10. Ginger
10
GINGER
E verything is an absolute mess. But you have to make a mess before it can all come together , I remind myself. It’s the same with every project I work on. All of the moving pieces seem like chaos until it’s show time.
But God, does it feel like it’s not going to happen right now. There are so many loose ends. I can’t get done what I planned to do myself because I have so many fires to put out.
I want to scream, Come on, people, use your brains and figure it out yourselves!
I can’t. It’s my job. It’s the penalty of being in charge.
Sighing, I run a hand through my hair before tying it up in a messy bun. This little elf is going to look like she’s worked her ass off all day by the time she’s done for the day.
Oh well.
The construction crew has the small games I’d planned for the kids mostly set up in the children’s wing. They’re all covered with sheets to protect the surprise for as long as possible, but the extras—plastic balls, clubs, and other paraphernalia—sit out in buckets. It’s enough for the patients to be excited.
Outside, they’re building something bigger for the general public to play on for an admission fee, and any of the children who are well enough to venture outside can partake in the full-sized games.
The weather even permits the Santa-themed bouncy house. Gracie is going to love that bit.
After directing Sally and Samantha where to put the tables for the donated food, and showing Daniel where I want the fryer set up for the fresh funnel cakes, I sneak around the side of the hospital, finding a nook to take a breather.
The cold of the brick is refreshing against my back. I close my eyes and take two deep breaths before I notice someone nearme.
Ashley is only a few feet away, having snuck up on me. God, I must be out of it not to have heard him.
He leans against the brick beside me on one arm, and I swear it makes all of the muscles in his shoulders and chest flex. “You all right?”
I smile up at him, taking the opportunity to trace a finger along the inside of his bicep.
Did his eyes just darken ten shades? His pupils are blown wide, and that mounting desire that accompanies our flirting isthick between us.
“Yeah. Just needed a minute.” If I’m being honest with myself, I’ll take another five to have a piece of him. I let my hand drop to the center of his chest, drawing a little circle before my fingers crawl up to his collar and tug him closer.
He takes direction well, surrounding me with his body as I lift to my toes to kiss him.
Ashley’s mouth presses against mine gently, once, twice, three times, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth before his hand sinks into my hair, unknotting my bun. His kiss turns dangerous, setting me ablaze with compounding need.
I let myself get lost in him and the way he’s kissing me.
If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve imagined this so many times. Although this isn’t the time or place I thought the attraction between us would finally ignite, I have to admit the way his mouth moves over mine and his tongue claims me is better than I envisioned.
When his free hand finds the small of my back, my body swings into his, and the small moan vibrating through our kiss has me feeling a bit reckless.
I draw my hands under his shirt to scrape my nails across his back. The strangled noise at the back of his throat sends heat down to my core. God, I want him to touch me. To soothe the ache that’s been beating between my thighs for over a month. I can never seem to do more than take the edge off. But my own hand is no comparison to the real thing.
To having someone else touch me instead.
I nip him and take a second to catch my breath. “Touch me,” I tell him, body sliding against his suggestively.
When his hand glides down to grab my ass in a firm grip and rub his arousal against my stomach, I almost laugh in delight.
After a beat, I let my body retreat, back flush against the cold brick again. His thumb brushes the soft skin of my stomach, and I can’t hold back my need to rush this. To get as much as I can before we’re discovered, or I’m needed again.
I pop the button on my jeans, and Ashley’s groan has me whimpering.
“We don’t have much time…”
He takes my mouth in another earth-shattering kiss. Abruptly pulling away, he turns me around, pulls me back into the crook of his body, and slides a hand down my belly again, under the waist of my jeans and inside my panties, and he brushes my folds with his fingers.
“Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re so wet.”
I am, and I need this. I yank my jeans down an inch to give him better access as he rubs me, coating his digits with my arousal. After a few swipes, he slides two fingers into me. The moan I let loose has Ashley gripping me harder, an arm between my breasts to hold me up as he thrusts with his other hand.
