Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“No, I was going to ask about the stuff I don’t know.”
“So you knew about the sex position?”
I roll my eyes. “Do you ever stop?”
“Stop what?”
“Like, turn off. Just be normal.”
He shrugs. “Define normal.”
“Okay that’s a fair point.”
We’re silent for a second before he clears his throat.
“Okay, maybe I have a hard time finding the off switch with you.” He shrugs. “Too many years being a pain in the butt to you maybe.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I mutter dryly as he chuckles again. But this time, he leans down, and I shiver as I feel him nuzzle some stray hairs from my messy bun away from my neck and kiss the skin there. I gasp quietly.
“What do you want to know, Moaner.”
“I dunno. I guess you never talk about South Carolina. You know, when you guys weren’t living in Southworth.”
He goes still behind me, his breathing growing steadier.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says quietly. “It’s just that it was a fucked-up time.”
I frown as I slide my hands up my arms to his, squeezing them.
“We can change the subject.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I mean my dad was working all the time trying to get the construction company ramping up, and we were dealing with my mom and all of her shit.”
My brow furrows, and I squeeze his hands a little tighter as something tightens inside of me. I only peripherally know the story about Patricia Scott, Jamison and Ethan’s mom, and none of it is good. I know she was an angry drunk, and frequently one. I know she cheated on Bobby left and right, disappearing for weeks on end only to come back begging for forgiveness. Or for cash. That is, until she finally took off for good to God knows where before Bobby finally divorced her and took his sons away with him.
“Sorry,” I say quietly.
“It really is fine. I mean, you know, fuck her. But it’s fine. It was pretty much just me and dad down there. I mean Ethan was already gone, at Lenox Hill getting his antisocial tendencied ass molded into a productive member of society.”
He chuckles at that one, and I smile.
“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”
“I mean, if we’re saying productive members of societies fuck their art teachers and then run off with her to Chicago to be a famous artists, then, fuck, sure.”
I giggle, and he chuckles as he leans in to kiss my neck again.
“How did you not end up there? At Lenox Hill I mean?”
He smirks. “’Cause I was getting into shit too?”
“Yeah, basically.”
He shrugs against me.
“My shit was teasing you. His shit was more breaking into cars and houses. Subtle difference.”
I shake my head.
“You were the worst.”
He chuckles, but when I’m still, he stops suddenly.
“Ramona—”
“No, I mean it,” I say quietly. I twist in his arms, my eyes narrowing as my mouth purses, and slowly, I push away from him into the center of the hot tub.
“You teased me relentlessly, and—”
“And all these years later, you still don’t get it, do you,” he growls lowly, his eyes blazing in the moonlight as he holds my gaze.
“Get what? That you were a dick to me? That you liked to torment me? That you hated—”
“I didn’t hate—”
“You did so!” I yell, jabbing a finger at him. “You went out of your way to be such an asshole to me because you—”
“Did it ever occur to you that I was in love with you?”
His words slice through the air like a knife, and suddenly, everything goes silent except the quiet bubbling of the water. I swallow, blinking as I wet my lips.
“What?”
“I didn’t hate you, Ramona,” he growls, holding my gaze unflinchingly as he pushes away from the wall and moves towards me. I swallow, backing away, but he keeps coming.
“I was in fucking love with you.”
I gasp as he lunges into me, pushing me back and pinning me to the edge of the hot tub behind me. His body presses against mine, and I moan quietly as his hands slide under the water to hold my waist. And suddenly, he leans in, and when his lips sear to mine, I melt into him. I moan, clutching at him and gasping as I open my lips for his tongue. He growls into me, pinning me hard to the edge of the hot tub as our pulses race and our bodies grind together.
“I’ve always been in love with you,” he whispers heatedly, pulling away just enough to murmur the words against my lips before I whimper and melt into him all over again.
My pulse races as my legs wrap around his grooved hips, my skin tingling with heat as my arms circle his neck. I roll my hips, and when I feel my bare pussy graze against the thick, throbbing underside of his cock, trapping it between my sex and his abs, I moan eagerly into his lips. Jamison growls, kissing me fiercely, one hand sliding to grab my ass tightly, the other slipping up to tangle in my hair. He tugs on it, and I whimper in pure pleasure as he tugs my head back by the hair and drops his mouth to my neck. I moan eagerly, grinding into him before I feel him chuckle.