Chapter 11, Georgia-Blue & Hudson (Stoney Creek #5)

Chapter 11

Hudson

I didn’t come to the bar tonight to watch Georgia-Blue wave her ass around on the dance floor in those tight pants, or for her to purposefully touch herself while palming it off as dancing. But she confounds me at every fucking turn. I also realize Gray is around here somewhere and the last thing I want him seeing is me ogling his sister.

I wasn’t lying when he asked me to keep tabs on her the second he heard we were both going to the same wedding. This can hardly be classed as me putting that into practice.

When she’s finished her teasing routine, one I can feel somewhere I shouldn’t, she comes gliding over to me and Owen looking flushed and warm from her exertions.

“Nice moves, Blue Belle ,” I say, as she leans over to get the bartender's attention and she stops in her tracks.

“Glad you liked it.”

I tug her by the elbow. “How about you save those moves for Florida when the whole of Stoney Creek isn’t watching.”

“I don’t care if they are,” she fires back like the true little spitfire she is. “The whole of Stoney Creek can be watching, just not you .”

I don’t release the grip I have on her elbow and she doesn’t attempt to move out of my grasp. “Really? Your ass shaking toward me seemed to say something else.”

“It wasn’t toward you, trust me,” she says. “Maybe it was to Owen, how do you know?”

I shake my head. This woman is unbelievable. “Whatever you say, Princess. ”

“Thanks, GP .” She orders a round of drinks for her and the rest of the girls she’s with and I’m about to retort something back to her when Gray comes up behind me and pats me on the shoulder, making me fucking jump.

“She giving you trouble?” he asks with amusement in his tone. Clearly unaware of the effect his sister is having on me.

“No more than usual,” I retort as I quickly release her elbow and try my hand at acting normal, despite the fact I’m feeling hyped and ignited from watching Georgia on the dancefloor.

“Georgia, can you give Huds a break for five seconds?” Gray slings an arm around her shoulders and gives her a gentle shake.

“What have I done now?” She turns around to face us both while the drinks are being made.

“Who knows, but there’s always something. Huds is going to look out for you in Florida, just so you know.”

“Oh, really?” Georgia narrows her eyes toward me. “And how, pray tell, is he going to do that?”

I cough into my palm. Oh fuck, this woman knows no bounds.

“You can start by not giving the man so much grief. Every time I see you both, you’re annoying the shit out of each other.”

“I shouldn’t react to her,” I say to Gray with a snide smile her way. “But you know how good she is at riling up a person.”

Georgia humphs with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes still narrowed. “Riling? Seriously?”

I pop a shoulder. “What’s good for the goose, Princess .”

Gray chuckles. “Good luck to you, man.” He slaps me on the shoulder again, and I’m not so sure I deserve to even be considered to be the guy to watch out for her. I mean, no other dude is going to get his mitts on her on my watch. That much is for sure.

“Maybe I should be the one watching out for Hudson, ever think of that?” GB raises her eyebrows and that look of defiance on her face is so damned cute; seeing the pout of her lips, it makes me laugh. Gray looks at me strangely for a second — probably because he’s not used to such a thing as me laughing — and looks back to his sister.

“Behave yourself in Florida.” He waves a finger at her.

“I’m sure you behave too when you go out of town… Wait, isn’t that how you met Hartley and had a dirty weekend last year?”

“Watch your mouth.”

Georgia laughs into her hands and I bite my lip. “I have to put my fingers in my ears when Hartley talks about that first time you met.”

Gray shakes his head and actually grips my shoulder this time. “She’s all yours, Huds.”

“Hey!” Georgia pouts. “I’m not anyone’s!”

Gray waves off that notion as he finds his girl coming back from the ladies and wraps both arms around her and kisses her for all to see. I turn back to Georgia.

“Hear that, you’re mine in Florida,” I grunt. Owen is still next to me but Beau and Autumn have captured his attention so at least they can’t hear me.

“I don’t know if you’re hard of hearing, but that’s not what he said.”

“His words were, she’s all yours . Do you think that’s a blessing, GB? Or a curse?”

