“So seeing them helped?” I kept my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.
“Yeah, but the meeting helped me more. I found this group of people that had also lost loved ones. We all had different stories, but shared the same common interest. It helped so much that when I came back to town, I finally broke down and started seeing a therapist. I have a long way to go, but I can already see that I didn’t survive that accident to waste my life away. You said that you thought you could help me, but what if we met that night because we were supposed to help each other.”
“With what? I’m doing okay.” I didn’t need help getting a divorce, that’s for sure.
“To love again.” The words vibrated off his body. I finally lifted up my head and looked him right in the eyes. “I know you love me, Vessa.”
My cheeks were burning red. I couldn’t lie about it. I shouldn’t have felt that way, but I did and he knew it. “How would you know how I feel?”
He brushed the hair away from my face and kissed my forehead, keeping his lips against my skin. “Because, I’m in love with you, too.” He laughed, but kept his lips on my head. “I wasn’t sure at first. I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. That’s why I pushed you away. I couldn’t give you that kind of hope if it wasn’t real. After being without you, even the first night, I think I knew it was real. The longer I was away from you, the more empty I felt inside. Then when I saw you for the first time again, I was positive.” He kissed me again and then put his hands on either sides of my cheeks. Our lips met and I felt his tongue teasing mine. He pulled away, just far enough to stop kissing me and talk. “I knew you were supposed to be with me. Vessa, I don’t believe in fate, but I swear you were sent here to be with me.”
I started to cry. Never, in a million years, would I ever have expected this to be happening. This intense connection that I felt for him had been mutual. At that moment, nothing else mattered. I grabbed his hair in my hands and pulled him into a deep sultry kiss. Since we were already almost naked, He picked me up and lifted me up on the pool table. After climbing on top of me, I used my toes to side down his boxer briefs. He ripped off my bra and had my panties down to my knees before I could offer to help.
Ramsey’s hands moved up and down my legs. He massaged each of my thighs while watching himself. I ached for him to touch me in other places, so I touched between my legs myself. He licked his lips and cupped one of my breasts while watching my hand pleasuring myself. He leaned down and kissed my stomach with his tongue. I felt him removing my hand and something warm replaced it. When I held up my head I saw what it was and almost screamed out in ecstasy. He was kissing me everywhere, using his lips and tongue while exploring the most sensitive part of me. Ramsey kept one hand on my chest. He squeezed my nipples and looked up at me, while his tongue moved up and down my tiny bud. I pictured just what his tongue was doing to me. I closed my eyes and thought about him sucking on my clitoris and when he actually did it, my body tightened and I lost all control of myself. My toes buckled and I grabbed a chunk of his hair in my fist. The more I needed him to stop, the more he licked. Rushes of pleasure flowed through every inch of my body. As he kissed his way up my body, I started to shiver. “Kiss me.”
I kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. It made me so hot for him, just knowing how he’d made me feel. My hand reached down and took his hard cock into my grip. His skin was so smooth and I loved the way it felt when I ran my closed hand up and down the shaft. His thickness was exactly the right size to please me, but not hurt. My inexperience seemed irrelevant when it came to being with this man.
He reached over and grabbed the cue ball and ran it from my neck, down to my waist. I watched him smile when he took it and started rubbing it over my wet sex. It was smooth and cold and the weight of it was enough pressure to get me to beg for more. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled, “I’m just getting started. You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“I’ve had so much time to think of all the ways I wanted to pleasure you. I couldn’t wait to taste your pussy. I dreamed about how good you would taste on my tongue.” He removed the ball and licked me with his tongue again. “It’s even better.”
“Oh, it’s happening again!” I screamed out something that I wasn’t sure was even English as Ramsey’s tongue sent me into euphoria. I bit down on my lip so hard that I drew blood. While trying to catch my breath, Ramsey climbed up and filled his mouth with one of my breasts, while pinching the nipple of the other. My sex was still throbbing as I felt his hard erection rubbing against it. He positioned his body overtop of mine and without the help of any hands, he slid right in. I was embarrassed about how wet I was, but Ramsey used it to his advantage. He moved so slow, pacing himself, just like he did the first time. Then he took his hand and lifted my arm up into the air. He kissed my tattoos from my wrist to my shoulder. It was so intimate, so intense. People had always judged me because of it and here was this man who loved everything about me.
Once he released my arm, I ran it up and down his chest. He was so sexy. Maybe to some, the tattoos on his arms would have bothered someone. They were special to him and I admired his devotion for his family. It was just another reason that I felt the way I did about him.
Ramsey slowed down even more, trying to make it last longer. Without his suggesting it, I rolled over and sat up. “What the…” He rolled on his back to see where I’d gone. I climbed on top of him before he could finish the sentence.
