Chapter Fourteen
Osi
We’d gotten up early, to catch our flight. We had a two hour layover in Charlotte, before catching the commuter to Charleston. During that time, I’d made Ramsay eat and we each did some work. I had a call with Tony, Rick and Forde concerning Sly.
“The man has a reputation,” Rick announced.
“Don’t we all,” I agreed.
“Does he get it done?” Forde weighed in.
“He’s good.” I told them.
“How good?” Tony didn’t hunt. He’d had training through the ATF but he’d done undercover work in hell. So he wasn’t as familiar with the players in my game.
Rick could have answered but he held his tongue. “He’s as good as me.” I admitted.
“What’s his stance on rules?” Forde never said more than was necessary.
“What rules?” Rick asked.
“I would say that he looks at them more as suggestions but he isn’t dumb.”
“No,” Rick chimed in, “he likes to pull the country hick thing but he’s as mean as a snake and sneakier than a fox.”
“Are we talking about a guy who if told this is a hard rule that he’d follow it or would he spend all of his time working around it?” Tony was trying to get a feel for Sly. “I had Jenn do a search and as expected it came up with nothing but a phone number.”
“We have more business than we can handle. I’m not going to say no to anybody this talented. I want to meet him, look him in the eye so tell Sly that he needs to book a flight to Indy.” Forde had made his decision.
“I want to be there.” I insisted.
“I don’t have a problem with that. You are bringing him in so I’d like to see the dynamic.” Forde observed. He was a genius at pairing us up so that we knew that if we were working with someone that they would have our back.
“Anything else?” I noticed that Ramsay was watching me from across the walkway.
“So the guy approached this through Ramsay?” Tony sounded puzzled.
“It got my attention.”
“Is Sly gonna have his balls when we see him?” Rick asked teasingly. He knew that I didn’t like it that he’d tracked Ramsay to me.
“He’s recovering. I’ll wait but I’ll deal with it. It won’t be forgotten.” I promised. The Limited men had a code. You threaten or hurt one of our women and now, I’d add children, you paid with pain. Tye had learned that after I picked up a visibly shaken Billie one evening. Sure they had finally come to their senses and admitted what we all had known that they were in love but it didn’t excuse the fact that he had hurt her.
“Keep me updated.” Forde told me and then ended the call.
I returned to Ramsay.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“Just setting up Sly’s interview.”
“Are you going to be in town for that?”
She looked a little uneasy. “Are you worried that he’ll find you again?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know.” She pursed her lips for a moment, today they were glossy. “I don’t see him as a threat but it still freaked me out.”
“Babe, look at me.” I waited until she lifted her chin and met my stare. “I will make sure that he understands that he’s never to approach you unless I’m with you.”
She smiled, “Okay.” She nodded quickly a few times, “Okay.” This time her smile had lost the tenseness from before.
“A convertible? I’m going to tell Forde and the others. Mr. Security has lost his mind.” Ramsay teased as we approached the Lexus 500.
“We’re on vacation.” I couldn’t resist the idea of watching her golden hair blowing as we followed the coastline under the hot sun.
“It feels warmer here.” She was unbuttoning her cardigan.
“I’m putting the top down so you’ll probably get cold.” I cautioned her. She was always cold. But it gave me a good reason to hold her close.
She paused her unbuttoning. “You’re probably right.”
“If it’s gets hot, we’ll go shopping for more clothes.” I teased her.
“Oh, I’m going shopping in Charleston. They have great vintage stores.” She had an evil glint in her eyes.
“That’s work not play, Ramsay.” I popped the trunk and tossed in my carryon. Her bigger bag might need to go in the back seat but somehow there was just enough room for it in the trunk.
“It could be both.” Her smile promised me some fun.
“Oh yeah?” I closed the trunk and dropped my laptop bag onto the floor behind the passenger seat. I opened the door for her.
“Sure. Have you ever gotten a blow job in a dressing room?”
“Have you ever given one?” I countered. I didn’t care but I wanted to see if she would tell me.
