Page 73 of Beautiful Desire
“I can’t,” I say, voice cracked and barely above a whisper.
“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought,” he growls a moment before his lips claim mine.
As soon as his tongue slips into my mouth, it’s over for me. He swallows my scream as my release takes hold, pussy throbbing, walls contracting around Fletcher’s dick as his movements get erratic and jerky. Mouth still to mine, his jaw goes slack, a guttural groan ripping from his throat while his body stills and his cock pulsates, spilling his cum inside of me.
After he finishes, Fletcher buries his face in my neck as we both catch our breath. The pillow beneath my head is soaked, and the tears won’t stop. If anything, they’re coming even faster. Rolling onto the bed beside me, Fletcher wipes the wetnessaway with his thumb, his features soft as he gazes into my eyes. Neither of us says anything, but we don’t have to, and as he turns me onto my side and wraps his arm around my middle, tugging me into his body, I feel so at ease, like I can breathe deeply for the first time in weeks.
My eyes grow heavy, so I close them, and I take comfort in letting him hold me as I drift off to sleep.
32
Fletcher
Asliver of sunlight peeks in through the small crack in the curtains, the hotel room otherwise dark. Georgia’s head is resting on my chest while my fingers brush through her hair, and everything about this moment is perfect. She woke me up a little while ago with her mouth around my cock before climbing on top and riding me. It was, hands down, the best way I’ve ever been woken up. I have to meet my dad and Reese in about an hour, so I’m trying to soak this up as much as possible before I have to get out of bed, but there’s a question I have to ask before I go.
“Did you mean what you said last night?” I ask, my chin resting against the top of her head. “About not being able to tell me that you want us to be over? Or were you simply caught up in the moment?”
I don’t miss the way Georgia’s body tenses, and I mentally prepare myself for the worst. But then her muscles relax again, and she softly murmurs, “I meant it.” Three words that have me soaring, followed by the least surprising thing she could say.“But that doesn’t negate all the very valid reasons I still think it wouldn’t be a good idea.”
It’s a punch to the gut, even though I expected it.
“Like?” I push.
Pulling back, Georgia rests her hand on my chest as she meets my gaze. “Like the fact that you live here, and I live there. Long-distance relationships never work.”
A smile spreads up my face at her saying “relationship,” and I don’t even try to hide it. “Never is a bit of a stretch, Peach. Theycanwork, if both people put in the effort. Next reason?”
“You starting this new chapter in your career,” she says. “Do you really think you have the time and energy to worry about me, who will be hours away, when you’re about to take on new, huge responsibilities?”
Cupping her face, I stroke my thumb across her cheek. “I think it’s a little unfair that instead of letting me decide what I can handle, you preemptively decide for me. But yes, I know I have the time, because you make time for the people you love.”
Swallowing harshly, Georgia lets out a shaky breath. “Love?” she asks quietly.
“Yes, Peach, I love you. Is that really so hard to believe?”
Her mouth opens and closes a couple of times, and I realize that’s probablynothow I should’ve said that for the first time. Leaning in, I press a kiss on her lips.
“I know you’re freaking out inside, but hear what I’m saying. I don’t expect you to say anything back, but just…hear me.”
A small, nervous smile is reflected at me as I go back to caressing her cheek. Georgia leans into my touch, chewing on the inside of her lip for a moment before she asks, “But what if you get in this and decide it’s not what you want? Or not something you can juggle with everything else?”
The emotion in her voice and the vulnerability in the question make my heart squeeze. “Okay, I need you tounderstand one thing, Peach. Being with you would never be something I have tojuggle. You aren’t a task at work. Being with you would be an honor. It would be as easy as breathing, and I don’t see myself ever deciding you aren’t what I want.” Swallowing thickly, I add, “There is always a possibility of that happening in relationships, though. That’s not a reason to shut yourself off from one, especially when it’s what you want. I am, in no way, discounting what you went through with your ex, but I’m not him. You deserve to be loved, Georgia, so let me in. Let me love you the way you should be.”
Georgia lets out another shaky breath, bottom lip quivering and eyes misty. I can practically hear her mind racing. “This would be so much easier if you were still a douchebag,” she groans, and I can’t help but chuckle.
My heart races as I say, “Please, just give me a little time. Things are moving behind the scenes, and I think I’ve found a way for us to be together that will feel easier for you.”
The weeks leading up to graduation, I’ve been focused on getting ready for this meeting with my father today, needing to make sure everything is perfect before presenting the idea. I had to make sure all my ducks were in a row, make sure I thought of everything, from every angle, because he needs to know I’m serious. I’ve got one chance to pitch this to him, because my father isn’t somebody who goes back on his decision.
Her eyes light up. “What kinds of things?”
“I can’t tell you.” Biting back a grin as she rolls her eyes, I say, “I don’t want to jinx myself, but please, trust me, and don’t give up on me.”
“You realize this is the equivalent of texting somebody that you want to talklater?” she murmurs. “It’s not very nice, Fletcher.”
Chuckling, I brush my lips against hers. “I know, I’m sorry, Peach.” I climb off the bed, already wishing I could stay herewith her. “I gotta get going to that meeting with my dad and Reese.”
“Yeah, I should get ready for brunch.” Lying back down, Georgia stretches as she yawns.
