Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(98)

Slowly, she began to bob her head up and down, going further, taking more of my length each time.

“Jesus, fuck, Ginger.” I looked down at her, mesmerized by her movements.

A loud honk made me look up, I swerved back into my lane to avoid the oncoming car. I leaned back against my seat and lifted my hips. One hand went to the back of her head, stroking and massaging it while I resisted the urge to push down. Ginger’s mouth and hand worked in perfect sync. She pulled up and looked at me with a wicked grin on her face. My gaze darted from her to the road. She kissed the tip before closing her lips around it, sucking while continuing to pump my shaft with her hand.

“Fuuuck!” I groaned. My hand strangled the steering wheel.

Down she went again, taking nearly all of me in this time. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I fought to keep my eyes open. I was damn near panting in an attempt to hold it together, but Ginger had some serious skill. She moaned around my cock. My balls tightened.

“Ginger, baby...now would be a good time…”

She pulled up, her tongue slid across my slit, before sucking on the head again. She worked her hand faster, and I lifted my hips when I erupted into her mouth. Ginger kept going, swallowing down my load until I finished. She sat up, covered her mouth with her hand, and turned to look out the window. I thought she was getting sick until I heard her giggle.

“Goddamn, baby.” I laughed. I worked to fix my clothes while she continued to giggle. “Damn, guess it’s true…you gotta watch out for the quiet ones.” I shot a quick glance at her. “I was thinking at best you were about to give me a simple hand job, was not expecting that.”

Ginger put her seatbelt back on and looked over at me, wearing a carefree smile. “One more thing off the list, right?”

My eyes bucked as I whipped my head in her direction. “With as fucking amazing as that was, no way was that your first time. Or maybe you’re just a natural blow job master.”

Her expression changed briefly, before she put a smile back on her face. This one, however, was more forced than the last. “First time in a car. Thanks for keeping us on the road by the way.”

“It wasn’t easy. And when we get home, we are seriously making a list. Hell, there are a few things I need to add.”

She rolled her eyes. “Make your own list and stop trying to hijack mine.”

“You got it, baby.”

“What am I getting myself into?”

“If I have it my way, quite a few tricky positions.”

Ginger broke out in laughter, and it was the most amazing sound.

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Once at home, I carried Lil’ Man upstairs. Ginger followed me up. I stood back and watched how she carefully tucked him in bed. She brushed the hair from his face and leaned down to give him a kiss on his forehead before raising the sidebar back into place. I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“He’s a lucky kid,” I whispered.

“Why do you say that?”

“He has you. You’re a kick ass mom. And you make it look easy.”

Ginger reached back to rub my cheek. “I’m the lucky one. That little boy has saved me more than once.”

She pulled away and walked out of the room. I switched on the monitor then headed to our bedroom, but she wasn’t there.

I kicked off my shoes then headed downstairs. The door to the patio was slightly open. Through the open blinds, I could see Ginger. She stood out on the deck, beer in hand, staring off in space. I propped up in the doorway, watching her. Lost in thought, she paid no attention to me. I walked up behind her, and circled my arms around her waist. She jumped at the contact.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay.”

I grabbed the bottle from her hand, took a drink, and then set it down on the railing. “Are you out here spying on the neighbors?”

Ginger put her arms over mine, pulling them around her tighter. “It’s nice.”

“What? Spying on the neighbors?”

She shook her head. “Having them.”

Ginger reached for the beer, and finished it off in one gulp. It’d been awhile since she drank that I could remember. Certainly been awhile since she’d downed a drink like she was nervous about something.

“What’s wrong?

“Nothing.”

I did an audible inhale and exhale.

“Is it weird that I like being able to see a house from the back porch or when I look out of any window?”

I thought about her house. Only five houses were on the street, and they were spread out. Once you were behind her gate, you didn’t see any sign of them. Each house was like an island separated from each other.

“No, not weird at all.”

She picked up the empty bottle to take another drink.

“Want another?”

“Yes, please.”

I headed inside to grab another beer for her. Ginger had curled up on one of the loungers when I got back outside. I handed her the new beer and moved to take a seat on the other chair.

She grabbed my arm. “Sit with me.”

Stepping over the lounger, I settled back against it, and pulled Ginger against my chest. We sat in silence, listening to the sounds around us. Barking dogs, cars passing by, some with music blaring, and a few conversations as people took evening walks. I stroked her arms in tiny circles. She held the beer, twirling it around in her hands, but not taking a drink. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I could tell she had something on her mind. She’d tell me or she wouldn’t. But she needed me to sit here and hold her, and that’s what I’d do.