Page 61 of Ruled Out

“Nearly half a million dollars?!” I burst out. “They’ve screwed you for all that money!”

“At least.”

My heart cracks. “Jessie, that’s so much money. Money for your future. Your career won’t last forever. God forbid, but it could end tomorrow.”

“I know. That’s not where it stops though. I have fines coming out of my ass for showing up late to practices and games. I pay my agent and PR team way more than their average clients since they’re constantly putting out fires my dad starts. He might hate me, but he doesn’t hide the fact that I’m his son. Neither does he hide what he gets up to in public.” He blows out a defeated breath. “You remember my black Mustang?”

I think back to the secret kisses we shared in it. “Yeah.”

“He totaled it a couple of months back. When I’d left for Seattle, I’d said he could use it. But he never got it insured. He got pissed one night at a bar and drove it straight into a store window. I paid for the damages and to keep the news about who had done it buried. Just lucky it was the middle of the night and the store was closed. And the fact that he didn’t kill anyone.”

Nausea swirls around in my stomach as my mom flashes in front of me.

Jessie turns to me, his hand coming to the side of my face. “Shit, Mia. I’m sorry. I didn’t think about your mom.” He scrubs at his face with his other hand. “See what I mean? He’s already hurting you.I’malready hurting you.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper, picking up the remote to silence the TV. “The only time you hurt me is when you shut me out.” I climb over him until I’m straddling his hips, and I feel the way he responds immediately.

He looks deep into my eyes, hands falling to my sides as he pins me to him. “What do you want, Mia?”

I bite my lip nervously. “I want to taste you. Give you what you gave to me earlier.”

“Mia, you don’t have?—”

I stop him with a finger to his lips. “I know, but Iwantto.”

My heart races as I lift off him and pull back the comforter, staring down at his cock, which is obviously huge, even beneath his athletic shorts.

I pull at his waistband, and Jessie raises his hips, making it easier for me to remove his shorts.

I expect him to be wearing boxers, so when his cock bobs up and rests just below his navel, I gasp at the shock.

Jessie chuckles, running a hand through my hair until it rests at the nape of my neck. He pulls me into him. “Have you done this before?”

When I told Jessie that I’d messed around with guys in the past, this is what I meant. In my heartbreak, I had gone out with a couple of girlfriends from back home. They convinced me the best way to get over whoever it was that had broken my heart—since I wouldn’t tell them—was to get under someone else.

Big mistake.

The guy I met at the bar told me we’d only make out in his car. We didn’t. He didn’t force himself on me, but he did make it pretty clear that the goalposts had changed when he unzipped his pants.

I could’ve gotten out of the car and gone back into the bar. But I wanted to prove to myself that I was over Jessie.

I had tears in my eyes the entire time, and I hated it. So, I vowed never to touch anyone else again. A stupid and unrealistic promise—I knew that. But unless it was Jessie I was touching, I just wasn’t interested.

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I pump him once, and he groans in pleasure. The sound shoots straight through me,pooling between my legs. I look at him; he asked the question, and I don’t want to lie.

“Once.”

A crease forms between his eyebrows, almost like he’s regretting asking me. “Did you like it?”

I shake my head. “No. Because he wasn’t you.”

His dick leaks in my hand as it grows even bigger. I’m nervous. I can’t pretend that my inexperience doesn’t affect my confidence, but I’m determined to make this the best blow job he’s ever had.

I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip, and he groans way louder than the last time, his fingers twisting in my hair.

His response spurs me on and fills my chest with warmth, letting me know I’m making it good for him.

He’s huge—so much bigger than the guy from the bar, but going down on Jessie is also so much easier.

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