Georgia-Blue & Hudson (Stoney Creek #5)

Chapter 17

17

Georgia

Another round of drinks or two later, several more spins around the room, including a slow dance where Hudson wraps his arms around me and I’m buzzing like a honeybee. Feeling him up close like this doesn’t just stir the hornet's nest, it sets it on fire.

I don’t want him to go. I don’t want him to say goodnight, but here we are on the landing of the hotel, looking down over the marble foyer, watching the guests leave.

“You know I’m impressed with those hips,” I tease. “I’m surprised you know how to move them these days.”

“Funny. You know how many fires I almost had to put out.”

“Little ol’ me?” I flutter my eyelashes.

He rolls his eyes. “Little ol’ you is quite the hurricane, Princess. I think some of those moves are considered X-rated.”

“It’s all in the interpretation.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, on my Only Fans account…”

“What?”

“My Only Fans. Don’t worry, it’s a foot fetish site.”

His eyes bug out. “You do not have an Only Fans.”

“For feet, yeah I do. Did you know people pay good money for images of people’s feet stuck in apple pies, and covered in whipped cream?”

He stares at me, then he doubles over and laughs. I watch him, laughing at his amusement, and then it’s all on.

“It’s true!” I slap him on the chest. “I’m not even kiddin’, people do it!”

“Even you?”

“Okay, not me. I was just tryin’ to see you smile again.”

He sobers slightly. “Why, GB?”

I shrug. “I like it better when you smile.”

He swallows hard. “I should walk you to your room.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re right next door to me.”

“Move it. If I leave you out here, the wolves will descend.”

I smile, loving how protective he’s being. We’ve both had far too much to drink, but we’re not drunk drunk. I’d say we’re merry. And I’m also horny after dancing with him all night. He’s so freaking hot. His body is nothing short of amazing. His broad shoulders in that white shirt, and now that he’s removed the jacket, he looks a little less stiff and more like the Grumpy Pants I know. Except tonight he wasn’t grumpy at all. He’s been a different kind of man to the one I know.

I’ve never, in my entire life, seen Hudson Nash have a good time.

We danced. Laughed. Drank. Told stories. Laughed and danced again. It was like there was only the two of us in the world, and nobody else.

Maybe I’m romanticizing it, but maybe, just maybe, I’m also seeing it for what it is; that Hudson and I fit. I’ve always known it.

When I did my cards before I left, I turned over the lovers card. I joked with Autumn when I did her tarot cards before she got with my brother, and this card kept popping up.

I didn’t want to read too much into it, but they say the cards don’t lie, and when Hudson had his hands on my body, everything stopped. All that mattered was him. How he touched me. How he looked at me. How he was there, a big, solid man willing to step in and defend me. Sure, I can stand up for myself. With four older brothers, I’ve learned to speak up. But tonight was different. Tonight, we shared something special.

“I had a great time tonight,” I tell him. “And I wasn’t kiddin’ about the Raging Moose.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep yappin’, sweet cheeks. See how far it gets ya.”

Oh, it’s gonna happen. And I can’t wait to see the day when I do knock Hudson off that perch. It’ll be worth it just to see his face. Then I remember that comment earlier, about putting me over his lap for being a brat. A brat . Holy hell.

I never thought I’d ever enjoy being called a brat until he said it.

I want to play with fire. I want Hudson to be the one.

“So, about that brat comment.” I bite my lip.

“ Georgia .”

“ Hudson.” I mimic his deep voice. We stop at my door.

“It’s pumpkin time.”

I decide to stir things up with a fake yawn. “Well, it’s been fun, but I have to go back to my room and pleasure myself.”

His eyes meet mine and somehow they seem darker. “ Princess.”

I run a finger down my clavicle, past my breasts. His eyes follow. “Goodnight, then.” I reach into my dress and pull out my fob, hidden under my breasts.

He watches, his eyes ablaze. “You kept that in there all night?”

I jiggle my breasts. “The girls gotta be good for somethin’.”

His eyes meet mine and I know he’s fighting an internal struggle. “ Georgia .” He sounds pained.

I loop an arm around his neck, my mouth close to his ear. “I want it to be you, Hudson.”

His body stiffens, and when I pull back to look at his face, my core throbs. We’ve been back and forth all night, and the sexual tension between us is palpable. This is more than just us being tipsy and not knowing what we’re doing. We know exactly what we’re doing. “Stop temptin’ me.”

“No.”

He folds his arms across his chest and doesn’t take his glare off me. “I fucking made a promise to look after you. I can’t do that like this.”

“Like what?” I throw my hands up in the air.

“You know like what, don’t play coy with me. Nothing about you is innocent, Blue Belle. ”

“What about my V-card?”

He sighs and runs a hand over his head.

“What?” I prompt. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Cat got nothin’”

“Maybe it’s a different pussy you’d like to be taming with that tongue.”

His lips part at my words, his eyes growing even darker. He wants me just as much as I want him, he just won’t give in because of my brother and some stupid promise. “Watch your mouth,” he warns.

“Oh, I’ll be watching it when I get back to my room. You can listen if you like.” I turn on my heel but then I feel Hudson’s hand on my arm. He spins me back to face him.

“You wanna dance, pretty girl? Or do you wanna dance ?”

My lips part. I run my hands up his chest, reveling in how hard his body is, loving every second that I get to touch him.

“I wanna dance .” I reach up onto my tippy toes as he bends. Our lips meet and a strangled sound leaves my throat. He pushes me up against the door and I’m so lost in his kiss that I couldn’t care less if anyone sees us. I want this. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in all my life.

