Georgia-Blue & Hudson (Stoney Creek #5)

Chapter 20

20

Hudson

I’ve never kissed a woman so much in my life.

It’s three in the morning, and we only just turned in.

Of course, the idea of washing Georgia-Blue’s beautiful body in the shower only led to more touching, which led to more kissing, which led to me taking her again against the shower wall and we had to start all over again. She isn’t just sweet as the Stoney Creek sunshine; she’s goddamn perfect.

I took her virginity, and now she lies here in my arms, sleeping soundly and everything I’ve done comes crashing all around me.

I took Georgia-Blue Bassett .

It was reckless, we both knew that, but I’m older than her, I should know better.

Guilt washes over me, but not at what we did: at me telling Grayson I’d look out for her and steer any losers away. Which of course I did do, but I can’t exactly tell him that I climbed into her bed and we rode the pony all night.

Jesus Christ, her tight, sweet pussy and her perfect tits will be the death of me. I had my mouth on her pussy again in the shower because I’m addicted to her. We fell into bed and kept going at it. Her hot little hands on my body as she rode me like I was the fucking Moose. And oh Lord, have mercy if I don’t live for her screams.

I know exactly how she likes it, and how much pressure to use on her clit. She loves her tits being played with and her pussy being teased. I know I should’ve stopped after the shower, but we couldn't help ourselves.

I know she’s gonna be sore after fucking three times, but a part of me still wants to slide in right now while she’s asleep, remind her who she belongs to.

Who she belongs to?

She doesn’t belong to me. She never can belong to me, not if I want to keep my head on my shoulders by Georgia’s brothers. Not to mention the fact I’m practically family. Shit.

I fucked up.

I seriously fucked up. Too much booze. Too much dancing. And way too much Georgia-Blue.

I shouldn’t even be here now, wrapped around her in bed, but to be honest, it’s nice. And I didn’t want to be an asshole and leave her here after what we did. No matter the bravado she puts on, I know she’d feel rejected if I left her alone after tonight, and I’m still a gentleman. I don’t use women. But this is something I’ve never had to do before. I’ve never really had to care.

Aside from my ex, the women I’ve slept with all knew what we were there for. It was casual. Fun. Nothing serious. But Georgia has the power to render me to my knees and keep me there. She’s unafraid to voice how she feels, and she’s fearless like nobody I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve ever told her that in fear she’d laugh in my face. But I’m proud of her and what she’s achieved at the distillery. It can’t have been easy growing up with four brothers, and an ass like me to add to the mix.

I push the guilt down.

It’s better that it was me. This way, without blowing my own horn, I know that I gave her what she wanted. What we both wanted. In truth, I’ve never fucked three times in one night, and that wasn’t including the blowjob. That’s a first for me, but around Georgia, it’s like my dick has a mind of its own.

Still, I’ve never slept well, especially when I’m not in my own bed, but tonight I feel a strange feeling in my chest. My heart hammers like I’m on the rodeo circuit. My hands tremble a little, and not from anxiety, but from the idea that somehow I’ve fucked this up.

Even if I did want to pursue something with Georgia, how would the family feel?

A large part of me knows that they’d see it as a betrayal, especially Gray. He’d have my nuts in a vice if he knew what we’d been up to tonight. Yet, the feeling of loss grows stronger when I think about not having her. Or that somehow we’d grow apart because of this. I run a hand over my face. I need to get my shit together, the only problem is, now that I’ve had a taste of Georgia-Blue Bassett, I’m not sure I want to give her back.

??

My head pounds when I wake. I yawn loudly, stilling for a moment. Then I bolt upright in bed when I hear Georgia’s voice. She’s on the phone.

I put two and two together and quickly realize it’s Grayson.

Fuck.

“No, it was fine. Everyone was having a really great time… Yeah, he looked out for me… Of course I didn’t have too much to drink, and anyway, Gray, I’m not a child anymore… I didn’t text because I was out being young and enjoying myself, and anyway, I texted my friends, not my older, annoying, ridiculous brother who belongs in a straight jacket.” She turns to me and gives me an eye roll.

I run a hand over my face.

Great. Grayson’s on the phone and he has no idea I’m right next to his little sister in bed.

I wait for the guilt to hit me once more, but I must be more hungover than I thought because it doesn’t come, at least, not right away. I thought it would railroad me on the onset of waking, but maybe my subconscious is waiting for later when I’ve had time to digest it all.

I close my eyes.

She rolls her lips as I watch her lie to her big brother. “... Uh, I’m not sure what Hudson’s doing, we’ll probably meet for breakfast soon, and then I’m going to go to the pool… Yes I have my personal alarm, for Christ sakes Gray, put Hartley on if you’re going to whine in my ear, it’s too early for this.” I don’t know what he says next, but she holds the phone away from her ear.

Gray has always been super protective of not just Georgia and their mom, but all the siblings and cousins, and even me. He was the biggest support to me when I came back to Stoney Creek. I don’t know what I would’ve done without him when my mom died. He was a pillar of support, even when he wasn’t residing back home himself, and was still working out of Nashville. I owe him so much and that’s the part that kills me the most about all of this. Still, I knew what I was doing last night. When Georgia put her hot little hands on me when we were dancing, that was it.

I should sneak out of bed, though sneaking isn’t exactly the operative word since she’s wide awake. I lift the sheet and see I’m naked, so I’m not gonna be leaving this bed anytime soon to give Georgia an eyeful. It’s then I realize she’s wearing my shirt. Holy mother of God.

Her long, raven hair is mussed from our fucking, her lips slightly swollen from our kisses and my scruff combined, and her pale skin is slightly flushed. She looks like she’s just been fucked, and my dick can’t get enough of it. She’ll be the death of me.

“...Wednesday, I’m having a few days R circles her finger around her lips and sucks. I stare at her in awe. We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t…

I yank her by the hips until our foreheads touch. “How sore did you say you were again?”