Текст книги "Unlawful Desire "

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She wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my back as she started to grind against me. Clearly I wouldn’t be able to stop her unless I used other means.

I inched down her body, breaking free from her hold. She whined, missing the contact as much as I did, but I didn’t let it stop me.

Trailing kisses from her throat to her collarbone, I paid particularly close attention to the muscle that connected her neck and shoulder. As soon as I sank my teeth into that spot, her back arched as she cried out.

I smirked against her skin. The V-neck dress she wore tonight gave me quick access. The buttons down the front made my life even easier as I started to pop them open one by one while I planted kisses against her naked flesh. Once they were undone, I pushed her dress to the sides, exposing her chest.

This was where she spilled the beans last time, telling me that we couldn’t do it because she was a virgin. If she did the same this time, I thought my head would explode.

Her tiny moans, almost sounding like a purr as my mouth found her nipple, caused me to hum my happiness, the vibration of my pleasure flowing from my lips into her skin.

I took my time, touching every inch of her body with my mouth, caressing her skin with my fingertips before I even thought about sticking my cock into her. I brought her close to the edge of orgasm time and time again, making her pant with need.

“Frisco,” she said, her voice laced with want.

“Shh, baby.” I sat up on my heels and stared down at her.

Lying before me almost naked, her body glistened from the lost climax. Her hair cascaded over the couch, her cheeks were bright pink, and her lips were slightly parted as she sucked in air.

When I stood from the couch, she whined, but I shook my head as I started to undo my pants. “I’m not done with you yet, Georgia.”

Before I inched my jeans down my legs, I grabbed the condom I’d placed in my back pocket before leaving my house. She watched as I placed the condom between my teeth.

I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my boots, and lost my jeans in a hurry. Her nakedness had my dick aching for relief. I couldn’t wait any longer to feel myself inside of her.

“Sit up,” I told her after I tossed my boxers in a pile on top of my other clothes.

She did as I asked without saying a word. I took a step forward, leaned down, and scooped her into my arms. There was no way that I’d let her lose her virginity on her couch. I nestled my face into her neck as I carried her to her bedroom.

Sliding her down my body, I placed her feet on the floor and gave her another chance to back out. “You’re sure?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t change her mind.

“I’m sure.” She stood before me with her arms down at her sides, looking up at me.

I nodded, touching the straps of her opened dress and pushing them down her arms.

As the dress fell to the floor, she exhaled. “Are you?” she asked, staring up at me through her veiled lashes.

“I am.” My voice was confident; I almost believed it myself as I tore the condom wrapper open.

I’d give my left leg to feel her without the piece of latex between us. But I would never ask that of her.

“Is it going to hurt?” She gnawed on her lip.

“I think you’ll be okay,” I told her as I slid the condom down my cock. “But I’ll go slow.”

Fuck, I didn’t know. I didn’t have a pussy. I knew it wasn’t going to hurt for me. It would be the most glorious feeling to slide deep into her sweet, tight cunt.

I stepped forward, wrapping my arm around her body and bringing her lips to mine. Slowly, I led her backward toward the bed, the room illuminated by nothing but moonlight, our mouths connected as we moved.

When her body flattened against the mattress, I crawled between her legs, laying my dick flat against her pussy.

She moaned and broke the kiss. “Are you any good at this?” She grinned.

I laughed, caught off guard by her question. I couldn’t believe she’d asked that. “I’m pretty damn good.”

She ran her fingernails up my back as she stared up at me. “Just good, or great?”

I shook my head, trying to control my laughter. “You’re going to bust my chops when I’m about to stick my cock in you? Really?”

Although Georgia was young, she had an attitude that could rival any woman I’d ever met. She didn’t mince words, and she sure as fuck wasn’t timid.

“I’m just sayin’ that I’ll remember this night for my entire life. I hope it’s good, because I’d hate to remember you as being the one who didn’t live up to the hype.”

I sat up on my heels and stared down at her, dumbfounded. My dick wasn’t fazed by her comments. It twitched, aching to get closer to her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you so good that no other man will ever satisfy you.”

Her smirk turned into a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

I positioned myself over her again, but this time I didn’t kiss her. I trapped her nipple between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue until she moaned and her body began to shudder. When she started to pant and rub herself against me, I knew she was ready.

Grabbing my shaft, I slid the tip of my dick through her wetness, coating it. I knew she could take me.

As I nudged her opening with my cock, she tensed.

“You okay?” I asked, leaving the tip against her.

“Yeah.” She wrapped her legs around my back.

“Just relax.”

“I’m trying, but if you keep talking, I may change my mind.”

“Fuck, you’re so damn bossy.” I started to push the tip of my cock inside her.

