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Ramsey’s breath was hot on my ear as his free arm came around my front, and his hand slid up my stomach and chest, to cup my jaw and push my head back. It’d been slow, seductive, calculating, and destructive. Destructive to everything I’d been fighting all week.
He didn’t utter a word, and neither did I, as his other hand went to work on the button of my jeans. I closed my eyes in resignation because my body was screaming for this.
For him.
His lips pressed against the skin behind my ear as my ponytail gave him access to everything. My eyes fell closed, and the second the flat of his hand slid into the waistband of my panties, the heated sensation ripped a deep, low moan from my chest.
The camera fell from my hand as Ramsey’s lips and tongue tasted my skin and his hand slid further south until his fingers were spreading me open. My head fell back against his chest, and I gave this to him. He didn’t deserve it, and I was probably making the biggest mistake of my life, but gave in.
My hips bucked as Ramsey played with my wetness. My breathing turned into full-blown pants as he slipped a finger inside of me, making me feel full. While Ramsey wasn’t the first guy to ever do this to me, he was the first who had me almost begging him not to stop.
Losing myself to the sensations, I could hear Ramsey’s breaths beating a rough tattoo against my skin. I could also feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into the small of my back. His left hand was tightening around my neck as his right hand continued to play with my body. Soon, another finger joined in with the first, and Ramsey was stretching me so deliciously, I knew I’d let this damaging boy behind me do anything he wanted to me.
I no longer tried to disguise my moans, and they quickly joined the sounds of the trees, birds, and winds surrounding us. Ramsey’s rhythm was one of absolute confidence and experience and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded all over his hand and fingers.
When a third finger joined in, the painful pinch sent me skyrocketing, and my hands latched onto the forearm rubbing against my stomach, and I held on as my body trembled and shook with the blinding sensations of pleasure ricocheting all throughout my body.
I wasn’t embarrassed by the cries ripping from my throat or the way my body was trying to pull him in deeper. I wasn’t embarrassed that I gave in so easily, or that he hadn’t even been made to apologize for what an asshole he’d been. I was embarrassed about nothing.
Forgetting how bad he was for me, I let Ramsey bring me to the edge a second time, only, this time, it was his name that echoed throughout the trees surrounding us, and the growl he let out against my ear was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
As my body quaked and shuttered, the hand around my throat tightened painfully, while the fingers of his other hand kept running softly up and down through my folds. Ramsey’s voice sounded angry and violent as he whispered in my ear, “I willneverlet you go, Lake.” My body twitched as a finger rub against my too-sensitive clit. “I will never fucking let you go,” he repeated. “I don’t care if you’re mad at me. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if I have to fight with you every single day for the rest of our fucking lives.” He removed his hand from my pants, brought it up, and smeared my release all over my lips. His voice turned into a vicious snarl as he said, “You aremine,Lake. You are mine, and I am yours, and there will never be anyone else, for either one of us, ever fucking again.”
My body collapsed against his in relief because, now, I knew what this was.
This was his apology.
This was Ramsey’s way of apologizing for what he’d said about Erica. And it was his way of letting me know that cheating would never be an issue between us.
And I had to be the stupidest female on the planet because I believed him.
Chapter 23
Ramsey~
It wasn’t enough.
I held Lake compliant in my arms, her scent on my fingers, my dick rock hard, and my mind falling over the edge.
I hadn’t been sure what she was going to do when I had invaded her privacy again, but when Maddox had told me he’d done some more snooping, and he had informed me that her parents had reservations in Rosario this coming weekend, I knew I had to find her and talk to her.
The plan had been to give her some space, but that all changed with the possibility of having her all to myself for three days. According to Maddox, her parents’ reservations were from Thursday through Sunday, so that gave me Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night with her. And even if I couldn’t wrangle Thursday night out of her because we had school on Friday, that still gave me Friday and Saturday with her.
So, armed with that information, I’d had Mad immediately track her locations on her phone, and had sought her out. When I pulled up and saw her car, I had honestly expected another fight. I had expected her to yell at me and tell me to leave her alone again. I had expected anger, fire, and a little bit of violence, truth be told.
I hadn’t expected indifference.
I hadn’t expected Lake to look at me with tired emptiness.
When she had turned to walk away from me, I knew if I had let her go, she’d be lost to me. So, I used the one advantage I had.
My touch.
I knew Lake was attracted to me, and that had been the only card I had to play. And because Dash was right, and I was a manipulating bastard, I had played it. But my plan had backfired because now I wanted more.
Ineededmore.
Turning Lake around in my arms, I ran my hands up her neck until I was cradling her perfect fucking face. Her eyes were lidded, her face flushed, and she looked like she wanted more.
