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“Sleep tight, cookie.”
“You too, darlin’.”
He grinned and I steeled myself against the beauty of it when he tucked my hair behind my ear, traced it, drifted his fingers down my neck, then straightened and sauntered away.
I sat in the living room, alone and silent, sipping my beer until it was gone.
Then I went to bed.
* * *
“Ham.”
“Fuck yeah. Love that, Zara. Love you, baby.”
My eyes opened, my pulse spiked, my ni**les ached, my sex throbbed, and my skin was damp.
I’d had another freaking dream.
“God, this sucks. This f**king sucks,” I whispered into the dark.
I turned, trying to beat it back, finding it difficult at night, the dream so fresh, so real, and Ham in bed down the freaking hall.
I tossed, considered getting out my toy and taking care of business but Ham was down the hall. He slept like me, hard and deep. I didn’t know him to wake up in the middle of the night but, with my luck, I wasn’t taking chances.
Nina suggested I be quiet while I took care of business but that was impossible because my toy was not quiet and, well, I wasn’t either. I wasn’t loud but I made noises. Who didn’t?
I didn’t know if I could squelch them and I was too afraid to try.
I turned then tossed and it didn’t leave me.
Basic needs.
Ham’s words hit me at the same time it hit me I had them, too.
Basic needs.
Oh yes. I had them, too.
“Damn,” I whispered.
It was then Nina’s words came to me.
Roll the dice.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
Except for that disastrous night at The Dog, Ham had not once spent the night somewhere else.
And, if memory served (and I knew it did), he had a high libido. When we were together, we would go out and do stuff, chat, cuddle, goof around.
But we had a lot of sex.
Even knowing my mind forced by my desires, my need, was leading me through a ludicrous rationalization, I threw the covers back and got out of bed.
Then I sat back down on the bed.
“What am I doing?” I asked the dark.
Roll the dice, Nina urged.
I could roll the dice. Just that. Roll the dice.
Ham could say no. He could turn me away. That would be mortifying but I was already dealing with tough crap with regards to Ham on a day-to-day basis. I could live with that.
Or, if I rolled the dice, we both could understand we knew what this was and we could give each other something.
I pushed up from the bed and headed to the door.
“This is crazy, stupid, scary,” I whispered.
I still opened the door and walked down the hall to Ham’s room.
I stopped at his door.
Was I going to do this?
I opened his door.
I guessed I was.
I moved to his bed. He was on his side, facing me. He had the blinds open and a hand shoved under his pillow. The covers were to his waist and he had nothing on up top. Not unusual. If it was cold, Ham would put on pajama bottoms but mostly he slept nude.
Even in the dark, he was hot.
I sat on the side of his bed and he jerked awake, sitting up, his hand flashing out and curling, hard and tight, around the back of my neck as I gasped.
He came fully awake. His hand didn’t leave me but it relaxed and he growled sleepily, “Jesus, f**k, you scared the f**kin’ shit outta me.”
And I would. I hadn’t thought about it but the last time someone snuck into his room while he was sleeping, they’d been wielding an ax.
“God, Ham, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” I whispered, lifting a hand and putting it on his chest, feeling the crisp hair there, wanting to slide my fingers through so badly, my mouth watered with the need.
His hand slid to the side of my neck.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“You sick?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“What’s up, baby?”
Before I lost my courage, I blew on the dice and let fly.
In other words, I leaned into him, aiming fortunately accurately, and my mouth hit his.
His body stilled.
I touched my tongue to his lips.
His mouth opened.
My tongue slid inside.
Then I was on my back in his bed, his arms around me.
Way back when, we could get heated. Especially after a period of absence, the first time was fast and rough and wonderful.
This was different.
It was fast. It was rough.
And it was desperate.
Ham took over the kiss even as he yanked up my nightgown. I lifted my arms over my head. He broke the kiss and the nightgown was gone.
He came back, mouth to mine, kissing me, hungry. No, greedy. Devouring. Amazing. And I kissed him back the same way, my hands moving on him, roaming, pressing, nails scratching, just as greedy as our mouths.
Ham broke the kiss to shift down, lifting one of my br**sts. His lips closed around my nipple and he pulled hard.
My back arched. My leg forced its way out from under his and curled around his thigh as I drove my hands into his hair.
He came back to my mouth, drinking, consuming, his thumb now at my nipple, pressing deep and circling, rubbing, pulling. I moaned into his mouth, unwrapped my leg from his thigh, planted my foot in his bed, and rolled him.
Then I took from him. Everything. My mouth, tongue, and teeth at his neck, his chest, his ni**les, down, down, he opened his legs, cocking his knees, and I saw his cock, hard and thick, resting on his stomach.
And I wanted that. Badly.
So I ran my tongue up the underside from base to tip.
He grunted, one hand plunging in my hair, fisting. I wrapped his c**k in my hand, shifted, moved my hand away, and took him deep.
“Jesus,” he growled, his h*ps thrusting up, his other hand coming to my face, palm to my cheek, thumb out and resting along my lower lip so he could feel it two ways as I worked his cock.
I was giving it to him, God, finally giving it to him and loving it.
Head was not my favorite thing to give. I’d do it, I liked it all right, but I’d pick other things to do above that.
With Ham, I couldn’t get enough. I never could. I loved his reaction. I loved how I could make him lose control. I loved the taste of him. The feel of him in my mouth.
I loved everything about it.
As it would turn out, I loved it too much.
So much, I had to shove a hand between my legs and touch myself because just taking him there was making me hot. So hot, I was close to exploding.
But I had him so I should have him.
And I was going to take him.
I slid him out of my mouth, dropped to a hip, tugged off my panties, threw them to the side, and crawled over him.
