Chapter Nine
Cathy planned to do the right thing, to tell Brick she wasn’t on any contraceptive, and they were risking pregnancy. There was a chance she could be pregnant. She had prepared a whole speech in her head. Even as she’d been testing out the new makeup, she’d been going over it in her head. So much so, that the footage she had captured was useless, as she didn’t speak. Randomly, she threw out words, as she was so distracted.
Then, she came up with a plan to have a nice dinner where they could sit opposite one another, enjoy a meal, and she’d bring it to him.
She’d began working on a quick pasta dish, paying careful attention to the flavors, not wanting it to be too spicy. She’d also baked a cake, and it was frosted and in the fridge. They had already purchased ice cream, which was in the freezer. She’d changed into a beautiful red dress, pinned her hair up, a flick of lipstick over her lips. Nothing too much.
Brick entered and looked at her, looked at the table, and she somehow ended up naked on the dining room floor. He did as well. Clothes had gone within seconds. Their first time had been in the dining room, the second one on the stairs, and now they lay in her bed, and Brick stroked the tips of his fingers down her back.
Cathy was on her stomach, as he teased her body. He’d already pushed a pillow beneath her stomach, raising her ass and spreading her cheeks.
She licked her lips as she had a feeling of what was coming next. For the last few days, every chance he got, he’d been teasing her ass. Cathy didn’t for a second believe they were going much further.
Then, he’d pressed a single digit into her ass.
At first, it had felt strange, a little uncomfortable. He’d added a second finger, stretching her. She didn’t know when he’d gotten the lubrication, or how they had gotten to this point, but now he stroked her back, while he was knuckle-deep in her ass.
This was not enjoying a dinner, to bring up the fact she was not on any protection. Cathy knew she had to tell him. They couldn’t keep going on like this, but the words kept failing her.
“Are you ready for me?” Brick asked.
“Yes.”
She didn’t think she would be, but now she wanted to feel his cock deep inside her ass.
He moved behind her, and his lips pressed against her neck. He touched the sensitive spot on her neck and closed her eyes, feeling the tip of his cock begin to press against her ass.
“Push out,” he said.
It sounded like he spoke between gritted teeth.
She didn’t question him. Cathy trusted him.
Following his instruction, she did as he asked and pressed out, and as she did so, his cock pressed forward. It burned and was hot, dirty, and sexy, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to compose herself. Her body was on fire, flushed all over, as he began to fill her, inch by inch.
When there was more of his cock inside her ass than out of it, she felt him slide his hand between her thighs and touch her clit. Cathy didn’t think it could feel any better, but as he touched her, he lit up her whole world.
He’d already given her multiple orgasms that night alone, and being with him the last few days, she knew he was going to send her right over the edge into another one. She moaned his name.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear it. Scream it.”
She cried out, begging him not to stop.
His whole cock was inside her, but he didn’t move. He played with her clit, and Cathy didn’t think she would be able to stand it, but she should have known this was a master she was dealing with.
Brick always got what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her to come all over his fingers.
“Let me feel you, Cathy. I want you to come so hard that I feel this ass squeeze my dick because it is so desperate for my cum.”
She loved it when he talked dirty, and then it was like her body was attuned to his command, as she quickly followed his instruction and came hard for him. His name echoed off the walls as she didn’t hold anything back. She just let go.
Before her orgasm had ended, he grabbed her hips and began to drive inside her. Brick started out slow, and then began to pick up the pace, allowing her to get used to the feel of him. At first, it did hurt, but it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t discern one feeling from the other. They mingled together and set her on fire. She didn’t want him to stop.
Brick began to fuck her, going harder and deeper inside her, building that fire until she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel. It was just the two of them.
This was the strangest feeling in the world for Cathy. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted to tell him how she felt, to ask him what kind of woman he was hoping to spend the rest of his life with. Yet, the clarity of her own feelings swept over her.
She realized in that moment, so completely and without fear, that the reason she was struggling so much was because she had fallen in love with this man. It felt so crazy to her. There was no way she could have fallen in love with him. Not this fast. Not this easy. And yet, that was exactly how she felt.
Brick came, and she felt his cock, spilling his seed deep inside her ass, and in that moment, she knew they were going to have to face their reality very, very soon.
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Brick clicked his tongue as he looked out the window. Rebel was on the line, telling him to stay put. Not that he had any intention of going anywhere. While he’d been balls-deep inside his woman, Mother Nature had decided to send a whole sweep of snow, and there was no getting out.
