Chapter 10
TEN
Ruby
Ransom stares at me with those all-seeing gray eyes of his, and I feel like he’s staring right into my soul. I can see his love for me in those eyes and it has fireworks going off inside of me.
“Let’s go home,” he tells me, and I nod.
“We’ll take my truck from now on. Can’t have anything happening to my girl or my baby,” he says, his hand falling to my stomach.
He slips the helmet over my head and tightens the strap for me.
I smile up at him and he grins down at me.
It feels so good to have him taking care of me.
I didn’t realize how good it would feel to admit my feelings and just be with him, but it feels perfect.
Like it was meant to be. We’re two puzzle pieces that were made to fit together.
I kind of hate that I put us through all of this, but at least we’re together now.
“You’re moving in with me. We’ll get your things tomorrow from your house,” he tells me, and I frown at him.
“I can’t just leave Cameron like that. She’ll need help with the rent,” I argue.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“How?”
“Ruby, love,” he says with a grin over his shoulder at me. “I’m rich.”
With that, he starts the bike and takes off. I gasp, clinging to him as we head towards his place.
When we park outside, I climb off and turn to look at him.
“What do you mean that you’re rich?” I ask him in confusion, and he laughs.
“My dad was really good with investments. He taught me everything he knew, plus I inherited everything after he passed. It’s why I only work odd jobs, things that interest me, because I don’t really have to work, and now you don’t have to either.”
“I’m not just mooching off of you!” I argue, and he shakes his head.
“You’re not a mooch. You’re not your mom,” he assures me. “We’re a team, Rubes. What’s mine is yours.”
It feels wrong. I mean, I saw my mother go through so many men, but Ransom is the only man I’ve ever been with. I know that I’m not like her. Hell, I didn’t even know he had money until a minute ago. Still, it’s hard to shake that feeling.
“We’ll work on it,” Ransom promises me, and I want to argue with him, but before I can, he has me in his arms, and he’s carrying me inside and into his bedroom.
He’s already proven he can take my weight and loves it, so I don’t feel any shame now. I’m hungry for his kiss, ready for what comes next, but there’s a part of him that’s fascinated me since I first saw it.
He sets me on my feet, never breaking the kiss and I sway against him slightly as I try to clear my head.
Focus, Ruby!
I groan as I pull away and move down to the floor, on my knees between his legs.
I push my hands under his shirt, then to the snap of his pants.
I pull the button and zipper, but he stops my fingers. I look up at him, protesting with a frown. “I want to do this, Ransom. You didn’t let me last time. I want to know what makes you feel good. Let me explore.”
He hesitates, his eyes searching mine. “You can taste it, Ruby, but I don’t want to finish in your mouth.”
“I want you to,” I respond, my eyes clashing with his. His narrow as he pulls up his shirt, revealing his abs and that muscled, tattooed chest of his. The inked skin makes my mouth water. “Fine. I won’t be stubborn.”
He smirks down at me and pulls the shirt over his head. I pull at his jeans, pulling them off his body. His eyes are burning into me, daring me to continue. I hold eye contact as I pull at my clothes and a rush of pleasure rushes over me when I’m naked and can see the heat in his eyes.
This man wants me. So badly.
I swallow hard, feeling a flush of heat between my legs as I think about how this will feel.
Taking a deep breath, I reach down and grab his erection, wrapping my hand around it.
I can feel the heat radiating from his skin and the hardness of his length against my palm.
It’s surprisingly bigger than I remember, and I can’t help but moan softly as I stroke him gently.
I’m fascinated with the jewelry piercing the tip and lean down, flicking at it with my tongue.
I’m not sure what to do with it, so I close my lips over the tip, my eyes going up to his. Ransom watches me intently, his eyes locked on my every move.
“You’re doing so good, Ruby,” he whispers, his voice low and commanding. I feel a thrill of excitement rush through me at his words.
I continue to stroke him, my fingers moving up and down his length, feeling the ridges and veins as my tongue starts to seek out more of him.
His hips start to thrust upward, meeting my tongue, my hand, and my lips. I can tell he’s enjoying this, and it makes me want to please him even more. I let my tongue dart out, tracing the veins on his shaft, and then circle the head, tasting his salty flavor.