She hissed, her pussy clamping down against the tip. “Fuck,” she muttered after her legs jerked.

“Got any other smart shit to say?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “I’m a big girl. Give me your best.”

“Babe, if I did that, I’d break your pussy for a lifetime.”

“Oh.” Her eyes roamed my face. “Okay. Well… Um…”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure you feel so good that you’ll beg me for more.”

I had been known to be confident, but the bullshit coming out of my mouth was a bit much. She wouldn’t know the difference. I knew I was good in bed. I’d never had a complaint, and women asked me to fuck them again. I didn’t know why with her I made myself out to be larger than life.

Instead of putting my lips back on her breast, I kissed her. I figured it was the best way to stop her from talking. I eased the tip back out and began to stroke her clit with it. Gliding it back and forth, I brought her close to the brink of orgasm again. Too much time had passed since we’d been in the living room. I needed to have her on the edge, with nothing on her mind but getting fucked.

When her body began to tremble and she pushed her pussy against me, I took the cue and nudged her opening once again. This time she didn’t tense.

As I pushed inside her, I captured her gasps and swallowed them. Her body adjusted to my intrusion as I pushed deeper. Once fully seated, I stopped moving and gave her a moment to get used to the feel of my hard length inside of her.

Hell, I needed to give myself a time-out so I didn’t come in thirty seconds. It wasn’t that her pussy was so tight that I was going to lose it—it was the fact I was fucking Georgia that had me teetering on the edge.

I toyed with her nipple and kissed her until she relaxed.

“Okay?” I asked against her lips.

“I think so,” she murmured into my mouth.

“If I hurt you, just tell me.” I prayed that if she uttered those words, I’d be able to stop myself.

I slowly pulled out, letting her insides get the feel of my cock.

Jesus, please don’t let me come.

I pushed back in with a little more force and felt the air vanish from my lungs. “Fuck,” I said into her mouth as my arms began to shake.

My entire body was overcome with so many sensations and feelings that I thought I’d collapse on top of her. I reared back, trying to steady my breath and find the strength to go forward.

Georgia moaned into my mouth, digging her fingernails into my skin with each stroke of my dick. The sounds weren’t those of pain but of complete and total pleasure.

I trailed my lips down her jaw to her neck, making it easier for me to hear her pleasure. I wanted to memorize every sound she made, the small gasps and stolen breaths—they were mine.

Her pulse beat against my lips as I peppered her throat with kisses. My dick grew harder, which I would’ve thought was impossible, but it proved me wrong. I kept my pace, trying to maintain a steady rhythm as I fucked her.

The importance of the event wasn’t lost on me. Maybe I was a fool.

When I felt my balls about to crawl up my throat, I dipped my head down and captured her nipple between my teeth. I wanted more than anything to bring her to climax at the same time I did.

Finding all the strength I could muster, I balanced myself on one arm. I licked my fingers, wetting the tips before I placed them between us. I worried that the pain and nerves from it being her first time might make it harder for her to relax enough to come.

Gently, I stroked her clit, rubbing my fingers around the hardened nub in tiny circles. I focused on her breathing and mine, speeding up as her gasps increased and her body began to tremble.

“That’s it, baby.” I tightened the circle and applied a little more pressure with my fingertips.

“Oh,” she moaned, pressing her head into the pillow. Her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered shut as she got lost in the moment.

“Let go.” I felt my orgasm about to rip through my system.

As her body grew rigid, her breathing faltered. I increased my pace, driving her over the edge with me. Our joint moans sounded like a chorus as we rode the wave of pleasure together. Both of our bodies shuddered and jerked in unison.

Her pussy contracted around my cock, squeezing the life out of it in the most delicious way. As she sucked in a breath, I slowed my pace.

Our bodies, covered in sweat, slid against each other as we drew in ragged breaths.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against her neck after my arm gave out and I collapsed. In all honesty, it had been the best damn orgasm of my life.

“Gimme a minute,” she said, running her fingers through my hair.

I chuckled when my insides flipped. “I’m the one who needs a minute.”

As my dick softened, I let it slide out naturally. I rolled off her, pulling her in my arms. “Are you okay?”

She nuzzled into my side and glanced up at me. “I couldn’t be better.”

I pulled her closer. “Thank God.”

Her fingers traced the ridges of my stomach muscles. “Was I okay?” she asked in a small voice.

“Were you worried?”

“Well, was I?”

“Georgia, was I okay?”

“You were fantastic.” She smiled up at me. “Not that I can compare it to anyone else.” She laughed.

I shook my head as my face softened. “You were amazing. There’s really no wrong way to have sex.”

“I thought there was,” she said.

“I don’t know about that, but I do know you were amazing, G.”

“Good.” She bit her lip. “Maybe you’ll want to do it again. I think I need to practice.”

