, and youletme. You’ve let me inside your body countless times with no concern for the consequences ofwhat could happen.” I felt like I was fighting for my life here.“Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t love me!”

Her eyes started spilling over, and I knew that it was because she knew that I was right. She confirmed it with her next words, but it wasn’t the victory that I’d been hoping for. “Even if I did still love you, it doesn’t mean that I should be with you. You’re toxic, Ramsey, and I’ve seen firsthand what can happen to a woman that chooses a toxic love story above everything else.”

Stunned, I stared up at her, and it was in this moment that I realized what I’d been asking of her. Parents weren’t important to me because I’d never really had any. My parents made cameo appearances in my life, at best. However, Emerson…Emerson had lived a life where her parents had been a major influence on her, proven by the fact that she got off on how forceful I got with her. She had lived a life of terror and violence, one that had ultimately led to losing the one person in the world that she had loved most.

She was right.

I was toxic.

I stood up, then silently walked around her towards the living room. I didn’t look at her as I gathered my clothes, then started dressing. Icouldn’tlook at her. My shame and selfishness were threatening to choke me, and I needed a moment to figure out my next move.

“What now?” she asked from the short hallway.

I was slipping on my shoes, still not looking at her. “I leave, Emerson.” God, the words felt like I was gargling on broken razors. “I leave, and you…you be happy.”

She gasped, and that little sound sounded like she was both surprised and hurt that I was giving her what she’d asked for. “You’re leaving?”

I finally pulled my balls out of her purse, then looked at her. “Your father, everyone at Windsor,me…don’t allow us to matter anymore, Emerson. Be happy despite not knowing how to be or having ever been.” I felt like my purpose for living was fading away with each word out of my mouth. “You are bigger, better, and more important for this world than any of us will ever be.” I stepped towards her, then placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Looking down at the crown of her head, I said, “I love you, Emerson. I love you more than I ever thought was possible for a person like me. But you’re right, I am toxic. And there was a time when I wanted to take you down with me, but I don’t want that anymore.”

While I had more to say, my words didn’t matter. They were for me, so that I could find a way to live with myself after what I’d done to this incredible girl. Emerson didn’t need my words to move on from me. She needed nothing from me to move on. Emerson Andrews was the strongest person that I’dever met, and I had no doubt that wherever she went to from here, she’d succeed. She might never make it rich, or live in a mansion, or create the next world-changing app, but she’d be happy. She’d be happy because she didn’t need anything or anybody; Emerson would be happy in life with whatever life blessed her with.

I turned towards the door, then walked out without looking back, and the entire drive back to Sands Cove, I tortured myself with possible scenarios of how Emerson would have responded had I stuck around. Every mile back to Sands Cove felt like the distance to the fucking sun, which seem appropriate since I felt like I was burning from the inside out.

Chapter 36

Emerson~

Ifelt like the biggest fool on the planet being parked in the student parking lot at Windsor.

After Ramsey had left, I’d fallen victim to another breakdown. I had cried myself to sleep, and I hadn’t awoken until the pounding at my door woke me. A part of me had been afraid that Ramsey had come back, and the other part had wished that he’d had. However, when I had finally answered it, I’d been swept up in a pair of old, safe, familiar arms. After Scott had put me down and come inside, Henry and Sally had followed him.

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