There was no point in opening the front door. He’d already been to the window and saw the snow was chest high. They had nothing to worry about. The heat was working great, they had food, and now all they had to do was wait it out.
The only problem was … something was bothering Cathy, and he didn’t like it. He’d tried to talk to her this morning, but she’d made excuses about doing work and had already snuck into her garage.
Brick had left her alone, and he’d already made himself a coffee, called Rebel, done the laundry, and even cleaned up the mess from the previous night. The pasta had to go in the trash. It just wasn’t edible. He was pretty sure it had been cooked too long.
He stood outside the garage door and waited. From where he stood, he heard her talking. Watching her videos, he knew she was giving reviews, or showing how to use a product. Brick knew he should leave her alone to work, but he couldn’t. Something was bothering Cathy. And that meant something was bothering him. He didn’t want her to put any distance between them, and he didn’t like not knowing what to do to make this work.
In the past, it had been so easy to just have his fun and leave. Cathy was not a woman he wanted to leave. She’d gotten under his skin within seconds of meeting her, and she had made a comfortable place for herself in his heart.
Without thinking this through, he twisted the doorknob and opened the door, stepping inside. The camera was set up, and the lights were glowing. She’d set her studio up with a Christmas theme. Watching several of her videos over the past few days, he’d come to see that she did this for most of the seasons, including Halloween.
“Brick,” Cathy said. “I’m filming.” She got to her feet and stepped toward the camera, turning it off. She put her hands on her hips and turned toward him. “What’s up?”
“We’re snowed in,” he said.
“Yeah, ugh, I think it is going to take a few days for someone to get the plow or something. The snow might melt.”
“What’s going on?” he asked.
She frowned. “What’s going on?”
“Yeah, lets cut the crap here. Something is bothering you and I can’t fix it if I don’t know what it is.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t know if there is anything to fix.”
“Damn it, Cathy, stop it. You think I don’t see the change in you? You think I can’t tell you’re avoiding me? I get it, people have done nothing but let you down your whole life. You’re the only person you can rely on. I get that as well. I’ve stuck by your side this past week—”
“And don’t you think that is insane?” Cathy asked. “You and I, we’re pretty much strangers, and you have been there for me when my family hasn’t. You have stuck by me when other people should hav e— the people that call themselves my parents or my family.”
“And you’re pissed with that.”
“No, I’m not pissed.”
“You sound it,” he said.
Cathy sighed. “Look, I’m confused, okay? For so long I’ve been told you can only love someone you have known a long time. I barely know you. We’ve known each other a week, we’re snowed in together, and it’s Christmas, and I’m not on the pill!” She slapped a hand across her mouth.
“The pill?”
“Crap, look, I … I didn’t want to ruin anything, but Willow told me you’re hoping to find a woman to settle down with. You want to have a family and do the whole … settled guy thing.” She cringed and now Brick couldn’t help but smile.
She looked so fucking cute and sexy, when she was trying to be … whatever it was she was trying to be. In that moment, Brick knew he loved her more than anything. She was nervous, a little afraid, and there was even a paleness to her cheeks. She’d not put on a lot of makeup.
“We’ve not exactly been careful and I’m not taking the pill. I didn’t know if I should tell you, or what to do.” She ran fingers through her hair. “Are you just going to stand there and not say anything?”
“I’m waiting for you to finish.”
“You’re so frustrating. I know I’m not the ideal woman. I know I’m not like Tiffany, or Willow, or anyone else. I don’t do casual sex, and this week has been amazing, and I don’t know what else to say right now. I could be pregnant. I know it only takes one time, and we’ve been doing it a whole lot of times, apart from last night, you know.” She put her hand against her ass. “Please, Brick, make me stop babbling.”
He took a step toward her, then another, and another. She didn’t pull away. She stood her ground, squaring her shoulders, with that fire in her eyes. There was nothing cruel about her gaze. This woman was everything he wanted. She was sweet, fire, spice, and so fucking cute and sexy.
He couldn’t believe he’d wasted so much of his life riding around, not finding this woman sooner.
Last Christmas, after talking with Rebel and Willow, he’d asked for a miracl e— to send him a woman that would keep him on his toes, make him ache, make him yearn, make him want to stay in one place to raise a family. Nothing had happened last year.
And for the past year, he’d gotten even more miserable, even considering going back on the open road. Then a week ago, a beautiful brunette had walked into Storm’s Bar, went right up to the counter, and the sway of her hips, the fullness of her tits, that look in her eye, had called to him. This was his miracle. He had to be patient for her. She was his life, his meaning, his fucking everything.