Page 24 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but no doubt it’s that last glass of wine she had with the trifle. That sweet sauterne can be deadly.

My eyes cast over her all too perfect face. Too perfect for the likes of a roughneck like me. Much too perfect for anyone around here, come to think of it.

I’m definitely no exception. Yet, she smells so fucking sweet.

I had one goddamned beer, so I know I’m not tanked. But I sure as hell know I shouldn’t be looking at her like this. She’s my best friend’s little sister. I’ve known her since she was a kid. I’ve never looked at her that way until recently…

Fuck. My growing erection agrees. Especially when I get a faint whiff of her perfume that smells like vanilla and violets, wafting over me like a butterfly’s wings. She’s that fucking precious.

“It is fair,” I tell her. Not wanting to let her wrists go now I have them. I know I should. Why do I suddenly enjoy watching her giggle and squirm?

This is more than that. This is flirting.

“The minute I let you go, you’re gonna try that whole tickling act again.”

“Admit you’re ticklish then?”

I shake my head. “I guess you’ll never know.”

“Ronnie might wanna know if I’m ticklish when I get down to Florida. I bet he’s not changed one little bit.”

“Don’t even fucking go there.”

“Ooh, are you going to defend my honor?”

I gruff at the notion. There’s no way any Ronnie fucking what’s-his-face is going to be pawing over Georgia-Blue on my watch, or any other schmuck for that matter.“How do you even know he’s going?”

“He sent me a message on Facebook a few weeks ago.”

I frown as I narrow my eyes. I don’t like the sound of this guy already. “I think I may need to be your plus one to protect you,Princess.”

She shrugs. “Sounds good.”

I like how she doesn't even hesitate. Still, I arch a brow. “Wait, what? Is that the sound of Blue Belle Bassett being agreeable?”

She tries to wrangle free again.

“You’ll only make it worse for yourself if you try to struggle.”

She giggles again. “Why does that sound hot?”

“Georgia,” I warn. My dick is kicking in my jeans telling me it’s party time, but my brain is slow to catch up.

I wish like fuck I could adjust him, but that won’t do much other than change the goddamned painful angle. More to the point; I’m jonesing over Georgia-Blue.

“You know, we might need to practice if you wanna make my ex see what he’s missed out on.”

“Practice?” I grit. “Practice what?”

“Being nice for a start,” she hums.

“I’m always nice.” I finally let go of her wrists but she’s unsteady, falling slightly as one hand lands on my chest, the other into my lap.

Goddamn.

She yelps and I brisk, hissing, when her fingers graze my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ. She quickly pulls her hands away to the safety of her side of the truck.

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