I straddled his body, only letting my weight over him after he was back inside of me. I leaned down and kissed him, needing to feel that tongue against my own. When I sat back up straight, I hit the pool table light with my head. It felt so good to ride him the way I was that I didn’t even care that it was swinging all around. He grabbed my hips and steadied my rapid pace, but I was already determined that I wanted him to feel the same feeling that I’d already had twice. I went faster, letting him play with my breasts while I held my hair up with my hands. It felt so good, grinding against him like I was. I reached up higher and held onto the chain of the pool table light, using it as a push off the grind even harder. The skin on skin friction sent me over the edge. I could feel my muscles tightening and I guess he could too. He squeezed both sides of my hips and stopped me from moving. His eyes tightened and his loud groans filled the room. I leaned down and put my lips against his.
He pulled my hair back away from my face with his hands and held it there. “We need to talk.”
Before I could tell that it was a joke, he started laughing. I smacked his chest and laughed with him. “I don’t know why I’m laughing. That wasn’t funny.”
“Yeah, it kind of was.”
I ran my fingers over his tattoo. “What do we do now?”
“Right now?”
“No! With us. What happens now?” He rubbed my back with his hands.
I leaned on my elbow so I could look at him. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On if you love me or not.” He was very direct and since I still wasn’t completely used to conversing with him, I had a hard time believing it wasn’t a dream.
“You know the answer.”
He took my free hand and kissed the back of it. I loved when he did it, so I reacted by smiling. “Do you have something against saying it?”
I shrugged. “No. I’m just scared.”
“What are you scared of?”
I immediately started to cry. “I have to tell you something and you’re not going to like it.”
For as much as I wanted to be with this man, I had to put my children first. Ramsey needed to know what I was about to be up against. “Gavin is suing me for sole custody. He claimed that I was unfit parent and even said that I was involved with you and neglecting the kids. I have my own lawyer and we are also suing for the same, but it could go either way, especially if…”
“If we’re together?”
I looked away from hi
m, unable to face the reaction that I know he was having. “Yes.”
He took a deep breath and lifted me off of him. I jumped off the table and ran into the bathroom in tears. Unlike the last time, he followed me inside and reached to turn on the shower. “So what if we’re together?”
We waited until the water was warm and both climbed in, like we’d done it a million times before. “I’m still married. I’m committing adultery.”
“Bullshit! You haven’t lived there in months. He’s the one that got someone pregnant while you were still together.”
“It doesn’t matter. Ramsey, if he wins custody, I can’t stay here. I have to be close to my kids. I can’t lose them.” I leaned my head into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “I think he hired someone to watch me. I wouldn’t care what he thought, except for the fact that it would put me even with him as far as fault goes. If the judge thinks we are both equal, it could go either way. I could lose them, because I’m with you. I can’t go to court and have pictures showing up with me having late night embraces with you. He could say I was neglecting the kids to rendezvous with you.”
“We’re not going to let that happen. I won’t let him take them away from you, Vessa. That piece of shit doesn’t deserve them.”
“So, we’re breaking up again?”
He kissed the top of my head and started washing my hair. “Of course not! Look, I know what you’re afraid of. You think they’ll look into my past and it will hurt you. I’ll have you know that with the exception of the past year, I’ve been nothing but an ideal citizen. My police record is pristine. That’s how I landed this position. I spent the last ten years working my way up. We’ll just have to be careful. No public affection. No late night meetings. If you come here, you make sure it’s dark and you’re not followed.”
“It’s a terrible way to start a relationship.”
“Fuck it. Move in with me. I have plenty of room. If you live here, they won’t know what happens behind closed doors. This place isn’t in my name and my mail goes to a PO Box. The kids can have their own rooms upstairs and if it makes you more comfortable, you can take the room across from mine, until we’re ready to make things official.”
My mouth dropped open. I think if he wasn’t already holding me, I would have passed out. “Did you just?”
“Yeah, I did. I know it’s rushing things, but I had to put it out there.”
I shook my head. “The kids are just getting adjusted. I can’t do that to them. They’ll know something is up. Asha is too smart for her own good and Logan can’t keep his mouth shut about anything. It won’t work.”
He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me. “Then we’ll have to just play it safe. I’m not going anywhere, not again.”
After our shower, he led me to the bedroom. It was a place that he’d held sacred and I wasn’t sure how things were going to play out. New blankets were on the bed and the room had a different feel to it. We separated only to climb into bed and then met in the middle.
Being in his arms made me feel so safe. I wanted this with him, but I had to look out for my kids first. I appreciated that he understood and would do whatever I needed him to do. For this one night, I just wanted to be here with Ramsey. I closed my eyes and focused on his strong arms holding me tight.
Chapter 17
Ramsey
My progress was improving everyday, especially knowing that I had a chance with Vessa. Our relationship would have been so much easier if we didn’t have to sneak around like little teenagers, but it sure did make the spontaneity in the relationship fun.
I had lunch with her most days at the bar. I was in my uniform and the place was packed with other customers. We never touched or acted like we were together when people were around. Some times it was downright hard to not touch her, especially when I knew she wanted me to.
Nights were getting harder to stay apart after about four weeks. Since my truck was easy to spot, Vessa was adamant that we not chance things. The harder we tried to stay away from each other, the more we wanted the opposite.
