Page 22 of My Christmas Biker
It didn’t take long for him to search the interior or walk back to me, taking the position in front of me on the leather seat. As his ass landed on the bike, he squeezed my leg.
“I know who’s after us.”
“Who?” I asked, almost afraid to find out.
“Crimson Skulls MC,” Brick spat.
Chapter 7 Brick
“This is an old friend’s place. You’ll like Birdseye. He used to run with your pop. The most important thing is that he can be trusted.”
Ginny stifled a yawn as she sagged against me.
We faced a log cabin, watching the smoke curl as it rose from the chimney. The front door opened, and Birdseye walked out, leaning on a wooden cane. He might appear frail, but he was strong as an ox. He’d lost weight since I saw him last, though. I’d have to check in and make sure he had enough money and food.
“You’re the only motherfucker I know crazy enough to ride in this weather.” His smile faded when his gaze slid over Ginny. “Shit. Let’s get her inside.”
Yeah, Ginny looked miserable. Head to toe, muddy, wet, and shivering from the cold. She needed a hot shower, clean clothes, and rest.
“I appreciate it, Birdseye.”
He gestured for us to follow, and we entered the cabin. It had an open floor plan with a living room, kitchenette, and laundry room on the first floor. I could see it all through the open doors.
We followed him upstairs, where he indicated the three bedrooms and a bathroom.
“Take the one at the end of the hall. There’re clean clothes in the drawers. Sweats and sweatshirts only, but they’ll keep you warm. Plenty of towels in the bathroom.”
“Appreciate it, Birdseye.”
He nodded. “You get clean and some rest. Lookin’ dead on yer feet,” he observed to Ginny.
“I will. Thanks.”
Birdseye left us alone and took the stairs as I cradled her face in my hands. Looking up, I almost laughed when I saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway. “Mistletoe.”
She smiled when she saw it. “Then you should kiss me, Brick.”
I didn’t hesitate, lowering my mouth to hers and savoring the soft, plump sweetness of her lips. She tasted like Christmas cookies and hot cocoa. I wanted to plunge my tongue inside and devour her.
I didn’t. Not yet.
When I pulled back, she smiled. “That warmed me up a little.”
“There’s more to come later,” I promised, and meant it.
Whatever happened now, I wanted her to understand that she was mine. I would protect her and stand by her side.
“Join me in bed later,” she whispered huskily, and I nearly groaned with the mental image that popped into my head of her sprawled naked on a bed, legs wide open, waiting for me to fuck her.
“That’s a promise, Baby.”
Ginny took her shower, and I joined Birdseye, drinking a cup of coffee and distracted by all the shit that had gone down in the last twelve hours.
“Why does she look familiar?”
“You better sit down. Might be too much for you,” I joked.
He swatted at my knees with the cane, and I laughed. “Out with it.”