She rolls her eyes at me but there’s less meaning behind them, not like they usually are when she’s firing insults at me, anyway. My eyes taper down to the tight top she’s wearing and it does nothing for my already raging libido. For fuck’s sake. I don’t need a fucking hard on while I’m standing mere feet away from her goddamned brothers.

“The only thing that’s cursed around here, Hudson Nash, is you.”

I try to pretend her using my full name doesn’t do things to me. Just as she’s going to pay the bartender, I snag her wrist again and she gasps. I throw over some cash toward the guy instead. “Don’t be so sure about that, Precious Princess. ”

She tugs her wrist free and gives me a withering look. “You know the bucking moose is about to start, what do you say I knock you off your perch once and for all?”

I laugh without humor, placing a hand over my heart. “You wish.”

Her eyes narrow once more. “No wishing about it.”

“Do your worst.”

She goes to take a step towards the penned in section next to the dancefloor where the moose is well and truly about to get fired up for tonight’s competition. But I snag her by the waist this time and pull her toward me so her back hits my chest.

She gasps and her breathing is suddenly more than a little ragged in the dark. The flashing lights have stopped and the bar lights are dimmed low. “Not so fast,” I murmur into her neck.

“Huds—”

“You want every other guy in the place checking you out in those tight pants and this top.”

I don’t want to come across as a possessive asshole because up until this point, I didn’t think I was one. But I’m not going to stand here and watch her get tossed to and fro on the wild moose for all to see.

“Got a problem with that?” she shoots back.

“Just practicing for Florida, it’s what you said you wanted.”

She laughs in that haughty little way she does. “You know from that night in the truck there’s more exciting things we could be practicing, Hudson.”

“Don’t test me.”

The stage lights up over the bucking moose. Sure enough, Easton, who’s been on my tail-pipe for a while, is leading the charge to get in there. It’s true, I only ride the thing when I have to. And it’s been a while. No one even gets close.

“I’m going to give you a run for your money one day, you’ll see.” The promise behind her words is evident because they’re a little more forceful than before.

“Maybe I need to show this little princess how it’s done.”

“Do your worst,” she throws my words back at me.

I chuckle and finally let her go. “One day when I need to, I will. This is a moose, after all. You know I’m an eight second rodeo champion, right?”

“Good to know those hips are good for something.”

If she were mine, I’d spank her on the butt for toying with me like this and hopefully it would leave a little pink mark for making me so fucking hard and frustrated and not being able to do a damned thing about it. But she’s not mine, and there will be no spanking and no pink anything.

“I think you enjoy toying with me,” I grunt.

“Only because you’re so easily riled. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back to my friends and contemplate if I should challenge the moose tonight or not.”

“Be my guest, if you really want to.”

But I meant every word. I don’t really want her riding the moose, even though I know she would out of defiance, and she’s done it before. But not tonight.

Tonight, I want her to just keep that pretty little body on safe ground. Hurting herself right before we have to go away wouldn’t be a good thing.

Right before we have to go away. Why does that sound so fucking good?

I’m not one for the red eye, so how’s Friday for you?

I’m lying in bed the next morning, knowing I need to get up but there’s something tenting under the covers that is not going to settle until I let it out.

Good morning to you too

A message quickly flies back.

You keep nagging at me to tell you the flight arrangements. Are you good with that or not?

You’d know if I was nagging you. So Friday?

Yep I mean the wedding is Saturday so if we get there early Friday we can get settled in and have a few days after the wedding. Lucky for you there’s an adjoining room where you can keep close tabs on me

I type my next response without hesitation.

Lucky me

You say that now but you were put in charge of my fully capable almost 26 year old self, remember?

I know she’s toying with me and probably enjoying it. And if I’ll allow myself to even admit it for one second, maybe I am too. Maybe she is igniting a spark inside me I thought I’d lost so long ago. Perhaps I am the kind of guy that needs a challenge after all, and GB is beyond any challenge I’ve ever encountered.

Better to be on the safe side. I’ll send my card details. Book it.

It’s fine, I’ll book it myself and send you the bill for your share

I’m paying the whole thing. Don’t fight me on this. You. Will. Lose.

