Page 57 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

My eyes nearly pop out of my head seeing Georgia dressed in a long, slinky silver dress that fits her body like silky liquid, accentuating all her curves that I’ve certainly grown to admire. There seems to be slits all over the place in that dress: one up one side to her thigh and a low V down the front, which somehow she still manages to keep her tits contained. The low backline shows off her creamy skin and her swan-like neck and shoulders. She’s regal and elegant when she’s not dressed in flannel and work boots.

It’s certainly enough to raise my eyebrows, and every other man in the room, as I try to not scan the rest of her body, I know with a hundred percent certainty I’m going to fail.

Lord only knows I had an eyeful last night as she leant over me, trying to wake me up, and then at the beach in that little bikini. I was trying my best to keep straight thoughts in my head when I was laying in the water with a hard-on the size of Brazil. I wasn’t sure that would be a good look for me to announce to the whole beach, especially Georgia herself, being she’s the one that caused it.So I laid there waiting for it to subside.

She’s curled her hair for the occasion today and wears it in loose waves with one side pinned up with a clip. Her makeupis a little more than she usually wears, and the smoky eye was another eyebrow raiser. Shining blue eyes like sapphire. Red lips the color of strawberries. She looks fucking stunning, no doubt about it.

I try my best to be the guy I’m supposed to be on this trip and stop ogling her and concentrate on the procession, which runs like clockwork. In no time at all, James and Liz are a happily married couple walking down the aisle hand in hand as everyone claps and cheers. I’ve never liked weddings as a whole, but James and I go way back, and I never thought I’d see the day when he settled down.

I guess there’s hope for us all.

Realistically though, I don’t think there’s a woman that could put up with my array of shit. I’m set in my ways and I’ve been told — by more than just Georgia-Blue Bassett — that I’m a grump.

“You think they’ll make it?” I ask GB as the canapés are served in the huge marquee just off the ballroom. We both take a chicken skewer. I’m starving.

“Who?” she replies, holding her champagne glass halfway up to her mouth.

We both agreed this morning that a glass of champagne here or there wasn’t going to hurt anyone as long as she doesn’t guzzle them down. And I’ll make sure she eats.

Then we shouldn’t have any alcohol problems whatsoever.

I give her a look and I’m half a second away from rolling my eyes and mouthing, “seriously?” until she laughs into her glass. I watch her pretty red lips find the rim, my eyes raking over her face as she sips. Yes, that’s good. Small sips aren’t going to get her shit faced and all over me again. Not that I minded the first time, and it’s all I’ve thought of since, but I’m here to look after her. Whether she thinks she needs babysitting or not is beside the point.

“Oh, the happy couple,” she continues. “Why, don’t you?”

I pop a shoulder. “They seem good together. James has tamed his ways the last few years.”

“There’s hope for you yet, then.” She laughs again. I watch as she takes a bite of her skewer. “You know, you have quite the reputation for being a ladie’s man.”

My head jumps back. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She shakes her head. “Never mind.”

“I told you before, I haven’t been with anyone since before the summer.” Okay, longer than that, but whatever.

“So that’s true?”

“I don’t tell lies.”

Her eyes wander downward, wafting over my frame and my soul about leaves my body as she assesses me. “You do look good in a suit, though.”

Fine. She wants to play this game?

My eyes glance down at her svelte figure. “You look good dressed up,Blue Belle.”

“Are you saying you don’t like flannel?”

“No, I’m saying a girl like you doesn’t get much of a chance to dress this fancy.”

She sounds sad when she says, “Not in a town like Stoney Creek.”

I’m about to answer when the couples start walking back from their photo shoot with the bridal party. Everyone is asked to take a seat in the ballroom ready for their arrival.

We’re sitting at a large round table of ten, there’s no one we know, but they seem pleasant enough. Georgia chats away as usual, like she’s known these strangers her whole life. Meanwhile I focus on eating until one of the guys starts talking about the Titans game and I join in because there could be worse conversation other than football.

We’re up to dessert when I give Georgia a nudge. “No sign of Ronnie what’s-his-name yet?”

“I saw him at the ceremony, luckily he was on the far side of us. I don’t think he saw me.” It’s pretty crowded here with 120 guests.

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