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“We might have to get a bit creative once the baby gets older, but I think we’ll find time, don’t you?” he replies, grinning up at me.

“Hell yeah,” I say, my breaths now coming in short pants as I feel my pussy fluttering. “Brick!” I keen out, clamping down on his girth as he roars out his own orgasm.

As I flop onto his chest, my lungs begging for oxygen, I kiss the spot right over his heart. “Love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Let’s just stay like this for a little while,” I coax, unwilling to move from the cocoon that is his arms banded around me as his hands stroke up and down my back.

“I’m good with that, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

Ryleigh

The excitement thrumming through me right now is palpable. As I typically do, I wake up before Brick, and quickly shower then put on my Christmas pajamas while I wait for him to finally awaken. I have our Christmas tree lights switched on, started the fire in the fireplace since I saw it snowed again overnight and can feel the chill in the air, and have been entertaining myself with Calvin and Hobbes. They’ve been enjoying the squeezable treats I found for them, as well as the catnip mousies that now litter the sitting area floor.

“Y’all are so silly,” I whisper, lifting my eyes and peeking at my stocking through my eyelashes, which is now bulging. It didn’t look like that before we went to bed, so I know my ol’ man pulled a few sneaky Christmas surprises from underneath his sleeves.

I take a sip of my hot chocolate, glad that we have a small beverage area set up in our room for the basics, because I don’t wanna have to get dressed in order to get my morning caffeine from the kitchen. When Brick realized how much I liked wakingup to the fireplace and Christmas tree lights, he had one of the prospects build a ‘coffee bar’ although he’s the one that drinks coffee. We each have one of those fancy makers; mine is for my hot chocolate and his is for his coffee, plus there’s a wine cooler underneath that currently holds sodas, waters, and beer.

I hear his unmistakable tread and realize he’s headed into the bathroom to take care of business, so I put my mug down then go over and start a pod for him so his coffee will be ready when he gets out.

“Looks like your daddy’s finally awake, the sleepyhead,” I purr to both kitties who are now passed out in front of the fire.

“Merry Christmas, Ryleigh,” he says, pulling me against his chest and kissing my neck.

“Merry Christmas, Brick,” I reply, turning into his arms and lifting my face for a kiss which he happily obliges me with until we’re both breathless. “I made your coffee.”

“Woulda gotten it, sweetheart,” he tells me, taking the mug into his hands. My gaze roams down his body, stopping at the dark, long-sleeved Henley, the gray sweatpants, and the thick socks he wears when it’s just us. “Thank you for this. Now, you need to sit down, all that bouncing around can’t be good for the baby.”

I return to my spot on the couch, and he joins me after making a detour at the mantle to grab both stockings. I know I’m acting like a little kid right now, bouncing in my seat, but I’m so darned excited and it really doesn’t have as much to do with what I might have gotten, but the fact I got to shop for every single person who lives here.

Some of the things I found were practical, of course, because it’s important to get items that can be used, others were just for fun, like the silly motorcycle-shaped candy holders for the mens’ stockings. Each of them will deny it until they draw their last breath, but they’ve all got a sweet tooth if the sheer number ofgoodies they’ve consumed since me and the girls began baking around Thanksgiving is any indication. I also asked a lot of leading questions to find out stuff that each was secretly longing for, from Leathyr hoping to get a tablet she could read on to Stormy wanting a spa pamper day.

I wait for Brick to start opening his presents from his stocking but he’s just sitting there, a smirk playing on his lips “Brick! Go ahead, I wanna see you open your stocking.”

“Ladies first, sweetheart,” he replies, leaning down to scoop up Hobbes who has awakened from his snack-induced nap and is now investigating once again. “C’mon, Ry, you know Phantom and Brew will be the first two waiting in line for you to cook and from the looks of things, Santa has done his due diligence and stopped here. Guess your sign worked.”

I roll my eyes at him as he chuckles, because right outside our door, I put one of those wooden signs up that says, ‘Santa stop here!’ but I put them outside the front door of the clubhouse as well.

“We can’t take chances, Brick, I’m pretty sure Santa doesn’t grade on any kind of a curve and from some of the stories Pops has told me, y’all should probably be on the naughty list.”

His chuckle turns into full-blown laughter and soon I’m joining in because the likelihood that a bunch of bikers believe in a child’s fairytale is pretty much non-existent. Still, it’s been a lot of fun for me and I’m glad he’s humored me. Shaking my head, I start pulling things out of my stocking, my eyes growing wide when I realize everything is wrapped and it’s stuffed down to the toe.

“Go ahead, baby, have some fun.” His voice is soft, and his gaze is gentle, loving as he stares at me. I blink away tears because I’m so happy right now my emotions are all over the place.

Once I’m surrounded by a multitude of gift cards, including several for books I can download onto my e-reader, as well as two bottles of the perfume I mentioned one time liking as far as the smell goes, as well as my favorite candy and gum, I nudge him and nod at his stocking.

“Your turn.”

I’m almost vibrating with excitement now because I picked up some unique things, including a jewelry cleaner kit for the myriad of rings he often wears so I can clean them for him, as well as a thick silver chain. Each link looks like a brick, which I thought was fantastic since that’s his name. He’s also got some gum, a gift card to the local gun shop so he can get his favorite ammo, and a pair of naughty dice. When he opens them then turns his gaze in my direction, I can feel myself blushing.

“Those were um, spur of the moment, more for fun than anything,” I blurt out, my hands now unable to figure out what to do with themselves.

“Kinda thinking some of these will be nice to add to our life,” he drawls out. “Yep, I like them.”

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