Chapter 5
Ramsey~
I was sitting on the hood of my Range Rover, my feet on the bumper, my knees supporting my elbows, as I scanned the parking lot for Emerson.
It was the first day of school, and I’d shown up early to browbeat the school counselor into telling me everything that he knew about the girl. Truth be told, it hadn’t taken much. I had walked into his office, then had demanded to see Emerson’s schedule. After only a half-ass feeble attempt to talk to me about privacy, he had finally handed it over.
When I’d seen that we only had four out of seven classes together, I had tried to force him to change her schedule, but he’d held steadfast on that refusal. It wasn’t until he had explained that she couldn’t graduate if he changed her schedule that I finally relented and made do with the four classes. Luckily, one of the four classes that we shared was first period, so I was waiting in the parking lot for her because we were going to walk into that class together.
After Liam and Deke had left my house yesterday evening, I’d sat up most of the night, deciding how I was going to play out this insane attraction that I had towards Emerson. I knew that she wanted nothing to do with me, but I wasn’t going to give her a choice in the matter.
She was too fun a game not to play.
I looked over when a dull, rusted, grey Pontiac pulled into the parking lot. Hell, everyone looked over at the mess pulling up. The car didn’t belong here, just like the girl that opened the driver’s side door didn’t belong here. Emerson was dressed in the school’s mandatory uniform, and the image of her screamed in contrast to her car.
She also had her chocolate locks pinned up on the top of her head in a lazy-looking bun, and while I couldn’t make out the details of her face, I would bet my left nut that she wasn’t wearing any makeup again. Something told me that Emerson showed up here today with a big ‘fuck you’ decorating her entire body.
I watched as she walked towards the school’s entrance, and I knew that it probably irritated the fuck out of her that she would have to pass us to enter the school’s building. Still, I was loving the view, regardless of the attitude in her stride.
The school’s uniform for the girls was made up of a light blue collared button-up shirt with either short sleeves or long. Emerson was wearing the short-sleeved version, even though the air was a little crisp this morning. The girls also had an option of wearing a dark blue pleated skirt or wearing dark blue slacks. However, the slacks were unflattering, so most of the school’s female population opted for the skirt, even in cold weather. Emerson had chosen the skirt, and my dick had taken quick notice. She had also polished off her look with the same white sandals that she’d worn on Friday night.
As she passed, I almost jumped off the hood of my car, then rushed her. That’s how fucking insane her pull on me was. In this moment, I wanted nothing more than to flip her skirt up, rip off her panties, then fuck her until she couldn’t live without me inside her.
Emerson had just passed in front of me when I jumped off the hood of my car, then called out to her. “Hey, Charity?”
She kept on walking, but not without raising her hand, then lifting her middle finger towards me first, and if my dick hadn’t already been twitching…well, it was rock hard now.
Much like Friday night, I ran after her again, not giving a fuck about the waves of gasps and whispers that followed afterwards. I knew that everyone was engrossed with my fascination with Emerson, but I didn’t care; I didn’t answer to them. Hell, I didn’t answer to anyone, not even my parents.
Emerson had just made it inside the building when I came up behind her. I grabbed her by the arm, then pushed her up against the nearest wall. I flattened my hands up against the brick on either side of her head, caging her in. However, I really overstepped when I pushed the front of my body against her back, pinning her trapped between me and the wall. I made sure that I nestled my hardened cock against her lower back, letting her know just how hard I was for her.
I leaned down, and instead of biting into her neck with all the access that her pinned up hair gave me, I traced the outline of her ear with my breath. “Not even going to say good morning?” I asked mockingly.
Her chest started heaving, and her body sank into mine with each breath. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to get through the day without just fucking taking her . Now, while I’d done a lot of brutal shit in my life, wanting to take Emerson without her permission was new, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Get off me,” she seethed through clenched teeth.
“You have no idea just how badly I’d love to get off on you, Emerson,” I chuckled in her ear.
Her breath hitched, and it made the tip of my dick leak. However, the school’s entrance was filled with students enraptured by the scene being played out. No one was in a hurry to get to their first class of the day, and that was the only reason that my hand wasn’t already up her skirt.
In an unexpected move, Emerson threw her full weight back against my chest, and the move created enough space for her to turn around and face me. She looked up at me, and her grey eyes had darkened into a weathered pewter, and she had to be the most beautiful thing that I’d ever seen in my entire fucking life.
She lifted her chin as she retorted, “I already told you, Ramsey. I’m not interested in what you think is a good time. I prefer men to boys.”
