All Cathy wanted to do was forget about her family. They had used her, got her to pay for everything, and then kicked her out of the engagement party. So she went to Storm’s bar and didn’t care it was now home to The Rebel’s MC.
The moment the brunette walked into the bar, Brick knew he wanted her. He’d been waiting a long time for the right woman, but seeing as it was Christmas, he was happy to just enjoy her for however long she needed.
Cathy had never fallen into bed with anyone. Brick, he’s a different kind of man, and one kiss, it’s not enough. One touch, just sets her on fire for more.
This is a miracle. He wanted a woman to settle down with, and Cathy walked right into his world. Now he’s not going to let her go. Brick’s in this for the rest of his life, and he doesn’t need longer than a week to know what he wants.
But is Cathy ready to settle down. Does she want a husband, children, and to be part of an MC for the rest of her life?
Brick never chased after a woman. He never had to worry about a woman sticking around. He was used to them holding onto his every word. He had to be the one to push her away in the morning. This morning, after enjoying a night of amazing sex, the woman of his dreams was nowhere to be found. At first, he doubted if he even lived it, but the scent of Cathy was still heavy in the room, and he wasn’t going to forget that anytime soon.
Then, on the way down to the main clubhouse, Rebel held his daughter while Willow was serving up breakfast. He didn’t know who to ask first, but seeing as Willow kept glancing toward him, he figured she knew something.
Cathy had snuck out. That wasn’t exactly news to him. Waking up alone with just the scent of her told him she’d snuck out. She’d also said Willow could tell him where she lived, in case he wanted to find her.
He didn’t understand why she didn’t wake him up. They could have enjoyed round four, or was it five? He lost count of the number of orgasms he had last night.
Now, as he pulled into her very nice neighborhood, he drove down to the bottom corner, and he knew it was her house. There were a few lights and some decorations, and her house was nice. It was a house designed for a family.
Parking next to what he assumed was her car, he turned off the ignition and made his way toward her front door. He was pretty sure there were several neighbors twitching their curtains right about now. He didn’t give a fuck what they thought. Let them think whatever shit they wanted to. The only person he was interested in was Cathy.
And she opened the door seconds later. “Brick,” she said.
One half of her face was covered in makeup. She looked strange, but then he’d seen a lot of even stranger shit, so it didn’t bother him.
“You snuck out,” he said.
“And you came here.” There was a smile on her lips.
“You want to tell me what is going on?” he asked, pointing at her face.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the delivery guy. I had a notification that I’ve got a package coming.” She stepped out of the way and allowed him to enter. “It’s not weird or anything. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Brick frowned but followed her through to what he assumed would be her garage, only it was like he’d stepped inside a beauty supply store or a salon, or both. He’d been to places with cameras set up, but most of the time, porn was being filmed. Not this woman. She had a desk, a couple of ring lights, and there was an assortment of products on her.
“I was filming a video for my vlog. I do beauty.” She stepped up to the table, and he watched as she took a bottle, spritzed some on a cloth, and then wiped her face, removing the makeup.
Cathy turned toward him with a smile.
“Willow told you where I lived?” Cathy asked.
“I didn’t follow you. As soon as I realized you had left, I went looking. Why did you sneak out?” he asked.
“I, uh, I’ve never done the morning-after thing. I’m not exactly sure what the protocol is. I didn’t want to worry you and make you think I was some clingy woman.”
The irony was that Brick wanted her to cling. He wanted her to stick with him, to hang onto him. And yet, the first woman he wanted that from was happy to give him space, to not seem too desperate. Did Cathy even realize she was the perfect woman?
