Page 70 of Ruled Out

Crawling over her, I pull at the hem of her deep red sweater. She sits up fully, and I pull her top overhead, revealing a lacy, similarly colored bra. It’s stunning against her fair complexion.

I pause, taking in the sight of her beneath me. “You look like pure perfection.”

She brings one of her hands to my cheek, pulling me down for a kiss. “My thong matches. I wanted it to be the last thing you removed before you took my virginity.”

My callous palm meets her soft, flushed cheek. “You want this tonight, Mia?”

“Yes,” she whispers into the silence of my darkened room.

My trembling lips meet hers, and I kiss her deeply. The second I close my eyes, images of nineteen-year-old Mia lying on her bed flash through my mind, along with the pain etched across her face when I let her dad lead me out of the house and away from us.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask, reaching behind her and popping the clasp on her bra.

Her full breasts spill free, and I lean down, taking her right nipple into my mouth.

She throws her head back and moans at the sensation, the sound shooting straight to my dick. “Yes, I never stopped taking it.”

My mouth moves from her nipple to the crook of her neck, kissing my way up to her left ear. Blood pulses through my body, gathering in my rock-hard cock. Though it’s not the pounding of my heart rate, nor is it the rush of adrenaline I feel right now, that overwhelms me. It’s the sight of Mia as she looks up at me with so much trust that has my emotions spinning out of control.

“I know I hurt you when I left that day. I know you thought I walked away from us. You had every right to be pissed at me, and I’m so fucking sorry,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “There’s never been anyone else, Mia. Not since the day I met you, not after I got traded to Seattle. You’re the last girl I laid down beneath me, and if I’m lucky enough, you’re the only woman I’ll ever get to call mine.”

MIA

My eyes sting in the best possible way when Jessie hovers over me, whispering into my ear.

“You haven’t been with anyone since …” I trail off, still trying to process everything he just admitted.

So many times, I was convinced he’d moved on. I spent weeks, maybe even months, avoiding news outlets and places where there was a risk of seeing him pictured with other women on nights out. I have no doubt there were some posted, but to know he never went further with anyone, to know he waited for me … if I ever had any doubts about sleeping with him, they’d be out the window right about now.

Slowly, he shakes his head, his dark blond hair falling over his eyes. “No. My head told me to try and move on. That I’dfucked everything up with you and you were better off without me. But my heart never did, Sweetheart.” He brushes his lips over mine. “When you love someone the way I love you, they’re impossible to forget. I never wanted to forget the way it felt to be yours.”

I open my mouth to speak, to check that he just told me he loved me, even though I know my ears heard him right. But he presses a finger to my swollen lips.

“Here’s another thing about me. I might be about to take it slow with you tonight. I want to savor the way you wrap around me. I want to draw out every orgasm I give you—and there will be multiple, Mia. But you need to know I have a dirty fucking mouth, and it’s desperate to tell you all the things my hands, tongue, and dick are dying to do to this stunning body of yours. You’ll never wonder what another man feels like because you’ll know there is no one else in this universe who can fuck you like I can.”

Straddling my body, he sits back on his heels and brings his hands to the waistband of my black leggings, peeling them down until I’m left in only my thong.

His gaze drops to my lace-covered pussy, and an appreciative rumble emanates from his chest. “When I push inside you for the first time, do you want to still be wearing this hot-as-fuck scrap of lace?” He drops down onto one arm and pins me with a feral stare, running his hand over the soaked material. “I know you’re gonna be so damn tight, but with the way you’re weeping for me, I’ll slide right inside you easily.”

My core clenches at his dirty words. “Push them to the side. I want you in me right now.”

Jessie comes to stand over me, and I scoot back into the center of the bed. In one move, he pushes his jeans and boxers down, and they pool at his bare ankles as he steps out of them.

He reaches over and grabs a pillow from the top of the bed, handing it to me. “Put this under your head, Sweetheart. I want you as comfortable as possible tonight.”

My pulse throbs in my ears as I follow his commands.

As he kneels on the bed, his thick thighs on either side of my body, I watch the way he works himself above me, the tip already shining with his needy release. I know what that tastes like, and instantly, I want him in my mouth again. But tonight, I want him inside me way more. Somehow, he looks even bigger than he did last night.

“Are you sure you’re going to fit, Jessie?” I ask on a shaky inhale.

He crawls over me, nudging my legs apart with his knees. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Mia. You’re gonna be so damn full of me, especially when I finally come inside you. But there’s no way my dick isn’t sliding into that pretty, wet pussy of yours, and when I sit all the way inside, I’ll hit spots you never knew existed. You think the orgasm I gave you last night was good? You’ll be chanting my name all night.”

With two fingers to his mouth, he sucks on them slowly and then runs them across my bottom lip. “Open for me.”

I swirl my tongue around them, and I watch the way his throat bobs on a deep swallow.

“Good girl.”

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