The Shocking Truth About Ramsey by Jennifer L. Ray Read Free Book Online

without saying a word.  Ramsey took her time looking around as he stayed by the door.  It was the home of an old man.  Jackson's personal touch was nowhere to be seen.  It wasn't an uncomfortable space, but definitely not what she was used to.  
    "My room is at the end of the hall to the left.  Go lay down, Ramsey.  I'll wake you up in a couple of hours."
    "No, I need a shower first.  You got anymore scrubs like those you're wearing?" she asked boldly as her eyes raked him lazily.  
    It was like the touch of her fingertips along his skin. Jackson hesitated for the span of three to four seconds.  Just what did she think she was doing?  He wasn't a monk nor was he in the habit of ignoring veiled suggestions from women.  For once in his life, he couldn't read the woman before him.  She was a heady mixture of shyness, inexperience, curiousness and boldness. He didn't know what to do with her.  So, he did nothing. 
    "Yeah, I have some scrubs you can put on.  There are towels and soap in the bathroom.  You can go first," he said slowly. 
    Ramsey watched him through her eyelids for a moment.  She wanted him.  The feeling was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.  Ever since finding out the price he'd paid for her virginity, her thoughts had been regrouping and rewiring themselves.   Nothing had been as her mother had said.  She hadn't been used and thrown aside.  If the kiss he'd given her was an indicator of what she would feel in his arms, she wanted it all and more.  Her dad said that her mom had lied about sex.  Ramsey was finding out she had lied about a lot of things.  This was her opportunity to find out the truth.  
    "I need a bag for my dirty clothes and underwear," she said softly. 
    Jackson almost choked.  He pushed himself off the door and walked across the living room quickly.  He looked underneath the kitchen sink and pulled out a plastic grocery bag.  Walking back to the middle of the living room, he stopped in front of her.
    "Here you go," he said hoarsely. 
    "Thank you," she said never taking her eyes off of him.  
    Jackson willed himself to breathe slowly when her eyes drifted to his lips and stayed there.  She took a step closer to him and he stayed put.  Her breast grazed his chest and he didn't move.  
    "Ramsey, what do you want from me," he asked huskily. 
    "I want you to finish what you started thirteen years ago.  Show me that it can be good for me too," she whispered. 
    "Surely--,"
    "No, Jackson.  I haven't had sex in the thirteen years since I lost my virginity behind the fence in Maple Cove," she said hoping with every breathed word, he would be scandalized speechless.

CHAPTER 10
    Ramsey's hand rested against Jackson's hip and she held him captive with that one touch.  Her eyes burned into his and didn't allow for any sort of escape as he grappled with what she'd just said.  He was open and exposed in a way he had never been in his life.  Her confession settled upon his sexually taut nerves like vices and he felt sweat oozing out of his pores.   
    "You're lying," he said stiffly. 
    Ramsey slid her feet between his two big ones and melded their bodies together.  She was a woman past redemption.  It had been a long and lonely life.  She had not consciously waited for Jackson, but standing against him, breathing every breath of his into her own body felt right.  He would be hers before the night was over. 
    "You know I'm not lying, Jackson.  So, do it.  I can look at you and tell you'll know what you're doing this time.  I want it and I want it from you," she breathed. 
    "You can't just demand sex from a man, Ramsey.  This is crazy.  I don't even know you really.  We have thirteen years, a small lifetime, between us now," he sputtered.  
    "You're scared.  I wonder why?" she said and backed away from him.  
    He looked relieved.  His shoulders sagged and he stumbled to the couch.  It was a plaid couch, orange-brown, black, old, and hideous.