Gavin had seen the kids several times and never started any trouble when the kids came home. We thought that it was finally safe to slowly bring me around the house again. I was invited to dinner and even picked up some live bait to fish with Logan. My excuse for being there was to replace a faucet in the kitchen. Since they really needed a new one, it was legitimate and couldn’t be argued. Just like the last time I was asked to come over for a favor, I brought my tool box and carried it inside. Sue and the kids were in the living room playing a board game. Vessa grabbed me and pulled into the cellar stairway. She kissed me before she even said hello. “I miss you.”
“I miss you, more.”
She pulled me down the steps with her. “I’m supposed to show you where the water shut off is.”
Her fingers slid down the front of my pants. She moved her hand up and down, while kissing me again. “How long before they come looking for us?” He asked in between kisses.
She kissed her way down to her knees and yanked down my pants. “Minutes.”
In seconds she had me in her mouth. I let my head fall back against the concrete wall. She worked fast, knowing that any moment little feet could come running down the stairs. Where we were positioned we had time to run, or even hide. I focused on her lips being around my hard cock. She jerked me off with her hands, while her tongue teased my tip. Then she took almost my whole length in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth. I loved watching her do it.
Since we couldn’t be together whenever we wanted, I had to take advantage of the situation. I pulled her up and spun her around, bending her over some storage bins. In one yank, her yoga pants came down far enough. She backed her butt up, eagerly waiting to be filled. I smacked her plump ass, getting off on her giving in to my needs. She giggled and shook her ass again, this time right at the moment I slid inside. We were running out of time. There was no going slow. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. She covered her mouth to prevent anyone from hearing us.
I reached around and rubbed hard on her little clit. I could feel her pussy tightening. She was getting off and causing me to do the same. I tightened my hold and filled her with my release. She wiggled that ass once more time before we quickly separated.
I watched her run over with her pants around her ankles to grab a towel out of the dryer. She got herself cleaned up and tossed it to me right as the door creaked open. I pulled up my pants and dashed around the corner. Vessa must have done the same. When I peeked around the corner, she was bent over folding clothes out of the dryer.
“Where is he?” It was Logan.
“I think he’s turning off the water, so he doesn’t make a mess.” I smiled at her quick response.
I came walking out from around the corner wiping off my hands. “Sure is dusty down here. Hey there, Logan. It’s been a while, buddy.”
“Can I help fix the sink?”
I looked back at Vessa, who was all smiles. “I can’t do the job without you.”
“Cool! Did you hear that, Mom? I get to help.”
He went running upstairs, I guess to tell his sister or aunt. I walked over to Vessa and took her back into my arms. “One day we won’t have to hide anymore.”
“I love you for having so much patience.”
“I love you for loving me.” I kissed her nose. She smiled and watched me walk up the stairs.
I didn’t mind waiting for Vessa to get her life situated. What killed me was being alone. No matter how happy I was with Vessa, it got hard being alone still. I was trying hard to move forward, but we were at a stand still. It wasn’t like I was going to leave her, I just hated this part so much.
Vessa knew how I was feeling. Since we’d been together, for real this time, we promised not to keep any secrets. I was still seeing my therapist and she pushed me to always be open about my feelings. Vessa knew where I wanted her to be. We were so close to being able to make that kind of commitment.<
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The kitchen faucet was an easy job, especially with a helper like Logan. That kid was pretty damn sharp. I was surprised to find out that he knew the names of his tools. He handed me a wrench and a pair of pliers. In no time at all, we had the new faucet installed. He carried all the old pieces over to the trash and threw them away, while I washed my hands. I was surprised when he walked up and climbed between my arms to wash his hands too. “How come you didn’t come back to go fishing?”
I didn’t know if this was a conversation I was allowed to talk about. “I’m back now and I brought special bait. Why don’t you go ask your mom if we can go.”
She would think it was funny that I was asking, since the last time she’d freaked out so much. She came walking upstairs with a large basket. Instinctively, I took it out of her hands. She got a shocked look on her face. “I could have got that.”
“Pretty ladies shouldn’t have to carry heavy things, right Logan.” I nudged the kid in his arm.
“Did you just call my mommy pretty?” My smile disappeared. I’d stuck my foot in my mouth, but Vessa was going to stick her foot in my ass if I didn’t make it better.
“She’s okay. I mean, I bet she looks horrible in the morning when she wakes up.”
He laughed. “She looks like a monster.” He put his hands up like claws and growled.
“Hey, I’m standing right here you two.”
I grabbed the kid and threw him over my shoulder. He giggled the whole way. “Logan here wants to know if we can go fishing.” I gave him a slight wedgie before sitting him back down. He fidgeted with his underwear and then tried to give me one. Vessa covered her mouth as she laughed at us.
“It’s fine. Just be back in two hours for dinner.”
“Be back from where?” Asha came walking in the kitchen. She gave her brother a dirty look.
“We’re doing boy stuff, Asha. You can’t come!” Logan did not want his sister going with us.
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