“No, but I’ve thought about it.” Her cheeks had pinkened.
I closed her door and walked around the rear of the car. I spoke as I opened up the driver’s side door. “We’d have to be quiet.”
“You’d have to stay quiet.” She smiled at me.
“Hard to do when you give such good head.”
She bit down on her full bottom lip. “Are you angling for one while you drive?”
“On the way to my mother’s? That would be…wrong.” I tried not to smile but a chuckle did escape.
“But you wouldn’t say no.”
“Hell no.” I started the engine and we were on our way.
We were about ten minutes away. Ramsay was resting her against the headrest with a small smile on her face. She looked gorgeous.
“You’re not nervous are you?” She’d been very quiet.
“A little. I can’t begin to imagine what you mom will be like.” She explained.
“She’s tiny, shorter than you but she has a big personality.” I felt myself smile. “Sometimes, I’m surprised at how little she is because she seems bigger.”
“And her husband? I don’t even know his name.” She lowered her sunglasses and gave me a worried look.
“You will get along with him. He teaches at the college and he’ll tell you to call him Mad.”
“What does he teach?”
“Poetry.”
“Is that why you have so many poetry books at your house?”
“One of my instructors in The Corps gave me a book, told me that it might help calm my mind when I had to wait. It would help teach me patience.”
“Did it?” She angled her body toward me and casually place her hand on my thigh.
“Yeah and then I started reading more, about religion and philosophy. It gave me plenty to think about while I waited.” I took her hand.
“Just don’t let me say anything stupid. I want them to like me.” She squeezed my hand.
“You are never stupid. Stubborn and exasperating sometimes but never stupid.”
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
I liked it that my compliments meant something to her.
We pulled onto the gravel driveway and I parked in the small area to the side of the garage. Mad and my mom had added onto the structure over the last ten years. The house was not visually stunning but there were colorful flowers in the window boxes and I knew that Ramsay would love the dock.
I turned off the engine and watched her brush her hair and pull down the visor to check her make-up.
She let out a sigh, “Okay, I guess I’m ready.”
“You’ll be fine.” It always surprised me when she showed her vulnerable side to me while she was clothed. A naked Ramsay would talk but once she was dressed, her armor was in place. It would be interesting to see how Mad and Sapphira would handle her.
I got out of the car and walked around to open Ramsay’s door. I may have been brought up in the streets, but I’d learned a few manners over the years. I knew that Ramsay liked it that I opened her door. Apparently this had been a topic of discussion during one of their Girl’s Nights. Tony shared the secret on day in the gym. I would never fully understand women or Ramsay but I guessed gathered that it had to do with doing something for another. They could do it for themselves but when you offered, it meant something.
I remember the first time that I went to toss my dirty jeans back into my gym bag and Ramsay told me to put them in her hamper. “I mean, you’re here all of the time.” The next day, she’d made room in her closet and her chest of drawers. Not enough room for all of my clothes but enough to show me that she cared.
I took her hand as we started across the driveway.
The front door opened and my mother rushed down the steps. “You made good time.” She stopped right in front of us. “Mad’s still getting dressed. You know that man has no concept of time.” She complained while smiling.
I leaned down to kiss her cheek and to give her a hug. “So it’s a good thing that you’re around.”
She hugged me tightly. “Are you bigger. I swear, you’re bigger.” She grasped my bicep and measured it with her hand.
“I’m the same, only older.”
Sapphira was now focused on Ramsay. “Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you. Mrs. Day, I hope that this isn’t an imposition.” Ramsay sounded shy.
“Call me by my first name, Sapphira or Sapphy.” Her smile was warmer.
“I’m Ramsay, by the way.” She ducked her head a little and it was adorable.
“He didn’t say that you were beautiful.”
“He didn’t tell us much at all,” Mad was walking down the steps barefoot. His dark hair now had strands of silver and it was hanging to his shoulders.
Ramsay had to turned to follow the voice and she was now standing ramrod straight. “You’re, you’re Maddoc Day.”
The charmer smiled, “Well I should hope so or else I’m in the wrong body.”
