Page 44 of Resurrecting the Enemy
“You figured I’d,what?”
Meeting my eyes again, she said, “Jerking off seems kind of…juvenile for someone like you.” She shrugged. “I figured you’d probably insist on a blowjob.”
I had to count to ten.
Staring down at this girl, who had me tied up in fucking knots, I had to count to ten before I strangled the fuck out of her.
Finally mastering the urge to murder her, I addressed her comment. “You thought I’dinsiston a blowjob to even the score?” I asked. “Is that right?”
“That’s what guys think is fair, isn’t it?”
I counted to ten again, but, this time, I fixed her zipper and refastened the button on her jeans as I did it. When I was done, I said, “Let me clarify a couple of things, Lake.” She winced, and though small, I still noticed. “If we’re talking about fair, jerking me off is what’s comparable to finger fucking you.” Her face turned beet red again, and I knew it was because I was talking so crudely, but she needed to get used to it. Once I got her naked, she was going to really hear some fucked-up shit. “And what’s comparable to a blowjob is my face in your pussy.”
“Rams-”
I cut her off by continuing to talk over her. “And, obviously, fucking is a mutual fairness,” I told her. “But, eventually, you’ll always hold the edge over me in the bedroom.”
“What…what do you mean?” she asked hesitantly.
I ran my thumb over her bottom lips as I broke the news to her. “Because there’s only one other thing that comes after fucking, and there’s no way I’ll ever be able to even the score for it.”
She inclined her head, curious. “And what’s that?”
I leaned in, and whispered in her ear, “When I finally get you crawling on your hands and knees, so I can fuck that tight ass of yours, baby.”
My arm came around her just in time to catch her from falling.
Chapter 24
Lake~
It’s been almost a week since I’ve lost my goddamn mind, and I was pretty sure it was still lost.
After the whole anal sex bomb that lunatic had dropped on me, Ramsey had straightened me up, given me back my camera, put me in my mom’s car, and had sent me on my way. The entire time I hadn’t uttered a word because I hadn’t known what to say or think.
Hell, I still didn’t.
His crude account of the things he wanted to do to me had turned me on and also had weakened my knees. I’d never had someone talk to me like that, and the experience had added a whole other dimension to this thing between me and Ramsey.
But then, after that, it was immediate radio silence. I haven’t heard from Ramsey all week, and I didn’t know what to make of it. When Eden had suggested he might be giving me some space, I had told her about what happened while I’d been out taking pictures, and even she had started to believe that he might be playing games. She’d been so irritated, in fact, that she’d done her best to convince me to go to a party with her tonight, but I had declined. I had let this thing with Ramsey occupy too much of my time and thoughts that I’d fallen behind on photo projects for my college applications. Even though I’d already applied to my top two choices, I still needed some back up schools in case I didn’t get into the California Institute of Art or the Academy of Art University.
So, with my parents gone and Eden partying up a storm at Casey Jones’ house tonight, I was in my room, sitting in front of my computer, cataloging all my recent photos. Photography was the only thing that could get me out of my head, and I needed that distraction. With Ramsey leaving me alone all week, I was confused more now than ever.
And that was an eye-opener if that shit in the forest hadn’t been.
I missed him.
I could finally admit that I liked him, and I wanted him, and I missed him. And this was all probably after he finally realized I wasn’t worth the trouble. I mean, why would he leave me alone, otherwise?
Getting back to my pictures, I was ready to rid myself of all thoughts of Ramsey Reed Jr. and just clear my head. Not to mention, a few times at school this week, I had come across Curt and Erica in some heated discussions, and while I didn’t care, I still hated what they’d done to me, and sometimes, my mind wandered. But before I could get into my photography zone, a text came in.
Satan 2.0:Open the door
Me:What?
Satan 2.0:Ur front door. Open it
Me:Why?
