Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
She couldn’t help but gasp and melt against him. An answering pulse began between her thighs, and she tried to keep control of her senses.
The sensible part of her brain demanded she tell him she wasn’t on the pill, and they could get pregnant. The non-sensible part of her brain was telling her to just kiss, to just feel, to stop overthinking.
She had no idea what to do, so she chose the safest option and kissed him back.
The hand at the neck slid down her body, stopping at her breasts as he cupped the mounds in his palm. She cried out, and he growled her name against her lips.
Down he went, going to her thigh, lifting it up and curling it over his hips. He pulled her in close and pressed his cock between her thighs. They still had all their clothes on, but this felt good to just feel him against her, to be making out.
Cathy couldn’t recall ever doing this, but she loved exploring him as well, kissing him back, and then running her hands beneath his leather cut, feeling his body. She didn’t want it to end. Not now. Not ever. This terrified her.
All her life, she felt that to get to know someone, you had to date them for a period of time. She had not believed in love at first sight, as she felt that was an emotion used to make people believe in hunting for Mr. or Miss. Right.
Brick made her previous thoughts and feelings go up in smoke. She didn’t know what to do, other than feel. Brick helped her feel everything, and that was scary, especially as she didn’t even know if she was the woman he was looking for.
She didn’t even want to think of him being with anyone else.
Cathy had never been jealous. Not even of her sister, and yet that was exactly what she was feeling now.
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“I have no choice but to close the bar,” Willow said. “I’m surprised you’re even here.”
Brick glared at Willow as he took a seat beside her at the table. She had her baby girl, Isabella, in her lap. He’d known Rebel was out running the last few errands, and now would be the only time he got to talk to Willow alone, without his club president.
“Look, I need to talk to you.”
“Why?” Willow asked.
“I … it’s to do with Cathy.”
“You haven’t hurt her, have you?”
“No.”
Willow frowned. “What is going on with you two? I told Cathy you’re looking to settle down, and she went really pale, and I don’t know, looked like she wanted to throw up. Is that something I shouldn’t have mentioned?”
Brick frowned. “When did you do that?”
“The other night. I don’t know when. I still have my Mom brain on … but when you had to take care of some business and that stuff.”
He sat back. Since then, he’d noticed a difference in Cathy. “Did she say anything?”
Willow pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose. “Not that I can remember. Like I said, she went to the bathroom not long after. I think you followed her inside, then you came out and went back to her place. I think. I’m not sure.”
He pressed his fingers to his nose and tried to make sense. “She’s been a little off. Do you think she doesn’t like the thought of me settling down? That she and I are just a good thing?”
“How should I know?”
“You’re a woman.”
Willow burst out laughing. “I didn’t even know I wanted to settle down, get married, have a kid, and run this place, until I was put in the position of making it happen, but here I am.” She shrugged.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that sometimes we don’t know what we want until it has either been taken away from us, or we’re living it.”
“You think I should leave Cathy? Make her see what she is missing?”
“Wow, no, I mean, wow, how did you jump to that scenario?”
“You just said!”
She growled. “I didn’t say that. Well, I did, but it was in context of attempting to understand what people want. No two people are the same.”
“You know Cathy, though, right.”
“No, we’re not close. In case you didn’t know, I was barely close to anyone in town. I’m the last person on the planet you should be asking for advice.” She shook her head. “You hear that, Sweet Pea? People think Mommy is good at giving advice.”
Brick sighed. “You’ve got no choice but to help me. No one else is around, it’s just you and me, you’ve got to help me.”
She frowned. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay, if you don’t help me, then it is quite simple, I’m not leaving your side until you do. You’ve already told Rebel before that you’re tired of seeing me mope at the bar. Imagine my face by your side, even when you’re fucking Rebel,” Brick said. It would never happen. Rebel would kick his ass first, but he liked the threat of it.