Georgia-Blue & Hudson (Stoney Creek #5)

Chapter 22

22

Hudson

I’m going to Hell.

There is no way that I can escape it.

Not after this weekend.

I took Georgia to the mall after our swim and we ate ice cream along the promenade. Her hand in mine felt natural, nice, even. Something that I don’t usually like or have yet to enjoy with a woman before.

Georgia isn’t like other women I’ve been with, which I already knew because I know her so well. But when she looked at me in the pool and said we could keep this going when we get home, I almost caved. I want her. This craving that I have inside, it isn’t going away.

After last night, we were supposed to go our separate ways. Not canoodle in the pool all afternoon kissing and touching and acting like lovers. Which is exactly what we are right now. Lovers.

I run a hand over my hair. Holding Georgia’s shopping bags isn’t exactly what I thought I’d be doing on this vacation, but since I barely brought two changes of clothes, she decided to use up the rest of my luggage allowance. That’s a total Georgia move, and I dig it. The girl has attitude and it’s always been the thing I admire about her. She’s had to be tough with a bunch of neanderthals for brothers, and growing up in the distillery where she learned the ropes from the ground up. Still, she isn’t mine, and acting like she is, isn’t gonna help either one of us. Especially when we have to part.

I don’t have any motherfucking clue how I’m going to live without her when we get back. I had it all planned out; how to let her down gently, how to explain why we’ll never work — and trust me, it’s not because of anything she did — it’s my own insecurities coming back to haunt me. My own failed attempts at being a good partner, at being hurt in the past and not being able to deal with those feelings. I was only with my ex for two years, but I put my all in.

I wanted to settle down. I wanted a family. I acted like it wasn't a big deal, and now I understand she wasn’t the love of my life, but I also understand that Georgia could be.

I never felt that spark with Everly like I do with Georgia. She stops me in my tracks. My heart rocking in my chest whenever I see her. I hang onto every word, wondering if she’s feeling the same thing I am but I’m too chicken shit to ask. And she’s right; it is her life, not anyone else’s, but that doesn’t mean her family will agree.

The age gap is a lot. I’m almost forty, and she probably isn’t even thinking about settling down. She’s still young with the whole world at her feet. I’d never want her to feel trapped, like she will never leave Stoney Creek.

Then again, she’s had the opportunity to do just that and she never took it. She loves Stoney Creek, she lives for it, but she also hasn’t been anywhere else.

Would I want to be the asshole to stop her from seeing the world and experiencing more?

Even if the idea of her with another man haunts my every waking moment, being selfish with her feels like second nature. It feels like I should be the one. And I don’t know how to articulate that and not have her run away, or worse, laugh in my face.

There’s no doubt the sex is good. She’s so inexperienced she has stars in her eyes from what we did and how I made her feel; not me exactly, but my body. I can make her feel good with what we do physically, but the things I say — I don’t always have the right words. Hurting her is inevitable and I feel sick about it. She thinks she wants me, but she doesn’t know any better. Or am I reading too much into this?

Did I go right past feelings and now I’m on my own homebound train while Georgia is just enjoying my dick and not caring about the consequences?

Maybe I have it all wrong.

Fucking chicken shit. That’s all I know.

When Georgia comes out of Old Navy with four more bags, I tilt my head. “You think you might wanna leave some shit in there for the other patrons?”

She rolls her eyes. “Hey, we don’t have these kinds of shops in Stoney Creek, let a girl live out her dream.”

I snort. “Okay, does your dream include food? I’m starving.”

Her eyes light up. Like me, Georgia loves her food and we’re both inarticulate cooks. I don’t tell her that I like home renovation shows too. I’ve learned a lot from Chip and Joanna Gaines, and I dig her homewares in Target.

“Yes! There’s a burger place just down here, or Pasta to Go, or something else to do with Tacos.”

She’s cute when she’s hungry and indecisive. “What do you feel like?” I ask.

“You mean, you’re not going to boss me into whatever you want?”

She’s impossible. I lower my voice. “I told you, Princess, the only bossin’ I do is in the bedroom.”

