Page 27 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I start to unravel as I rock faster, harder, more urgent than ever. The bed creaks but I don’t fucking care. It doesn’t make Moses stir from his bed.

It’s only when I picture my earlier fantasy over the overalls and her round, juicy tits spilling out the sides, rocking from our rhythm, that I start to come. I still my movements and lift my gaze up to the ceiling. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan and let my cum pour into my hand. It shoots up my torso as I ride the Georgia-Blue fucking freight train I didn’t know existed. My moans sound loudly around the room.

I’m incoherent as my orgasm takes me to another world; one I’ve never been to before. When the train finally comes to a halt, I flop down onto my back, making sure I don’t mess up my fresh bed sheets. I draw my arm over my eyes as I come back down to earth and even out my shallow breath a little.

There,I tell myself.It’s done.But I feel foolish even thinking it because it shouldn’t even be a thing.She’s out of your system now.

First thing tomorrow, this whole episode is going to be behind me. We’ll brush it off and everything will be as it was before. I’m sure Georgia will have forgotten as soon as the sun comes up, if she hasn’t already. It was the wine. Not me.

I cast my eyes down to my body, coated in my release because of my pent-up frustration and the way this tiny littlePrecious fucking Princessgot me all wound up.

And I’m not even sure my own thoughts make sense anymore.

Maybe the light of day will tell me everything I need to know.

Then again, maybe not.

7

Georgia

I’m dumbstruck, bewildered, overwhelmed and extremely turned on when I flop down on my bed after I hear Hudson’s truck roll away.

Holy shit.What the hell just happened?

I run my hands over my cheeks, still warm from our kissing, and try to calm my breathing down. Maybe it was the close proximity of Hudson in the cab of his truck, the way he smelled, and the fact I may have had a tiny crush on him since as long as I can remember. It’s all possible. But what I am certain of is the fact that I didn’t want to stop there. And that scares me a lot.

It’s true, I’ve never gone all the way with a guy, and not because I don’t want to. I’ve just never felt that thing you’re supposed to feel. Or maybe I watched too many soap operas as a teenager and now I have unrealistic expectations.

It’s been one disaster after another with guys I’ve dated in Stoney Creek. And I’ve lost count of the times a guy has bailed after a couple of dates when I didn’t readily want to jump into bed with him. I’m not a prude, but give it a minute so I can get to know someone and feel a connection. I’ve been a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda gal in most things for the better part of my life, but not when it comes to that.

So then, why did it feel so different with Hudson? Is it because I’ve known him a long time and things feel comfortable with him? The crazy part is, all we ever do is jab at each other, and more often than not, annoy one another. Certainly not frolic around drunkenly and kiss not once, but twice. He was probably horrified. Oh, God.

I lay my arm across my eyes.This can’t be happening.

When I accidentally brushed his lap, I felt it. We both know he was hard, and the question is why? Over little old me?

He’s always been a man’s man. But tonight he was something else. If his cologne wasn’t enough to grab all of my attention, his large frame taking up all the room in the cab was.He’s ridiculously masculine and it’s oh, so sexy.

Those deep, intense hazel eyes. The way he leaned over when the door jammed and he lingered.

It’s like I’ve been on a merry-go-round and I’ve been flung off at high speed. Now I’m laying here feeling a little rejected from the way he said I’d better get inside. Was he annoyed? I mean, granted, it was the right thing to do. But I didn’t want to break the connection. And he did.

Kissing him? It was like an electrical bolt ran through my body and wouldn't stop. I didn’twantto stop. I wanted to climb him like a tree.Now he thinks you’re insane.

All that’s left of me is the aching hum all over my body and between my legs, but that’s just the offshoot of getting all hot and heavy for a few moments with a man I can never have. I mean, Gray’s best friend? And he’s thirteen years my senior!

A man I take pleasure in annoying every other day of my life!

Not that any of those things are compelling enough reasons to not take things further, but it all happened so quickly. I’ve known him for a long time; why now? Have I secretly felt some burning desire for him that I have kept burrowed because he’s such good friends with my family? Maybe my friends were right after all and I’ve just not wanted to see it.

I know that if something were to happen between us and it didn’t work out, I’d never want it to be weird for him and Gray. They’ve been best friends since they were kids. You don’t go after your brother’s best friend for a reason.

For one, he’s nicknamed Grumpy Pants, and two, he doesn’t exactly scream, ‘I’m ready to settle down’. Not that I’ve heard or seen him around with anyone for ages, not since that whole Dolly Simpson episode.

The thought still makes me shudder. Not that I have anything against Dolly, I just didn’t think she was his type. Maybe he likes buxom blondes with pearly white teeth? I’m the polar opposite of that. I’m nothing on Dolly.

Yet I can’t help but wonder, is that the kind of woman he wants? And if so, how come he didn’t hook up with her again?

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