Page 8 of A Wife by Christmas

Pressing her face against his back, she smiled. It felt good to be with him.

The engine purred to life, and she couldn’t deny the excitement that rushed through her at the feel of the machine between her thighs, or the fact he was right there with her.

He pulled out of her driveway, and they went down the street.

Cathy didn’t know where he was taking her, but when he started to head into town, she held onto him a little tighter. She didn’t care what people thought. There had been some who said it was wrong of her sister to do what she did. Others said it was right as Tiffany was beautiful and deserved someone like Eric. She didn’t care. Brick was making it so easy to not care about anyone or anything but him.

The diner was a popular place, and had a fantastic lunch menu. She loved their fried chicken as well as their waffles. They also did an amazing special pumpkin latte but they only served that from October through Thanksgiving. After that, it was hotchocolate with mint or cinnamon. She liked hot chocolate but it wasn’t her favorite.

Brick found a space, and she climbed off. Before her ass hit the ground, he captured her hands and pulled her in close.

“It takes some getting used to,” he said.

She had a feeling it was going to take a whole lot more getting used to him not being here, than it was her being used to him and this bike.

Cathy waited as he swung his leg off the other side of the bike and stepped forward. He was so much taller than her, and she liked how it felt as he moved closer. One of his arms moved around her shoulders and as they walked into the diner, she couldn’t help but love the way he smelled, the way he moved. His very presence was addicting.

Several people turned their heads, but she didn’t care. The gossip would make its way back to her parents, and then it would be up to them. Not that she expected anything. It didn’t seem to matter what she did or didn’t do, they were going to judge her regardless. Unlike her sister who got a free pass, she never did. They judged her for everything. Pushing them out of her mind, she followed Brick’s lead as he got a table.

“Is this place any good?” he asked.

“You’ve never been to the diner?”

“Nope.”

“How long have you been in town?” she asked.

He wrinkled his nose. “In all honesty, we’ve not been to town that often. The bar and clubhouse, as well as the open road, draws us out. We’re not ones for hanging around small towns. Also, Rebel doesn’t want us causing trouble.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Are you used to causing trouble?”

“Only the best kind.”

Cathy loved the way he winked at her.

They found a quiet booth, and Brick let her go so she could slide in opposite him. She was pretty sure he didn’t like letting her go, which was an entirely new experience for her.

She wasn’t used to men wanting to be so close to her, but it was a feeling she rather liked.

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Brick stared across at Cathy, who smiled at him. Damn, he loved her smile. Even a small one seemed to light up her whole face. When he saw her come into the bar last night, she hadn’t been smiling. He’d been so caught up in her body that he hadn’t realized she wasn’t happy. Then, all he’d wanted to do was make her smile.

He hoped he never met her sister because he didn’t know if he would be able to control himself. He’d known a lot of bitches in his time, but her sister seemed to be on another level.

The waitress came to take their order, and Brick ordered double of everything. He was starving and needed food. Cathy placed her order for the same, only single of everything.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to eat all of that?” she asked.

“Babe, I worked up an appetite last night. Trust me, it would have been better if you’d stayed and we’d gotten breakfast, but lunch is the next best thing.”

There was that beautiful, sweet smile again.

“So, uh, I don’t really know what to do or say right now,” she said, frowning.

“Have you been on a lot of dates?” he asked.

“Is this a date?”

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