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“Totally,” I agreed.
“It’s cool Uncle Reece asked me to be a groomsman. He barely knows me.”
I agreed, absolutely. It was cool.
When Ham told me he was going to ask Zander, I’d had to fight back tears. Then I jumped his bones.
I figured Ham asked Zander because he liked Zander a whole lot. I also figured he did this so I could have part of my sister standing up with us.
Yes, still, every day in every way I was falling deeper in love with my man.
“He’s gettin’ to know you and what he knows, he likes,” I shared. “And you mean a lot to me so I think it’s way cool, and we’re both glad you said yes.”
“That’s awesome,” Zander whispered in a way I knew he definitely thought it was awesome.
Suffice it to say, I was right on our first meeting. With Dad the only man in Zander’s life, not around a lot, and when he was, not in good ways, Zander was sucking up all he could of Ham. And Ham did not mind at all. Each time they saw each other, they got tighter and tighter.
I loved it and what I loved even more was that Aunt Wilona loved it as well. Any hesitancy she might have had with Ham, she lost the day of Xenia’s memorial. But we’d all been growing close, and it wasn’t hard to read she was relieved and grateful that her boy had a good man in his life. Finally.
“Seein’ as I have to be all gussied up and to the church on time tomorrow, we probably should be gettin’ back,” I told him, even though, to save the drive for them tomorrow, which wasn’t long but we had the space so why not, Aunt Wilona and Zander were spending the night with Ham and me.
Still, I was cold, it was growing late, and I wanted to get my nephew warm and myself back to my man.
“Okay,” Zander mumbled, shifting up to his feet.
He helped me pick up the blanket and shake the snow from it. Then I folded it and tucked it under my arm.
We started to move to my car but Zander glanced back and I stopped when he muttered, “Just a sec,” and moved to Xenia’s tombstone.
The bouquet of blood-red roses that we brought, the newest one since we always brought one to Xenia when we came, had tipped to the side. Zander went down to his knees, righted it, shoving it into the snow and mounding more around it to keep it steady.
I swallowed against a tingle in my throat as he jumped to his feet and came back to me.
“We can go now,” he told me, his head tipped back to catch my eyes.
“All right, darlin’,” I replied softly, lifting a hand to squeeze the back of his neck before I let it drop away.
We walked side-by-side to the car and it had been so long, I had searched for it so often and never got it, I gave up on trying to feel it.
So I missed the light, cool, gentle breeze that followed us to the car.
* * *
Two hours later…
“Ham,” I breathed and I did it quietly, since they were probably asleep, but my aunt and nephew were in the house, Ham was driving inside me, and I didn’t want them to hear me coming.
“Love that, baby,” Ham growled, his h*ps moving faster, harder, driving deep. “Love you, Zara.”
At that, I lifted my head and shoved my face in his neck, my limbs tightening around him, my orgasm searing through me, and with his words came a warmth after the burn that had nothing to do with my cl**ax.
And everything to do with love.
* * *
Reece
The next evening…
Reece stood alone at the bar in the function room at The Rooster, his eyes aimed at his wife.
Zara Reece.
Fuck, Zara was his wife. Something he never thought he’d have again. Something he thought he never wanted to have again. Something, in having, it being her, that day Zara taking his name, something he thought was the most precious gift he’d ever received.
Zara was laughing with Nina and a now-showing Mindy. Always damned pretty, today, no doubt about it, his new wife was beautiful.
The ceremony was small, this party the same, but she’d pulled out all the stops when it came to her appearance.
She’d bought a strapless ivory dress that was covered in lace and had shimmering flakes that caught the light. It skimmed her curves and fanned out in a kick with a short train at the back. Her soft hair was curled and pulled up away from her face and neck. Her makeup highlighted every pretty feature on her face. She wore pearls at her ears, neck, and wrist, borrowed from Maybelline, who’d worn the same on her wedding day.
Since his bride was fancy, Reece had bought a new suit and worn a tie.
The tie was long since gone, his ivory shirt opened at the collar, a beer in his hand.
Zara had divested him of his tie in the back of the limousine that took them up to The Rooster and she’d done this about ten minutes before she’d yanked that lacy, shimmering skirt up her h*ps and climbed on his lap, slid down on his cock, and rode him slow and easy, then hard and rough until they both found it.
The Rooster was damned good food and worth the long, one-hour drive to get there.
Still, that night in their limousine, his wife riding his cock, wearing her wedding gown, smelling good, looking better, feeling f**king great, and bearing his name, Reece wouldn’t have minded that drive being a f**kuva lot longer.
Zara might be ticked off, but although there were arrangements of red and ivory roses on the tables, a three-tiered wedding cake they’d eventually get to cutting, and a DJ, this was not a formal reception.
This was a party.
None of that traditional stuff, speeches, special dances, and bouquet and garter throwing.
Just booze, food, good friends, good music, and good times.
Easy.
Reece watched and felt his lips curve up as he did so when Nina said something that made Zara laugh. His lips curved deeper when Wilona approached and, without hesitation, still laughing, his wife slid her arm around her aunt’s waist and pulled her close, Wilona returning the favor and smiling at her niece.
Tearing his eyes from her, they drifted across the room to see Zara’s maternal aunts chatting and smiling with Zander. Zara’s mother wasn’t there, wasn’t invited, but when Zara had called her mother’s sisters, told them Amy Cinders would not be invited but asked them to come, they said they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
He looked back at his wife.
His girl lost her sister, never had a mother or father to speak of, and it might have taken her a while, but she finally got herself a family.
“Took a gol’ darned long time but does a body good to see that.”
Reece’s head turned at these words and he looked down at Jimmy Cotton who had his eyes aimed Zara’s way.
