His eyes slid to Ham before coming back to me. “I see rumor is true.”
I said nothing.
For some insane reason known only to him, Dad kept talking.
“Also heard you’ve traveled a rough road lately.”
I kept my mouth shut.
His eyes again slid to Ham before they came back to me and I wasn’t surprised it didn’t take him long to show his true colors. “As always, you solve your problems in an interesting way.”
“How’s Zander?” I asked as a response to that vague slur on Ham and me and I was thrilled not only to get the supportive squeeze from Ham’s arm but also to watch my dad’s face blanch.
I scanned the attendees and saw Aunt Wilona standing with Aunt Dahlia and my mother, all of them with eyes on me. Aunt Dahlia’s her usual nasty. Aunt Wilona looked a bit anxious but, weirdly, when I saw her eyes shift to Dad, they turned nasty. Mom’s look I didn’t allow myself to take in and quickly turned my attention back to Dad.
“I see Aunt Wilona didn’t bring Xenia’s son to his mother’s funeral.”
Dad’s mouth got tight, his eyes went cagey, and his hands went into the pockets of his trousers under his suit jacket, likely to hide that they’d balled into fists.
“It’s rather fortunate I was able to solve my problems in an interesting way before I found out my nephew’s living close by,” I remarked and that was when Dad’s torso swung in.
Toward me.
“Zara, you better—”
“Watch it,” Ham growled and his menacing tone of voice even freaked me.
Dad’s eyes cut to him and I looked at him, too.
But Ham only had eyes for Dad.
Angry ones.
“You’re already closer to her than I want you to be. You get closer, say somethin’ I don’t like, the serious problems we already got escalate in a big way,” Ham went on.
“Are you threatening me?” Dad asked.
“No, we’ll let our attorney do that,” Ham answered. Dad’s eyes got big, and with Ham’s arm firmly guiding me, he stepped us to the side and took us forward, past Dad, and straight to the truck.
Ham’s gait was not swift, but it was determined as he got us the hell out of there. My heels dug in the turf but I managed to keep up.
He opened my door for me and helped me up before he swung it closed.
He was behind the wheel and we were on our way when I spoke.
“Do you think we should have exposed our hand early like that?” I asked.
“Don’t know. Maybe not. Don’t care. Seein’ that ass**le’s face when you said Zander’s name and when I mentioned our attorney was worth whatever play we might have just given up, though.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. I didn’t get the chance to share that.
Ham asked, “You doin’ okay?”
I looked out the windshield and clasped my hands in my lap. “Crazy, funerals suck, but you can’t deny they give closure.”
“True enough, cookie,” he replied.
It was me who reached for his hand this time.
But when I caught it, it was Ham’s fingers that closed around tight.
* * *
“Fuck, Zara. Ride that,” Ham growled.
I was already riding his cock, bent over him, my face close to his, one hand in the bed providing leverage, the nails of my other hand scraping over his chest.
Ham had one hand to my hip, encouraging me with squeezes. The other hand was cupping my face.
When I went faster, he slid his thumb along my lower lip, then pressed into my mouth.
The instant it cleared my teeth I sucked it deep.
“Jesus, baby,” Ham groaned, his h*ps thrusting up.
Oh yes. I liked this. Now I was really riding him.
He slid his thumb out, then back in, and I took it again and again as I took his c**k again and again and when I was whimpering against his thumb, he pulled it out and whispered, “Let’s bring my girl home.”
I knew what he meant and I wanted it.
Ham didn’t delay. He slid his thumb out of his mouth, his hand down my chest, between my br**sts, over my belly, and in and that thumb I had in my mouth pressed in at my cl*t and twitched.
I slammed down on him, grinding, my head flying back, and with a breathy cry, I came. Hard. Beautiful. Loving it. Loving Ham.
“Ride me, baby, take me there,” Ham encouraged, his voice thick and jagged and I started up again, faster, harder, driving myself down on him through my orgasm, my fingernails digging deeper into his chest and one scored over his nipple. His h*ps thrust up, he wrapped his arm around my waist driving me down, and he groaned deep.
I bent closer as he came down and slid my lips from the base of his throat up his neck and along my jaw.
Ham wrapped me in his arms and pressed me closer before he turned his head and said gruffly in my ear, “Now that’s how I like my girl ridin’ me.”
I smiled against his skin, lifted my head up, and looked down at him.
“Though, just sayin’, you want it that other way, I’m always available meat,” he finished.
I felt the laughter bubble up and out before I rested my weight on him and pressed my face in his neck.
He started sliding his hands soothingly along the skin of my back, lifting one hand high, sifting it through my hair and then down over my skin again. I was glad to have this back. I loved this. I missed it. I hadn’t had a ton of lovers and Greg could be affectionate after sex for a while (in the beginning) but then he was done and it was done.
I’d even tested it in the past and Ham could do it for hours. I’d once fallen asleep just like this, my face in his neck, his hands giving me love, because he did it so long, after ages of that and an orgasm, I slid straight to dreamland, feeling his affection as I fell.
“Thanks for doin’ what you could to make a shit day less shitty,” I told his skin and his hands stopped so his arms could wrap around me.
“Take care of my girl,” was all he said.
He certainly did.
“It was cool of you to call Neens. She brought Becca and Mindy, and Arlene heard about it so she came over too and it was…” I paused. “It felt nice, Ham, to remember why life’s worth livin’. Good friends who care. A man who has your back.” I kissed his neck and whispered, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, cookie,” he murmured.
I lifted my head and looked down at him. “No more days off though. We need all the money we can get.”
I saw the white flash of his smile through the dark and he asked, “Are you bossin’ the boss?”
