Determining Possession (Connecticut Kings Book 3)

by Christina C Jones

  He kept moving lower.

  Licking and biting the bottoms of my breasts, kissing his way down my stomach, until he was between my legs again. He pushed until my knees were pressed against my chest, putting his whole face in it. I was back on the edge of an orgasm two seconds after his mouth touched me, but this time, he pulled back… and took his boxers off.

  I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping when he sprang free. My eyes went up to the ceiling as he reached for one of those condoms packets and ripped it open. I didn’t look at him again until he climbed between my legs, lowering himself to hover on top of me again.

  “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, looking me right in the eyes. “This isn’t a bell we can unring.”

  I pushed out a breath as I considered his words. So far, crossing this line with him had been amazing. Just as I expected, he’d been a gentleman, very into pleasing me, had made sure my orgasm happened first – twice. But something about actual penetration felt like a whole other ballgame – no pun intended. Just like he said, it wasn’t a bell we could unring.

  “I just don’t want us to not be friends after this,” I whispered, and he gave me a little smile as he leaned into kiss me.

  “I can’t think of a single reason why we wouldn’t be.”

  I brought my hands up, wrapping my arms over his shoulders and planting my hands at the back of his neck. “Then… yeah. I’m sure.”

  He nodded, and then… he was inside of me.

  Immediately, my body contracted and clenched, responding to what it probably considered a breach. But he pulled back, slowly, then pushed in again, a little further this time.

  “You’ve gotta relax,” he murmured into my ear as he repeated that action, only getting a little further than before. We went like that for a little longer, with minimal progress, before I let out a sigh.

  “It’s too big,” I told him, with more of a whine than I intended. But I was frustrated – not with him, but with my body. Eight years of extra-medium dick, and now that there was a real one available, it didn’t want to cooperate.

  Ugh.

  Ramsey shook his head as he pulled back, then pushed in again. “It’s not.” He put his mouth to my ear, sucking my earlobe as a momentary distraction from the pain. “Relax, and be patient.”

  “But—”

  “But nothing,” he said, with a little extra bark in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine. He brought his hand to my neck, hooking his pointer finger and thumb under my chin to make me face him. “You’re not a quitter, right?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Well then…” he lowered his head to mine, gently nibbling my bottom lip before he grinned. “Take this dick like the champ you are.”

  He swallowed my scream with a kiss as he plunged all the way into me, so deep that his pelvis bumped against mine. Initially, pain rocked through me, but pleasure followed immediately after, as he pressed against what had to be the spot I’d long considered a myth. He pulled back, then buried himself in me again, and this time my body eagerly accepted him. I closed my eyes as he began to create a rhythm – slow, deep strokes that very quickly had me feeling like I was losing my mind.

  “Good girl,” he groaned in my ear, and God, why did that make me even wetter? My fingernails dug into his ass cheeks as he plunged into me, kissing and sucking my neck to the same tempo as his strokes.

  It was good – it was so damned good – but then he sat back on his knees, hooking my legs over his arms, and suddenly it was even better. I was even wetter. And he was faster, and deeper, and harder, and just… hell yes. I protested when out of nowhere, he pulled away, but then my knees were against my chest again, and his face was between my legs, and… just… hell yes.

  When he came up for air, he turned me onto my side. Still sitting up on his knees, he propped one of my legs on his shoulder and plunged in again, going so deep that I instinctively raised my hands, pressing my hands against his chest, trying in vain to move him back.

  But it hurt so damn good.

  He didn’t even pull out before he turned me over to my knees, then pulled me upright with him. The only thing I could do was moan my pleasure and take it when he put that hand around my neck again, holding firm as he plunged into me from behind. His other hand moved to my clit, using his middle finger to play with it as he kissed my back.

  “Ramsey please,” I moaned, as blissful pressure flooded my core. “I… it’s too much,” I whimpered, closing my eyes in response to the hot tears I felt building behind my eyelids.

  “I’ll stop when you come,” he grunted against my shoulder, then returned his mouth to my neck. My heart was already racing – on the verge of exploding – when he tightened his grip, plunging deeper, sucking my neck harder, adding another layer of passion to what was already beyond intense.

  “I can’t – I can’t,” I managed to say, whimpering when I felt his mouth against my ear again.

  “Then come,” he demanded, pressing and holding his fingers against my clit.

  A few seconds later, I stopped breathing, and there was nothing – nothing – but … bliss. No sight, no sound, just an explosion of feeling that made me burst into tears. Behind me, Ramsey slammed into me hard, arms locked around my waist, keeping me tight against him as he came. Wave after wave of pleasure kept washing over me, prolonged by the fullness of him still inside me, and every kiss he pressed to my back as he circled his arms around my shoulders, whispering soothing words in my ear.

  “You’re okay,” he said, over and over, but… was I, really? I’d never – never – felt anything like that before, and even once he finally pulled out, gently lowering me to the bed, my body was still humming. At least, the parts I could actually feel, which were all below the knee and above the waist.

  He left me there on the bed to dispose of the condom, and when he came back a few minutes later, it was with a warm, wet towel, true to his gentleman nature.

