Chapter 25, Georgia-Blue & Hudson (Stoney Creek #5)

Chapter 25

Hudson

I can’t help myself when I get home after poker; I have to shoot her a message and see how she is. She’s been pretty quiet since we got back and I haven’t seen her on the discord chat either. That’s not like her. I lean on the island bench, unable to relax.

Hey GB, you good?

I wait a minute. Then two. It’s the longest few minutes of my life. But then my text shows she’s read it, and the gray bubble appears as she replies.

Hey Huds. I’m fine. How are you?

Good. I’ve just been playing poker with your brothers and cuz

I’ve been at Eden’s making pizzas with the girls

Yep, figured.

Yeah Brook brought a couple over. He’s trying to turn us all vegetarian.

Fuck, this small talk thing is way harder than I thought. It feels off now and kinda awkward.

What I’m not saying is that I miss her. I can’t stop thinking about her. And I’m going to go crazy if I don’t see her in the next twenty-four hours.

I can’t believe it’s been nearly a week since the wedding, crazy right?

I bite my lip and groan when I think about last Saturday night. I’m still coming to terms with the fact she left Tennessee with her V-card and came back without it, no thanks to me.

Time flies. It’s nuts

I’m such a lame ass and I’m well aware of it. I want to ask her what she’s doing this weekend but I know if we catch up and we’re alone, one thing is gonna lead to another, again. She also hasn’t texted me, and I wonder why.

Has she put it behind her? Or is she feeling the same thing as I am and not saying it?

And are we going to spend the rest of our lives never saying how we feel?

Sure is. Did you win at poker?

I stare at the counter, then look back at her message.

Nope. Not with Beau the super-nerd who I’m pretty sure can count cards

I imagine her smiling, laughing, and my dick kicks in my jeans.

I can’t rat on my twin brother, sorry

I guess not

What the fuck do I say now? See you later? What are you doing? Are you gonna be home soon? Why is my heart thudding in my chest when I think about you?

I clear my throat.

I’m turning in, Blue. Hope you had a good night

I did, hope you did too. Goodnight

Night

I put my phone down and run my hands over my face.

No amount of small talk or pretending everything is all cool and normal is going to take away from the fact something happened to me in Florida.

I know I’ve fallen for Miss Precious Princess and now I’m lying my socks off not just to myself but everyone around me. What I really want to do is come clean and let the guilt go. I fucking want her. And I don’t know if I can do this anymore.

I jump on the dirt bike the next morning and take it for a spin to clear my head. I speed my way down the property past the oak trees until the wind is flying by my face and I feel like I have no cares in the world.

I don’t ride the bike much, and it’s nowhere near as good as a horse but it’s all I have for a rush right now.

On my way back, I stop by the gap in the trees, facing The Hundred Acre Woods; where the cotton meets the forest. I think back to the day Georgia and Autumn came over to do the photo shoot. We may be harvesting right now, but the far end of the farm won’t be harvested until way after Callan and Celeste’s wedding, so it’s still going to make a nice backdrop for their photos.

Was it back when she came over that day? Did I already know I was in love with her?

Wait.

I’m in love with her?

I park the bike and sit on a nearby log and think back to when it possibly could have happened. Longer ago than I’ve cared to admit.

I’ve always been fond of her, but this last year, something changed between us. I know she flirts with me, even when she’s teasing, and I’ve only just allowed myself to acknowledge it. I never acted on it, obviously. She was the Bassett Brothers' little sister.

I think my mama always knew. I know how much she loved Georgia-Blue and always had a soft spot for her. I smile thinking about it, and for once, thinking about my mom doesn’t cause me the crushing pain in my chest that I usually feel.

I’ve always felt guilty for the time I spent away and not being around to help my dad on the farm. My parents never made me feel that way, they were happy if I was happy. But it still makes me feel a little selfish, even if I was just living my life.

“I miss you so much, Mom,” I say out loud as I look up to the sky, and just as I do, the clouds seem to part right above me letting the sun beam through like a beacon, warming me to my core.

I start to think about the conversation I had with Georgia when she woke me from my nightmare. She told me Mom wouldn’t want me to be sad and how proud she would be of me. Do I really think Mom would be proud?

I try every day to prove to myself that I’m a man worth my time on earth by not taking the small stuff for granted. I may still be a broody fucker, or a Grumpy Pants like Georgia says, but I believe my heart is in the right place. To have this freedom now on the farm is everything to me, and though I’d like to do other things in my spare time — like set up the stables and adopt some rescue horses — I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.

I also can’t stop thinking about Brook’s words about Bucko. It’s weird how we were just talking about him in Florida. I really had no idea he was still around. Now that his fate is sealed, I somehow feel obligated.

