THIS IS NOT GOING TO go well, is all I keep thinking. It’s going to be one huge cluster fuck with all these people here. I wish Ham had let me come by myself. I understand why he didn’t, but I seriously can handle Jasper. Don’t get me wrong, I know Ham can handle Jasper. He can be a major prick and having Ham with me is going to get his hackles rising.
“Ham. Please reconsider. All I am going to do is go in and see what he wants, then put an end to it once and for all then walk out. There is literally no reason for you to go with me. I only want this over with as quiet as possible and to move on with my life. Pleeeeease Hammie.”
Right then I realize what I said, and can already hear his brother’s starting to snicker. “Hammie. Oh shit. Yeah bro, she has got you by the balls if you let her call you Hammie. Hahahaha…wait till I tell mama…can I serve you your balls with a side of ham as well…Hammie?”
Sterling is a real ass, but I have to say that was funny as hell. I didn’t even know I was laughing until I feel Ham start to tickle my side. “You think that’s funny do you little miss. Huh? Huh?” I am laughing so hard the tears are pouring down my face. But just as quickly as the laughing starts, it turns into need when he says, “Let’s see how funny it is when your mouth is stuffed full of this Ham. Christmas dinner isn’t got nothing on what’s inside these pants, baby. Just wait till we get you home.”
Holy hot sauce! Now I just want to turn the car around so he can make good on his promise. I thought I was being smart wearing sweatpants, but the joke’s on me because now I have a thick wet fabric between my legs. Ham cuts the moan coming out of my mouth off with a kiss. It is a kiss that tells me, I am his. It’s not like I need reminding.
“Ok, Ava. I will give you 5 minutes. If you take a second longer than five minutes, I’m coming in. You got it?” Still in my Ham fog, I look in his eyes. The love and possessiveness I see steals my breath. How’s it possible someone I literally just met can look at me like I am the very reason he has life? Sensing my thoughts he says to me, “I know baby. I feel it too. Let’s take care of this, so we can take care of forever. Now, give me your mouth.”
If it wasn’t for the clearing of the throat and the smart ass comment from Max, I would have totally forgotten that we were surrounded by other people. That man takes all of my brain cells and destroys them.
“Don’t worry your little scrawny ass Hammond. I’m going in there with my girl. That beach boy isn’t goanna get her.” Oh lord. The last thing we need is that old wild card coming in the room.
“Nana, I don’t think that is a good idea. I can handle this. I definitely don’t need your version of nice old lady.” and I give her a look.
Rolling her eyes at me she says, “Never, you mind child. I earned my right to do as I wish, and I wish to look at this crotch monkey and see what you were going to give your virtue to.”
“My virtue…Nana…” Oh lawd give me strength. “Nana, please wait with Ham. If he comes in, then you come in. Ok?” I knew I won when she grumbled something about stubborn and taking a switch off a tree, as if I wasn’t grown. I love her.
I look around and see we have arrived. I hop out before I lose my nerve. I turn to Ham, lift onto my toes and say, “I will be right back.” Giving him a short kiss filled with promise, I nonetheless go into the hotel.
I am quite impressed as I look around. For being a small town, the inside of the Moosehead Lodge is beautiful. The chandeliers are huge with moose horn built into the frame, making it look like the horns are holding floating candles. Though the whole vibe of the place is very outdoorsy and such, you can tell someone took great care in decorating it.
Walking to the front desk, I can see the attendant is on the phone. I continue to look around and wonder who outfitted the place. Whoever did has great taste. As I’m about to ask the person at the desk for the room number to Jasper I hear a voice I never wanted to hear again saying, “There you are. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to come to me.”
Asshole! Steeling myself, I turn around and face the douche. I take a second to look at him and wonder for the life of me what I saw in him. I know I am comparing him to Ham, but seriously, it is comparing apples to oranges. Jasper is clearly a little boy living a man’s life. He would never have been the type of husband I needed and wanted. He is handsome enough, I suppose, with the beach blonde hair and the piercing blue eyes. His body is in shape for a man that hardly ever lifts a finger to do anything, but there is something elemental and basic missing about him. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know whatever it is, Ham has it in spades. Oh well, might as well get this over with.
“Jasper. What are you doing here?” I ask, getting straight to the point. What I did not expect was what happened next.
He walks over to me and stares straight at my face and says “I want my fiancé` back.” The recoil I feel is automatic. Before I can protest how wrong that whole statement is, he grabs me by the waist and kisses me. I am completely stunned for a second, but by the time I come to my senses, I hear “Oh fuck no!!!!” I knew this was going to be a clusterfuck.