I laughed softly at first before it grew louder and I held my stomach. That was the thing about Georgia. She kept me on my toes and a smile on my face.

Chapter 21

Surprises

Three Weeks Later

Just as I started the coffee, the doorbell rang and I froze. Who the hell would come to my place at eight in the morning on a Sunday?

“Frisco!” the small voice called through the door as they laid on the doorbell.

“Mom,” I said, opening the door and ready to fall over from shock.

“Baby,” she said with one suitcase in her hand. “Surprise!”

I stared at her, thinking maybe I was still asleep. “Ma?” I asked, shaking my head to clear the sleep from my head, but she still stood there.

“It’s me.”

She hadn’t changed. It had been at least a year since I’d seen her, but she looked exactly as she had when I’d left her in California. Her black hair was pulled into a bun without a hair out of place on the sides. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress and matching heels. She still believed people should dress up when taking a plane, and she looked like she could have stepped out of an episode of Mad Men.

“What are you doing here?”

She pushed past me and almost knocked me over with her suitcase. “I missed you,” she said as she bent down and placed it on the ground. The thing was fucking huge. I didn’t know how she carried it. For such a little woman, she had more strength than many men I knew.

I closed the door and turned toward her, glancing down the hallway to see if Georgia had heard the doorbell, but luckily she hadn’t. “You could’ve called.”

“Didn’t you miss me?” she asked as she snaked her arms around my stomach and laid her head just below my chest.

I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back as I stared at the hallway. “I’m sorry, Mom. Of course I missed you.”

“I wanted to see how you were.”

“I told you I was fine.”

“You’ve just been so busy. I had to come check on you,” she mumbled into my bare chest.

I sighed and knew what was about to come. I hadn’t told her about Georgia. Mom had never felt anyone was good enough for me in the past. She was the pickiest woman I knew, and telling her about Georgia would just cause more of a headache than keeping my lips sealed.

Just then, the bedroom door creaked and Mom’s eyes flashed up at me. “Is someone here?” she asked in a whisper.

I grimaced. “I have a guest.”

“Another one of those whores?”

“Mom.” I dropped my arms to my side. “She’s not a whore. She’s a good girl. I expect you to be nice to her.”

She shook her head and scowled at me. “What kind of girl stays the night at a man’s place when they aren’t married?”

“This is America, not China.”

Georgia peeked out from around the corner, and her eyes grew wide. “Who is that?” she mouthed.

“Mom,” I said, loud enough for her to hear, “let me get you a hotel while you’re here.”

“I’ll be fine in your guest room,” she said before kicking off her shoes and dropping two more inches. Without her heels, she verged on little-person status, barely making it to the five-foot mark.

Glancing over my mother’s head, I noticed that Georgia had disappeared. I didn’t blame her. I hadn’t told her the nicest stories about my mother, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted this to be the way I’d met her father.

“Mom,” I said when I dropped my eyes to her.

She narrowed her gaze. “I’m staying here. Your women will have to stay elsewhere.”

I started to walk toward the kitchen, taking an extra look down the deserted hallway on my way. “I don’t have women, Mom.”

She followed close on my heels and glanced down the hallway too. “You don’t have a wife either.”

“Keep your voice down,” I told her before reaching for three coffee cups.

“Why?” She went around to the other side of the kitchen island, and I could feel her eyes on me as I poured the coffee.

When I slid the cup in front of her, I confessed, “I’m going to marry this girl. Do not mess it up for me.”

She gasped and her body recoiled. “Married?” she asked and stared up at me with her mouth hanging open.

“Married.” I brought the coffee to my lips.

“Finally,” she said, collapsing into the chair and letting her arms hang down at her sides. “I thought I’d never have grandchildren.”

“Jesus,” I muttered with my lips still around the rim.

“Hello,” Georgia said when she entered the kitchen wearing a baggy T-shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants.

My mother turned, her eyes roaming over Georgia’s body. “Hello,” Mom said in the sweetest tone, shocking me for the second time today. She slid off the stool and walked toward Georgia. “Let me get a good look at you.”

Georgia looked at me like I’d save her, but I didn’t. My mother had never reacted this way to someone, and I was curious about what was about to happen.

My mother walked around her, grabbing at her sides, pinching her arms, and treating her like livestock. But I knew what she was doing. She wanted to be sure that Georgia had the right body to carry my child, her grandchildren.

“What do you do for work?” Mom asked, standing behind Georgia.

Georgia’s jaw tightened. “I’m a librarian.”

I was amused by the situation in front of me. Georgia had a mouth on her, but I knew that she wouldn’t mouth off to my mother. Plus, I knew if she did, my mom would swat her.

