Page 44 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

“I shouldn’t react to her,” I say to Gray with a snide smile her way. “But you know how good she is at riling up a person.”

Georgia humphs with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes still narrowed. “Riling? Seriously?”

I pop a shoulder. “What’s good for the goose,Princess.”

Gray chuckles. “Good luck to you, man.” He slaps me on the shoulder again, and I’m not so sure I deserve to even be considered to be the guy to watch out for her. I mean, no other dude is going to get his mitts on her on my watch. That much is for sure.

“Maybe I should be the one watching out for Hudson, ever think of that?” GB raises her eyebrows and that look of defiance on her face is so damned cute; seeing the pout of her lips, it makes me laugh. Gray looks at me strangely for a second — probably because he’s not used to such a thing as me laughing — and looks back to his sister.

“Behave yourself in Florida.” He waves a finger at her.

“I’m sure you behave too when you go out of town… Wait, isn’t that how you met Hartley and had a dirty weekend last year?”

“Watch your mouth.”

Georgia laughs into her hands and I bite my lip. “I have to put my fingers in my ears when Hartley talks about that first time you met.”

Gray shakes his head and actually grips my shoulder this time. “She’s all yours, Huds.”

“Hey!” Georgia pouts. “I’m not anyone’s!”

Gray waves off that notion as he finds his girl coming back from the ladies and wraps both arms around her and kisses her for all to see. I turn back to Georgia.

“Hear that, you’re mine in Florida,” I grunt. Owen is still next to me but Beau and Autumn have captured his attention so at least they can’t hear me.

“I don’t know if you’re hard of hearing, but that’s not what he said.”

“His words were,she’s all yours. Do you think that’s a blessing, GB? Or a curse?”

She rolls her eyes at me but there’s less meaning behind them, not like they usually are when she’s firing insults at me, anyway. My eyes taper down to the tight top she’s wearing and it does nothing for my already raging libido. For fuck’s sake. I don’t need a fucking hard on while I’m standing mere feet away from her goddamned brothers.

“The only thing that’s cursed around here, Hudson Nash, is you.”

I try to pretend her using my full name doesn’t do things to me. Just as she’s going to pay the bartender, I snag her wrist again and she gasps. I throw over some cash toward the guy instead. “Don’t be so sure about that,Precious Princess.”

She tugs her wrist free and gives me a withering look. “You know the bucking moose is about to start, what do you say I knock you off your perch once and for all?”

I laugh without humor, placing a hand over my heart. “You wish.”

Her eyes narrow once more. “No wishing about it.”

“Do your worst.”

She goes to take a step towards the penned in section next to the dancefloor where the moose is well and truly about to get fired up for tonight’s competition. But I snag her by the waist this time and pull her toward me so her back hits my chest.

She gasps and her breathing is suddenly more than a little ragged in the dark. The flashing lights have stopped and the bar lights are dimmed low. “Not so fast,” I murmur into her neck.

“Huds—”

“You want every other guy in the place checking you out in those tight pants and this top.”

I don’t want to come across as a possessive asshole because up until this point, I didn’t think I was one. But I’m not going to stand here and watch her get tossed to and fro on the wild moose for all to see.

“Got a problem with that?” she shoots back.

“Just practicing for Florida, it’s what you said you wanted.”

She laughs in that haughty little way she does. “You know from that night in the truck there’s more exciting things we could be practicing, Hudson.”

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