If Bucko is in Nashville, then I’m sure it won’t be too much of a stretch to get him here. Man, is that what I really wanna do? It’s not like me and Bucko see eye to eye. I’d have to talk to Dad, too. And he’s probably going to think I’ve gone crazy, and maybe I have.

Maybe the Georgia-Blue haze is finding its way into every area of my life; dusting off all the corners and ironing out the creases.

I glance up to the sky again before I head back to the house and take in the clouds as they move like soft, fluffy cotton balls in the sky. “Thanks, Mom,” I whisper. I don’t feel stupid saying it out loud because talking to her brings me peace.

Maybe, just maybe she is still out there somewhere and really is proud of me. That thought in itself makes my heart a little lighter and I smile up toward the sunlight, enjoying the warmth on my face before I go home.

The next afternoon I drive over to meet Brook at the main hay shed halfway between Brook’s place and Georgia’s. Easton just dropped off some more hay for the horses and Brook’s spending the afternoon hauling.

I said I’d drop by and give him a hand moving another load to his place.

His truck is parked out front when I pull up and I immediately hear his voice when I enter the barn,

“Yeah, honey. I’ll meet you in town in half an hour, unless you wanna stop home for a quickie while Blake’s at Sophie’s?”

I clear my throat as I walk in on a conversation I’m definitely not supposed to hear. He turns, not caring one bit as a big smile splits his face. “Sounds good, wear the red one with the snaps, baby.” He hangs up and slides his phone in his back pocket. “Sorry about that.” He coughs into his hand.

“Sounds like you have the rest of your afternoon lined up.”

“I’m trying to convince my wife we need to start making another baby.”

I laugh. “Didn’t know you were tryin’.”

He pops a shoulder. “Practice makes perfect.”

I laugh. “Back up, you said convincing?”

“Well, it’ll be hard on Blake, not that she wouldn’t love havin’ a baby brother or sister. She adores Trinity. But we haven’t even been back together a year yet. I guess I’m a little more eager than most.”

“Did I hear a whisper you were thinking about renewing your vows?”

Brook laughs a little sheepish. “Yup. We’re talkin’ about it, maybe after Callan and Celeste’s and Gray and Hart’s weddings.” He looks around and quickly adds in a hushed voice, “We did it right over there on our wedding night way back when, though. I had to get between all that tulle first. I don’t know who makes that shit but they’ve got a lot to answer for.”

I laugh, swiping a hand over my face and it’s then I hear an angel’s voice. My fucking angel.

“Brook? Are you in here? Where do you want this?—”

Georgia comes bursting into the barn wearing gardening gloves and her fucking denim overall’s. My eyes nearly spring out of my head because I was not expecting to see her, and Brook never mentioned she was here. My overall fantasy is clearly alive and well, if my dick has anything to do with it.

“Oh, hey, Huds,” she says, blinking in rapid succession and then her eyes avert to the dusty ground of the hay barn.

I swallow and palm the back of my neck. “Hey, GB.”

We both stand in awkward silence as Brook looks at us both. “You two okay? You both look like someone just told you there was no Santa this year.”

Georgia smiles at him but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Yeah, uh, fine,” I mutter.

“I was just grabbing the straps for the hay.” A little glow of pink brushes her cheeks. She’s flushing from just seeing me? This is a good sign.

Brook looks at her and then back to me. “Okaaaay. Do you think you two can finish up here?” he asks with a cheeky smirk. “My wife is taking a detour home before we pick up Blake, tryin’ to make a baby can’t wait.”

“Oh, Brook! That’s fantastic!” Georgia claps her hands, then immediately wrinkles her nose. “But ew, TMI.”

He grins. “Yep, duty calls.”

I grunt a laugh. “You do what you need to.” I thump him on the back. “We can take it from here.”

“Alright, well, I better get goin’.” We watch him literally run to his truck to get to his wife.

I guess you can’t blame a guy.

He has a load of hay in the back of his truck and it doesn’t sound like he’ll be coming back for more right away.

I swallow hard as I look at this beautiful woman before me, knowing my heart wouldn’t beat any faster if I were being chased by wild bulls. “Hey,” I say, palming my neck again.

Shit. We already said our hellos.

This is more awkward than I thought. My eyes dip to her chest; she looks so cute in her overalls and a white t-shirt with little cherries all over it.

I smirk. Oh baby, I popped that cherry good and proper.

“How are you?” My eyes flick up to meet hers and she’s already watching me. If my eyes don’t deceive me, it appears her chest is rising and falling in rapid succession as she removes her gardening gloves and puts the straps down on the hay bale.