Ramsay turned to me with her mouth hanging open, “Maddoc Day.” She then whipped her face back to him and returned to me. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
I could almost hear her thinking. “The first time that you brought up his name, it would have seemed like I was bragging.”
She smacked my arm. “Osi…God.” She turned to my mother and explained. “My sister and I, well we are fans. His,” she turned to Mad, “your work, well it helped bridge a gap between us at a very important time.” She smiled at Mad and then back at me.
“I appreciate hearing that.” Mad was now smiling at Ramsay as if he just noticed that she was beautiful and a fan. He then turned to me, “I would never have guessed a woman like this, Osi.”
Ramsay’s smile disappeared.
I wrapped my arm around her waist. “What he means is, that he’s shocked that a woman like you would give me the time of day.” I rushed to explain.
Sapphira must have noticed Ramsay’s unease because she spoke next. “Mad is fascinated by my son. For years, he has tried to figure out they type of woman that would attract him.”
“Ramsay isn’t a type.” My voice rumbled in my chest. This was going south quickly.
“Stop explaining for me to the girl.” Mad spoke loudly. He then spoke directly to Ramsay, “You see I sometimes say the wrong thing but for what I maintain is the right reason.” He shrugged. “Of course you are not a type. You seem to be well read and quite intelligent. Might I ask what you are doing with him?”
Ramsay relaxed and smiled. “I find him entertaining.” She then gave me a sexy sideways glance.
My mother’s throaty laugh told me that she understood what Ramsay was implying and she liked her. “Ramsay, you’ll have to forgive the guy. He may be able to string words to together that paint a beautiful picture but sometimes he puts those giant size twelves in his mouth.”
“Yes, Ramsay please come in and let me offer you some lunch.” Mad reached for her other hand and wrapped it around the crook of his elbow. “By the way, a huge box arrived this morning for you. I put it in your room.”
“Thank you. When Osi issued this invitation, I had to change plans and not everything could catch up with me.”
I wrapped my arm around my mother’s shoulders and followed them into the house.
“Sit down, while I get you something to drink.” Mad urged. “Sapphy’s been cooking for days so I hope you are hungry.”
I sat down by Ramsay on the sofa. She was looking around the living room. It was painted white but my mother had decorated it with quilts and over the fireplace was a huge painting of a crimson and white cow. Ramsay was staring at the painting.
“There’s a story behind that,” I said softly.
“There’d have to be.” She gave me a wink.
“So what can I get you to drink? Wine, beer, water, I think we have every beverage ever made.” Mad smiled at my mother who he could see through the breakfast bar opening.
“I heard that,” she yelled.
“Osiris?” Mad was awaiting my order.
“Beer.”
“Ramsay?”
“Water please.”
“I’m going to bring you Sparkling to match your eyes.” The man told her.
She giggled a little, “All right, sparkling water would be lovely.”
I gave an exaggerated sigh. “Should we put the two of you in a room so that you can continue your flirting and you,” I looked at Ramsay, “can keep giving him your adulation.”
“Boy, you haven’t even begun to see flirting,” Mad tossed over his shoulder as he left to get our drinks.
Ramsay dropped the volume of her voice, “I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me.”
She wasn’t mad, her eyes were sparkling and she was trying not to smile.
“Thank you.” She scooted closer to me and took my hand. “This is…so special.”
Lunch had gone smoothly. Mad had told stories and I could tell that he was eating it up that Ramsay was a fan. My mother watched her closely, adding just enough to the conversation so that she wouldn’t be too quiet.
I wouldn’t have to ask what she thought about Ramsay, she would find the time to tell me.
I saw Ramsay try to cover up a yawn. “We need to unpack and maybe grab a short nap. It was an early start this morning.”
Ramsay started to get up from the table. “Please let me help clean up.”
“Child,” my mother barked, “I appreciate the offer but you need to settle in.”
Ramsay sat back in her chair.
Sapphy must have realized that her tone might have been a little sharp. “But you can help clear tonight. We’ll eat outside. Mad has a new fancy grill that can do everything but kill the cow.”