“It’s cool Uncle Reece asked me to be a groomsman. He barely knows me.”
I agreed, absolutely. It was cool.
When Ham told me he was going to ask Zander, I’d had to fight back tears. Then I jumped his bones.
I figured Ham asked Zander because he liked Zander a whole lot. I also figured he did this so I could have part of my sister standing up with us.
Yes, still, every day in every way I was falling deeper in love with my man.
“He’s gettin’ to know you and what he knows, he likes,” I shared. “And you mean a lot to me so I think it’s way cool, and we’re both glad you said yes.”
“That’s awesome,” Zander whispered in a way I knew he definitely thought it was awesome.
Suffice it to say, I was right on our first meeting. With Dad the only man in Zander’s life, not around a lot, and when he was, not in good ways, Zander was sucking up all he could of Ham. And Ham did not mind at all. Each time they saw each other, they got tighter and tighter.
I loved it and what I loved even more was that Aunt Wilona loved it as well. Any hesitancy she might have had with Ham, she lost the day of Xenia’s memorial. But we’d all been growing close, and it wasn’t hard to read she was relieved and grateful that her boy had a good man in his life. Finally.
“Seein’ as I have to be all gussied up and to the church on time tomorrow, we probably should be gettin’ back,” I told him, even though, to save the drive for them tomorrow, which wasn’t long but we had the space so why not, Aunt Wilona and Zander were spending the night with Ham and me.
Still, I was cold, it was growing late, and I wanted to get my nephew warm and myself back to my man.
“Okay,” Zander mumbled, shifting up to his feet.
He helped me pick up the blanket and shake the snow from it. Then I folded it and tucked it under my arm.
We started to move to my car but Zander glanced back and I stopped when he muttered, “Just a sec,” and moved to Xenia’s tombstone.
The bouquet of blood-red roses that we brought, the newest one since we always brought one to Xenia when we came, had tipped to the side. Zander went down to his knees, righted it, shoving it into the snow and mounding more around it to keep it steady.
I swallowed against a tingle in my throat as he jumped to his feet and came back to me.
“We can go now,” he told me, his head tipped back to catch my eyes.
“All right, darlin’,” I replied softly, lifting a hand to squeeze the back of his neck before I let it drop away.
We walked side-by-side to the car and it had been so long, I had searched for it so often and never got it, I gave up on trying to feel it.
So I missed the light, cool, gentle breeze that followed us to the car.
* * *
Two hours later…
“Ham,” I breathed and I did it quietly, since they were probably asleep, but my aunt and nephew were in the house, Ham was driving inside me, and I didn’t want them to hear me coming.
“Love that, baby,” Ham growled, his h*ps moving faster, harder, driving deep. “Love you, Zara.”
At that, I lifted my head and shoved my face in his neck, my limbs tightening around him, my orgasm searing through me, and with his words came a warmth after the burn that had nothing to do with my cl**ax.
And everything to do with love.
* * *
Reece
The next evening…
Reece stood alone at the bar in the function room at The Rooster, his eyes aimed at his wife.
Zara Reece.
Fuck, Zara was his wife. Something he never thought he’d have again. Something he thought he never wanted to have again. Something, in having, it being her, that day Zara taking his name, something he thought was the most precious gift he’d ever received.
Zara was laughing with Nina and a now-showing Mindy. Always damned pretty, today, no doubt about it, his new wife was beautiful.
The ceremony was small, this party the same, but she’d pulled out all the stops when it came to her appearance.
She’d bought a strapless ivory dress that was covered in lace and had shimmering flakes that caught the light. It skimmed her curves and fanned out in a kick with a short train at the back. Her soft hair was curled and pulled up away from her face and neck. Her makeup highlighted every pretty feature on her face. She wore pearls at her ears, neck, and wrist, borrowed from Maybelline, who’d worn the same on her wedding day.
Since his bride was fancy, Reece had bought a new suit and worn a tie.
The tie was long since gone, his ivory shirt opened at the collar, a beer in his hand.
Zara had divested him of his tie in the back of the limousine that took them up to The Rooster and she’d done this about ten minutes before she’d yanked that lacy, shimmering skirt up her h*ps and climbed on his lap, slid down on his cock, and rode him slow and easy, then hard and rough until they both found it.
The Rooster was damned good food and worth the long, one-hour drive to get there.
Still, that night in their limousine, his wife riding his cock, wearing her wedding gown, smelling good, looking better, feeling f**king great, and bearing his name, Reece wouldn’t have minded that drive being a f**kuva lot longer.
Zara might be ticked off, but although there were arrangements of red and ivory roses on the tables, a three-tiered wedding cake they’d eventually get to cutting, and a DJ, this was not a formal reception.
This was a party.
None of that traditional stuff, speeches, special dances, and bouquet and garter throwing.
Just booze, food, good friends, good music, and good times.
Easy.
Reece watched and felt his lips curve up as he did so when Nina said something that made Zara laugh. His lips curved deeper when Wilona approached and, without hesitation, still laughing, his wife slid her arm around her aunt’s waist and pulled her close, Wilona returning the favor and smiling at her niece.
Tearing his eyes from her, they drifted across the room to see Zara’s maternal aunts chatting and smiling with Zander. Zara’s mother wasn’t there, wasn’t invited, but when Zara had called her mother’s sisters, told them Amy Cinders would not be invited but asked them to come, they said they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
He looked back at his wife.
His girl lost her sister, never had a mother or father to speak of, and it might have taken her a while, but she finally got herself a family.
“Took a gol’ darned long time but does a body good to see that.”
Reece’s head turned at these words and he looked down at Jimmy Cotton who had his eyes aimed Zara’s way.