“You too, darlin’.”
He grinned and I steeled myself against the beauty of it when he tucked my hair behind my ear, traced it, drifted his fingers down my neck, then straightened and sauntered away.
I sat in the living room, alone and silent, sipping my beer until it was gone.
Then I went to bed.
* * *
“Ham.”
“Fuck yeah. Love that, Zara. Love you, baby.”
My eyes opened, my pulse spiked, my ni**les ached, my sex throbbed, and my skin was damp.
I’d had another freaking dream.
“God, this sucks. This f**king sucks,” I whispered into the dark.
I turned, trying to beat it back, finding it difficult at night, the dream so fresh, so real, and Ham in bed down the freaking hall.
I tossed, considered getting out my toy and taking care of business but Ham was down the hall. He slept like me, hard and deep. I didn’t know him to wake up in the middle of the night but, with my luck, I wasn’t taking chances.
Nina suggested I be quiet while I took care of business but that was impossible because my toy was not quiet and, well, I wasn’t either. I wasn’t loud but I made noises. Who didn’t?
I didn’t know if I could squelch them and I was too afraid to try.
I turned then tossed and it didn’t leave me.
Basic needs.
Ham’s words hit me at the same time it hit me I had them, too.
Basic needs.
Oh yes. I had them, too.
“Damn,” I whispered.
It was then Nina’s words came to me.
Roll the dice.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
Except for that disastrous night at The Dog, Ham had not once spent the night somewhere else.
And, if memory served (and I knew it did), he had a high libido. When we were together, we would go out and do stuff, chat, cuddle, goof around.
But we had a lot of sex.
Even knowing my mind forced by my desires, my need, was leading me through a ludicrous rationalization, I threw the covers back and got out of bed.
Then I sat back down on the bed.
“What am I doing?” I asked the dark.
Roll the dice, Nina urged.
I could roll the dice. Just that. Roll the dice.
Ham could say no. He could turn me away. That would be mortifying but I was already dealing with tough crap with regards to Ham on a day-to-day basis. I could live with that.
Or, if I rolled the dice, we both could understand we knew what this was and we could give each other something.
I pushed up from the bed and headed to the door.
“This is crazy, stupid, scary,” I whispered.
I still opened the door and walked down the hall to Ham’s room.
I stopped at his door.
Was I going to do this?
I opened his door.
I guessed I was.
I moved to his bed. He was on his side, facing me. He had the blinds open and a hand shoved under his pillow. The covers were to his waist and he had nothing on up top. Not unusual. If it was cold, Ham would put on pajama bottoms but mostly he slept nude.
Even in the dark, he was hot.
I sat on the side of his bed and he jerked awake, sitting up, his hand flashing out and curling, hard and tight, around the back of my neck as I gasped.
He came fully awake. His hand didn’t leave me but it relaxed and he growled sleepily, “Jesus, f**k, you scared the f**kin’ shit outta me.”
And I would. I hadn’t thought about it but the last time someone snuck into his room while he was sleeping, they’d been wielding an ax.
“God, Ham, I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” I whispered, lifting a hand and putting it on his chest, feeling the crisp hair there, wanting to slide my fingers through so badly, my mouth watered with the need.
His hand slid to the side of my neck.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“You sick?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
“What’s up, baby?”
Before I lost my courage, I blew on the dice and let fly.
In other words, I leaned into him, aiming fortunately accurately, and my mouth hit his.
His body stilled.
I touched my tongue to his lips.
His mouth opened.
My tongue slid inside.
Then I was on my back in his bed, his arms around me.
Way back when, we could get heated. Especially after a period of absence, the first time was fast and rough and wonderful.
This was different.
It was fast. It was rough.
And it was desperate.
Ham took over the kiss even as he yanked up my nightgown. I lifted my arms over my head. He broke the kiss and the nightgown was gone.
He came back, mouth to mine, kissing me, hungry. No, greedy. Devouring. Amazing. And I kissed him back the same way, my hands moving on him, roaming, pressing, nails scratching, just as greedy as our mouths.
Ham broke the kiss to shift down, lifting one of my br**sts. His lips closed around my nipple and he pulled hard.
My back arched. My leg forced its way out from under his and curled around his thigh as I drove my hands into his hair.
He came back to my mouth, drinking, consuming, his thumb now at my nipple, pressing deep and circling, rubbing, pulling. I moaned into his mouth, unwrapped my leg from his thigh, planted my foot in his bed, and rolled him.
Then I took from him. Everything. My mouth, tongue, and teeth at his neck, his chest, his ni**les, down, down, he opened his legs, cocking his knees, and I saw his cock, hard and thick, resting on his stomach.
And I wanted that. Badly.
So I ran my tongue up the underside from base to tip.
He grunted, one hand plunging in my hair, fisting. I wrapped his c**k in my hand, shifted, moved my hand away, and took him deep.
“Jesus,” he growled, his h*ps thrusting up, his other hand coming to my face, palm to my cheek, thumb out and resting along my lower lip so he could feel it two ways as I worked his cock.
I was giving it to him, God, finally giving it to him and loving it.
Head was not my favorite thing to give. I’d do it, I liked it all right, but I’d pick other things to do above that.
With Ham, I couldn’t get enough. I never could. I loved his reaction. I loved how I could make him lose control. I loved the taste of him. The feel of him in my mouth.
I loved everything about it.
As it would turn out, I loved it too much.
So much, I had to shove a hand between my legs and touch myself because just taking him there was making me hot. So hot, I was close to exploding.
But I had him so I should have him.
And I was going to take him.
I slid him out of my mouth, dropped to a hip, tugged off my panties, threw them to the side, and crawled over him.