I said nothing.
For some insane reason known only to him, Dad kept talking.
“Also heard you’ve traveled a rough road lately.”
I kept my mouth shut.
His eyes again slid to Ham before they came back to me and I wasn’t surprised it didn’t take him long to show his true colors. “As always, you solve your problems in an interesting way.”
“How’s Zander?” I asked as a response to that vague slur on Ham and me and I was thrilled not only to get the supportive squeeze from Ham’s arm but also to watch my dad’s face blanch.
I scanned the attendees and saw Aunt Wilona standing with Aunt Dahlia and my mother, all of them with eyes on me. Aunt Dahlia’s her usual nasty. Aunt Wilona looked a bit anxious but, weirdly, when I saw her eyes shift to Dad, they turned nasty. Mom’s look I didn’t allow myself to take in and quickly turned my attention back to Dad.
“I see Aunt Wilona didn’t bring Xenia’s son to his mother’s funeral.”
Dad’s mouth got tight, his eyes went cagey, and his hands went into the pockets of his trousers under his suit jacket, likely to hide that they’d balled into fists.
“It’s rather fortunate I was able to solve my problems in an interesting way before I found out my nephew’s living close by,” I remarked and that was when Dad’s torso swung in.
Toward me.
“Zara, you better—”
“Watch it,” Ham growled and his menacing tone of voice even freaked me.
Dad’s eyes cut to him and I looked at him, too.
But Ham only had eyes for Dad.
Angry ones.
“You’re already closer to her than I want you to be. You get closer, say somethin’ I don’t like, the serious problems we already got escalate in a big way,” Ham went on.
“Are you threatening me?” Dad asked.
“No, we’ll let our attorney do that,” Ham answered. Dad’s eyes got big, and with Ham’s arm firmly guiding me, he stepped us to the side and took us forward, past Dad, and straight to the truck.
Ham’s gait was not swift, but it was determined as he got us the hell out of there. My heels dug in the turf but I managed to keep up.
He opened my door for me and helped me up before he swung it closed.
He was behind the wheel and we were on our way when I spoke.
“Do you think we should have exposed our hand early like that?” I asked.
“Don’t know. Maybe not. Don’t care. Seein’ that ass**le’s face when you said Zander’s name and when I mentioned our attorney was worth whatever play we might have just given up, though.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. I didn’t get the chance to share that.
Ham asked, “You doin’ okay?”
I looked out the windshield and clasped my hands in my lap. “Crazy, funerals suck, but you can’t deny they give closure.”
“True enough, cookie,” he replied.
It was me who reached for his hand this time.
But when I caught it, it was Ham’s fingers that closed around tight.
* * *
“Fuck, Zara. Ride that,” Ham growled.
I was already riding his cock, bent over him, my face close to his, one hand in the bed providing leverage, the nails of my other hand scraping over his chest.
Ham had one hand to my hip, encouraging me with squeezes. The other hand was cupping my face.
When I went faster, he slid his thumb along my lower lip, then pressed into my mouth.
The instant it cleared my teeth I sucked it deep.
“Jesus, baby,” Ham groaned, his h*ps thrusting up.
Oh yes. I liked this. Now I was really riding him.
He slid his thumb out, then back in, and I took it again and again as I took his c**k again and again and when I was whimpering against his thumb, he pulled it out and whispered, “Let’s bring my girl home.”
I knew what he meant and I wanted it.
Ham didn’t delay. He slid his thumb out of his mouth, his hand down my chest, between my br**sts, over my belly, and in and that thumb I had in my mouth pressed in at my cl*t and twitched.
I slammed down on him, grinding, my head flying back, and with a breathy cry, I came. Hard. Beautiful. Loving it. Loving Ham.
“Ride me, baby, take me there,” Ham encouraged, his voice thick and jagged and I started up again, faster, harder, driving myself down on him through my orgasm, my fingernails digging deeper into his chest and one scored over his nipple. His h*ps thrust up, he wrapped his arm around my waist driving me down, and he groaned deep.
I bent closer as he came down and slid my lips from the base of his throat up his neck and along my jaw.
Ham wrapped me in his arms and pressed me closer before he turned his head and said gruffly in my ear, “Now that’s how I like my girl ridin’ me.”
I smiled against his skin, lifted my head up, and looked down at him.
“Though, just sayin’, you want it that other way, I’m always available meat,” he finished.
I felt the laughter bubble up and out before I rested my weight on him and pressed my face in his neck.
He started sliding his hands soothingly along the skin of my back, lifting one hand high, sifting it through my hair and then down over my skin again. I was glad to have this back. I loved this. I missed it. I hadn’t had a ton of lovers and Greg could be affectionate after sex for a while (in the beginning) but then he was done and it was done.
I’d even tested it in the past and Ham could do it for hours. I’d once fallen asleep just like this, my face in his neck, his hands giving me love, because he did it so long, after ages of that and an orgasm, I slid straight to dreamland, feeling his affection as I fell.
“Thanks for doin’ what you could to make a shit day less shitty,” I told his skin and his hands stopped so his arms could wrap around me.
“Take care of my girl,” was all he said.
He certainly did.
“It was cool of you to call Neens. She brought Becca and Mindy, and Arlene heard about it so she came over too and it was…” I paused. “It felt nice, Ham, to remember why life’s worth livin’. Good friends who care. A man who has your back.” I kissed his neck and whispered, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, cookie,” he murmured.
I lifted my head and looked down at him. “No more days off though. We need all the money we can get.”
I saw the white flash of his smile through the dark and he asked, “Are you bossin’ the boss?”
