Page 8 of My Christmas Biker
“Who’s Nan?” I asked, completely lost.
“My ma,” Brick answered with a wink. He gestured to my coat. “Button that up and tuck in all that pretty hair, Doll. It’scold as fuck out, and I don’t want you freezin’ before I get you in my truck.”
Doll? I blinked, staring into those humored blue eyes.
“I swear I’m not a creep.” He nudged Dagger. “Can’t say that about Dag, though.”
I didn’t know how to take that, but I realized he was joking and teasing me.
“I’ll get you home for Christmas, Ginger. It’s a promise.”
There wasn’t a choice. I didn’t have any other options.
“You comin’?”
Chapter 3 Brick
“You comin’?” I asked, already knowing Ginger wouldn’t resist since there weren’t any other options.
I wasn’t taking advantage of her, just the opposite. I wanted this sweet girl to get home to her family for Christmas. And if that meant I got to sit beside this intriguing, beautiful young woman and learn more about her, I was okay with it.
Somehow, I didn’t think my mother would object once she learned why I’d be absent Christmas Eve. It would be a long ass drive. Three trips in a short period of time, but with Ginger’s company, I’d be fine. The trip home? Plenty of caffeine. I had it covered.
“So you’ll take me home to Las Vegas?” Ginger clarified.
“After we drop off Dagger with my ma,” I confirmed.
“Does she live close?”
“Twenty minutes away.”
She stood there, contemplating the offer with one hand on her hip. Cute as fuck. “Only if you’ll accept payment.”
A loud laugh exploded from Dagger’s mouth before he hid it with a cough.Asshole.
The corners of my lips twitched. I knew exactly which gutter his mind fell into, and I contemplated kicking his ass for making Ginger uncomfortable. “We can work something out, Sugar.” I meant that. In a non-sexual way.
“I’m talking about money for your tank,” she explained.
Yeah, I got it. I shrugged. “Like I said, we’ll figure it out.”
“Okay,” Ginger replied, narrowing her eyes. “No sex,” she blurted, like it was the only real concern. Not the fact that I was a stranger. Or we could hurt her. Or the blizzard that would make travel hazardous.
Just sex, spoken in the huskiest, most sensual tone.Fuck me.
Dagger hooted.
I sent him a look. The kind that said shut the fuck up.
“I never said sex.” Concerned that she might think something untrue, I walked into her personal space. “I’m not like that. I swear. Talk to my ma when we stop by. She’ll insist on it anyway. If you’re not convinced I’m a good guy, she’ll find other transportation for you.”
Ginger nodded. “Alright.”
Unable to resist moving closer to her, I lifted my hands to tuck a few strands of her red hair inside the hood of her coat. “I might be a flirt, Sweetheart, but I would never take advantage of a woman. Not my style. Besides, I don’t want nothin’ that isn’t freely given. My mama would kick my ass for even trying to use force on the fairer sex.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Dagger muttered. “She’d slice your balls clean off and stuff ’em down your throat.”
Ginger’s eyes widened.