The Dragon (G.O.N.Y. - Double Dragon) (30 page)

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She’d never thought she’d be happy to go back to Ramsey’s Gwangju estate, but Jezebel couldn’t stop smiling when Ramsey helped her from the SUV and she began her trek to the front doors. Snow was everywhere, piled a few inches off the ground, so she leaned on Ramsey for support.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Hannah was fussing over her. In the five days she’d spent in the hospital, she’d seen Hannah daily, and each time, the woman had hovered over her. Today, she helped Jezebel remove her shoes and put on comfortable home slippers. Between Hannah and Delilah, Ramsey was brushed out of the way and reduced to coat-holder as they escorted her up the spiral staircase, past her bedroom, and into Ramsey’s.

Shock made her speechless at first, but Jezebel soon realized it was intentional. Even her clothes had been moved to his closet. Of course. Sarah had been shot in her room. It was probably still being cleaned, fumigated and whatever else they had to do in there. She barely resisted the urge to shudder. It was a good thing. She didn’t want to be in that room, not after what had happened there.

“Are you hungry?” Hannah asked as soon as she was dressed in comfortable clothes and under the covers.

That question had become rhetorical as of late. As her seventh month seemed to race up on her, Jezebel was always hungry. Even if she didn’t want a full on meal, she wanted a snack. Chips, cookies, M&Ms, anything that she could put in her mouth once it was both sweet and tart, were welcomed.

“She is,” Delilah answered, earning a scowl then a reluctant smile from her sister.

“What do you want?” Hannah asked.

“Barbeque chips?” Despite Ramsey telling Delilah not to give her chips, Delilah was her sister, and their blood ran thick. Of course she’d had a handful of the chips, always when Ramsey wasn’t there, but still.

Hannah lifted a brow. “I’m not sure we have those right now but one of the girls can go to the supermarket…”

“Pickles and peanut butter?”

The woman chuckled. “We definitely have that.” She stared at Jezebel for long moments and Jezebel suspected there was something she wanted to tell her, before she smiled and said, “I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, Hannah.”

“You’re very welcome, Jezebel.”

With that, she left the sisters alone.

Delilah approached her bed and sat on the edge. “I need a shower. My skin is crawling with how much I need a shower.”

“So take one.”

“I can shower in here if you don’t want to be alone,” Delilah offered, looking around. “I’m sure Ramsey won’t mind and even if he does―”

“I’m fine,” Jezebel assured, taking her sister’s hand. “Thank you for being my sister.”

“Aww,” Delilah murmured. “I don’t really have a choice.” She smirked.

“Oh, you’re hilarious, you know that?” Jezebel snorted and tossed her hand away. “Go shower, stinky.”

“The abuse I suffer for my sister,” Delilah sighed. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

“Take your time.” Jezebel sighed and lowered her voice. “She’s gone. We’re safe.”

Delilah nodded. “I know, but if you get lonely or anything, I’m just next door.”

“Go already!” She chuckled.

At her sister’s departure, she slid down into the massive bed and waited for Hannah. In that time, she thought about her new room: Ramsey’s room. She shouldn’t be shocked as Ramsey had spent every night of the last few weeks in her room, but she was still a bit frazzled. It wasn’t a guestroom. This was his room. His mother had escorted her into it… Was Ramsey’s family religious? Hannah? She briefly remembered a Catholic priest at Lily’s funeral. That memory led to her remembering Sarah, crying pitifully next to Bastian and Ramsey, knowing in the back of her head that she was responsible. Jezebel snarled. What a bitch. Her own daughter. As she grew angrier and angrier, Jezebel forced herself to think of other things. Baby names for example. She had no idea what she was going to name the little human inside of her. Maybe she should have one of those baby showers, have people give her ideas. First, she’d have to get back to America and be safe. Jezebel sighed.

Minutes later, Hannah returned with her snack, laid it on the bed next to her and pulled a chair close.

