Georgia-Blue & Hudson (Stoney Creek #5)

Chapter 6

6

Hudson

I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but no doubt it’s that last glass of wine she had with the trifle. That sweet sauterne can be deadly.

My eyes cast over her all too perfect face. Too perfect for the likes of a roughneck like me. Much too perfect for anyone around here, come to think of it.

I’m definitely no exception. Yet, she smells so fucking sweet.

I had one goddamned beer, so I know I’m not tanked. But I sure as hell know I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. She’s my best friend’s little sister. I’ve known her since she was a kid. I’ve never looked at her that way until recently…

Fuck . My growing erection agrees. Especially when I get a faint whiff of her perfume that smells like vanilla and violets, wafting over me like a butterfly’s wings. She’s that fucking precious.

“It is fair,” I tell her. Not wanting to let her wrists go now I have them. I know I should. Why do I suddenly enjoy watching her giggle and squirm?

This is more than that. This is flirting.

“The minute I let you go, you’re gonna try that whole tickling act again.”

“Admit you’re ticklish then?”

I shake my head. “I guess you’ll never know.”

“Ronnie might wanna know if I’m ticklish when I get down to Florida. I bet he’s not changed one little bit.”

“Don’t even fucking go there.”

“Ooh, are you going to defend my honor?”

I gruff at the notion. There’s no way any Ronnie fucking what’s-his-face is going to be pawing over Georgia-Blue on my watch, or any other schmuck for that matter.“How do you even know he’s going?”

“He sent me a message on Facebook a few weeks ago.”

I frown as I narrow my eyes. I don’t like the sound of this guy already. “I think I may need to be your plus one to protect you, Princess .”

She shrugs. “Sounds good.”

I like how she doesn't even hesitate. Still, I arch a brow. “Wait, what? Is that the sound of Blue Belle Bassett being agreeable?”

She tries to wrangle free again.

“You’ll only make it worse for yourself if you try to struggle.”

She giggles again. “Why does that sound hot?”

“Georgia,” I warn. My dick is kicking in my jeans telling me it’s party time, but my brain is slow to catch up.

I wish like fuck I could adjust him, but that won’t do much other than change the goddamned painful angle. More to the point; I’m jonesing over Georgia-Blue.

“You know, we might need to practice if you wanna make my ex see what he’s missed out on.”

“Practice?” I grit. “Practice what?”

“Being nice for a start,” she hums.

“I’m always nice.” I finally let go of her wrists but she’s unsteady, falling slightly as one hand lands on my chest, the other into my lap.

Goddamn .

She yelps and I brisk, hissing, when her fingers graze my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ . She quickly pulls her hands away to the safety of her side of the truck.

She sits back a little but keeps her gaze on me. Pulling her bottom lip under, she bites down, only releasing it to say, “Oops, sorry.”

I stare at her. “Not funny.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Her eyes dip to my crotch, then she says, “Do you find me attractive, Hudson Nash?”

She’s never used both my names before like this, and I know it’s the alcohol talking.

“It’s no secret you’re a beautiful woman, Georgia-Blue,” I tell her honestly. “But why do you ask?”

“It’s just… Why don’t I have a plus one?—”

“You do. Me. Period.”

She draws her hands up to her face, pressing them to her cheeks. “So, is it a full service date?”

“I never said it was a date.” Full service?

“A plus one is the same thing! I bet I can show you some dance moves, Huds. You’d be surprised what I can do with these hips.”

“I’m sure you can do plenty,” I mutter.

“Thank you,” she says, even though it wasn’t a compliment. I look ahead, then turn just as I see her leaning across toward me. Then her lips are on mine for a brief peck and I freeze in my seat, my heart racing in my chest.

“Georgia.” My voice is strained as I pull back.

“I was going in for a cheek kiss, you moved your head!”

Her lips. Fuck me.