  A gentleman who just fucked you into tears, I reminded myself, using the towel he offered to wipe my face first, then holding it between my legs – which I still couldn’t feel.

  My attention was taken away from that by Ramsey’s lips, as he pulled me into a slow, perfect, lazy kiss. When our eyes opened afterward, he held my gaze for a moment before he smirked and laid back, stretching his thick frame across my bed before he hooked his hands behind my head.

  “That was… goddamn,” he muttered.

  I more than agreed, but said nothing. I was too distracted by his nude body – more specifically, his dick, which was standing straight up, thick and hard and ready for action.

  Again.

  Already.

  A thought crossed my mind, and a smiled came with it, which I quickly tried to hide.

  “What you grinning about?” Ramsey asked, turning to pull me into his arms.

  I shook my head. “Nothing.”

  At least… not anything I was about to tell him.

  Eventually though… I would tell Margot she was right about just how much he deserved that nickname of Sledgehammer – on and off the football field.

  Eight

  “So, do I start looking for your new place in Stamford or not? Or are you sticking with your roots and moving to Bridgeport?”

  I chuckled at Clayton’s question as I pulled up to one of the last stop signs before I arrived at my destination. Quietly, my stomach growled, and I glanced at the paper shopping bag that occupied my passenger’s seat, frowning at the overpowering aroma of bacon and waffles that filled my vehicle. I was hungry as hell, but that was far from the main reason I was ready to get where I was going.

  “Clay, bruh…relax,” I laughed. “How are you more anxious than I am?”

  His voiced boomed through the speakers in my truck. “I’m not anxious, I’m ready to get moving. Let’s fucking go, son.”

  Shaking my head, I pulled up to the gate that would let me up to the house, and keyed in the code that would make it swing open. “Not even go
nna front – I’m ready too. I’m trying to be patient though, you know? It’s not a guarantee.”

  “Stop saying that shit.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with me wanting to manage my expectations?” I asked, as I stopped the car and shifted into “park”. “When I know something, you’ll be… somewhere in the first five people I tell, aiight?”

  “First five?! Damn, who gets number one?”

  “Chloe,” I laughed. “She asked to be first to know so she can start… public relating as soon as possible. And I have to let my agent know too. And Aunt Phylicia. And obviously Wil.”

  “So that’s my replacement now, huh? I see how you do, moving me out of number four so she can have it. I hope she’s good to you nigga, I really do.”

  I was still laughing at Clay’s faux jealousy when I got out the car, going around to the other side to grab the bag full of breakfast. “Whatever man, I’ll talk to you later.”

  I got off the phone, and then took a deep breath before I moved to head into Wil’s temporary housing at her parent’s home. I’d taken her key with me to go get breakfast at her favorite little local spot, leaving her in a state that was miles outside of the dynamic we’d been working on for years.

  Naked and exhausted.

  I was getting ready to put my key in the door when it swung open. My eyes went wide at the sight of Wil’s mother on the other side, but I quickly tucked the key back into my pocket and put on a smile.

  “Ramsey, hi sweetie!” she greeted warmly, extending her arms for a hug that I easily gave. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you – our girl isn’t feeling well this morning.”

  My eyebrow shot up. “Really? What’s wrong with her?”

  “Well, her father and I went on a little getaway yesterday, and didn’t get back until this morning. I stopped in to check on her, but she wasn’t answering, so I peeked in, and found her laid out in the bed, no clothes on, couldn’t even get herself up!”

  “That doesn’t sound good at all,” I shook my head. “What do you think is wrong?”

  Carla glanced backward, like she was making sure Wil couldn’t hear. “I’ll tell you what I think, even though she swears it’s not it – that girl is hardheaded! She’s been putting herself through entirely too much. The crazy workouts, barely eating, all while she’s still dealing with the Darius thing, and the career change. She probably strained a muscle or something out on the track and didn’t realize it. How could she? The girl is running around pretending to be normal, like she’s not mentally and emotionally exhausted, but she doesn’t want to hear it from her mama. So, maybe she’ll listen to you.”

  “Listen to me?” I asked, and she nodded.

  “Yes. We only came home to switch suitcases before we head to the West coast for a few days, and Mama has done all she can do. I ran her a hot bath and helped her in there, and I was going back to my house to fix her something to eat, but it looks like you have that covered. If she needs some help out of the tub, just avert your eyes,” she laughed, as if I hadn’t seen and tasted every inch of her daughter the night before. “I made her promise to call Mimi if she can’t get around today though, okay?”

  With those last words, Wil’s mother breezed out the front door, closing it behind her. I put the bag of food down on the counter, then peeked out the window until I saw her round the corner to the main house before I went looking for Wil, who was indeed in the bathtub, eyes closed, submerged in a pile of bubbles.

  I walked up the tub and knelt beside her, pushing a few strands of half-straight/half-curly hair behind her ear. The movement made her open her eyes, and for a few moments we said nothing as our gazes connected.

  “Hi…” she said, finally, turning in my direction and planting her elbows on the side of the small tub. “I see you came back.”

