Page 23 of My Christmas Biker

“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.

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