Page 16 of My Christmas Biker
Wow. Ginny was beautiful, brilliant, kind, and wanted to make a difference. Hesh would have been in awe of her. I kinda was myself.
“How did you end up at the airport in Denver? Vacation?”
She frowned. “Yes and no. I went on a ski trip to Aspen. It would have been fun, but my boyfriend decided to stick his dick in a snow bunny he met on the slopes.”
Asshole.
“What a dick.”
“Oh, I agree. I found them in our hotel room. Right in the bed we slept in. I was so pissed.”
How the fuck could that prick cheat on Ginny?
“Fuck him. His loss.” My gain. There wouldn’t be any more boyfriends in the picture. Not with me around. I’d see to that.
The possessive thought should have shocked me. It didn’t. I wanted Ginny, and I wasn’t gonna hesitate to make a move as soon as I could.
“Wanna know the weird part?” She took a bite of sugar cookie, chewing after she asked.
“Tell me.”
“I’m not that upset. Mad that he cheated? Sure. Betrayed? Yeah. But hurt? No.”
“Maybe there wasn’t much there.”
Ginny finished her cookie, taking a couple of sips of hot cocoa as she thought it over. “You know, I think you’re right. We dated for almost six months but didn’t talk much if you know what I mean.”
Yeah, I did. They fucked. A lot.
I hated the knowledge that she’d been with a cocksucker who used and cheated on her. Even more agitated that another man had been where I wanted to bury myself, deep inside her, fucking her until she came all over my cock.
I had the sudden need to drive him and any other guy she’d been with from her mind forever. I wanted her sweaty and naked and satisfied beneath me, and I knew one time would never be enough.
Ginny wasn’t a woman I picked up from the bar, took home, and forgot her name the next morning. She wasn’t a club girl or a hanger-on. She was ol’ lady material. The ride-or-die type that stood by your side. The kind you put a ring on her finger and pledged to love, honor, and cherish.
Oh, wow.She’s the one.
My heart did a funny stutter in my chest, and I squeezed the steering wheel tight before I loosened my grip.
Hesh, if you’re out there listening, I’ll do right by Ginny. I swear it.
Ginny reached for a slice of ham, added a slice of cheddar cheese, and made a sandwich with the fresh bread my mother included. “You hungry?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, noticing the rumble in my stomach. I hadn’t eaten much today. The plan had been Christmas Eve dinner with my mother. Damn. I wouldn’t get any lasagna soup.
“Oh! Your mom packed something else. There’re two bowls in here.” She lifted the lid off the first and inhaled. “This smells amazing.”
I glanced at the container, thrilled that my ma had snuck it in when I wasn’t looking. “Her lasagna soup. It’s my favorite.”
Ginny nodded, snapping the lid back on. “Pull over.”
“I don’t want to delay the trip any longer for you.”
“But you need to eat. Pull over and have some of this delicious soup and a sandwich.”
Well, when she put it like that. . . I had to listen.
I found a spot to park and eagerly dug in when she handed over one of the bowls. We enjoyed the soup with the ham sandwiches Ginny made. By the time we added dessert from the container my ma packed, I was stuffed. There wasn’t much left, but a couple of water bottles and a little of the hot chocolate.