Chapter 9
NINE
Kip
“So it goes Olive, then Maple, then Saffron, and you’re the baby,” I clarify, and she nods against my chest. “Did you like being the baby?”
“Yeah, I just wish that… I had more time with them,” she finishes softly, and I know that she’s talking about her parents.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
“What about you? Ever wish that you had siblings?”
“Sometimes. It was lonely growing up with two doctors for parents. They were always too busy off saving other people to remember me, and then I would feel guilty for wishing that they were with me when I knew that their patients needed them.”
“You needed them, too,” she reminds me, and I nod.
“Yeah.”
“Do you ever talk to them?”
“Sometimes, but not a lot. They’re disappointed in me. They wanted me to be a doctor too, but I couldn’t. It’s not what I wanted.”
“I couldn’t do it either. All of the blood and stuff,” she says with a shudder, and I smile.
“What do you want to do?” I ask her as I rub her back lazily with my fingers.
“I don’t know. I just… I always wanted to be a mom. I want a family. I want a home.”
“I’ll give you that,” I promise her, and she smiles up at me.
“I know you will.”
She kisses my chest, and I smile. I could stay like this with her forever.
“We should get up,” Ginger whispers, and I tighten my arms around her.
We’ve been lying in bed and cuddling, talking about anything and everything for the last few hours, and I don’t want it to stop. I love being with her like this. It feels so right, so natural, and effortless.
“Five more minutes,” I argue, and she laughs.
“We’re going to be late if we stay in bed any longer.”
I groan as she pulls away from me and watch as she stands and heads towards the bathroom.
“Come on. I’ll let you wash my back,” she says with a wink, and I grin.
“Anything else you want me to wash?” I ask, and she giggles as she heads into my bathroom.
She invited me and Huxley to spend Christmas with her family and friends, and we’re due to be at her eldest sister, Olive’s, house in an hour. I’m nervous to be around so many people, but Ginger is so excited, and I know that I’ll have to get used to it. These people are going to be my in-laws, my family, soon. Very soon, if I get my way.
I step into the bathroom after Ginger, watching as she turns on the shower, and she smiles at me in the mirror, giving me an idea.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I tell her, my voice low and filled with promise.
Her breathing shallows, and she watches me excitedly as I step up behind her. I keep my eyes locked on hers until her ass squirms against me. Then I grin wickedly and let my eyes drop, taking in all of her sexy curves.
She’s so perfect. Every inch of her is like a work of art.
Normally, I would be self-conscious to have my scars on full display, but with Ginger, I forget all about them. She makes me feel handsome, like I’m the sexiest man alive. She makes me see my scars in a new light.
“Spread your legs,” I order, and she hurries to widen her stance. “Wider,” I growl, and a crimson blush spreads from her face down to her full tits.
I can see how turned on she is before I even look between her legs.
“You’re soaked for me, baby. Does someone need their man to give them a nice good fuck?” I ask her, and she nods eagerly.
“Kip,” she gasps as my cock brushes against her drenched folds.
“Hmm?” I hum as I reach up, my hands cupping her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms.
“Please!” She begs, and I grin.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, and she shivers against me, her eyes locked on me.
I grip her hips, jerking them back until I’m lined up with her tight opening. We lock eyes once again as I slowly start to sink into her, my hands gripping her hips tightly as inch after inch slowly stretches her pussy.
“Fucking dripping for me,” I groan, and she nods, her breaths coming in short pants as I fill her completely.
She’s so tight, and I let go of her hip, reaching around and finding her clit. As soon as my thumb starts to stroke that little button, Ginger gasps, her eyes darkening as her pussy clamps down on my length.
We stare at each other in the mirror, the glass starting to get foggy from the steam from the shower. I start to move in and out of her, when her phone rings.
“The party,” she gasps, and I grunt in acknowledgment, my pace picking up.
My hips slam into her ass over and over again, driving both of us higher with each thrust. She’s so damn tight, so wet and hot, and everything that I will ever need.
Ginger grips the bathroom counter tight as I pound into her. I can tell that she’s close, and I am too, but I need her to come first.
“Give it to me, baby,” I order, my thumb working her clit in tight circles.
She cries out my name, and I can’t take it.
I pull out, spinning her around and lifting her onto the counter. Then I’m slamming into her in the next breath.
“Kip!” She screams, and I grip her legs, holding them open as I rut into her.
Her tits are bouncing with each thrust, and I grit my teeth, my eyes locking with hers as she starts to come. Her juices coat my cock, her walls tightening around me, forcing my own orgasm out of me.
“Fuck,” I grit out, and she moans my name.
Steam fills the room as we catch our breath and she smiles at me.
“It keeps getting better and better,” she tells me, and I nod.
“Always. Now, wrap your legs around my waist. I’m not done with you,” I tell her as my hands cup her ass, and I lift her, carrying her under the hot spray of the shower.
“We’re going to be late,” she whispers against my mouth and I shake my head.
“I can multitask,” I tell her, grabbing her shampoo and massaging it into her hair with one hand while the other keeps her on my cock.
She squirms against me, bouncing up and down slightly, and I plant my feet, giving her more leverage. It doesn’t take long before we’ve both forgotten about the shampoo and shower.
Her back rests against the shower tile, and we make out like teenagers as I slide lazily in and out of her. My cock brushes over her clit, and she moans against me. I kiss down her neck, my lips wrapping around one stiff nipple and sucking it into my mouth. She pants above me, and the sound echoes off the walls of the shower. It’s music to my ears.
“I love you, Ginger. More than anything,” I whisper against her wet skin.
“I love you too.”
Our lips find each other again, and our movements pick up. We move together perfectly and it doesn’t take long before we’re both reaching our peaks once again.
She sighs as I set her down on her feet, and I smile as I grab her body wash and start to rub it over her body until soap bubbles cover every inch of her.
“My turn,” she says, doing the same to me, and I smile as her hands move over my body.
“Love you,” I say as we step out, and I wrap her in a towel.
“Love you too.”
We race to get dry and then to get dressed. We make a quick stop at Ginger’s apartment to grab the gifts that she got for everyone and then make the short drive to Olive and Xavier’s place.
“Ready?” She asks me, and I nod.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”
We gather up the presents, and I pause, passing her the one that I got for her.
“For me?” She asks, delighted, and I smile.
“Yeah. Open it.”
She tears at the wrapping paper, and I watch her face as she lifts the lid and looks inside.
“It’s…paperwork?” She asks as she pulls out the papers.
“No…well, yeah, for right now. I got you a puppy.”
She looks up at me in surprise and I smile.
“I’ve seen you with all of the dogs in town. You love them. I just… I thought… I?—”
“Thank you!” She shouts, wrapping her arms around me so tightly that I almost can’t breathe. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Of course. I’d do anything to make you happy, Ginger.”
“I can’t have a dog in my apartment,” she tells me and I grin.
“Guess you’ll have to move in with me then.”
“Oh yeah?” She asks with a wide smile.
“Yeah.”
“We’ll see,” she says, but I can tell that she’s in.
“Merry Christmas, Ginger.”
“Merry Christmas, Kip. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Best Christmas ever,” she says, and I can’t help but agree.
It’s our first Christmas together, and I intend to make every other one perfect.