Ramsay took the olive branch. “It’s a deal.”
Mad got to his feet, “Sapphy you show Ramsay to their room and I’ll help the boy with their bags.”
I saw Ramsay grin.
We did as Mad had directed and I followed him to the convertible.
“Your mother has been in a frenzy since you called to say that you were bringing a woman.” Mad told me.
“And?”
“I like it that you reach for her hand. You don’t grab it, you wait for her to close the distance and take hold.” Mad said solemnly.
I hadn’t noticed.
“Now we’ll have to wait to see what your mother says.”
“She’ll like her.”
“I don’t think she has a choice.” Mad looked like he wanted to say more but I handed him Ramsay’s suitcase.
“We in the downstairs guestroom?” I asked.
“Sapphy wanted to put her upstairs and you down but I told her that you were adults and if you were bringing her here, then I didn’t think that you’d put up with being separated.”
“Ramsay would have respected mom’s wishes. She would have barred the door.” I told him.
“Another point in her favor,” Mad observed.
We carried our bags to the guestroom. I could hear my mother’s voice. “I know of two good shops that we’ll have to hit. Plus if you like quilts, there’s a place about an hour away that will melt your credit card.”
“They sound great,” Ramsay was sitting on the edge of the bed looking comfortable. When she saw me she stood. “Here, let me help.”
“More quilts?” Mad asked as he placed Ramsay’s bad on the bed.
“Did I say one word about that monstrosity out back?” My mother was giving her husband one of her “looks.” “Even when they had to troop through my garden to put it in place?”
Mad pulled my mother to his side, “And for that you can buy two quilts.”
“I can? Did you just give me permission?” Her tone turned cold.
Sapphy turned to Ramsay, “Always have your own money. That way my boy won’t ever think that he can tell you whether or not you can buy something.”
Ramsay nodded, “I will.”
“Mom,” I started to caution her. Apparently, she had moved on from checking out Ramsay to us sharing a bank account.
“But if I understand what you do correctly, you are your own boss. You can work as much or as little as you want, am I right?”
“Yes, that’s right.” Ramsay answered slowly.
“Well then, you should always keep a little something going. That way, you always have your own.” She nodded twice.
“Ramsay will work as much as she pleases, she even has an assistant so she’s always going to be fine.” I tried to assure the woman.
“I retired last year.” My mother told Ramsay. “Somebody had to oversee the remodel out back and since then, somebody…”she gave her husband a dirty look, “thinks that he calls the shots.”
“Now Sapphy, we all know that you’re in charge. Don’t talk that way about me in front of your boy. He’ll shoot me while I’m sleeping, I won’t even get the chance to say goodbye.” Mad used his expressive gray eyes on his wife.
My mother rolled her eyes at his dramatics. “Oh he’d wake you up because he’d make you hurt first.” She elbowed Mad in the side. “Let’s get out so they can rest.” They headed to the door. “Dinner will be after seven. If you want a drink or a snack, it’s self-serve.”
“Mom, we can take care of ourselves,” I reminded her.
“And we have a guest, so tonight, we’ll pretend that we have some kind of manners and then tomorrow, well Ramsay, you can see the real us.” She smiled at my woman.
“I’m sure we will all do fine.” Ramsay returned the smile.
I closed and locked the door.
Ramsay had her back to me as she unzipped her bag. “I like her.”
“She wants to make a good impression on you.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back to my front.
“Why? It should be the other way around.” She sounded puzzled.
I moved her hair from her shoulder and kissed her neck. “Babe, you are dazzling, I can’t imagine anyone not liking you.”
She turned around so that she was facing me. “You might be a little prejudiced.”
“Only a little?” I raised a questioning eyebrow.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m also hard,” I rubbed my cock against her.
“Well luckily Mr. Browne, I know just the thing.” She took a step to the left and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands unbuttoned my jeans.
Ramsay knew what to do with her mouth and her hands. She said that she liked to give head and I believed her.
