Page 79 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I spread my legs, one hand reaching into her hair as I guide her farther down. She takes it all and seeing her like this, looking up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes, it’s all too much. I warn her I’m about to come but she makes no attempt to move. I spurt hard, grunting my release down her throat as she takes it, only pulling out when I’m almost spent. She does what she did last night; circles her finger around her lips and sucks. I stare at her in awe.We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t…

I yank her by the hips until our foreheads touch. “How sore did you say you were again?”

21

Georgia

The sun feels amazing. I can’t remember the last time I had a day to just lie by the pool and soak up the sun without worrying about work, or Gabriel yelling or having to babysit one of the kids on short notice. It’s so relaxing. I can’t even remember the last time I had a moment to read a book. It feels indulgent but I remind myself that I work hard and deserve this.

I also haven’t confessed to Celeste yet about last night, and I know I have to tell someone. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be a good idea, but I know I can trust Celeste. As long as she doesn’t blab to Callan, then there is no way anyone can find out.

This morning, I admit, I was a minx. I was so ready for Hudson again. Seeing him lying there like that in my bed, rousing from sleep after the wild night we had, completely naked; I couldn’t contain myself.

Even though I’m feeling the aftermath of Hurricane Hudson between my legs, I’m not regretting it. This morning wasn’t fucking… it was something else. Hudson was slow, making sure I wasn’t uncomfortable, it’s as if he gets off seeing my pleasure.

I didn’t expect sex. I expected Hudson to run out of the room with his things, tripping over himself to be gone before daylight. I’m still wondering where the catch is because as much as I know he’ll be on the ‘we can’t do this’ train, he’s not acting like that at the moment.

He sets a tray of french fries down between us and I look up gratefully. “You know the way to my heart,” I sing-song, sitting up. His eyes skate down my black polka dot bikini and he frowns.

“Shouldn’t that have a little more material?”

Oh, here we go. GP is alive and well. “It’s a bikini,Cowboy,pretty much the same style you already saw me in the other day with the hot pink.I’m not wearing a potato sack to swim in.”

He mutters something about my top looking more like an eyepatch but I ignore him and take another guzzle of my Energizer Juice. No more alcohol for me, at least, not on this trip.

I remember Hudson on the dance floor last night, and that makes me smile. He danced for me, and it was the sweetest thing.

He plops down on the sun lounger next to me. And if I didn’t think there was a greater sight than seeing Hudson naked, I clearly hadn’t seen him in his swim shorts. Holy cockadoodle-do. He’s not Adonis to the Gods; he’s so much more. And seeing him out of his work attire has me all gooey like a freshly bakedcinnamon roll. Except he’s the cinnamon roll and damn do I wanna lick that icing off.

“You got sunblock on?”

I roll my lips because he’s at it again just like at the beach, looking over my glasses at him as I reach for a fry. “Yes,Dad.”

He shakes his head, taking a large sip of his juice. “I don’t know what the hell is in this, but it tastes pretty good.”

“The lady at the juice bar said it was good for hangovers.”

He gives me a side eye. “I wasn’t drunk.”

“Oh, does that explain your behavior?”

His lips twitch. “Does that explain yours?”

I point at myself. “Me?I’m the influencee, not the influencer.Old boy.”

“This old boy made you scream so many times I lost count.” He smiles without humor. “And we both know no other guy would’ve been able to do that.”

“Yes, I know. You don’t need me to validate your penis, which by the way, could have its own zip code.”

He glances around, making sure nobody can hear. “We’re in public.”

“Yeah, so? Surrounded by nobody we know, other than some of the guests from the wedding who don’t know us.”

“Someone from Stoney Creek could.”

My heart sinks just a little. “Yeah, they could.” I didn’t mean to make my voice sound small, but he leans over and nudges my knee with his hand.

“I didn’t mean it like that. People talk?—”

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