She looks at me sharply, a little flush to her cheeks as I revel in her reaction. Okay, we had more than a moment in the pool, and again, I let it go on too long. But it felt nice having her in my arms. She’s warm and safe. She knows me, and there’s some comfort in that.

I don’t have to be anyone else.

“And I can safely say that I’ve experienced your wrath, GP, and I like it.”

“Glad you like it, though I’ve no idea what a man has to do in order for you to love it.” Why the fuck did I just say that? Flirting with her is becoming my new full-time job, and I’m fully responsible for starting it.

Her eyes shine like beautiful diamonds. She nudges me with her hips. “Maybe you’ll find out tonight.”

Yep, I’ve officially died and gone to heaven. “As long as there’s no more indecent bikinis.”

She snorts. “I did get some lacy panties.”

My throat thickens. “You just had to tell me that in the middle of the mall, didn’t you?”

She giggles. “Well, like we agreed. This weekend is all about being people we’re not. We get to let loose and just enjoy each other.” I don’t know why I sense a tinge of sadness in her voice.

I turn to her. “George, I don’t want you to be someone you’re not?—”

“That came out wrong,” she quickly amends. “I just meant, we can hold hands and flirt and you can touch me like you can’t do at home.”

I’m going to fucking hell.

Instead of agreeing, or telling her that we’re insane and we need to stop immediately, the next words out of my mouth shock me. “I had a great time last night.”

She looks up at me. “Me too. Not just the ‘losing my V-card’ thing.”

“I also meant the other stuff, not just that.”

“So it wasn’t that good for you?”

I tip my head. “Princess, it was fucking amazing.”

She smiles wickedly, a spring in her step. “That’s good to hear. I was almost afraid to ask.”

I shake my head. “You think it’s every day a man gets to lay a pretty little virgin in his bed?”

“It was technically my bed, but who’s counting.”

“I think it was technically the hotel’s bed, but that’s apples and oranges.”

We stop outside the nearest burger bar and peruse the menu on the door. It looks fine. “You good with here?” I look down at her.

She’s biting her lip in that adorable way. “Sure.”

“What’s so funny?”

“You insisting on carrying all my bags.”

“What else am I good for if not carrying shitloads of your crap?”

“I can think of one thing.” She gives me a wink.

I chuckle. “Let’s get a table.”

We eat and talk and just hang out. It’s a little surreal because I’ve never spent this much time with her, and not in a setting like this. Sure, we’ve eaten as a group at the Stone’s Throw Cafe and the bakery a million times, but this is different.

Georgia tells me about her plans for marketing Brooklyn’s new line, and how Japan just placed a huge order and everyone’s so proud of him. We all know the Bassett family works hard, but Brooklyn’s new line of artisan coffee inspired whiskey is bringing in all kinds of new clients from all over the world. I listen as she chats away, and I try not to think about work and what my dad’s doing on the farm, hence the reason I couldn’t be away too long.

When we get back to the hotel, I head to my room after dropping all of Georgia’s bags off. “I guess I’ll just send my suitcase over to your room,” I laugh, setting all her shopping bags down.

“You can send yourself while you’re at it.”

The next few days are filled with the same thing: sex. Waking up with her. Swimming in the pool and taking walks. I’m the most relaxed I’ve ever been.

When it’s our last night, I’m not even sure I want it to end.

We sit on the edge of the pool after a cocktail, listening to the singer at the restaurant adjacent to the pool. Georgia looks up at the sky. “Do you ever miss bull riding?” she asks out of nowhere.

“Not so much these days. I don’t like who I was back then.”

She turns to look at me. “How so?”

“I drank a lot. Ran with the wrong crowd for a time. Like I said before, Bucko probably did me a favor in the end.”

She squeezes my shoulder. “Do you like being back in Stoney Creek, or is it an obligation to be on the farm?”

This is the thing I love about her. She’s always so intelligent, like she wants to know what makes me tick.

“I came home because of the accident, sure, but farming is what I know. So I always had that to come back to, and then with Mom…”

“I miss her so much,” she says softly.

I smile. “I told you that you were the apple of her eye.”