I was fucking her face and she had relaxed her throat so I was going in deep. I gripped a handful of hair at the back of her head. Controlling her just a little. Ramsay liked to be a brat at times but she really got off on a little bit of pain.
“I love fucking your pretty face. Did you know that?” I grunted.
Her green eyes met mine and then closed as I gave her a second to take in some oxygen.
I’m going to come down your throat Ramsay and you’d better take all me.” I growled. I also loved coming on her tits but she was still dressed.
She moaned and the vibration around my cock made me blow.
I watched her tongue circle her lips, searching for every drop.
She gave me a saucy smile. At this moment, she was in charge. She leaned back on her arms on the mattress.
I was still breathing heavily so I grunted, “Naked now.”
She gave me a slow smile but she didn’t move.
I bent over her and grabbed her thigh with both hands and pulled her off the bead.
She squealed.
“Shh,” I cautioned her. “If you’re going to be loud then I’ll have to fuck you with my hand over your mouth.”
I saw her eyes widen with interest. Ramsay liked the games.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why aren’t you naked?”
She rushed to get out of her clothes.
We fucked against the wall. She had her legs around my waist and I had one hand covering her mouth. Midway through, I turned and carried her still on my dick, and finished on the bed.
Ramsay was already asleep when I got up and moved her suitcase to the floor. I then picked her up and repositioned her on the bed. I pulled the quilt that had fallen to the floor during our lovemaking over us. We slept.
Dinner was a relaxed affair. Mad had been happy to show off his commercial grade grill. I’d stood beside him watching and talking. He wanted to get in some fishing in the morning before he had to prepare for his book signing that night.
Ramsay had helped my mom with the side dishes and I think they were taking the time to get to know one another.
I’d cleared the table and was enjoying a glass of Scotland’s finest with Mad, while the women were drinking wine.
“So how did the event at the school go?” Sapphira asked.
“Like it always does.”
Ramsay spoke up, “Did he tell you that this year there were eight winners?”
“That’s great,” Mad joined the conversation.
“Did you go?” My mother asked Ramsay.
Ramsay must have heard something in my mother’s voice because she paused before answering. “Uhm, yes.” She gave me a questioning look.
“So what did you think?” Sapphira asked a little more slowly.
“I think that it is amazing that Osi does this for the kids.” Ramsay answered carefully.
“I meant about the neighborhood. The place where we lived.”
Ramsay bit down on her lip before answering as if she was choosing her words carefully. “It is very different that where I was brought up.” She then met my mother’s eyes squarely. “Are you trying to make a point?”
That was my woman. She would be cooperative but she always let you know that she knew what was going on. I took a drink to cover my smirk.
Sapphira lifted her chin list a little as if to say challenge accepted. “Does it make a difference?”
“Are you asking me a socio-economic question or a racial one, or both?” Ramsay leaned forward on her forearms. “Because we both have money, we both are good at our jobs. Do I care that he was brought up in a depressed neighborhood, yeah I care. I hate it that someone as smart as Osi didn’t have access to the best education. Do I hate it that he was unsafe walking to school, yes? But I can’t change that part of history. There are parts of his childhood that I didn’t have, like a mom who cared so I look at it like it contributes to who we are but we are made up of many parts.”
“And the color of his skin?” Sapphira asked bluntly.
“Well I noted that he was black the afternoon, I met him.” She let out a deep chuckle, “And I also noticed the ink and that he rarely said anything but when he did, everybody listened to him. That intrigued me.”
“So it was his silence that caught your eye?” My mother was really studying Ramsay.
“No it was his arms and chest that I liked.” Ramsay’s voice sounded a little huskier. “He had on a knit shirt that was a little tight and I liked his body.” She chuckled. “He’s hot and is a badass, what’s not to like?”
Mad laughed loudly. “She’s very honest.”
Ramsay flashed a smile in his direction and then turned her attention back to my mother. “Look I’m white, he’s black. I can be a bitch and he thinks before he speaks. We’re different in many ways. But I promise you that as far as skin color goes…It wasn’t a consideration. He’s Osi…He’s sort of an original.”
