Chapter Nineteen
Kip
I’m just staring at her like some sort of love-sick idiot.
I don’t normally stay this long at the bar.
I spend most of my time in the back, but I’m making excuses for being up here tonight because I can’t stop watching her.
She glides from table to table like it’s a fucking dance.
Her smile is lighting up the room. I want to pull her back into the office with me and bury myself inside of her until I hear her scream out my name again.
“You okay, boss?” Sadie says as she slides past me.
“Fine.”
“Just seem a bit distracted.”
“That’s one way to say it,” Kyle mutters.
I glare at him, and he just resumes pouring a drink without another word.
She’s serving a family now - two elementary school kids and their parents. She lowers herself until she’s eye level with the kids. I step closer until I can hear what she’s saying.
“I love it too. I haven’t laughed that hard at a book in my whole life,” she says to the boy. He’s smiling at her like it’s the first woman he’s ever seen, and I understand completely.
“You want to know my favorite character?” she says. The kid leans closer, his eyes eager with anticipation.
“Rodrick.”
They both start laughing.
“He reminds me a bit of one of my brothers.”
The little girl is laughing now too.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Ginger says, pointing at the little girl. “Brothers, right?”
She shakes her head, and they all continue laughing. I lean up against the doorpost, so I can watch this scene play out.
“What’s your favorite book?” she asks the girl.
“Percy Jackson.”
“Oh, my god, those are so good,” Ginger says. They start a deep dive into characters and the different books. I’m just staring at her like she's an alien who’s invaded this town, and then it hits me. I figured something out. She’s not going to be happy about this.
As soon as she walks away from their table, I step toward her and grab her wrist. “Ginger, time to take a break.”
“Now?” she says looking around.
“Now,” I say, pulling her into the hallway.
“Kip, I'm working here.” She stumbles toward my office.
“Hey Sadie, Ginger’s taking fifteen. Cover her tables.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” Sadie calls.
I pull her into the office and slam the door behind her. Her eyes are wide. I step toward her, and she takes a little step back.
“I figured something out about you.”
She swallows and doesn’t answer. I take another step forward, and she takes another step back.
“What is it?” she asks. She looks nervous.
I take one more step. When she mirrors me, her back hits the wall. I rest my hand over her head and lean forward, dipping my head down, so I can whisper in her ear.
“You’re a teacher.”
Her eyes shoot up to mine, and then she quickly looks away.
“What? Why would you say that?” she stammers.
“One - you are a fucking child charmer. Those kids immediately fell in love with you.”
“Well, that doesn’t prove anything,” she responds.
“Two - no adult knows that much about children’s books.”
“A lot of adults like children’s books.”
I roll my eyes. “Three - you don’t curse.”
She flushes. “I do.”
“The bedroom doesn’t count.”
Her face reddens.
“Four...” I pull her notepad from the front of her apron and hold it up. “Your handwriting.”
She furrows her brow. “What about it?’
“It’s perfect. It looks like my fourth grade teacher’s Mrs. Hammond. No one writes like this other than teachers.”
Her eyes dart to the paper and back to me. “That’s not true.”
I toss the notepad behind me. “Isn't it?”
She’s breathing hard. So am I.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
She bites her lip.
“I knew it,” I say. “You’re off for the summer, aren’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, and then she finally says. “What does it matter anyway?”
“I am going to figure it out, Ginger.”
Her eyes widen.
“Everything. Whatever you’re hiding. Whoever you are. I’m going to find out.”
She presses her lips together and sighs. “Why?”
“I want to know. I want to know everything about you.”
“Don’t you know enough?” She’s looking up at me with those fucking eyes again, and I feel myself melting.
“I don’t know nearly enough.” I start to kiss her neck, palm her breast, cup her ass. She moans softly. “I still don’t know your real name.”
I’m inching my hand up her skirt, and she’s digging her fingers into my biceps.
“I want to say your real name when I come inside you.” She trembles as soon as she hears those words. “Don’t you want that too?”
She just whimpers. I move her hair to the side and nibble on her earlobe. I feel a shiver run down her body.
