Page 26 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“We can.” Her lips are so damned close, I can taste her. They brush over mine as she speaks. It would only take the slightest lean forward and a tilt of my head to meet her. But she moves first, straight into me. Her big, full, juicy lips press onto mine and she never takes her eyes off me. “Please, Huds,” she says against my mouth, her hand trailing down the length of my arm down to my ribs.

“GB.” I’m not kissing her back, so it’s not a fucking sin or a betrayal to my best friend.

I’m not kissing her back.

I keep reciting those very words to myself over and over again. My moral compass is alive and well, somewhere.

“You’re sexy,” she whispers. “You smell so good.” Her lips feel velvet smooth as they sweep over my unmoving ones. She pulls back a little to look at me, a smile tugging at her mouth. “Just once, so we’ll know.”

“We don’t need to know,” I murmur. My throat feels like sandpaper and my body is so fucking rigid, I don’t know how I’m going to get out of the truck and walk when I get home.

She doesn’t take that as an answer, pulling me further into her. She raises her lips to mine again and this time I grab a fist full of her hair and press my mouth onto hers. She opens her lips slightly and lets out a little sigh. I switch angles as she pushes her body closer, reaching one arm around my neck and the other up my thigh…Fuck.

“Georgia,” I mutter, my words barely audible.

For a fleeting moment, I imagine her topless with just the denims on and me holding the chest part inwards so her tits spill out of each side. I’d lick and pull and caress those puppies until she couldn’t take any more. I’d suckle her all the way to the best orgasm of her life. Then my hand would slide down to her pussy and I’d take her tight hole with my fingers, curling them inside her, rubbing her G-spot until she came all over my hand. I’d make it so fucking good.

No. Not her. Not Georgia-Blue Bassett.

“Yeah?” She breaks my reverie. I change angles, our hot breaths mingling, our upper bodies colliding. Wrapping her hand around my waist, she tries to lift herself, almost straddling me and my dick only gets harder. She gasps and her kisses get more urgent, more wanting, more everything.

It’s then I see the light…. as in, a real fucking light. Someone is coming behind us in the car and I realize it must be her folks heading to their house.

We quickly scramble apart and she straightens herself out while I practically jump back against my seat.What the hell are we doing?

“Huds, I’m sorry, I—” She’s wide-eyed and panting in the dim light and I’m not much better.

I shake my head and run a hand down my face. “It’s my fault. You’d better go,” I say, feeling like a goddamned asshole.

Her face notably falls and she pushes the door open and quickly slides out. “Good night,” she whispers.

I glance over at her as she straightens those overalls out.

“Goodnight, Georgia.”

I’m a damn fool.

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I feel like an asshat when I get home to my dark, empty house. Nothing like this has ever happened before with her. I should’ve pushed her off. Let her down gently. Instead, I encouraged her and kissed her back when I told myself I shouldn’t.

I can’t stop thinking about it. Even as I try to distract myself for a moment by finding Moses, who is curled up in his bed in my room, I bend down to give him scruffles and he purrs into my hand.

I straighten out and run a hand over my head as I kick my boots off. I’ve been so busy with the harvest, I haven’t slept with anyone in several months. But this has gone beyond all I can take. I need relief. I’m corrupting Georgia-Blue, even if it was her that made the first move. I should know better. Still, it doesn’t stop me from stripping off, kneeling on my bed and jerking off to the thought of Georgia riding me in my truck.

He’s been screaming to be let out since being confined in that small space with all that heat brewing between us out of nowhere. I can’t fucking believe it.

My hand wrapping around my hard length feels good. So damned good. But I bet it would feel so much better in Georgia’s sweet little hand. The thought of her delicate fingers touchingme only spurs me on as I rock my hips back and forth, furiously tugging like a man possessed.

In my mind, I tell myself nobody has to know. It’ll be like it never happened because nothing is ever going to happen with her. Okay, I kissed her back, and I shouldn’t have. But I can have the memory. We’ve always had that fire and ice thing going on. But kissing her in the truck and letting her feel me up is quite another thing. It’s gone way past any boundaries that existed between us.Theydidexist, until now.

I take an indulgent moment or two to appreciate the what ifs because after I come, I’m never going to let myself think of it. We got caught up in the moment and it won’t happen again.

It doesn’t matter that I know she’d appreciate my body if she ever got to see it. That I’d treat her like a queen, worshiping every inch of her. It’s not gonna be me.

“Goddamn,” I hiss to no one as I close my eyes, stark naked,going for it with my palm. Wishing, just for a moment, it was with her…

Her pale skin. The blue intensity of her eyes. The way she’d look up at me with my dick in her mouth. I’d wanna mark her porcelain flesh, spurt on her tits and all over her ass, marking her. Making her as mine.

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