Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
He shook his head.
Cathy giggled. “What is it? What’s the matter?”
“I find it mind-boggling that no one will stick up for you, and you know what else?”
“What?” she asked.
“It pisses me off that people can treat you that way.”
She ran her hands up his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Stop worrying about it. I’m not. I’m used to it.”
“And that’s part of the problem.” He put his hands on her ass and tightened his grip on the tender flesh, pulling her in close.
Brick made sure there was no distance between them, feeling her body next to his. His dick was already very happy about that.
She let out a little moan. “I guess I don’t need to ask what you’re thinking about?”
“I’ll give you a clue. It involves you very naked and sitting on my cock. I don’t even care which room we’re in.”
Cathy giggled.
“Do you not want to?” he asked.
“I do. It’s nice, you know, being with you, I like it.”
He stroked some of her hair back away from her face. “Well, so long as you like being with me, and you’re not just using me for my dick, I happened to have come from town.”
She nodded.
“And, I was wondering if you’d be interested in going to that Christmas festival they’re advertising?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” she asked.
“Yeah, I am. Where people can see us. You don’t mind, do you?”
She laughed. “Of course not, and I’d love to.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really, but I feel I should warn you. Tiffany will probably go back to our parents and tell them everything that happened, and they might be there, and they may cause a scene. It could get very ugly.”
Brick cupped her face, tilting her head back slightly so she could look right at him.
“I don’t care. Let them come and try their shit. If you want me to be a good boy, I’ll be good.”
“I want you to be yourself, Brick. I’m not going to try and control you. I like you the way you are.”
And with that, he kissed her. He just couldn’t help himself. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. Sliding his hands down her body, he went straight to her ass, picking her up, and she giggled as she circled her legs around his waist.
There had been so many times in the last few days where she tried to stop him from carrying her. She’d been so consumed with her weight, complaining about how heavy she was, but he didn’t give a fuck about any of that. This was his woman.
Once again, he couldn’t help but think about the fact they’d had sex multiple times since he’d known her, and he’d never used a condom. The sensible thing to do was talk to her. The adult thing to do was to find out if she was okay with it.
In that moment, Brick didn’t want to do either of those things. Once he talked, that was it, there would be no risk of her getting pregnant, because she might demand he wear a condom. Brick didn’t want anything between them, because he loved the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around his dick.
He carried her up to her bedroom, where he took her straight to the bed, then took possession of her lips, and then let her go long enough to get her naked.
Like other times, he only got their pants off. He did destroy her underwear. He just couldn’t help it as it offended him by being there. One tear of the garment, and it was gone.
He pressed his palm to her naked pussy, sliding a single finger within her cunt, pressing in hard and deep. Drawing his finger back up toward her clit, he stroked her pussy, but Cathy complained. She wanted his cock inside her, and he was not going to argue with what the woman wanted. He’d give her the world, all she had to do was ask for it.
Chapter Seven
Cathy glanced around the bar, and she loved the atmosphere. There was a large Christmas tree in the corner, and so many fairy lights hung around the main bar. There were several people there from town, and a lot of bikers.
She sat at the bar, where Brick had left her, to take care of some business. Willow had already gotten her a beer, and she’d been sipping at it for the past ten minutes. It was strange, as she felt incredibly festive.
Cookies filled the plates that were dotted around the bar, and across the tables. Everyone always seemed to be on their best behavior. She knew Storm’s Bar had gone through many changes over the years, some of them good, some of them not so good. There had been rumors of the place being sold or shut down.
Willow’s dad had been the one to keep it going, and Cathy had no doubt he’d be so proud of what Willow was doing with the place. It felt warm and cozy.