He moans softly, his hips rocking back and forth as I continue to explore him. I take the head into my mouth, sucking gently, and his hands tighten against his sides.
“Ruby,” he breathes, his voice low and gravelly.
I want to make him feel good, make him feel loved and desired.
I take more of him into my mouth, my lips moving up and down his length.
I flick my tongue over the sensitive spot beneath the piercing, making him groan again.
I suck him deeper into my mouth. I want to know everything about him, to possess him in every way possible.
Ransom watches me with a mix of desire and approval, his muscles flexing under my touch. He reaches down to grab my hair, guiding my movements, showing me how to please him. I start to suck and lick, feeling his hardness grow even more in my hand and mouth.
I want to make him feel good and show him that I can be just as adventurous and wild as he is.
I want to know what it feels like to make him groan with pleasure, to feel his climax build up and release into my mouth.
I can feel my own arousal building, my fists clenching around his shaft as I suck and lick his tip, feeling a thrill of desire course through me.
Ransom watches me, his eyes burning into me, his body trembling as I continue to please him. His hard length swells even more against my tongue and I know that he’s close. I want to be the one to bring him to that blissful release.
I take him deeper into my mouth, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the piercing, and he groans, his hips bucking up against me.
I know he’s close, and I want to feel it all.
I take more of him into my mouth, feeling him throb against my lips, and his hand tightens in my hair, holding me in place.
“Ruby,” he moans, his voice strangled. “You have to stop, Ruby.”
I ignore his demand, going down the length of him again until he hits the back of my throat. He’s so big I can’t fit him all, but I keep trying, wanting all of him in my mouth when he lets go.
“Ruby, stop,” he says louder, pulling back and away. I whimper in protest, but he stands up, bending me over the bed. His hand slides down my ass as he opens my legs. I feel his fingers plunge into me and groan, panting into the sheet. “You are so gorgeous. Let me explore you, Ruby. Don’t rush it.”
I move away from him, settle on his pillows, and hold my hands out to him. “Come to me then. Show me what I’m going to have for the rest of my life.”
He moves over me, his fingers stroking my brown hair away from my face.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. I can feel his breath on my face, his lips just barely brushing against mine. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can see the love and desire in them.
He moves his hand down my body, tracing the outline of my curves, and I shiver at his touch. His fingers, strong and capable, entwine with mine, and I feel a thrill of excitement run through me.
He kisses me gently on the lips, and I can taste the saltiness from my mouth, mingled with the sweetness of his lips. Our tongues dance together, each movement more passionate than the last.
His hand moves to my waist, and he pulls me closer to him, his erection pressing against me.
I can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his length, and the pleasure caused each time his tip slides along my clit and the jewelry presses into my skin.
Over and over, that tip slides against me until I’m panting, unable to say words. I want him inside of me too much.
“I’m going to love you, Ruby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my forehead. I close my eyes, inhale his scent, and feel a warmth spread throughout my body. “Forever.”
He kisses me softly, his lips grazing mine as he begins to explore my body with his fingers. I arch my back, letting out a soft moan as his fingers find their way deep inside me, stroking me in rhythm. My breath hitches, my heart racing as he increases the pace.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my voice shaky with emotion. “I want to feel this forever with you, Ransom.”
He looks down at me, his eyes filled with love and desire. “You are mine, Ruby,” he says with a grin, his lips brushing against my ear. “And I am yours.”
I smile, feeling a sense of completeness wash over me. He is mine. Forever. We fit together. We were meant to be. From that first moment that we met, I knew it. Now I kind of wish that I hadn’t fought my feelings for him so much.
His lips move down my jaw, over my collarbone, down to my nipples as he builds me up, his fingers dancing inside of me.
I grip onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin; when his lips close around my left nipple at the same moment, he moves his thumb to press over my clit.
My hips buck up into him, and I hear him chuckle softly.
He doesn’t let go of my nipple, and all I can do is hang on as pleasure bolts through me.
“Ransom,” I say, not sure what I’m begging for. I want him inside me, but I don’t want him to stop either. His fingers fill me so completely that I don’t want it to stop. I’m so close, but I want him inside of me. too.