“That he is,” Mad added.
“What about your parents, what do they say?” Sapphira still had questions.
Ramsay deflated and sank back in her chair. “I, I don’t think they know about Osi.” Her brow furrowed.
“Because they won’t approved.”
“I don’t care one way or the other.” Ramsay answered off-handedly. “My sister and brother-in-law met him and they adore him.” She sat up straighter in her chair. “My relationship with my parents is difficult for many reasons. I don’t talk to them often.”
“I think having a good relationship with your family is important,” Sapphira said with a sniff.
“Mom,” I cautioned her.
“No,” Ramsay put her hand on my thigh. “She’s right and I wish that I could have that but some things have happened and I can’t seem to find a way to find common ground.”
“Babe, you don’t have to explain,” I cautioned her and my mother.
Ramsay shook her head at me. “Your family has questions and they should, they love you.”
I took her hand in mined and linked fingers.
She turned to Sapphira and Mad, “It’s going to sound fictional but it’s the truth. When I was fourteen, my sister was in a car crash in Switzerland. She was in school and they’d gone to a concert and the car went over the side of a mountain.”
“And she survived?” Mad asked.
“They had to revive her three times. So my parents flew over immediately and they left me in the house in Denver.”
“For months at a time, she didn’t see them.” I stressed to my family. “That went on for years.”
“They just left you alone?” My mother looked to be outraged and shocked.
“With the staff, but yeah.” Ramsay shrugged. “Then after Bean, my sister, got better, she fell in love with a man and for several reasons, she left the facility where she had been staying.”
“So you’re sister’s all right?” Mad asked.
“She had significant trauma to her brain. She is and sometimes she isn’t. I mean she gets overwhelmed and can’t handle things but Ollie is great. He understands and they manage.” Ramsay explained. “But when they ran away, my parents tried many ways to find Bean. They tried to have Ollie charged with kidnapping and they were looking into having Bean deemed incompetent.” Her voice cracked.
I let loose of her hand and gripped the side of her chair and pulled it closer to mine. I then wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Ramsay was eighteen and she went on a search for her sister and her lover. Her parents had P.I.s’ looking but Ramsay found them.”
“I just needed to know that she was okay.” Her voice was soft. “And she was. In fact, they were very happy.”
“And now?” My mother asked.
“And now, they have been married for…gosh seventeen years. They don’t live a conventional life, they travel a lot but they can afford it and Bean is very happy.” Ramsay smiled. “They don’t have a relationship with my parents but I am close to them.”
“Are they going to look for a place in Indy?” Ollie had mentioned it in an e-mail.
“Not in the city. Bean needs space.” Ramsay explained. “Ollie wants to get a house so that they can be near me.”
“That is a heart-breaking story,” My mother announced, “not that there aren’t kids who raise themselves but you look like you did fine.”
“Mom, you tried with Daja,” I told her.
“Best not speak of that.” Sapphira gave me a pointed look and then she looked at Ramsay.
“Osi told me about Daja and Isaiah,” Ramsay said quietly.
My mother jerked her attention back to me. “You did?”
“It’s not a secret.”
My mother was giving me a look like she wished she could see inside of my head.
Mad broke up the staring contest. “Ramsay, I thank you for telling us about your life. Of course we are curious. Osi has never brought a woman around so I fear that we are thrilled to get to know you.”
Ramsay’s ‘Oh?” sounded surprised but she recovered. “You can ask but I reserve the right to change the subject.”
“Agreed,” Mad promised with a smile.
“So this signing tomorrow night, the press release said that it’s a book of new works,” Ramsay turned the attention to the poet. “Can you tell me anything?”
“I’ll give you a signed copy.” He told her.
“Oh no, I’ll pay for one…I didn’t mean to impose. Plus I’ll need to get one for my sister.”
“I’ll send fifty copies home with you.” He ran a hand through his hair and loosened the band holding it. “That way I wouldn’t have to do this blasted thing.”
