Page 10 of Until Presley (Happily Ever Alpha World)

CHAPTER

SEVEN

HAM

S tanding in the small kitchen, I pull out the ingredients to make a quick pasta carbonara.

“Mom, I want a new nurse assigned to Win. Julia is overstepping her bounds. She made the comment that I needed to get my priorities straight when I was spending time with my girlfriend.”

“A girlfriend? Ham, are you being serious right now or just teasing my old heart?”

“Yes, Mom, I’m serious. And your heart isn’t old, so stop that. But Julia called, saying Win was having a fit when he wasn’t. She just wanted me there. I found out later that she passed the shop and saw me with Presley, so she called to interrupt our date.”

“Ham, I’m so sorry. I’ll go in tomorrow and take care of it. When do I get to meet her?”

“Soon.” I hear Presley’s soft footsteps before I smell her coconut and vanilla scent. But I also smell sex on her, and it makes me hard again. “Gotta go, Mom.”

“Does she need you?” Presley asks as she wraps around me from behind.

“Nope. I was telling her to get a new head nurse for Win.”

“Don’t fire her,” she says.

I lower the burner and turn around to face her. She’s so sweet and trusting. After everything she told me, she still cares about others.

“She overstepped today. Jealousy is dangerous, and I won’t have that touching us. Okay?”

“Okay.” She swallows and slowly nods.

“I’m making food. Do you like carbonara?”

“I love it. That’s what I was going to make, but I’ve never done it before. I’ll watch and learn.” She practically bounces with excitement. I lift her up to sit on the counter next to me as I finish the sauce.

“If we were at my place, I’d make you fresh pasta, sprite.”

“Ooh, don’t twist my arm.” She puts her arm behind her back and acts like it’s getting twisted.

I lean over and bite her shoulder. She’s in a pair of silky soft pajamas. The top is a soft pink camisole with a darker pink trim, and the shorts are loose around her legs and tie at her waist. I wonder if she has panties on underneath, but I don’t want to get distracted. I want to feed my girl.

She moans and leans toward me, but I gently push her back. “I don’t want this to pop and burn your skin.”

“Okay.” She leans back and watches me with her head tilted to the side. “Where did you learn to cook?”

“My mother. She was a line cook in a restaurant before she got sick.”

“Where is your dad?”

“He left when Win was ten.”

She shakes her head and drops her chin. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to tell me.”

I lift her chin to look in her eyes. “No more secrets. Now, tell me about your family.”

“I told you about my dad. He loves me, but he’s so focused.

Unless you have a doctorate or are a whale, he doesn’t talk to you.

When he couldn’t make it to my graduation for my master’s degree, he sent me the new car.

Just like he did for each of my graduations.

I try to turn them down, but he won’t take no for an answer.

I show up at the dealership, and they upgrade me to the newer model. ”

She sighs, and then a soft smile pulls at her lips.

“My stepmom is awesome. She’s just as focused as him, but she calls me to check on my schooling and to see how I’m doing. She sends care packages too.”

She pauses for a moment, the smile faltering as she continues.

“Clara, my stepsister, is two years older than me and is currently at the University of Miami.” The look that crosses her face when she talks about Clara has me wanting to question her, but before I can, she smiles that beautiful smile that brings me to my knees.

“My little brother, Griff, is ten and is with our parents in Southern Australia. He’s attending a private school there. He’ll be coming to visit me in November, but I told you that already. I offered to take him for Thanksgiving break. He’s the best little brother.”

“Is your sister going for a doctorate too?” I look at her, but she won’t meet my eyes. I give her this because I sense there is something she isn’t telling me, and I don’t want to push her too much.

“She isn’t.” She shakes her head. “She hasn’t figured out what she wants to focus on.

She’s still finding herself. She didn’t live with us when our parents first got together.

It wasn’t until they got married that she moved to be with us.

That’s when Thea, my stepmom, decided I should go to boarding school with Clara.

” She shifts on the counter. “Clara struggles to get attention from either of her parents. Her father owns a couple of clubs in Miami, and her mom travels all the time.”

“Do you two get along?” I can tell they don’t, but I want her to share.

“Not really. She hates that her mom calls and talks to me a lot or comes to visit me more than her. I try not to allow it by saying I’m busy and such, but Thea still shows up.

It’s because I’m in marine biology, just like her and my father.

Thea wishes Clara would have followed in her footsteps, but she didn’t. ”

“And?”

“Clara got in trouble when she was eighteen. I know she was mad that I was graduating early at sixteen. She had to do community service and pay fines. Her dad took care of the fines, and she grumbled so much at the community service that they lied to the court and let her out early. It’s just like every time I get a new car for graduation, she pushes her father to get her a new one.

I think she’s on a convertible Mini Cooper now. ”

“What did she do?” I shake my head. “Otto is young too and sometimes doesn’t always think.”

