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The old mechanics had been transformed into a clubhouse that rivaled my dad’s, something I continually teased him about. Especially given he was here visiting every couple of weeks.
We were still working on some different businesses, but the major one which was keeping Ham and the brothers here busy as hell right now was Empire.
With Huntsman living a few hours away, he sold forty percent of the nightclub to the Brothers by Blood, and they’d taken over running things, so Huntsman didn't constantly have to send men down to check up on things.
Turned out Dave wasn’t exactly the upstanding guy I thought he was, and he was dealing shit out the back on the side, so that’s where Ham had stepped in. We’d really made it our own, and with all the work and dedication Ham had put in, Shotgun had ended up naming Ham his VP. He fucking earned it, and I was proud as hell to be standing beside him.
He was busy constantly. I was run ragged with school work, but I knew after a hard day, I was coming home to him.
Ham’s mouth covered mine, his tongue slipping between my lips and making my body relax against him. Everything with Dakota, and Ripley, and school just seemed to melt away at his touch because when I was with him, none of that shit mattered.
We’d decided a long time ago we were going to make every minute count.
We argued sometimes. There were times where I wanted his attention, but he was busy with the club, and moments where I had assignments due, and he wanted me to go to business meetings with him, or up to Vegas to check in with Huntsman and the future developments they were working on.
We argued. We disagreed.
But it never lasted long.
We said what we needed to say and then we moved on because we both refused to waste time together on shit that in the end, wasn’t the end of the world.
“Did you lock the door?” he murmured against my lips as his hand reached for my shirt.
“Yes.”
I always did. Because I also learned pretty damn quickly, I should never waste an opportunity.
My shirt was gone within seconds, and while his mouth attacked my neck, I reached for his belt buckle just as a knock sounded at the door.
We both grinned, but neither of us stopped, my hand reaching inside his pants and drawing out his cock as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.
“Shake! Man. Beth just called in sick, and she’s meant to be dancing in the VIP area tonight,” Auron, one of Ham’s brothers called through the door.
“Find someone else,” he called back while he slipped my shorts down my legs and tossed them to the side before flicking his finger over my clit a couple times and smirking as I tried to hold back a moan.
“Uh… Meyah’s name is on my list as a backup…” His hand froze, and I pressed my lips together trying to hold back a giggle. “Do you… uh… want me to call—”
“No,” he snapped, punishment and excitement flashing in his eyes. “No, call someone else… I’ll deal with Meyah.”
Footsteps disappeared down the hallway, and I couldn’t help but grin up at my man.
“That your idea of a joke?”
I chewed my bottom lip but didn’t reply.
“You think I’m actually gonna let you shake your ass up on that stage with guys watching?”
“I told you before…” I whispered, squeezing him in my hand and licking my lips, “… I sway, I don’t shake.”
He shook his head, but his mouth pulled up in the corner, and he moved forward. “You’re gonna pay for that one, fury fists.”
“I’m waiting.”