“I don’t even know what you taste like,” I whisper in her ear. She drops her hands from my arms and lays her palms flat against the door behind her, bracing herself. I lower myself to my knees in front of her.
“That’s something I’ve got to fix,” I say, running my hands under her skirt and pulling her panties off. Her whole body is trembling. I lift one of her legs and prop it over my shoulder.
I plant a kiss on her thigh just above her knee.
“Kip,” she moans and runs her hands through my hair. I work my way up her leg - kissing and licking and sucking.
I stop and look at her. “I’m going to make you come so hard. You won’t be able to stand.”
She swallows hard, and she hisses my name as I grab her hips hard and pin her back against the door.
“You’re all mine,” I say before I part her with my tongue.
Her knee buckles immediately. If I weren’t pinning her against the door, she would have collapsed already.
I snort with satisfaction. She’s not going to know what hit her once I’m through here.
My fingers dig a little deeper into her skin as my tongue finds her clit.
Her whole body shakes, and my name spills from her lips.
I release one hand, so I can slide my fingers inside.
She gasps as her pussy clenches around them.
I slowly slide them out and plunge them in again - she puts her hands over her mouth as she tries to muffle a scream.
I pull back. “There’s no use fighting it, Ginger. Scream out my name as loud as you want.”
Her face flushes, and the corners of my mouth turn up. I have her exactly where I want her. I’m still holding eye contact as I pull my fingers out again and plunge them back inside. Her hands are still over her mouth, but it does little to muffle the sounds she’s trying to hold back.
“Don’t hold back. Let everyone here know how hard I make you come.”
Her eyes grow wide. I’d love to keep watching her face - her struggle to contain the screams she needs to release, but I’m aching to taste her again.
Once my tongue reaches her again, she nearly collapses.
I’m holding her up with one hand on her hip and finger fucking her with the other.
I feel her whole body start to quiver. She drops her hand and runs her fingers through my hair.
“Oh, my god, Kip,” she’s trying not to be loud, but she’s not doing a good job at all. I fucking love it. I fucking love that I’m making her lose all control.
She’s gone now. I’ve sent her right over the edge. Her pussy is contracting around my fingers. My tongue is holding steady under her shaking body. She tries to pull away.
“It’s...oh god...it’s too...”
She surrenders and yells my name.
When she finally stills, I lean back and release my hands. She slides her back down the door until she collapses onto me. I wrap her in my arms.
“I’m supposed to be working,” she mumbles.
“I think your boss will understand.”
“Do you think they heard?” Her face is bright red.
“Yes.”
She grows even redder.
“Everyone is going to know what we’re doing,” she says.
“They all think we’re making a baby in here and couldn’t be more excited about it.”
She laughs and leans her head on me.
Eventually we get back to work, and everyone does look at us like they know exactly what we were doing. I don’t give a fuck, but Ginger’s face nearly matches her hair the entire night. There must be something wrong with me because it turns me on to see her blush.
When we get home for the night, she pulls me to her bed.
She climbs on top of me and rides me until we’re both speechless.
I sleep in her bed. We’re not even pretending to keep that rule any longer.
The next morning, she’s up before me, waiting for me with coffee in hand when I come out into the kitchen.
She kisses me softly as she hands me the mug. “Morning.”
“Morning.”
“Yesterday was nice,” she says.
“Just nice?”
Her mouth twitches up just a little. “Want some eggs?” She turns to the stove and starts heating up a pan.
“Sure. Hey Ginger, will you really not tell me what's going on?”
Her body deflates a little. She doesn’t turn back around. “Kip, can’t we just enjoy this?”
I don’t respond.
“Are you going to give a statement at the police station today?”
“I’d rather not.” She turns to face me. Worry is etched across her face.
“Hawk isn’t going to back down.”
“I need more time.”
“For what?” I stand up.
She doesn’t respond.
“For what?” I repeat.
“For what I came here to do,” she says, softly.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as I walk outside.
I walk all the way to the cabin without stopping. I pull out my cell phone and call Hawk.
He sounds surprised when he picks up the phone. “Everything alright?”
“No. I need your help with something.”