“She graffitied a building on campus.”

“Dang, she went big.” I chuckle and shake my head again.

“Yeah, but it was worse. She tried to frame me for doing it.” Presley shifts on the counter.

“She didn’t think they would pull footage from the surrounding cameras.

She’s a bit taller than me and has red hair.

That’s what gave it away. Plus, she bragged to her crew of girlfriends, and one of them cooperated with the police.

” She looks down and continues, so softly that I barely hear her, “It was just another thing she hated about me.”

“Baby, she doesn’t hate you.”

“She does. You don’t know her. She tells me all the time that she hates me. It’s why I took the internship down here. I had to get away from her and her sorority sisters. They enjoy making my life miserable.”

“They won’t anymore. You’re here with me.” I wrap my arms around her after I put the lid on the pan.

We make out while we wait for the food to get done. The need to take her again is so great, but I don’t want to make her sorer than she already will be.

Presley

A fter the amazing dinner, we cuddle on the sofa, but I notice the time and realize I have an early morning launch. I better get some rest. I pull from his cozy embrace and sit up. I’ve never had a guy at my place like this, so I know my awkwardness is going to be evident.

I look toward the kitchen, wishing we hadn’t done the dishes already. That would have been a perfect excuse. I didn’t even think of that when we were doing them. All I thought about was how sweet he was being.

I don’t face him and focus on the floor in front of us. “Well, I guess I better let you get home. I have an early morning call at the docks.”

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back. I land on his lap with my back against his chest. I love how big he is and how we still fit together perfectly even though I’m barely five feet tall.

“Sprite, you trying to get rid of me?” He leans down, and his beard tickles my cheek as he kisses next to my ear.

“Well, I figured you’d want to go home.” The last part comes out breathless as he sucks my lobe between his thick lips.

He continues to nibble, and I’ve had enough.

This man makes me want him just by breathing.

I shift around to straddle him and pull my shirt over my head.

He grabs my exposed breasts and tweaks my nipples.

I love that he has no problem with my smaller breasts.

My stepsister calls me the president of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee.

It’s embarrassing, especially since she has C-cup breasts.

I think they are fake, but she won’t admit it to me.

I think that’s what her dad got her for a graduation gift.

She used to be smaller, like me, and then all of a sudden she had them.

Ham pulls back and pinches my nipples. “Pay attention to me, baby, or I stop.” His gruff voice is huskier, and it causes an ache at my clit as I remember how he ate me out last night.

I throw my head back and moan long and loud. His lips wrap around my nipple, and I shift my hips along his thick shaft.

“Grab a condom from my pocket,” he tells me, and I reach into the front pocket of his jeans before I open his fly.

He shifts to my other breast as he moves so I can pull his long cock out and stroke him. I ache in places I’ve never before, and I know it’s because of his size, but I don’t care. I want more of him.

“Condom now,” he orders, and I continue to stroke him.

I love the feel of him in my hand and can’t wait until I can get him in my mouth. I lick my lips at the thought as he pulls his head back and takes the condom from my hand. He tears it open and slides it down his length as he moves my hands away.

“Off,” he says as he shifts me and helps me get my shorts off. I love how he acts like he can’t get enough of me.

I shift back and hold myself over his cock. He holds it as it kisses my entrance, and I slowly lower myself down onto him. I feel so full as I take him in completely.

We both groan, and he lays his head back against the edge of the sofa.

I lean forward and kiss down his neck. Gently pulling his skin between my lips, I suck for only a second, not wanting to mark him like he did me.

I shift around in circles until he hits a spot that makes my eyes cross.

He lifts me up and pulls me back down onto him, hitting that spot again.

I can’t control the sounds that come from my lips.

I beg and moan as he continues to make slow love to me.

I rise up onto my knees, almost pulling him completely out of my body before I drop down hard, and this time, I cry out.

“More,” I beg, and he starts moving me faster until I come screaming and crying around his length. He feels so good, and when he continues to pump through my orgasm, my legs shake, and my nails dig into his shoulders.

He rolls us, and then he’s over me. One of my legs is over the back of the sofa, and the other is on the floor. He opens me wide before he starts rutting into me fast and hard.

“Yes, Hamilton. Yes. Like that. Oh God, yes. I’m going to shatter,” I chant as he continues to move in and out of my body.

My breath hitches. My body locks up, and he tweaks my clit. I come screaming his name as he plants himself deep, and I can almost feel him throbbing through the condom.

“I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.” I sigh as my eyes drift closed.

He lies on top of me for a bit before shifting, and I feel him leave my body. I whimper until he comes back and moves us so that I’m against the back of the sofa and he’s wrapped around me.

“Are you going to stay?” I ask him softly.

“I want to, but I know it’s too soon for you. I’ll get up and go in a moment. I want to hold you.”

I love that he wants to hold me, that he’s content to cuddle instead of running from me.