Hustle Him (Bank Shot Romance #2) (14 page)

After some time had passed, he turned around, forcing me to let go of my hold on him. His eyes were red and his face was soaked with his emotional breakdown. He said nothing, so I grabbed him by the hand and we sat down on the couch side by side. I could tell that he didn’t want to talk. I kept his hand in mine and put my other hand over it.

Ramsey caught me off guard when he started talking. “It was cold that night. We’d just left a party at one of our new neighbors houses. The snow was falling when we left, but I was certain that I could get us home safe.” He paused and wiped his face again with his opposite hand. “I promised Katie that we could build a snowman in the morning. We were talking about decorating it, and in a matter of seconds, they were gone. They were right next to me, Vessa. I cried out to them, over and over and they wouldn’t answer me. My body was pinned down and I couldn’t see them. I told the people to save them first. I told them to let me go.” He began to cry again. “I killed them Vessa. My wife and daughter died because of me.”

“It’s not your fault. Ramsey, it was a terrible accident. You can’t blame yourself for
what happened that night.”

He looked up with eyes full of tears. “They died because of me. Katie never got to build that snowman.” He stood up and kicked the table. “All she wanted was a fucking snowman.” Ramsey’s knees got weak and he sat back down beside me. This time, I pulled his head into my chest and let him cry. I could feel his warm tears running down my skin.

To be honest, I’d never seen a grown man so overcome by emotions. Gavin had cried the first time I wanted to separate, but it didn’t compare to this situation. I ran my hands through the hair that I had fantasized about for weeks, except it was for comfort instead of a turn on.

Once he had finally calmed down enough. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he finally came out, he leaned against the wall and looked right at me. I’d folded my hands and was just sitting there, wondering what in the hell had got me to this very moment. “Are you okay?”

He shrugged.

“I’ve been better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I knew. I wanted you to tell me yourself.”

“That probably would have never happened, especially since I said I never wanted to see you again. The thing is, you were bound to find out. It was only a matter of time before
Sue found out and told you. Word travels through small towns.” He sat back down next to me, but looked forward. “I didn’t want to your pity. I know what happed that night. I just can’t hear one more person tell me how sorry they are. They have no idea what it’s been like for me. I couldn’t face it. It’s why I moved out here in the first place.”

“I won’t tell anyone. The news will blow over anyway. In a few weeks there will be some teenager knocked up by the pastor’s son, or something.”

An air filled chuckle escaped him. “Maybe. They will still know though.”

“Did you really think that you could live out the rest of your life without anyone knowing?” I reached out for his hand, but he pulled away.

“Honestly?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“For the longest time, I didn’t want to live. I didn’t get why God was punishing me, keeping me here. I mean, how could he let them die and keep me alive? They were so innocent. They didn’t deserve to die.”

“My mother died a while back. She was my very best friend. It wasn’t an accident that took her. It was cancer. Anyway, the reason I am telling you this is because, right before she died, I said the same thing. She told me that this life on earth was just a test for us to go to heaven. She said that the true at heart die young because they don’t need to live the trial like others. I thought it was just her medication making her say things, but after she passed, I looked around the hospital at all of those young children battling cancer. That’s when I understood what she was saying and started to believe it myself. I don’t know what you believe, Ramsey, and maybe saying this might make you hate me even more, but I have to believe that your girls are in a better place. They’d want you to be happy in this life, for however long you have it. You’ll see them again one day and all the time that has passed will mean nothing.”

He smiled, but remained quiet for a moment. We sat in silence.

I was pretty certain he was going to pick me up and carry me outside to my car.

Instead, he grabbed my hand and started playing with it. “You’re the first person that I’ve talked to about this. Your mom sounds like a great woman. I can see how her and Sue were sisters. They have a way with people, don’t they?”

“That they do.”

“Can I ask you something?”

I smiled and watched him playing with my hand. “Anything.”

“Was last night our first kiss?”

I felt shamed again. He was starting to remember little details and of course, that was one of the first to come back to him. “I think you know the answer.”

“I don’t remember much. I went into work that morning like every other day. When I found out that the paper had printed that article, I left and bought every damn copy that I could find. That’s when I started hitting the bottle so hard. Please tell me that I didn’t make a fool out of myself. Did I hurt you or try to do something that you didn’t want to do?”

I almost laughed out loud. “Of course not! It was wrong of me to let you think I was your wife. I know you
never would have kissed me otherwise. You were just so messed up and I didn’t want you to get upset. I had no idea how you would react. Besides, do you really think I would have wanted to kiss you the next day if you hurt me in any way? Ramsey, I …I just want us to be friends. I like you…more than I probably should be admitting.”

He finally turned his body and faced me. My hand was still in his. He looked down at it and then scrunched up his face, like he was in pain. “I like you too, Vessa. That’s why we shouldn’t be friends.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Every time I look at you, I feel like I’m cheating on my wife.”

There was nothing that I could say to that. I couldn’t talk my way out of it. So instead of saying something that could hurt his feelings, or my own, I just sat there.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I know you have enough on your plate,” he replied.

“I didn’t plan on falling for you, Ramsey.” Tears were forming and I was too afraid to look at him to see his reaction.

“We can’t be together. I still love her. I can’t stop.” His grip tightened, like he was breaking up with me, but not yet willing to let me walk away.

I nodded. It wasn’t like I didn’t understand. How could he not love her anymore? She was his life. “I know.” I stood up and pulled my hand out of his. I felt a chill overwhelm me. It was like his comforting hands had made me feel safe for the first time in my life. I’d never felt anything like that before. “I should probably go.”