I smiled.
I couldn’t help it.
She could stand there all day and tell me that she was unaffected by me, but I knew better. While her face gave nothing away, her body spoke for her. I reached out, then placed both of my hands on her hips, pulling her body towards mine. She gasped, but I ignored her shocked outrage. I had a point to make here, and she wasn’t going to stop me from making it.
“Make no mistake, Emerson,” I smirked. “Every inch of me is all man. Something you will find out soon enough, baby.”
Emerson narrowed her eyes up at me. “If you want to go slumming, might I suggest the girls whose parents make only ten million a year. I’m sure they’re more your fit.”
I wanted to laugh.
Christ, this girl had balls.
Instead, I reached down, then grabbed her backpack with one hand while my other hand intertwined with hers. I didn’t give her time to protest, either. I just tugged on her hand, then left her to either walk beside me or trail after me. I didn’t care which.
To her credit, she tried to snatch her hand out of mine. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Where in the fuck do you think you’re taking me?”
The hallway parted as everyone stood around gawking. It was like Emerson and I were in a goddamn parade as we walked down the hallway with all the spectators around. Granted, the seas would have parted for me anyway, but with Emerson in tow, everyone was really making an effort to step out of the way.
“To class,” I answered, not giving her anything more.
“Wh…what? How do you-”
I stopped, then pulled her towards me, peering down at her again. “I know every fucking thing that goes on in this school, Charity,” I informed her. “That means that I know your schedule, where your locker is, and even your fucking locker combination.” I turned away from her, then continued pulling her behind me until we got to class.
As soon as we walked into the classroom, I headed straight for the back of the room, still pulling Emerson behind me. The classrooms were designed college-style where there was stadium seating, so it took a few seconds to find our seats. However, the second that I sat down, Emerson took the opportunity to bolt and try to find a seat up front. I jumped up, then reaching out until I had the back of her neck crushed in my grip, I yanked her back, forcing her to sit next to me.
“Get your fucking hands off me, Ramsey,” she snarled.
I tightened my hand around her neck until I saw her wince. “My fucking hands are going to continue to be all over you, Emerson,” I snapped. “So, I suggest you get used to it.”
Then she really fucked me up.
“Oh, really?” she asked, right before she opened her thighs and let me inhale her scent. “And where exactly is all over, Ramsey?”
This girl had no idea who in the fuck she was dealing with.
I had no problem spreading her pretty thighs wide open, then fucking her in front of the entire class. I wasn’t insecure about the size of my dick, and I knew that I could fuck, so I had nothing to be embarrassed about.
I leaned down farther until she was almost laid out with my body covering hers. “Be careful, baby. I have no problem sinking into your tight, warm, little pussy right here in front of everyone,” I threatened.
Her chest was heaving, and I could smell her arousal, but she still didn’t back down. “I wonder how disappointed you’d be to find out that my pussy isn’t really all that tight,” she smirked. “Men, Ramsey. Remember, I like men.”
This. Fucking. Girl .
I couldn’t stop the snarl at the thought of her being fucked by other guys. I might not be her first, but I would be her best if it killed me. God, she had me so pissed off. So pissed off and worked up that I seriously contemplated fucking her right here and now.
“I can’t wait to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you the fuck up.”
Emerson laughed.
She honest-to-God laughed in my face.
She placed her hands on my chest, and I let her push me back to a seated position. When she was done laughing, she shocked me yet again. “Ramsey, if the day ever comes where you have your dick in my mouth, the last thing that you’ll be thinking about is shutting me up. You will be begging me to have mercy on you,” she smirked.
The teacher finally addressed the class, and so I ignored her comment, and not because I gave a fuck what the teacher was saying. I didn’t respond because a small part of me believed her. I was teetering on the edge of insanity as it was, so there was a good chance that she was right, and if I ever did get my dick near her in that capacity, I would be begging.
The fact that she wasn’t a virgin also clawed at my inner caveman. Now, it wasn’t that I cared if a girl gave up the goods to every boy that she’d ever met or was waiting until marriage. As far as I was concerned, women had every right to explore their sexuality just as men did. Emerson’s lack of a hymen wasn’t a problem for me. No. My problem was the added pressure of making sure that I would be the best that she ever had. Emerson’s personality was so large that there was no way that this girl laid there like a dead fish in bed. It would be a fight for dominance once I got her naked, and I had every intention of being the one on top.
Even if it killed me.