I feel his dick press into my stomach and I unashamedly grab his ass with one hand. He hisses, pushing against me as his tongue meets mine. I expect him to pull away, to tell me ‘we shouldn’t’ for the six hundredth time, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he takes the fob out of my hand and attempts to scan it on the door. Of course, he’s not looking and after several failed attempts, he curses. I laugh as he pulls away, presses the card against the plate, and finally the door clicks. He walks me backward after shoving the door open behind me. The look on his face only sends my butterflies dancing further.

There’s no more whining about him being my brother’s best friend.

No more we’re gonna cross a line and we can’t go back.

And definitely no more southern gentleman. When he cups my face and pushes me against the wall as the door closes, I swear to God I’m going to come just from that move alone.

“Tell me you know how beautiful you are,” he whispers.

I swallow hard, our lips a breath apart. If it’s what he wants to hear, I’ll chant Kumbaya in Latin. “I’m beautiful.”

“You’re too good for me.” His hand snakes down one side of my body, skating over my breast. I’m breathing so heavy I might have a damn heart attack.

“No.”

“Yes. But bein’ the selfish son-of-a-bitch that I am, I’m gonna do it anyway. I want you.”

It’s music to my ears. “I want you, too. I have for a while now.”

His eyes lift to meet mine. “Since when?”

I tap my nose. “Mind your business.”

His lip pulls up slightly. “Tell me no, and I will leave. Last chance.”

I pull my arms around his neck tighter. “Why would I do that?”

“Because once I have a taste of you, Blue Belle, there’s no goin’ back.”

We stare at each other for one long moment. It doesn’t even cross my mind to back down. I want this. I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

I reach for his belt buckle. “So taste me, Hudson Nash. Show me what I’ve been missing out on all these years.”

He groans when my fingers brush his cock through his pants and my mouth waters at the thought of seeing him naked. He shakes his head. “No, you don’t. You don’t get to take charge, not yet anyway.”

“Already gettin’ bossy, GP . I think I like you better on the dance floor.”

He grins against my mouth. “This bedroom is our dance floor now, shortie.”

I groan when his lips find mine and since I can’t get his damned belt buckle undone, I palm his cock instead. He jolts in my hand and my eyes snap open.

“Did you just…”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Better slow this down. Wasn’t lyin’ when I said it’s been a while. Sit on the bed, spread your knees.”

My cheeks flush at his command.

Oh. My. Southern. Heart.

I gulp. “Bossy.” I turn and he smacks my ass. I yelp, secretly hoping that he will drag me over his lap after all. Maybe if I act bratty, he might just do that.

I pull my dress up to my thighs, ensuring it won’t rip, and I sit on the end of the bed facing him.

He undoes the cuff links to his shirt, his eyes on me. He’s dark. Predatory. And it’s so goddamn freaking hot. He rolls the cufflinks on the side table, then rolls up his sleeves.

“Shirt off, please.”.

His lips twitch. “You bein’ a brat already?”

“What if I am?”

“You really don’t wanna find out.”

I lick my lips. “Drag me across your lap, wasn’t it?”

“ Georgia .”

I flutter my eyelashes. “I’ve been a bad girl, Huds. I played with myself the night after we kissed in the truck.”

He stops short, and when he says, “So did I,” I just about fall off the bed.

My eyes bulge. “You jerked off over me?”

He starts to unbutton his shirt, agonizingly slow, my eyes dancing all over his fine body. He’s in absolutely no hurry to get this over with. Yet here I am, salivating like a horny energizer bunny. “What if I did?”

I sit up a little taller. “So you did enjoy it?”

He laughs without humor. “Why would you think I didn’t enjoy it?”

I roll my eyes. I don’t want to sour the mood bringing Gray back up again, not when we’re just about to get naked. “You left.”

His shirt is open and he undoes his buckle to his pants and the top button, leaving it loose. He shrugs his shirt off and it lands on the floor.

I stare at his body in awe. This man is perfect.

“I left to try and save my soul.”

“Did it work?”

He smirks. “I’m here, ain’t I?”

He drops to his knees and I gasp when he reaches for my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs even wider. He pushes up my dress and I watch in complete fascination. He moves his mouth to my ankle, taking his time as he pulls my stiletto off, dropping it to the floor. Then he does the same to the other foot.

When he glances down, he stops and I swear the world stops with us for a second.

“Georgia-Blue?”

I try not to sound smug. “Yes, Hudson Nash?”

“Where’s your underwear?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, I didn’t wear any.”

His eyes find mine again. “You. Didn’t. Wear. Any?”

I smile, trying not to feel embarrassed that I’m spread out before him. “Yup.”

His nostrils flair. “Why not?”

“It messed with my dress. No girl likes a VPL or straps showing.”

“So you mean to tell me you’ve been rubbing up against me all night, dancin’ around the ballroom, and you don’t have any goddamn panties on?”

I smile triumphantly. “Pretty bratty, right?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he pushes my knees apart and then looks back down. One hand strokes up my inner thigh and then I feel his hand there. His fingers brush my pussy and I groan, resting my hands back behind me. I want him to touch me. I want his mouth on me. I want everything.

What he does next will imbed itself into my memory forever. He spreads me with his fingers and lowers his head, and then I feel his tongue. Lord, have mercy.

I squeeze my eyes shut as Hudson’s head moves and his tongue swirls over my clit.

I cry out, unable to help it. And then he starts to eat me out like he’s starving. Like I’m his last meal and he’s going to enjoy it. He rolls his tongue over and over, flicking my most sensitive bud and when I try to squeeze my legs closed, he pushes them back open.

“Let me hear you,” he mumbles against my flesh.

The orgasm rips through me and I feel like I might stop breathing. It's so intense I see stars, and then I’m screaming his name for the entire hotel to hear.

He is the sexiest man I’ve ever come across, and to think he’s been there the entire time and we spent all these years fighting. Well, we’re gonna make up for it now. That, I can be sure of.