My thighs spread to give him better access, hips jutted forward to meet each thump of his palm against my clit.
I lean back into him, giving him the control. The only thing I can do is try to keep myself quiet. But, fuck, it’s hard when he hits a spot that makes me quake all over.
Pleasure builds, and my hips drop into his hand, grinding and seeking. I’ve been so riled up that I hoped an orgasm would hit me fast, but it’s not, it’s lingering, teasing, whispering that I need more.
“Ginger.” Ashley’s voice drops against the shell of my ear like a prayer before his mouth gets busy kissing and nibbling along my throat. His groan has me pulsing around him. “Fuck, I want to feel you come. I want to taste it.”
It should be enough to send me over the edge, but my body’s grown too greedy. When I whimper, he slowly sinks his teeth into myneck. A new moan rockets out of me, and still, I’m just far enough away that I have to prod him for more.
“Ashley…”
He groans a yes against my skin.
“More.”
His hips grind against my ass. “How much more?”
I gasp as he thrusts harder. “All of it. All of you. God, Ashley, fuck me.”
He sucks in a deep breath before his fingers retreat. I barely catch how he sinks them in his mouth for a beat before he yanks my jeans down my hips and off my ass. With another small fumble, his cock slides between my thighs, becoming coated with my slick.
Palms braced against the wall, I nod, dropping soft please s until the fat head of his cock presses against my entrance. As wet as I am, it takes a little force to breach my core. The small thrusts that work him into me have my legs shaking.
“God, yes.” My head falls back, sharpening the angle and accepting all of him.
Ashley locks an arm around my waist as he seats himself, rocking against the end of me. “You feel so fucking good, Ginger.”
After a few tentative thrusts, he builds up a nice rhythm. “Like this? You want more?”
I nod, halfway gone to the feeling of being absolutely full, stretched near to my limit by his shaft. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
I swear he growls at me in return, but everything disappears with the way his hips rocket forward, slamming into me like a jackhammer. Every thrust is faster and harder than the last.
The wet smacking sounds of our hips and my soft cries are the only noises I can hear as my core flutters. But fuck, my body still refuses to give in, to allow me the release I so desperately need.
Ashley must feel my frustration because his hand comes down on my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Burning pleasure crests, trapping me in its grasp. He grunts against the back of my neck.
My entire body is fighting for control, clamping down around Ashley’s thick cock. Arching back, his hand slides up my waist, under my shirt, letting the chilly air breach my overheated skin. He cups me over my bra, finding my nipple and pinching it.
Muscles locking up, I tip over that edge, jerking and shaking as I come and come and come. I’m lost to everything but his cock. His hips rocket into me, searching for his own release when my ringer blares from my front jeans pocket.
We slam together a few more times before Ashley settles behind me, breathing hard and reaching for the offending phone.
I fumble it from his grasp, propping myself against the brick to answer it.
But Ashley is still rocking slowly into me. I know he hasn’t come, and it doesn't look like he’s going to. Still, I bite back my mewls as my pussy throbs around him, wanting more.
I accept the call. “Yes?”
My voice is too breathy. I sound freshly fucked for sure. I’m still being fucked, even if it’s a tenth of what it was a few seconds ago. I struggle to listen to whoever's on the other end.
“Ginger?” one of my volunteers asks.
“Yeah. It’s me.” Ashley slams home one more time, pushing into me like he can crawl into my body. My knees wobble, and my mouth forms an O. His hand presses into my clit with more strength.
Core fluttering, I fight back against the pleasure threatening to take me back over that edge. His near-breathless grunts shred that last barrier between me and another orgasm.
I collapse against the brick, unable to hold myself up. His hard shaft and strong hands help keep me upright.
“Ginger?”
I shake myself back to the conversation on my phone. “Yeah, sorry. A little distracted. What’s wrong?”
“We need you in the children’s wing. ASAP. We’ve got a bit of a problem.”
Of course, they do.