“I have to go with them on this one, babe. Don’t interfere. We both know it will happen when it’s time. For now, just be glad they’re home. Now, what do you say we finish decorating the tree and talk about having a holiday party out here.”
“I think that sounds wonderful,” said Sadie. She gave a wink to Claudette, and the ghost disappeared, leaving some of her favorite people alone. When they noticed it was after midnight, they stopped, bid one another goodnight, and went to their rooms.
As with the nights before, Sadie crawled in beside Ham, fully dressed in her pajamas. The mansion was somewhat cold with the bitter December winds blowing outside. She snuggled closer, throwing a leg over his big tree trunk.
Her hand was resting on his stomach, and without thinking, she slid it down, hitting the top of something very hard and very wide. Ham’s breath caught in his throat as she absently reached for him, touching the thick velvety shaft.
“Sade,” he moaned. “Babe.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I just wanted to feel you, touch you. Can I?”
“Baby, I’m dying here.”
“Let me take care of it,” she said, kissing his chest. “I love this big, wide chest. I love that you kept the hair and that it’s so masculine. But this, this is magnificent.” She felt the weight of his cock in her hands and wondered how he walked with it. It wasn’t that he was exceptionally long, perhaps eight inches or so, which was more than enough. It was his girth. He was the thickest man she’d ever seen.
“You’re going to need to stretch me, Ham,” she whispered, her breath blowing over the top of his cock. The thick creamy substance glistened on the head. She let her tongue flick out, and Ham gripped the sheets.
Taking her tongue, she wrapped it around him, then attempted to place him in her mouth. She could manage the head, but that was about all that was going to get inside. He didn’t seem to mind, bringing his hips upward into her mouth.
Sadie stroked the hot flesh, licking and sucking that thick beautiful head. His dark curls looked so masculine as her blonde hair lay over his abdomen and thighs. Ham held her head to his cock, his breath so fast and heavy he thought he was dying.
“Sade,” he moaned.
She nodded, wrapping her mouth tightly around his head. When the spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat, she involuntarily swallowed, then felt more coming. Licking him clean, she kissed her way up his chest, and he pushed her back to the bed.
“I won’t enter you,” he said, “but I have to taste you.”
Sadie nodded as he pushed her thighs apart and upward. His tongue was as thick and strong as his cock, penetrating her opening. Sadie could think of nothing except to grip his head and writhe against his mouth as he drove her mad.
When the quivering in her stomach began, she felt it roll down her body as she shook against Ham’s lips. His beard glistened with her juices, and she giggled as he wiped it clean.
“Maybe we should shower,” she smiled. “I’d hate to go downstairs for breakfast, and my brothers see that.”
“In the morning,” he said, pulling her naked body against him. “I have a feeling I’m going to wake up needing to do that again, and I damn sure won’t be depriving myself.” Sadie nodded, grinning at him.
“Good. Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Why are we meeting here?” asked Myer, looking around the wharf in San Francisco. There were still a few restaurants and bars open, but all the public shopping places and tourist sites were closed. The boats taking visitors to Alcatraz were silent, moored in their berths. The big concrete island sitting in the middle of the bay, her lone light from the lighthouse shining in all directions as it circled.
“It’s a public place,” said the Russian. “I prefer public. It prevents me from killing those that lie to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you,” said Myer, looking behind him. “I have someone willing to drill. We just need to get the contract signed, and we can get moving.”
“You were supposed to be watching my ship,” he said casually, strolling along the pier. “I get a call from my men who were in the area on other business that the ship is completely disabled, the men are dead inside the freezer, and the girls are gone. Now my ship is in the hands of U.S. Customs.”
Myer swallowed, unsure of what to say or do.
“Do you know what will happen when they begin tearing that ship apart? They will find my drugs. They will find my plans to purchase the oil drilling rights. They will find everything. All because you said it would be safe with your trained, experienced men. All because you gave me a false sense of security.”
“They are, were trained. I don’t know what happened. I have no idea who did this, but I will find them.”
“Don’t you? I had a conversation with your wife, or should I say ex-wife.” Myer froze, staring across the bay at Alcatraz. “I often use loved ones to get my way, but there is no love between the two of you. She and your children are lovely. She was more than willing to tell me all she knew as long as she could have nothing to do with you. She told me of your cheating.”
“That’s my business,” frowned Myer. “If my wife had been more attentive and adventurous, I wouldn’t have sought comfort elsewhere.”
“It is my business when you cheat with the granddaughter of one of the greatest Navy SEALs in U.S. history. It is my business when you cheat with the daughter of that SEAL’s son, another great SEAL. You neglected to tell me that you fucked around with a REAPER-Patriot child.”