He stood up and followed me to the door. I could see in his eyes that he was just as confused as me. “I wish it could be different, Vessa.”

“Yeah,” I cried, “me too.”

Once I hit the porch, I never looked back on my way to my car. I don’t think that I realized how much I wanted Ramsey Towers, until that happened. It was so intense and I couldn’t explain the connection that I felt to him.

It didn’t matter though. We couldn’t be together for so many reasons.

It just wasn’t meant to be.

Chapter 13

Ramsey

It felt like the walls of life were closing in on me.
I thought I would be angry for finding out that Vessa knew about my family. Instead, I felt relief. She sat there without judging me and took care of my pathetic ass.

I felt myself more attracted to her than ever before. Of course, this was after I told her that I could never be with her. I stood on the other side of my door, knowing damn well that I only had a matter of seconds to stop her from driving right out of my life for good.

Was I really willing to just let her go?

I thought back to the dream about Jules that had turned to Vessa. The overwhelming guilt was filled with need. Jules was in my head, but Vessa was real. She wanted to touch me. I wondered if she
could take away the pain, like Jules had always done.

When I heard the car start, I flung open the door a
nd went running. Vessa turned off her headlights when she saw me coming. She turned off the car and jumped out of it. I could tell that she was both hopeful and confused all at the same time. To explain without using words, I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips into hers.

Right from the start, our kisses were more intense than the ones from the night before. These were filled with emotion, and for the first time, we both were on the same page. I lifted Vessa up, allowing her to wrap her petite legs around my waist.
The palm of my hands were filled with her ass cheeks. I didn’t have to assume that my dick was hard as a rock already. That was a given. It had been too damn long since I’d been with someone.

Our kisses became ravenous on our way back inside the house.
I used my leg to kick the door closed on account of not being able to stop on our way to my couch. I sat down first, so that she was sitting on top of me. The weight of her body took the wind out of me, at first, when she sat on top of my erection. Her magic tongue licked me, while her sweet lips kissed from one ear to the other. Vessa didn’t need to seduce me. I wanted it so badly that my dick was aching to be inside of her.

She rocked her body back and forth, while bending back to enable me enough room to reach under her top. Her skin was warm to touch and it felt so good against my course hands. When I got to the underneath of her bra, and slipped my hands inside, she let out a giggle. I could tell she was sensitive, so I put more pressure as I moved my fingers up to her smooth nipples.

I couldn’t get over how smooth her skin felt and I just had to see what I was touching. Vessa seemed to get shy when I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her breasts half in and half out of her bra. I reached behind her back and unhooked it, pushing it out of my way. I know it seemed juvenile, but I actually licked my lips when I got the first look at her supple breasts. Her nipples weren’t fully erect and I couldn’t help but lean in and take them into my mouth, one at a time. She leaned back again; giving me the room I needed to explore every inch of both of her breasts. As I pulled away from one, I left a trail a saliva over the nipple. My lips puckered up and I blew air over it. When her nipple got even harder, she grinded herself into me and moaned.

I looked straight into her eyes. They were full of desire. She teased me with her tongue, not letting me kiss her full on the mouth. I met her tongue in the air and then sucked it into my mouth. Fingernails tickled my sides as Vessa reached down and got ahold of the ends of my shirt. She only had to tug once before I helped her remove it. There was nothing that I wanted more than to be naked and ready for her.

Her cotton pants gave me easy access to be able to slide my hand down into them. When my fingers reached her panties, she took my arm and pushed it the extra couple inches to be touching her sex. I explored her pussy with my fingers by separating her folds and using her wetness to glide inside. If her actions weren’t enough to drive me wild, her soaked pussy did me in for sure. I located her tiny bud and rubbed it back and forth. When she began bucking her body into my hand, I knew she was getting off. I kept rubbing at the same pace until she finally relaxed again. I hated pulling my hand out from her pants, but she needed to be naked. I didn’t know how much longer I could sit there without coming.

She slid off the couch and got down on her knees. Her hands were on the buttons to my pants and I lifted up so that she could pull everything off. I think Vessa was shocked when she saw me fully erect. Her eyes got big for a second, before she stood up and wiggled out of her pants. Her pussy felt smooth, but to see it all shaved was another thing all together. I reached my hand out and slipped two fingers inside of her folds again. Once I got my finger inside, I used it to pull her closer to me.

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Vessa got this look on her face that seemed almost
ornery. “I’ve never wanted someone this much.” She climbed back up onto my lap and let her own juices lubricate the tip of my shaft. If I said that the very first thrust wasn’t one of the best feelings of my life, I’d be lying. It took everything I had not to prematurely ejaculate.

I wanted it to last, but was too damn turned on to be in control. The more Vessa moved, the closer I was to finishing. “You have to slow down. I’m never going to be able to pull out in time.”

“I can’t help it. Kiss me, Ramsey. Please kiss me.”

While our tongues began to mingle again, I pulled her ass into each of her thrusts. Her tits bounced up and down with every movement. It forced me to close my eyes, because it turned me on too much. She leaned in closer to me, letting her hard nipples drag over my own chest. Her nails ran up and down my sides
and then back around my neck. With one arm holding on to my shoulder, she leaned the other back and started riding me like a bull rider.

It was in that instant where I finally lost control. My senses went awry and I was overcome by my explosive release. I held Vessa still until I was able to regain some composure. She giggled and let her head fall into my chest. Her fingernails tickled my arms as she moved them up and down. I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her back. I’d prevented myself from experiencing this for too long. Jules would want me to live, I knew she would have. It was just so much easier said then done.