“He doesn’t like to have to put on a suit.” My mother explained.
“Doesn’t he understand how attractive we find men when they dress up?” Ramsay winked at my mother.
“Especially when we undress them,” my mother added and then they laughed together.
Mad looked at my mother, “But it’s you I enjoy undressing.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Time.” I started to stand. “We’ll leave you two alone.” I was happy that my mother had found love. I didn’t necessarily need to see it.
“Morning, fishing.” Mad said to me.
“Ramses?” I was going to issue the invitation.
“Let her sleep in. Women don’t want to be getting up at the ass crack of dawn to sit out in the middle of the water waiting for a bite.” Sapphira turned to Ramsay. “You get up whenever and then we’ll have breakfast.”
“I don’t eat breakfast, just coffee.” Ramsay told me mother.
“Really?” I gave her a look.
She sighed and closed her eyes for a second, “I forgot. I would love to have breakfast.” She said with a smile.
“See you at four-thirty.” Mad called after us.
“I’ll be quiet,” I assured her.
“No, I don’t mind when you wake me.” Ramsay replied.
I didn’t keep regular hours. I’d worried about waking Ramsay so on those nights that I’d roll in at four, I went to my house. Until she told me that she wanted me to come to her. The only rule was that I was to wake her to tell her that I was home.
“Do you think she likes me?”
“Yeah, I do.” I closed our guestroom door and locked it.
“I didn’t know how much to say.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes.
“You can tell her as much or as little as you want.” I stood over her.
She looked up at me. “I want her to like me,” she whispered.
I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. “Who wouldn’t, you’re amazing.”
Ramsay’s head was resting on my shoulder, I thought she was almost asleep. She had let me eat her and then we made love, it was slow and intense.
“So what’s with you and having to fuck after we get off a plane?” Her voice was throaty and sexy as hell.
I turned and tilted my head so that I could see her face.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “We fucked in the pool when we got to St. Bart’s and then you did me against the wall.”
She didn’t sound upset. “Babe, I want to fuck you all of the time.”
She shifted so that she could lean up on one arm. “Yeah, sure.” She didn’t sound like she believed me.
“Have I ever not been ready to go?” I asked her with a smirk.
“You’re a guy,” she rolled her eyes.
“No, I’m your guy and let me tell you, my thought on an ideal vacation would be that we go somewhere quiet and I’d fuck you all of the time.”
Now she smirked, “You’d get tired eventually.”
“Then you’d fuck me.”
She laid back down on my chest. “You’ve got all of the answers.”
“Then you tell me about your ideal vacation.” I stroked her soft arm.
“I don’t know.” She said absently so I could tell that she was thinking about it.
“Just try. We don’t have to make plans tomorrow.” I teased her.
“Okay, well…I guess I’d take you.” She poked me in the belly.
“That’d be nice.”
“We’d find some cabin or a place to stay like Tye’s place in the woods. We could sleep in, and go for walks. If we had dogs, they would run around barking and playing.”
The woman wanted a dog, but with our jobs it would be hard to take care of it.
“We’d cook dinner and then sit in front of the fire.”
I like her vision very much. “Naked in front of the fire.”
“Okay, we could be naked by the firelight.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
We’d read and if we thought the other was interested, then read that passage aloud.”
This wasn’t a special trip that she was describing, this could be our lives.
“And movies, we could watch movies. I’d make you watch foreign films and you’d probably make me watch action ones and then you’d criticize everything that they did wrong.”
“How do you know that I don’t like foreign films? The sex scenes are usually graphic.” My hand moved to her hard nipple as I started toying with it.
“Jesus, give it a rest. If you want to go again, just ask.” She moved her arm so that I had more access to her body.
“I like the sound of your trip.” I told her.
“You always make me want things,” she said softly.
“Ramses, you make me want to give you those things.” I told her.
“I wish…”
I didn’t want to hear the next part so I kissed her.
This kiss wasn’t hot it was filled with longing. I knew she wanted a future with me as I did with her. I needed her to tell me what was holding her back.