“I’m sorry.” Jezebel was on her second pickle when Hannah spoke.

“For what?”

“I always suspected…” Hannah broke off. “I knew there was something wrong with Sarah but I thought it was post-partum. I just thought she needed the attention, the validation because of that. I never thought it was this bad.” She shook her head. “I’m so sorry, Jezebel.”

“No one knew, Hannah. How could anyone when she was so good at hiding in plain sight?”

Hannah nodded. Jezebel went back to her pickles. “I’m glad my son has you.”

She froze, but gradually resumed her eating. “We’re not together.”

The older woman smiled secretively. “No?”

“No.” Jezebel looked around and wisely chose not to address the fact that she was in his room.

“Okay.” Hannah looked at her belly and her eyes twinkled. “I’m glad you’re the mother of my future
sohnja
, my grandbaby. You’re a strong woman, smart and kind too. I know with you as his mother, he’ll be just fine.”

Jezebel was touched. That sounded like approval from Ramsey’s mom. Not that it meant anything since her son was a mobster, but if he wasn’t, it could mean so much more. “Thank you, Hannah.”

“Is he very active?”

She nodded and ran a hand over the smooth bump. “Lately, he’s been very active, especially early in the morning and late at night.”

“That’s good.” Hannah smiled. “Active babies are usually healthy.”

The door opened behind her and Jezebel lifted her head to find Ramsey stepping in. Hannah took it as her cue to leave. With a kiss to her son’s cheek, she left them alone.

Ramsey smirked down at Jezebel. “Pickles and peanut butter so soon after your release?”

She ignored him, swirled her pickle into the peanut butter and bit down. “Yum.”

He lifted a brow and walked past her and the bed, to the closet. He was still holding her coat. After minutes passed with her staring at the closet door and no Ramsey emerging, Jezebel grew suspicious. What was he doing in there? She was about to ask when he walked out sans coat and suit. He’d dressed down in sweats and a sleeveless T-shirt. When he slid under the covers, and reached for her plate, she snatched it back and glared at him. Ramsey only grinned as he moved closer to her.

“What are you doing?” she finally asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“I’m not having sex with you.”

He laughed but quickly sobered at her expression. Instantly, she schooled her features. Just because she felt crestfallen, didn’t mean her face had to reflect it. Where had her poker face gone? “Jez, whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong.”

She turned away from him quickly and forced a smile. When had she become self-conscious? When Ramsey laughed in her face as if the thought of having sex with her hadn’t occurred to him? So, yes, just a few seconds ago.

Ramsey sidled up to her, hip to hip, and managed to take her plate of pickles. Before she could protest, he placed them on his lap and began to stroke her belly. “What are you thinking?”

“That you’re trying to keep me from my pickles.”

He snorted. “I know better.”

“Good.”

Jezebel felt a hard thump and looked down. She felt it again and next to her, Ramsey sprang into action, hoisting her shirt over her belly, placing the plate further away, getting to his knees above her and positioning his hands at the sides of her belly. It came again and excitement lit his face. Dimples appeared as he smiled wide, looking between her and her moving belly. Jezebel leaned back and watched him. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt a kick, but it was his first time. Ramsey had felt the shifts before as the baby turned or moved, but kicks had been rare until now.

He murmured something low in Korean and she smiled. “What did you say?”

“My little kick-boxer,” he answered, sliding his large hands all over her belly in the hopes of feeling another one. “Does it hurt?”

“No.” She smiled to reassure him. “It’s just surprising.”

Ramsey nodded and remained still for long seconds, waiting. Junior seemed to have found his position because the movement stopped. Ramsey moved back to his position next to her. He pulled the covers over her belly but his hand continued to stroke her naked skin.

“Pickles,” she muttered after long minutes passed in silence with him stroking her.

As he handed them to her, she realized her stash was waning. She only had two left. Grabbing the fattest one, she swirled it in the peanut butter, closed her eyes and continued her feast.