  “Yeah. I just went to grab breakfast for us, since there was nothing in your fridge. I texted you, to say where I was.”

  She shrugged. “Haven’t seen it. I opened my eyes to my mother in my face, asking why I was naked.”

  “Wow.” I grinned. “Quite a wakeup call.”

  “It really was.”

  After a couple of seconds of silence, I reached forward to touch her, using my fingertips to make a line through the bubbles on her arms – a lot less than I wanted to do, with her barely covered and looking sexy as hell in that tiny tub.

  “So…” I started. “Muscle strain had you stuck in the bed, huh?”

  That question was met with a soft laugh, and a subtle shake of her head. “No. You had me stuck in the bed from the way you woke me up at three this morning. I was sore, and… friggin’ paralyzed from the waist down. Still.”

  “My bad, Champ.”

  She visibly shivered about that for some reason, then bit down on her lip as she pulled back, away from my touch. “Nothing to apologize for. I needed last night. So thank you.”

  I shook my head. “Nothing to be thanking me for. Last night was mutual. But why do I get the feeling that you’re putting up a wall right now?”

  “Not intentionally,” she said, but didn’t deny it. “I just… I don’t really know what to do right now. I mean, you and I were friends, but then last night—”

  “Doesn’t have to change that, in the slightest.”

  “But none of my other friends have screwed my brains out, Ramsey. Let’s not pretend this is just the normal course of a friendship, because it isn’t. This is… something else.”

  I raised my shoulders. “Okay, so let’s allow it to be something else. We don’t have to make the shit weird.”

  “I’m not trying to make it weird, but I knew how to look at you before. I knew what category you fit into for me. “Ramsey is my friend.” But friends don’t give friends multiple orgasms. Friends don’t tongue kiss. Friends don’t sex friends to sleep.”

  “Says who?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t helpful, and Wil rolled her eyes.

  “Says me. I don’t know how to define this.”

  “Why do you have to? We slept together one time, and you’re bugging right now.”

  Her face immediately twisted into a scowl. “Okay, first of all—”

  “I already know, don’t tell you you’re bugging.”

  “Thank you,” she snapped. “Second – my life has too much other chaos happening to leave this up in the air. And third – Ramsey, do you seriously think it’s only going to be this one night? After the way we…” she closed her eyes, and shook her head. “There’s just no way.”

  “Too good for just once, huh?” I asked, and her eyes shot open so she could scowl at me again.

  “Can you be serious please?”

  I nodded. “My bad. To answer your question… no. I don’t think it’s going to just be the one night. I think that what happened last night was inevitable—”

  “So you expected that? For us to sleep together? Is that what you’ve been thinking this whole time, while I thought we were just friends?!”

  “Hell no,” I said, squashing that shit immediately. “I’m not saying that, at all. I’m just… shit, look at how naturally we fell into that vibe, Wil. No awkwardness, it just felt like something that was supposed to happen. So the way I see it, maybe this was how it was always gonna be.”

  “So what, in your mind, we’re together or something?”

  I frowned. “Is that what you think I’m trying to push on you?”

  “No, it’s…” She let out a heavy enough sigh that it called my attention to the fact that her eyes were glossy. It felt like the whole conversation was going south, and I wasn’t sure that touching her wouldn’t make it worse. “I don’t think you’re trying to pressure me into anything Ramsey. But I can’t get it out of my head.”

  “Can’t get what out of your head?”

  “That maybe what you’re saying is right, that it was always supposed to be you and me, that maybe everything that’s happened was just God lining things up the way he wanted them. And that maybe… I’m about to fuck it all up.”<
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  “Why do you think you’re about to mess something up?”

  “Because… I can’t do this right now, Ramsey. I can’t date you, or anybody right now, not with… everything. I know what happened between us last night – loved what happened between us last night. But I ended an eight year relationship two months ago. Before I’m part of an “us” again… I need some time to just be me.”

  She looked so broken up about saying those words to me that I felt bad about having to stifle a laugh. Not because what she was saying was funny, but because… “Wil… duh.” I reached forward, cupping her chin to make her face me as I spoke. “You think I suddenly forgot everything you’ve been through, everything we’ve talked about in the last few months? I promise you, I haven’t. I’m not asking you to do something you aren’t ready for – I’m asking you to be open to letting our friendship shift to accommodate what happened last night, so that we don’t fall into some bullshit, awkward place where it won’t survive. That’s all.”

  “You say that like it’s so simple.”

  “Because I think it can be. I mean… what’s really changed, honestly?”

  She blushed a little, as a sheepish grin spread over her face. “Well… the fact that you’ve been inside of me now is pretty major, I think.”

  “I guess you have a point there. But… hey, you know what?” I tugged her toward me as I leaned forward, to speak into her ear. “It sounds to me like we just got closer. I’ve touched you everywhere, tasted you everywhere, been inside you… nah, we can’t just call each other friends anymore. We’re goddamn besties now.”

  I grinned at the way she laughed about that, using wet hands to try to shove me back. But that just made me reach into the water, slipping my hands underneath to lift her out as she squealed.