She pouts when she realizes I’m not going to reciprocate. Man, it’s not because I don’t want her. Right now, my head is buzzing and so is she. I won’t take advantage of her like this. I cup her cheek because I don’t want to upset her. “You’re much too pure for someone like me,” I say.

“Too pure?” she whispers. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

“It’s the truth.” Her face is so close to mine. The heat between us, even through all the jokes and jibes, I feel it deep in my chest. It’s something we haven’t experienced before. At least, I haven’t.

She leans in again and kisses me on the cheek this time, her hot lips pressing into my skin. “Look at me, Huds.”

I turn my head once more and she lifts up and presses her lips to my forehead. “If you’re going to be my perfect date-plus-one, you’d better get used to having a little fun. You need to let loose a little and not be so serious.”

“Thanks for the tip.”

She sits back in her seat and reaches for her purse. “Thanks for the ride.”

I run a hand over my face. “Get on inside.”

“I’ll text you about teeing up flights for Florida.”

Can’t wait.

“Georgia,” I say. She turns her head, her eyes flick back to mine.

I watch her in those cute overalls as she pulls at the door handle but it doesn’t move. It’s an older truck so it does stick sometimes. She tries again but no luck.

“You locking me in?” she drawls over her shoulder. I lean over and tug the lock free, but it takes a couple of goes. She turns toward me before I pull myself back to my seat. I need to fucking let go of the handle. But I don’t. My hand stays there. My eyes stay on her, and my cock is literally throbbing. Do not fucking look down.

“Huds,” she whispers.

I close my eyes and commit her heavenly scent to my memory bank. I shouldn’t be doing any of this with Gray’s fucking sister. I know it. But I can’t seem to pull my body back to my seat. Especially when she holds onto my arms, grabbing my biceps for dear life. “Blue Belle, we can’t?—”

“We can.” Her lips are so damned close, I can taste her. They brush over mine as she speaks. It would only take the slightest lean forward and a tilt of my head to meet her. But she moves first, straight into me. Her big, full, juicy lips press onto mine and she never takes her eyes off me. “Please, Huds,” she says against my mouth, her hand trailing down the length of my arm down to my ribs.

“GB.” I’m not kissing her back, so it’s not a fucking sin or a betrayal to my best friend.

I’m not kissing her back.

I keep reciting those very words to myself over and over again. My moral compass is alive and well, somewhere.

“You’re sexy,” she whispers. “You smell so good.” Her lips feel velvet smooth as they sweep over my unmoving ones. She pulls back a little to look at me, a smile tugging at her mouth. “Just once, so we’ll know.”

“We don’t need to know,” I murmur. My throat feels like sandpaper and my body is so fucking rigid, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of the truck and walk when I get home.

She doesn’t take that as an answer, pulling me further into her. She raises her lips to mine again and this time I grab a fist full of her hair and press my mouth onto hers. She opens her lips slightly and lets out a little sigh. I switch angles as she pushes her body closer, reaching one arm around my neck and the other up my thigh… Fuck .

“Georgia,” I mutter, my words barely audible.

For a fleeting moment, I imagine her topless with just the denims on and me holding the chest part inwards so her tits spill out of each side. I’d lick and pull and caress those puppies until she couldn’t take any more. I’d suckle her all the way to the best orgasm of her life. Then my hand would slide down to her pussy and I’d take her tight hole with my fingers, curling them inside her, rubbing her G-spot until she came all over my hand. I’d make it so fucking good.

No. Not her. Not Georgia-Blue Bassett.

“Yeah?” She breaks my reverie. I change angles, our hot breaths mingling, our upper bodies colliding. Wrapping her hand around my waist, she tries to lift herself, almost straddling me and my dick only gets harder. She gasps and her kisses get more urgent, more wanting, more everything.

It’s then I see the light…. as in, a real fucking light. Someone is coming behind us in the car and I realize it must be her folks heading to their house.

We quickly scramble apart and she straightens herself out while I practically jump back against my seat. What the hell are we doing?

