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And the real kicker was that I regretted nothing at all.
Ham was my one.
He was it.
I wouldn’t second guess standing by the man who’d always had my back. They could give me ultimatums, but I would always choose Ham. “It doesn’t matter. It’s done. It’s not even a fucking issue anymore,” I snapped, pulling away. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him, refusing to let me go. Just staring deep into my eyes, letting me know he wasn’t happy with the situation, but if I needed to talk, he was there to listen. I shook my head and took a deep breath. “He couldn’t even look at me.”
His lips brushed softly across mine, barely a flutter but enough to calm my breathing and settle the tension in my body. “Then fuck him,” he murmured against my mouth. “Screw him. Screw all of them. They have no idea they’re missing out on the most amazing, kind-hearted, loyal, and beautiful fucking soul. And call me fucking selfish, but I’m okay with not having to share her.”
And that was why I stood by my man because it was us against the world and fuck everyone else.
I pressed my lips hard against his, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him as close to my body as possible. His hands went to my thighs, and he squeezed them tightly, lifting me off the ground as he devoured my kisses like they were his last meal. My legs circled his waist, and he carried me toward the bed.
“Twice today… twice within a couple hours actually… I thought I was going to lose you,” he murmured in my ear as he lowered me down onto the bed, bracing his hands on the bed and holding himself over me. “Do you have any fucking idea what that’s done to my damn heart?”
He was right, it had been a rollercoaster ride, and right now, all I wanted was him to remind me that nothing else mattered and take away that ache I was feeling within my chest. It was like I’d been running on adrenaline since Skins and Levi rescued us from the nightclub.
Just one thing after another.
“I’m right here,” I told him, hooking my hands around his neck, my nails scratching through his hair at the back of his neck.
A growl rumbled in his chest, and he sat back, reaching for the bottom of my little black dress and pulling it up and over my head, leaving me in matching black lace underwear. He took one long look before dropping his mouth to my stomach and peppering kisses down over my hip bones.
I took a deep shaky breath, unable to control the way my body wiggled and writhed in anticipation as he hooked his fingers in the sides of my lace panties and pulled. It was slow and torturous, and he watched my eyes the entire time.
“No more secrets,” he demanded as he tossed my panties over his shoulder and dipped his head again, light, feathered kisses placed on my thighs. “You’re my Old Lady. I don’t demand to know every fucking thing you do, but when it comes to this shit, Meyah, you need to damn-well tell me.”
His mouth brushed against the top of my pussy, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “I know. I’m sorry.”
He crawled over me, his mouth moving up my body and leaving me disappointed, which from the silent smirk on his face was his plan—it was like a damn punishment, and he was enjoying every fucking minute of it.
By the time his lips finally reached my mouth again—after a short stop at my breasts which left my nipples hard and aching for more attention through my lace bra—I was breathing heavy and ready to beg and plead for him just to touch me.
I wanted him.
I needed the way he always made me feel alive. How he made me feel loved and special and fucking wanted because the rejection I’d felt today was a kick in the guts.
He sat back and climbed off the bed, leaving me almost completely naked and breathing heavily as I watched him grab the collar of his shirt at the back and pull it over his head, then reach for the buckle of his jeans.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered sharply, his eyes on fire as I lay there practically giving myself to him.
I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, my hand nervously sliding down the front of my body until it reached my pussy. I sucked in a deep breath as I slipped a finger between my folds, and at the same time, Ham’s jeans hit the floor with a thud.
“Good girl.”
I groaned, my finger flicking over my clit. Those words instantly lighting my body up, and he knew it too, with the way he smirked and pulled his hard cock into his hand, tugging it as he watched me swirl my finger around my wet pussy.
He kneeled on the bed, taking my fingers and lifting them to his mouth as he moved over the top of me. I inhaled sharply as he pulled my fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean while he lined his cock up with my pussy.
“No more hiding shit, right?” he asked, bracing his body over mine, the head of his cock brushing against my clit, teasing me.
“No more hiding shit,” I promised, reaching up and pulling his mouth to mine, our lips touching as he thrust his hips forward, his cock slamming right inside of me and stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasped. “Oh shit!”
My back bowed off the bed, Ham taking advantage of it and kissing down my chest, biting my nipple through my lacey bra. He pulled back slowly, making his way up my chest and neck, kissing and sucking until his lips reached my ear.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered as he forced himself back inside again.
“Yes…” I threw my head back, my fingernails dragging down his back as I hooked my legs around his waist.
