Page 15 of Eternally Ginger

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Ghoul

“Don’t cross that property line, Bane,” I snapped as soon as the little asshole approached the bush he had hidden behind earlier.

“Bane? My name’s—"

“I know your name, ya little shit. It’s Bane because you’re a pain in my ass.”

“I had to do something. If she saw me with my gun one more time, she would have taken it,” he pleaded his case and put his hands on his hips, standing behind his argument.

I laughed. Every word he spoke was the fucking truth; she’d given me the exact same speech as soon as he went home the other night.

“Anyway, sorry about your smoke.”

“It’s cool.”

He started to cross from his yard to my aunt’s, and I coughed. “I’m serious about that property line.” I laughed again as he continued his journey and stopped on the porch steps about eight feet away from me.

“I come in peace.” He held his hands up with a smirk. “So, are we cool?” He stepped toward me.

“Yeah, we’re good, but you’ll always be Bane to me.”

“I can live with that.” He took four more steps closer, then sat. “Which bike is yours?”

I pointed it out and spent the better part of two hours answering his off the wall questions before he headed back to his house.

“Make a new friend?” Ginger asked, walking out onto the porch as soon as Bane reached his front door.

“Seems that way.”

“Why did you befriend a teenager, may I ask? I thought you, and I quote, ‘couldn’t stand the little shit.’ Unquote.”

“The jury is still out, but he apologized for the other day, so he’s less of a little shit,” I joked, watching her saunter slowly toward me. I swear, I could watch her for the rest of eternity as long as she looked at me with longing in those eyes.

“Do you think we’ll ever be like this?” She smiled, climbing onto my lap, and I wrapped her in my arms.

“What do you mean?” My hands gripped her ass and pulled her closer to me.

“Be old and have a house with shrubs trimmed just right and an annoying little shit of a neighbor with a bb gun. You know, the whole nine yards. The American dream,” she mused as her forehead rested against mine.

“Fucking right we will, Ginger. I gave you the chance to run over a year ago; you’re stuck with my ass for the rest of your life.” The words left my mouth before I had a chance to process what I was saying. Now that they were out there, floating between our bodies, I couldn’t take them back. It wasn’t like I could just inhale, and time would rewind. I had to live with them. I meant them whole-heartedly but had not intended to say them to her yet. I didn’t want everything going on around us to taint the memory of one of us making a serious vow to the other. Still, the more I thought about it, this was us. There would always be some kind of wickedness seeping from a dark corner of our life somewhere, so maybe it was best it came out unexpectedly. If I kept holding onto how I felt about her, I might have missed my opportunity, to be honest.

Her lips brushed mine, and her hips made small circles, rubbing her pussy against me. “Fuck,” I groaned and looked around the place for any sign of someone else. Aunt Hadley and Spider passed out three hours ago, right after they watched a gameshow. Sledge, Tin Man, Sac, Wily, and Sleeper were at a local watering hole and probably wouldn’t come back until they were too drunk to walk. It wouldn’t hurt to fuck her on the swing. My thought process shocked the shit out of me. If this were three years ago, before Ginger, I would never have considered saving someone’s modesty. I would have bent her over the swing and fucked her until she begged me to stop. Then again, this was Ginger, and she wasn’t just a club whore that I didn’t give a shit about. She was my old lady and the woman I didn’t want to live without.

“Ghoul,” she whispered, grabbing my hand and placing it against her soaked panties hidden beneath her thin silky gown. My fingertip plunged inside her. I curled and flexed it, a knowing grin overtaking my face. This drove her crazy.

My cock pushed against my jeans, and it was fucking uncomfortable. My freehand undid my fly, and she tugged my dick free before climbing off and settling beside me on the swing. She timidly smiled, both of us more than aware she wasn’t innocent. Much the opposite, actually. Her sex-drive was equal to mine, maybe more, and I fucking loved it. She dropped her hot mouth onto my tip. “Your mouth feels so fucking amazing.” I bit my lip and stretched my hand around her body, going to work on her clit. I wanted to make her come, but I wasn’t a fucking idiot; I wouldn’t stop her from sucking me off for any reason. If my brothers decided to call it an early night and showed up, they’d just have to watch the show was all I could think of at this point.

Her tongue wrapped around my girth, and I flexed my length into her mouth. My head rested on the back of the wooden swing, and my eyelids closed, appreciating how phenomenal she was. The woman had a hidden talent, and it was sucking my cock. Over the years, I’d had my share of lips on my love gun—as Gene Simmons’s band used to sing—but she by far was the best I’d ever had.

I upped my speed on her clit, tapping my fingers like I was the best bassist in the world. She cried out, and her sweet juice leaked down my hand. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at me as I popped my fingers into my mouth, savoring her flavor.

Directly after, my fingers enveloped her long red hair and twisted, yanking her head back. Her beauty within the moonlight was enough to make me explode, but I fought it. She whimpered and picked up her pace, moving up and down in rhythm as I thrust, my balls tightening when she cupped and kneaded them within her palm.

“I love that gorgeous mouth of yours, Ginger.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. She hummed a popular rock song against my rod, and it was more than I could take. Hell, it could have been the most annoying pop song, and I wouldn’t have known the difference at this point. My orgasm busted at the seams and filled her throat.

“Shit,” I cussed, squeezing her strands with all my strength, and thrust once more.

She sucked as she withdrew my shaft and licked her lips. “Damn,” she panted, sitting up, and leaned her head against my chest.

“You’re fucking right, damn,” I complimented her with a kiss on the top of her head.

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