“Huds, I’m sorry, I—” She’s wide-eyed and panting in the dim light and I’m not much better.

I shake my head and run a hand down my face. “It’s my fault. You’d better go,” I say, feeling like a goddamned asshole.

Her face notably falls and she pushes the door open and quickly slides out. “Good night,” she whispers.

I glance over at her as she straightens those overalls out.

“Goodnight, Georgia.”

I’m a damn fool.

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I feel like an asshat when I get home to my dark, empty house. Nothing like this has ever happened before with her. I should’ve pushed her off. Let her down gently. Instead, I encouraged her and kissed her back when I told myself I shouldn’t.

I can’t stop thinking about it. Even as I try to distract myself for a moment by finding Moses, who is curled up in his bed in my room, I bend down to give him scruffles and he purrs into my hand.

I straighten out and run a hand over my head as I kick my boots off. I’ve been so busy with the harvest, I haven’t slept with anyone in several months. But this has gone beyond all I can take. I need relief. I’m corrupting Georgia-Blue, even if it was her that made the first move. I should know better. Still, it doesn’t stop me from stripping off, kneeling on my bed and jerking off to the thought of Georgia riding me in my truck.

He’s been screaming to be let out since being confined in that small space with all that heat brewing between us out of nowhere. I can’t fucking believe it.

My hand wrapping around my hard length feels good. So damned good. But I bet it would feel so much better in Georgia’s sweet little hand. The thought of her delicate fingers touching me only spurs me on as I rock my hips back and forth, furiously tugging like a man possessed.

In my mind, I tell myself nobody has to know. It’ll be like it never happened because nothing is ever going to happen with her. Okay, I kissed her back, and I shouldn’t have. But I can have the memory. We’ve always had that fire and ice thing going on. But kissing her in the truck and letting her feel me up is quite another thing. It’s gone way past any boundaries that existed between us.They did exist, until now.

I take an indulgent moment or two to appreciate the what ifs because after I come, I’m never going to let myself think of it. We got caught up in the moment and it won’t happen again.

It doesn’t matter that I know she’d appreciate my body if she ever got to see it. That I’d treat her like a queen, worshiping every inch of her. It’s not gonna be me.

“Goddamn,” I hiss to no one as I close my eyes, stark naked,going for it with my palm. Wishing, just for a moment, it was with her…

Her pale skin. The blue intensity of her eyes. The way she’d look up at me with my dick in her mouth. I’d wanna mark her porcelain flesh, spurt on her tits and all over her ass, marking her. Making her as mine.

I start to unravel as I rock faster, harder, more urgent than ever. The bed creaks but I don’t fucking care. It doesn’t make Moses stir from his bed.

It’s only when I picture my earlier fantasy over the overalls and her round, juicy tits spilling out the sides, rocking from our rhythm, that I start to come. I still my movements and lift my gaze up to the ceiling. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan and let my cum pour into my hand. It shoots up my torso as I ride the Georgia-Blue fucking freight train I didn’t know existed. My moans sound loudly around the room.

I’m incoherent as my orgasm takes me to another world; one I’ve never been to before. When the train finally comes to a halt, I flop down onto my back, making sure I don’t mess up my fresh bed sheets. I draw my arm over my eyes as I come back down to earth and even out my shallow breath a little.

There, I tell myself. It’s done. But I feel foolish even thinking it because it shouldn’t even be a thing. She’s out of your system now.

First thing tomorrow, this whole episode is going to be behind me. We’ll brush it off and everything will be as it was before. I’m sure Georgia will have forgotten as soon as the sun comes up, if she hasn’t already. It was the wine. Not me.

I cast my eyes down to my body, coated in my release because of my pent-up frustration and the way this tiny little Precious fucking Princess got me all wound up.

And I’m not even sure my own thoughts make sense anymore.

Maybe the light of day will tell me everything I need to know.

Then again, maybe not.