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I smile, putting the book down. “Come over here for a minute.”
Ransom grins, half vaulting over the couch so he can settle in next to me. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I reach up and run my hands through his hair, searching his face. He looks more comfortable and collected than he did yesterday, his ocean-colored eyes clear and untroubled. “How are you doing?”
Turning his head a little, he kisses my palm. “I should be asking you that. You’re the one going through a lot right now.”
I just smile, shaking my head. “I’m asking you though.”
He blows out a messy breath. “I’m okay. I’m glad I talked about it all yesterday. Glad I told Malice and Vic the truth. The part of me that knows them and trusts them knew it wasn’t going to go badly, but I guess I just needed the nudge. It feels good to have it off my chest.”
“I’m glad you did it. And I’m glad they reminded you they’ll love you no matter what. You deserve to hear that.”
Ransom reaches up and touches my face, stroking his fingers over my cheek.
“My sweet, beautiful angel. How the fuck did we get so lucky to have you fall into our lives?” he murmurs, then pulls me in for a kiss.
It starts out soft and a little chaste, mostly just him kissing me because he wants to. His mouth is warm, his lips firm and sure as he brushes them over mine.
But then his tongue flicks out, teasing and exploratory, and that makes me smile into the kiss, parting my lips for him. There’s a second of hesitation, like he’s not sure yet what he wants to do, and then he goes for it, pressing his tongue into my mouth, sweeping it through like he’s been dying to taste me.
His hands roam over my body, sliding over my clothes at first before slipping under them. I can feel the callouses on his palms as he drags them over my hips, and the feeling makes me shiver against him.
When we break apart to breathe, his mouth finds my neck, nipping at my pulse point and licking along the sensitive line of my throat.
“Ransom,” I moan, squirming on the couch. “Please.”
He chuckles, and the sound is low and deep, enough to have my body tightening with need.
“I know what you want,” he murmurs, lips brushing over my skin. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you, angel.”
I moan again as he bites down on my neck and then pulls the collar of my shirt out of the way so he can do the same to my shoulder. It hurts just the right amount, and I can feel my pussy throbbing.
But when I start to clamber onto his lap, desperate to grind against him and get all the friction I need, he stops me. I give him a quizzical look, panting slightly, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ve got a better idea.”
“As long as it involves your cock in me, I’m all ears.”
He tweaks my nipple, making me hiss. “Listen to you and your dirty mouth. I fucking love it.”
I smirk, because every filthy thing I know, I learned from him and his brothers. And they’ve been extremely good teachers.
“Then fill me up with your cock,” I tell him. “I want to feel every piercing. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”
He groans. “Oh, I’ll make sure you do.”
I can tell my words have gotten him fully hard, ready to grab me and drive into me—but instead of doing that, he gets up from the couch. I scrunch up my nose, tracking him with my gaze as I try to figure out what he’s up to.
But it all becomes clear when he pulls me up to stand and then pushes me down until I’m draped over the arm of the couch from one side.
My heart races at the confident, commanding way he positions me, my pulse picking up even more as I realize how exposed I am for him like this. My feet are on the floor, and I’m hinged at the waist over the couch arm, my ass perfectly presented to Ransom. If he pushed my face down, I’d be muffled by the couch, but everything else would be there, open and ready for him.
Behind me, Ransom drags my pants and panties down. He doesn’t even bother to take them all the way off, leaving them bunched around my ankles. That just adds to the delicious feeling of vulnerability in a way, and I moan when he slides his hands up my thighs and then squeezes my ass.
“You have no idea how good you look like this,” he whispers huskily. “Fuck, angel.”
“Show me,” I beg, arching back as much as I can. “Show me how much you like it.”
