Page 91 of Georgia-Blue & Hudson

I scratch under his chin andhe purrs appreciatively. “Good boy keeping Grandpa company.”

Dad does what he always does: goes and fills up the copper teapot and lights the stove.

“He’s no trouble,” Dad says. “How was Florida?”

“Ah, you know weddings.” I wave it off as I help find the cups one handed while Moses snuggles into my chest.

“How was Georgia?”

I bristle at the sound of her name, but it was always going to come up.

I only just dropped her home half an hour ago and already I can’t stop thinking about her. I don’t mean to do that, but boy, no one has any idea how good Georgia and I were this weekend except us. “She was good.”

“She didn’t drive you too crazy? I know how you two can be.”

I balk. “It’s Georgia-Blue we’re talking about.” I string it out by telling him about the beach and the wedding and us hanging around the pool, avoiding the parts I don’t think he’d appreciate.

I also skip over the fact we spent the remaining days mostly in bed together and saw very little of Tampa, except for the resort grounds, a few shops and the beach.

I’m still in some kind of orbit when I think about taking her virginity.

I don’t even want to think about me and any other women, but I know I have to push aside what I’m feeling for Georgia and the fact that if I had it my way, and we were free to do what we wanted, I’d make her mine. Period.

I grind my teeth when I think about her with another man, disappointed I didn’t punch that asshole in the face when I had the chance.

Leaving her just now was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do and I’ve done some pretty tough shit in my life. I still have to face Grayson, and he’s no doubt going to grill me about the weekend and what Georgia was up to. Now I have to lie, and I really don’t wanna fucking lie. But I also don’t want a black eye.

I run a hand over my face as I place Moses down.

“You sure you’re alright, son?” I didn’t realize Dad was watching me.

“I’m fine, just tired. It’s been a big few days.”

“Why don’t you go rest up after I’ve made the tea and I’ll fix us some dinner tonight, save you cooking.”

That’s like music to my ears, but I know I’m not going to get much sleep even if I did try to take a nap. Not while my body is still humming and my mind is punishing me. “I might just do that.”

I head back to my place not long after, taking Moses with me. I immediately unpack my shit, throwing my clothes into the laundry basket and then take a shower.

My dick hasn’t gone down since she left, so I mean every single motion when I grab it and rub one out. Imagining Georgia looking up at me while she had my dick in her mouth makes me hiss.

I love how she loved watching my length disappear into her tight pussy for the first time, and then every time after.

The way she asked if she was sucking me off right. Like anything she could do would ever be wrong. The only problem is she’s too fucking perfect and we fit together well.Too well.

Even my release doesn’t satisfy me. Nothing can after having her.

I do my best to relax a little on the couch with Moses before I head back to Dad’s for dinner. That simple task also proves difficult. Things feel different without her. My place has beenjust me and Moses for years and while I’m used to that, it feels even more empty than it was before I left.

Nothing has changed around here but everything inside me has.

I don’t know what’s happening to me or how I’m going to just ignore it. But I need to do something fast because all I can think about is jumping in my truck and banging down the door to see her.

I need to pull myself together. Do what we agreed and be cool.

I look at Moses. “How the fuck am I gonna do this?”

Of course, I never get an answer.

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