Chapter 7 Brick

“ T his is an old friend’s place. You’ll like Birdseye. He used to run with your pop. The most important thing is that he can be trusted.”

Ginny stifled a yawn as she sagged against me.

We faced a log cabin, watching the smoke curl as it rose from the chimney. The front door opened, and Birdseye walked out, leaning on a wooden cane. He might appear frail, but he was strong as an ox. He’d lost weight since I saw him last, though. I’d have to check in and make sure he had enough money and food.

“You’re the only motherfucker I know crazy enough to ride in this weather.” His smile faded when his gaze slid over Ginny. “Shit. Let’s get her inside.”

Yeah, Ginny looked miserable. Head to toe, muddy, wet, and shivering from the cold. She needed a hot shower, clean clothes, and rest.

“I appreciate it, Birdseye.”

He gestured for us to follow, and we entered the cabin. It had an open floor plan with a living room, kitchenette, and laundry room on the first floor. I could see it all through the open doors.

We followed him upstairs, where he indicated the three bedrooms and a bathroom.

“Take the one at the end of the hall. There’re clean clothes in the drawers. Sweats and sweatshirts only, but they’ll keep you warm. Plenty of towels in the bathroom.”

“Appreciate it, Birdseye.”

He nodded. “You get clean and some rest. Lookin’ dead on yer feet,” he observed to Ginny.

“I will. Thanks.”

Birdseye left us alone and took the stairs as I cradled her face in my hands. Looking up, I almost laughed when I saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway. “Mistletoe.”

She smiled when she saw it. “Then you should kiss me, Brick.”

I didn’t hesitate, lowering my mouth to hers and savoring the soft, plump sweetness of her lips. She tasted like Christmas cookies and hot cocoa. I wanted to plunge my tongue inside and devour her.

I didn’t. Not yet.

When I pulled back, she smiled. “That warmed me up a little.”

“There’s more to come later,” I promised, and meant it.

Whatever happened now, I wanted her to understand that she was mine. I would protect her and stand by her side.

“Join me in bed later,” she whispered huskily, and I nearly groaned with the mental image that popped into my head of her sprawled naked on a bed, legs wide open, waiting for me to fuck her.

“That’s a promise, Baby.”

Ginny took her shower, and I joined Birdseye, drinking a cup of coffee and distracted by all the shit that had gone down in the last twelve hours.

“Why does she look familiar?”

“You better sit down. Might be too much for you,” I joked.

He swatted at my knees with the cane, and I laughed. “Out with it.”

“Hesh Bedford’s daughter.”

Birdseye’s jaw popped open, and he sat down on one of his kitchen chairs with a thud. “Damn. That’s a blast from the past.”

“And Butcher is out of prison.”

Birdseye scowled. “Don’t tell me that sweet girl is in danger now.”

“She is, but I won’t let anything happen to her.”

He stared me down, taking forever to search my gaze before finally nodding. “Good. You protect her because you’re all she’s got. Her daddy went down for the club, and we owe her.”

We. Birdseye still considered himself an SOMC member even if he didn’t live in Vegas. He settled up here to get away from the city and preferred a peaceful, quiet life over the one he had in the club. Judge didn’t mind. He encouraged it.

Birdseye earned that right after all the years he spent as an enforcer. After Hesh’s death, he retired about five years later. Didn’t want that life anymore, and I didn’t blame him.

“We do owe her,” I agreed, “but I’m the only one who’ll be gettin’ close.”

Birdseye snorted. “I see that. Keep her company. I’ll be up for a bit and keep an eye on the road.”

“Not expectin’ anyone. I wouldn’t bring that trouble to your door.”

“I know.” He ticked his chin toward the stairs. “Go.”

Ginny was already in bed when I entered the room, closing the door behind me and locking it. It was too fucking dark, so I couldn’t see shit as I fumbled with my boots and finally kicked them off, bumping into a dresser as I cursed.

“Fuck.”

A light clicked on as Ginny giggled.

I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. “Hey, Sweetheart.”

“Hi, Brick.”

As long as I lived, I didn’t think I’d ever love to hear my name spoken by anyone more than Ginny. She said it with heat, heart, and longing like she couldn’t wait to see me, and it pained her to think of separating again. Yeah, it was intense. A hell of a lot for a single word, but she managed to fill it with all that emotion, and it resonated deep inside me.

I finally looked up, expecting to see her under the covers. “Fuck me,” I whispered, catching the fully nude beauty lounging on top of the thick comforter. I greedily devoured every inch of her body, taking in the generous swells of her breasts, the rounded shape of her belly, and the fullness of her hips.

She had childbearing hips, the kind that would carry my baby to term and keep it healthy and strong. I wanted to fill her and knock her up on the spot. My vision tunneled as I stared, licking my lips when I focused on her pussy. She had kept the red hair trimmed, revealing pink flesh I longed to taste, and the color matched the long, silky locks on her head.