“I’m the apple of everyone’s eye.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Thank you.” She’s quiet, unlike the Georgia-Blue I know. “I’ve had the best time this weekend and the past few days. And I want you to know I’ll never forget it.”

I tilt her chin so she’s looking up at me. “I’ll never forget it, either. What you gave me, it’s not a small thing, and I know I’m not worthy of it. Fuck knows I could never be, but I don’t take it for granted, Georgia. You know that, right?”

I see the tears well in her eyes. “I know.”

“You’re a very special woman.”

“I don’t want it to end.”

It doesn’t have to…

I squeeze my eyes closed for a half a second but recover myself. “I’ll never forget it.”

There. Just smash her heart into a million pieces because you’re too chicken shit. Pain hits my chest and it feels as if someone whacked me with a baseball bat.

I know my feelings for her are far beyond just taking her virginity. And I meant it when I said she deserves better than me. She does.

She presses her lips to mine. “Take me to bed, Cowboy. ”

I kiss her chastely, not wanting to waste a single second.

We walk back to the room hand in hand. By the time we get to the elevator, we can’t keep our hands off one another, barely making it in the door before I have her pinned against it as soon as the door clicks shut.

I hoist her up and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’ve been a very bad girl,” she breathes. “I think you need to punish me.”

“You liked that spankin’ I gave you?”

“I dream about it.”

“Does my little brat want to be fucked against the door?”

I don’t even wait for her to answer. I undo my belt and fly, shoving my jeans to my knees as I move her panties aside. She’s wet, just like she always is for me, and I groan. I swipe through her folds then bring my fingers to her mouth. “Suck, Precious Princess.” I watch as she does just that and it makes my dick grow even longer.

I replace my fingers with my tongue and we kiss long and hard. I find her entrance and I don’t even give her warning before I push all the way inside. Her breath leaves her body with a grunt.

“So big,” she whispers.

“So hot for you,” I mutter into her neck. “This pussy will be the death of me.”

“I don’t even want to sleep tonight. Let’s just stay up and worship each other.”

I grin, pulling out as I slam back in. She’s been teasing me all day in her little outfits and my cock can only take so much. Her pussy wraps around me like a vice, and I’m lost in her.

Everything about this woman is perfect. She doesn’t have to be anyone else, just Georgia-Blue.

I move hard and fast, knowing that’s what she needs, and when she grips my shoulders and yells my name, I don’t let up. She comes all over my cock and I lick my lips just watching her. I pull open her wrap dress by the chord, her tits fall out, barely covered in a lacy bra. “This the set you bought the other day?”

“Yes.”

“For me?”

“Yes, Hudson, for you. Only for you.”

I lift her, still inside, and make it to the bed. I sit down so she settles over me and I cup her tits and suck one nipple into my mouth. I wanna remember this: the touch. The feel. The way she groans when I bite down a little harder. She wriggles in my lap, trying to push up, but I won’t let her. I want her to feel all of this and how much I need her.

I move my mouth to the other nipple, suckling as my eyes meet hers, and when they do, my heart kicks. She’s so beautiful. Her lips are parted, her body shaking as she tries to get off, and her eyes are like the sky on a stormy day.

“I love this, Hudson.” Her groan almost makes me shoot my load.

“I love it, too. I love everything about your body.” I lift her by the hips, then slam her down. “Ride me, Princess. Ride my cock, baby.”

She holds onto my shoulders and does just that. Bouncing up and down, her succulent tits in my face as I fondle them, memorizing everything about her and not wanting to forget. I’ll never forget.

My dick fits so fucking perfect inside her pretty pussy. And it’s mine. She is mine. No matter what she says.

“Oh, Hudson!” she cries out. I grip her, bouncing her harder, hitting her with all I’ve got until she’s tipped over the edge once more. Her glorious cheeks flushed, her breath panting in short, feisty gasps as her pussy clenches me. I follow behind, shouting her name as I come deep inside her. My orgasm is so intense I see stars, my heart racing like a runaway train.

We still and she collapses on my shoulder, our breathing ragged as I hold her to my chest.

“This sucks like a bitch,” she pants.

I kiss her hair. “I know, baby girl . I know.”

It may just be the most amazing and the saddest night of my life all rolled into one.