Page 15 of A Wife by Christmas

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 helphimself. 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.

“You can enjoy the cookies,” Willow said, coming back to the bar. “One of Rebel’s pet peeves is men and women who do not wash their hands. If you use the toilet, you’ll see someone waiting, and they’re going to tell you to wash your hands.”

Cathy couldn’t help but laugh, and she reached for one.

“Also, they are changed every night.”

“What brand are these?”

“I don’t buy them, I bake them.”

“You bake?”

Willow nodded. “There are a lot of things I do now that I didn’t do before.”

Cathy frowned.

“I had a kid, a baby girl, and it’s like your channel. I never used to watch it. Don’t be upset.”

This time, she chuckled. “I’m not upset. I know not everyone wants to watch a woman talking about makeup and the latesthotbeauty product.” She took a bite of the cookie, and it tasted better than she thought it would.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had a daughter, and I want to be able to tell her everything and teach her.”

Cathy didn’t know the whole story, just the gossip and rumor about Willow’s parents. Her mother left abruptly, and it was the divorce papers that sent her father over the edge, drinking heavily. He’d been known to always be drunk and rarely had time for his daughter.

She was not going to ask questions about the other woman’s past.

“These are good,” Cathy said.

“Thanks. For Christmas, I figure overload them with cinnamon and chocolate chips.”

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