Goddamn. This woman was fucking sexy. Gorgeous. Seductive. Everything I could want for Christmas. I needed her more than I ever dared to wish for.

She was my dead best friend’s daughter. Forbidden. But that wasn’t gonna stop me. Not now. Not after we reconnected.

Claiming Ginger was gonna be my holiday treat. And it was happening right fucking now.

I shrugged off my cut and draped it over the top of an empty dresser. Not bothering with finesse, I yanked off my clothes, eager to get this started. My cock lengthened and grew unbearably hard, bobbing in the air as I stood in all my glory, letting her see all I had to give her.

Her eyes dilated when she saw my package, and I grinned. “All for you, Ginny. Gonna fuck you so hard you see Christmas stars.”

Yeah, it was cheesy. Who gave a fuck?

I finally found someone worth sharing my heart with, and it occurred to me I had never found the right woman until now because my Ginny wasn’t ready yet.

The wait was worth it. I knew before I even plunged into her pussy that she would fucking own me from this night forward. I’d have zero regrets about it too.

I didn’t hesitate to climb on the bed, dive between her thighs, and lick up her center, growing harder from the moan that passed her lips. “Open those legs wide for me, Baby, and hold your pussy open. I’m gonna eat you out until you scream my name and come on my tongue.”

She gasped but obeyed, holding her pink center open for me to explore. A blush stained her cheeks, and I knew no one had ever ordered her to do that before now.

“That’s right, Ginny, love. I’m enjoying this as much as you are. You taste fucking delicious.”

Her head fell back as she gripped my shoulder, trailing her fingers up the back of my neck before tugging on my hair. It was long enough for her to tug as she writhed while I plunged two fingers into her slick core, pumping in and out as I sucked on her clit. It only took a minute to bring her to completion. Far too fast.

My sweet girl had been neglected up to now.

“That was nothing, Babygirl. I’m gonna fill you so often you won’t ever feel empty again.”

I meant that. Not just her pussy but her heart because I knew how lonely she’d been. I could see it now that we spent a little time together. The truth about her cheating ex proved she was looking for the right guy.

Today, she found me.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Ginny. You’re mine, Baby. You understand that, right?”

“As long as you’re mine too. No one else.”

I got what she meant. No club girls. No other pussy.

She didn’t need to worry. I wasn’t interested in anyone but her. “That’s a guarantee, Sweetheart. Just you and me.”

Ginny smiled. “Then please, fuck me, Brick.”

I crawled up her body, lining up my dick at her entrance. I coated the tip in her cream, gathering up the slick remnants of her arousal and cum, before I drove into her deep, fully seating myself as I lowered my head and kissed her.

Fuck me, her pussy was tight. Her walls sucked me in, and my cock twitched, finding home. I rocked my hips, letting her adjust to my size because I was a big man all over, and that was especially true with my cock.

It didn’t take long to find a rhythm we both liked, picking up the pace as I thrusted, holding her to me as I broke the kiss.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Ginny.”

“You do, too,” she panted, clinging to my biceps as I pumped harder, faster.

“Brick!” she cried as her body trembled and her thighs shook.

Oh, yeah. She was close.

I pulled back, still pumping hard as I slid my hand between us, pressing into her clit with firm circles. She fell apart beneath me, and I watched her chest flush before it rose up into her cheeks. The sexiest expression rested on her face as our eyes met. The look of adoration mixed with desire and something else that was too soon to name.

But I knew. She was falling for me as hard as I had for her.

Yeah, I think I fell for Ginny first.

My spine tingled. I felt my balls draw up tight, and I knew I’d come hard. Her inner walls hugged my cock so fucking tight I thought I’d burst. I felt her warmth squeezing me, and I couldn’t hold back. With a growl, I fucked her hard, pounding her into the mattress before my body spasmed. It only took a few more thrusts before I filled her, slowing as I kept moving, filling her up and refusing to pull out.

I don’t want any of my cum to go to waste. Not a single drop.

My gaze rested on where our bodies met, and I finally withdrew, watching the creampie I’d made with satisfaction. As the fluids began to trickle out, I pushed them back in, slowly gliding my fingers in and out as Ginny squirmed.

“Brick. I’m so sensitive.”

“And you’re full. I want to keep it all inside you. Stuff you with my cock and my cum until you’re tethered to me forever, Babygirl.”

She didn’t seem to mind. A soft smile curved her lips. “Then fill me again, Brick. I don’t want to waste a single moment we’re together.”

I hoped Birdseye was hard of hearing because Ginny’s voice grew hoarse from her cries after the hours we stayed in bed. I kept her in my embrace until it grew late, and I knew I had to get her home. We still had three hundred miles to cover before she got home.

But things had changed. I wouldn’t be dropping her off. I planned to stay, ensure Ginny’s family was safe, and then she’d be coming home with me.