“I’m good.” My erection digging into my zipper is telling me I’m more than that, but I need to try and focus. Instead of focusing however, I instinctively step toward her when I should be backing away.

Far, far away. But I fucking can’t. She’s my draw card, a magnet. She’s the breath to my lungs right now. “I should start haulin’.” I thumb behind me, my voice sounding more hoarse than I mean it to.

“Okay,” she breathes.

I turn to step toward the hay behind me and she turns to leave, too, but I immediately pause because walking in the other direction feels so fucking foreign right now. I turn back around the same time she does. Before I know it, she’s running toward me and jumps into my arms. I lift her off her feet as we wrap our arms around each other. Her legs squeeze around my waist, my hard cock digging into her and she squeals.

“Huds!” It’s a desperate plea as I feel as our lips press together. I walk backward to the stack of bales hidden from view. Not the area Brook was pointing to, because I doubt Georgia would appreciate the idea of making out where he fucked Eden on their wedding night.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan into her mouth as our hot kisses sear through the lust and haze. The last few days we’ve been desperately trying to stay away from each other have been torture. Now I know she feels it too. I realize in the first second of touching her that all those efforts have been fruitless. I’m an idiot for thinking this would just go away.

We were never going to be able to control ourselves in the long run. Let’s face it. I’ve been fucking miserable since I got back.

“I’ve missed you, Huds. Oh God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, Blue Belle, ” I pant as I perch on a bale and she slides on top of me straddling my hips, rubbing up against my length. I can’t fuck her here in broad daylight for anyone to just walk in on us, I know that, but I want to just enjoy her for a few moments. “It’s been so fucking hard, baby.”

“It has. And you feel so hard.” She grinds against me but I still her with my hands on her hips.

“Not here.” My lips are back on her again as I press my mouth against her neck. Her scent. Her warmth. It makes my heart twist and explode into a million pieces.

“Where?” She’s as desperate as I am. I need to get her out of here. Now.

“Anywhere but this barn.”

“Please, Huds. I need you now.”

My hands find her breasts and I give them a squeeze, my fingers hooking under the denim chest plate to rub her hard nipples as she grinds against me. “You wearing this cherry tee to tease me?”

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I didn’t know you were coming. Brook never said.”

I pull her hard peaks and she groans, flipping her head back. “I need to come right now, Huds. I can’t wait another second.”

I lick my lips. Surely I can get her off quickly and then we can get outta here in my truck. I don’t fucking care where we go, but I need to be inside her. “Bossy little thing.” I chuckle as my hand slips down the slit in the side of her overalls. “I’ll make you come, but we gotta be quick and you gotta stay quiet, little brat. ”

She grins devilishly. “I’ve even missed that.”

I snort.

She’s reaching for the buckles on her chest but I stop her. “I need to get them out,” she complains.

“I’ve had a fantasy since I saw you in these the first time. Pull your shirt up under your arms.” I watch as she does as I say and my eyes nearly water when I see she’s wearing a thin tube top under there. I pull it down and grab the chest plate, scrunching it up in the center as her tits hang out the sides. I moan when I look down.

“That’s your fantasy?” She giggles.

I’m so hard I can barely talk. “One of many where you’re concerned.” I groan as my fingers reach down inside her overalls to her soaked panty line and I pull the material back.

Georgia takes over holding the denim in the center while I tug on one of her nipples with my spare hand. She lifts her ass so I can push two fingers into her. Her face is a picture of a silent scream when she sinks down on them and I have to momentarily put my hand across her mouth to quieten her in case she blows. “Huds, that’s so good, oh—Oh.”

She rides my fingers, lifting her hips up and down as I curl them inside her, my thumb pressing against her clit. Her tits jiggle as she moves. I pull her nipple as I dip my head down and take one in my mouth sucking and licking.

“Hudson, oh God, ohhh— ohhhh !” She explodes within seconds. Her walls squeezing my fingers as I flick her nipple back and forth while she rides it out all over my hand. Her juices drip onto my fingers and I can’t wait to put them in my mouth.

“I fucking love you like this,” I breathe. The words are out before I can even stop them. Shit.

She stills and holds my head in her hands. I glance down, my fingers still inside her and her tits still out.

She presses her lips to mine and pulls back. “You love me?” she breathes. Her cheeks all perky and flushed from our tussle. “Or this?”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” I grunt. “Both, if I’m bein’ honest.”

“Well, I did hear it. And if it makes any difference, I love you too, Hudson, and this .” Her wicked smile has my insides in tatters.

We just went way past complicated.

And just like that, I feel home. Just like I always do with her, I’ve only just come to realize it. She melts the shards around my stone, cold heart.

Those four words.

I love you, too.

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