Ooh. Tough talker

You know it

Text you when I’m done

I sigh. Even that sounds dirty, though I know she’s not thinking the same stupid way I am. I wonder if this sweet, not-so-sweet, precious little princess pleases herself on the regular. And I don’t know about this whole interconnecting room situation.

You do that. Later

I have no choice but to satisfy myself, yet again, with visions of my favorite little minx just so I can get up for the day and not be sporting a hard on for the rest of it.

I’m going between my overalls fantasy and the one from last night with those tight leather-looking pants. I’d have her topless for sure, on her knees with her pants pulled down her thighs. I’d keep her lacy thong intact, but reach the string aside and bend down to lick her pussy from behind. Ass up, tits out. It’s fucking wrong, I know it.

But as I imagine nudging the head of my cock into her sweet little hole, I know I’m too far gone to stop the fantasy. But didn’t she say something about her abstaining her whole life? Surely she didn’t mean… I’ve no fucking clue what she was talking about that night. There’s no way Georgia-Blue Bassett is a virgin. She obviously meant she hasn’t had it for a while and the same goes for me.

All I know is I’m going to have to have my wits about me if I’m to survive the weekend out of town with this little pain in my butt. So if this is what I need to do to keep my hands and my thoughts to myself, then so be it.

I lay flat on my back, seeing stars form behind my eyes as I struggle to keep my eyes open. The pain shooting up my right leg and up my spine has me struggling to breathe.

Jesus fuck. Am I paralyzed?

The dirt swirls around me as Bucko, the bull that just flung me off his back, fucking shows me who’s boss, kicking up the dirt with his hooves. He’s a big, solid fucker. And dangerous. The most dangerous in the competition, and judging by my current incapacitation, he’s living up to his name.

If he fucking stampedes, it’s over. Though I know I must be delusional, the bullfighters will distract him so I can get to safety… though, why can’t I move?

Billy, one of my bullfighters, is running toward me and I’ve no clue what’s going on in the crowd because there’s no sound. Everything just seems to go dark. I can feel the heaviness of my breath in the rapid rise and fall of my chest and there’s a wall of blackness as my eyes flutter, threatening to close. I still can’t fucking move.

“Keep your eyes open!” Billy slaps me on the face, probably scared I have a concussion.

“I can’t move,” I mutter. “Why can’t I fucking move?”

“We’ll get you out of here.” His voice isn’t the usual voice of reason; I feel an edge to it and that’s disturbing to say the least. “Bucko is on the defensive.”

He should probably finish me off. I’d fucking deserve it. It’s not the first time I’ve thought this is a cruel fucking gig at times, though I’ve never, ever used spurs and I never would.

“Hudson!” He slaps me again. “Wake up!”

Everything just feels so heavy. I don’t know how to keep up anymore. Everything is a fucking mess. Me and Everly are definitely through. I guess I’d better be finding some new place to live after this is over. If I get through this I’ll go to my cabin in Slate Mountain and take some R&R. My parents warned me about getting into a sport so dangerous. I’ve had so many broken bones and injuries lately, I’ve lost count.

“Everything’s fading, Bil—” My words don’t even sound like my own and the pain is coming from all sides now. There’s pulsing in the back of my head as my eyes squeeze shut and I see something in the vague darkness behind my eyelids.

A woman.

Dark hair. Blue eyes. Fair skin. A face that isn’t my ex-girlfriend, the woman I’ve lived with for the past two years.

It’s a face I’d know absolutely anywhere, as I’ve known her since forever.

Georgia-Blue Bassett.

She’s smiling and I’m pretty sure I’m smiling back. Well, I am in my head.

“You’re gonna be alright,” she whispers. “You’ll see. GP.”

I splutter, or at least I think I do. I haven’t seen her in ages but she’s still calling me Grumpy Pants? “Don’t call me that, Blue Belle,” I murmur, unaware if I’m even talking out loud or just inside my head. Am I dead? I don’t even know. But if hers is the last face I’m going to see before I die, then that can’t be a bad thing.

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