Chapter 8 Gingersnap

I woke with a jolt, feeling Brick’s warmth as his arm draped across my stomach, cradling my breast in his palm.

“Shhh, you only slept an hour. We’ll get up in a few minutes.”

Good. I didn’t want to lay here too long since I needed to get home, but I hated the idea of leaving this bed before either of us was ready.

His hips slowly began rocking into my ass as he stroked the underside of my breast, lifting his long fingers to tease my nipple.

I nearly purred with delight.

“Like that?”

“Mmhmm,” I answered as the hard ridge of his cock slid between my thighs from behind. He slowly turned me onto my stomach, pushing my arms up.

“Grab onto the bed, Babygirl.”

I slid my hands around the wooden slats as he lifted my bottom and helped me onto my knees.

“Spread wide for me.”

I widened my legs, feeling the head of his dick bump into my thigh. “A little eager?” I asked, teasing him.

“You have no idea,” he replied in that low, gritty tone I was growing addicted to.

Without warning, he filled me, plunging deep as he held onto my hips. A groan escaped as he began to move, pulling me back against him with every thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight. I love the way you grip my dick.”

Brick liked to talk dirty, and I had to admit it turned me on.

“I want to play with my clit and get good and wet for you.”

A growly sound rumbled through his chest. “Fuck. Do it.”

I slid a hand between my legs, feeling my pussy slicken as I rubbed faster over my clit, that sensation taking over when I felt my orgasm nearly reach its peak. “I’m going to come.”

“Let me feel it.”

I cried out as the release overtook me, pushing against his thighs as I rode his dick, impaling myself on his shaft because I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him buried deep, riding that line between pleasure and pain when all I felt was him, and we were one.

He pumped a few times and joined me, shuddering through his release as I felt him hold me in place. We both panted as he stroked his dick, emptying every drop of his cum inside me. I felt it as he stayed partially buried, grunting as I felt his cock spasm.

“Goddamn, Ginny. Your pussy was made for my cock. I wish you could see how greedily you suck me in or how perfectly you hold all my cum inside.”

“I guess you like it.”

“No. I fucking love it.” He slapped me lightly on the ass. “We need to get you dressed.”

“No shower?”

“No. I want you to feel me inside you all day.”

And I did. Our combined fluids soaked into my underwear, and it was a good thing I wore black sweats, or everyone who saw me all day would know what I had done with Brick.

He seemed pleased with himself, laughing when we finally left the bedroom. Birdseye winked as he spotted us cooking bacon on a giant griddle in the kitchen as we entered.

“Mornin’. Figured you’d both wake up hungry, so I’ve got flapjacks and bacon. There’s coffee and orange juice if you want it.”

“And real maple syrup?” I asked, eyeing the pint.

“Of course.”

“Could I get a fried egg? I’ll make it myself,” I offered.

“Only if you make me one too.”

“It’s a deal.”

Half an hour later, I rubbed my stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

Brick lowered his head, whispering in my ear. “Yeah, you are, Sweetheart.”

We said goodbye to Birdseye, and I hugged him. “Thank you. I’d like to see you again. Maybe we could swap stories about my dad.”

“I’d like that.”

“Then we’ll be back,” Brick promised.

Birdseye grinned. “Yeah, I know you will.”

CHRISTMAS DAY—

“Mom!” I shouted, rushing through the front door as I inhaled the familiar scents of home. The inviting aroma hit me as I entered, and I couldn’t wait to hug my mother, uncle, and cousin. My mother always burned candles that smelled like pumpkin, spices, and vanilla. When combined with her holiday dishes, it was mouthwatering. All the years I rushed inside after school, assaulted with those heavenly aromas, surfaced.

Nothing was better than home.

“Ginny!” My mother rushed from the kitchen with her arms open, engulfing me in one of her signature, too tight hugs that I adored. No one could ever accuse her of not squeezing enough. Mom was the older blonde version of me if you added glasses. I thought she was beautiful.

“Oh, wow,” she gushed, noticing Brick as she released me. “Hi.”

“Hey, Ciara,” he greeted her. “It’s been too long.”

“It has.” She stared at him, and I wondered if she thought of my father as her gaze swept his cut. “You’re with Ginny?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes widened, and she stepped back, looking me over. “Are you hurt? What’s happened?”

I decided lying served no purpose and told her the story of how I bumped into Brick at the airport, how we were chased and ended up on his Harley. Luckily, the salt trucks were out by the time we left Birdseye’s cabin. The ride here hadn’t been bad. I had a warm leather biker to hold onto the whole way, so maybe I was biased.

Mom listened to everything and nodded, gasping when I got to the part about the black truck. “And your leg?”

“Fine. Just a scratch.”

“And your cheek, too.”

“I’m fine. Really,” I assured her.

Brick slid an arm around my shoulders, hugging me against his side. “I made sure she was safe.”

My mother understood his meaning without the extra detail.

“You saved her,” she gushed, tears filling her eyes. “Thank you, Brick.”

“My pleasure, Ciara.” He cleared his throat. “That’s why you’ll understand when I tell you I’m taking her away after Christmas.”

My jaw popped open. What?

“For her safety, I’ll kidnap her if I need to, but she’s not staying at this house. It’s too dangerous.”

My mom seemed sad but agreed. “I trust your judgment.”

“What about my Uncle Trig and mom?”

“The club is keeping watch.”

“All the time?” I asked, annoyed because the decision was made without me.

“Every minute. I swear. They’re protected.”

“Because of us?” I gestured to him and me, indicating that we’d slept together.

Brick shook his head. “No. It’s for Hesh.”

My father.

“We can get into the specifics later, Ginny. It’s Christmas.”

My mom agreed. “He’s right. Get in here and eat. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Damn. That made me feel guilty.

Mom walked into the kitchen, and Brick held me in place, tilting my chin up. His eyes held mine, glittering with possession and an emotion that was too hard to pin down.

“I meant what I said. Don’t tempt me.”

The kidnapping. Yeah, I got it.

I opened my mouth to argue and decided it wasn’t necessary. Brick would have to kidnap me to get me out of this house for the foreseeable future, and I dared him to try.

Right now, I wanted to focus on the fact that I made it home for Christmas. Finally.

And this year, I brought a special guest—my Christmas biker.

Happy holidays, Dad. Wherever you are, I hope you’re smiling, knowing that we miss you, love you, and someday we’ll see each other again.

A star twinkled as I glanced out the front window, and I didn’t have to guess that Dad had answered.

Happy Christmas, my Gingee-Bear.