Page 58 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“Good, it better stay that way.”

It’s around the time of the cake cutting when some douchebag sidles up next to her. I’m still at the table, talking about sports with James and some of the guys, while Georgia is up near the bar talking to Liz and a group of women. They’re watching the wedding cake being wheeled out, ready for more photos. It looks delicious; three tiers with buttercream frosting surrounded by smaller cupcakes at the base.

But I’m distracted when a tall, solid dude sways up to Georgia and swings his arm around her neck. It could be dear old Ronnie boy. I immediately chagrin with a heavy exhale and push my seat back.

This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. Some drunk asshole hitting on her.

I don’t even know if the jerk is her ex from high school because I didn’t give the slightest fuck what he looks like or who he is until this moment.

I see her say something to him as he leans against the bar like he’s God’s gift to the universe. Immediately, I don’t like him. He’s smug. His suit is a little too tight. And he has a boring haircut.

Oh yeah, he’s trying to be charming and it just looks sleazy. When I see him slide his arm around her shoulders, and Georgia immediately shrugs it off, I’m a few strides away from taking him down.

My fist balls at my side and I already want to gauge his eyes out. Who the fuck does he think he is manhandling her and looking at her like he wants to devour her?

If that’s going to be anyone’s job this weekend, it’s mine. Period.

Guys have been eyeing her all night but since she’s been with me for most of it, she’s been safe from any advances.

More importantly, she’s saying no, her hand flat on his chest as she shakes her head.

I stride toward them in a fury.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I hear Georgia say as I approach. “I’m here with somebo?—”

“Honey, is there a problem?” I bark as I sidle right up behind her, wrapping an arm protectively around her middle, effectively pulling her back to my front. She gasps from the sudden movement she clearly wasn’t expecting, one hand pressing into her chest.

She looks over her shoulder and stretches her neck to glance up at me. It gives me great satisfaction to feel her visibly relax under my touch when she sees it’s me. Then she leans back into my chest.Fuck me. This feels too good…

“No, baby.” Georgia smiles as sweet as pie, as fuckface looks at me and we have a five second stare off.

“Um, I’m Ronnie,” he says, sticking his hand out. “Good to meet?—”

I stare at his hand like it’s a foreign object and he quickly retracts it. “Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart? It kinda looked like it from where I was standing.”

I rock my hips against her back, hammering it up just a notch as snuggle into her neck. I don’t mean to breathe in her fucking wicked scent. The violets and vanilla mixing together in a heady concoction have me feeling delirious for a second. I’m swept up in the illusion that we really are a couple for these moments.

My growing erection agrees. And I can’t help noticing how much I like being wrapped around her.

She’s so fucking tiny.

“I was just saying hello,” Ronnie interrupts before she can answer. “We haven’t seen each other in years.”

“Since he cheated on me,” Georgia surprises me by saying. Her eyes flick up to him and she tilts her head with a pause. “Remember,Ron?”

“George, you know how fucked up things were back then.” I bristle at the way he calls herGeorgeand the way he says it like I’m not even standing here. He doesn’t take his greedy eyes off her as he stumbles his words. From my observations and the way he’s slightly slurring, he’s inebriated.

I don’t know who he thinks he is touching her like that. She said no.

One thing I’m sure of is the stone-faced, icy glare I give him that can’t be mistaken for anything else, other thanback the fuck off. And as his eyes divert to mine, I see he’s getting the vibe as his face drops along with his stupid smile.

He swallows hard. “Look, I should really get going,” he says, “I’ll see you?—”

Georgia shakes her head. “You won’t be seeing me later, Ronnie. I’ll be upstairs fucking my boyfriend.”

I try to not let the air in my lungs rasp out at her words, but she has a way of being able to knock a man’s wind from his sails like nobody else. I pull her a little tighter, well aware my dick is sticking into her and not giving one single fuck.

Upstairs fucking my boyfriend?Why do I suddenly like the sounds of that?

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