***

She was seducing him.

Ramsey stared in fascination as the pickle went into Jezebel’s mouth yet again, and emerged intact, without so much as a bite mark. She was licking off the peanut butter, slowly but surely. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed, and she was seducing him.

Stroking his hand down her belly, he slid his fingers into her pants and panties.

“Hey!” She turned to him, pickle in one hand.

“Hey what?” he murmured, spreading her sex apart with his fingers. She gasped, her eyes going wide as he traced a finger along her slippery slit. “You’re doing it on purpose.”

“I was eating my snack.” She seemed genuinely surprised.

He smirked. “I’d like my snack too.”

“What? You don’t even like it―oh!” She moaned as his finger slid into her sex. “Ramsey, what are you doing?”

Removing his fingers, he pushed the covers back, got between her legs and pulled her down so she was lying flat on her back. She gasped and stared at him with wide eyes and that pickle still gripped in her right hand. One fluid motion had her pants and panties off. He spread her legs wide and continued to play, teasing her with his fingers and thumb until she forgot about her pickle and arched off the bed in need. Looking down at her, her thick waist, her exposed sex, Ramsey couldn’t help the powerful surge of lust that rushed him. As long as it was Jezebel, he’d be hard. He’d accepted it.

As he stared, she suddenly shifted, drawing her legs together as she tried to roll away from him. He held tight to her hips as he looked into her eyes. Even those, she tried to shield from him.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. I’m not in the mood.”

He looked from her face to her glistening sex and back. “You seem in the mood to me.”

“Just leave me alone, Ramsey.”

Moving back to her side, he slid a hand under her and pulled her against him. “What did I do?”

“Nothing.”

He stared into her pinched face and drew a breath. “I love you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’d like to make love to you.” She seemed surprised and he frowned. “You know this.”

When she looked away, he groaned and reached for her hand. He dragged it along his lower abdomen and pushed it into his trousers. From there, she needed no encouragement, closing her fist around his rigid sex.

“One look at you,” he began softly, watching her eyes darken in need, “This face, these lips, these breasts, this belly, and this pussy…” She groaned as his fingers slid between her legs again. “…and I have to restrain myself from fucking you wherever we are.” She groaned and her legs opened, giving him access to her heat. “How can you not know what you do to me?”

When she only swallowed and whimpered, he leaned forward and kissed her slow, swirling his tongue into her mouth as he slid two fingers into her body.

“Ohh,” she breathed. “Ramsey.”

“Yes, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m going to show you so you never doubt how much I want to be right here.” He stroked up into her again, dragging another moan from her lips. “Always.”

He removed his fingers, gently pushed her onto her back, and rose over her again. Her eyes were dark again, filled with desire and need for him. He pulled her up to remove the shirt and expose her fully to him. When he parted her legs, she let him. When he lowered his face to her weeping sex, she slid her hand into his hair in anticipation. As his tongue burrowed through her sweetness, she clutched his hair and lifted her hips, telling him silently where she wanted him. When he finally settled over that tiny bundle of nerves, her body jerked and she moaned loudly.

“Oh God, Ramsey…”

He licked her with slow, long, torturous licks that had her whining and crying out in frustration, before he licked her fast, flicking his tongue against the hard bud as she whimpered, moaned and ground her sex against his face.

When he pulled away from his feast, he lifted her to straddle him and lowered her on his thick shaft. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel her opening around him, needed her wet warmth stroking him.

Jezebel slid her arms around his neck, pulled her lower lip into her mouth, and began to slide down.

“Slowly, baby,” he murmured, clutching her succulent bottom in his fists and lifting her away when she gasped. As she slid down again, taking him deeper, and deeper, he leaned forward and nipped her ear. “You feel so good, Jez.” She whimpered and took him deeper. “Feels like you were made for me, made to take me deep into your pussy.”