“A smart one.” Mom peeked around Georgia’s side and smiled at me. “Finally.”

“Finally?” Georgia asked, glancing over her shoulder at my mom.

“Those other girls were bimbos.”

Georgia laughed. “Oh.”

Mom grabbed Georgia’s hips and squeezed. “Nice.”

“What are you doing?” Georgia asked with a red face.

“Making sure you can have babies. Nice wide hips.”

“They’re not wide,” Georgia barked, swatting my mother’s hands away.

“You better hope they’re wide enough. When Frisco was born,” Mom said, turning to look at me and laugh, “he got stuck. They had to come in with big metal things and pull him out by his head.” She moved her hands like giant scissors. “I’ve never been the same since.”

“Dear God,” Georgia whispered, and the redness of her cheeks lightened. “I don’t want that.”

“It won’t happen to you. You have nice wide hips.”

“Mom,” I said, gently pulling my mom away from Georgia by the shoulders, “women don’t like to hear how wide their hips are.”

“In China—”

“Mom, drink your coffee.” I moved her little body back toward the stool.

“Jesus,” Georgia mouthed and stared at me.

I grinned even though I wanted to laugh. “How long are you staying?”

“A week,” Mom replied into her coffee cup.

I rubbed my face, trying to contain my nonexistent excitement. A fuckin’ week with my mother would feel like a month. She’d be in my shit and never leave the house without me.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t following behind.

“He’s hunting with his friends.”

“Huh,” I mumbled. Didn’t know he was into that.

“He has a new hobby. Really, he just sits his lazy ass in the woods and drinks beer.”

Georgia and I both laughed. “Nice.”

“So, what are we doing today?” she asked, turning the coffee cup in her hand.

“I don’t know,” I told her, pulling Georgia into my arms. “I didn’t really plan on getting out of bed.” I chuckled into Georgia’s hair.

My mother choked, spitting out her coffee into the cup.

Georgia’s phone rang and she walked out of the room.

“Who calls so early?”

“Who comes by so early…unannounced?”

She nodded, knowing I was right, but she didn’t give a shit.

“Hey, Mom,” Georgia said, sauntering back into the kitchen. She paused and stared at me. Taking one hand, she placed it on her face and slowly dragged it down her cheek.

“Tonight?” she asked in a whiny voice. “We’re kind of busy.”

Oh shit. Her mom was inviting us to dinner. This couldn’t end well.

“Well, Frisco’s mom surprised us with a visit.”

There was another pause as her eyes bounced around the room, and she shifted from foot to foot. “Okay,” she said into the phone as all color drained from her face. “We’ll be there at six.”

Fuck me. The nightmare hadn’t even begun, but I could see it plain as day. Her father and my mother together would be a clusterfuck of epic proportions.

Georgia dropped her hand to her side, still holding the phone. “We’re to be at my parents’ for dinner at six, including your mother.”

My head dropped into my hands and I tried to steady my breath. It could be fun, right? I mean, it couldn’t be that bad. They’d have to meet at some point, especially if I planned to marry Georgia, which I did.

“I get to meet your parents?” Mom asked with the biggest smile I’d ever seen her have.

“Seems so,” Georgia replied with the corners of her mouth turned down.

“It’ll be fine,” I lied to her before I walked over and hugged her. “Just fine.”

“You’re not a good liar,” she whispered into my chest.

“I’m hopeful. It’s different.” I laughed.

With my back to my mother, Georgia grabbed my dick. “You better work wonders.”

“Baby, I always make you see God with that.”

She squeezed a little harder. “You know what I mean.”

“It’ll be great,” I lied again and tried not to let my voice crack.

This could make or break us. Even if she didn’t castrate me after tonight, the collision of families could make for a very interesting future. Thank God my mother lived on the other side of the country.

Chapter 22

Colliding Worlds

The initial meeting didn’t go as badly as Georgia and I thought it would. Everyone was on their best behavior. But then Rosie brought out the wine and everything changed.

“This can’t be good,” Georgia whispered in my ear after Rosie poured my mother another glass of wine.

“Nope,” I said in a clipped tone.

She’d never been a drinker, but now that she was on her third glass of wine, things would get interesting. “I think the kids should get married in California.”

Mr. Phillips spat out his wine, spraying the coffee table. “Married?” he asked in a strangled voice.

“They’re getting married,” Mom replied, waving her hands at us violently.

“News to me,” he lied.

I’d talked to him last week and asked for Georgia’s hand in marriage. I thought she’d like that I went the old-school route and got his permission. I’d marry her anyway, but I figured I’d earn a brownie point or two.

Georgia squeezed my knee, digging her fingernails into my jeans so hard I could feel their pinch. “Uh-oh,” she mumbled.

I patted her hand. “We will not,” I said. “First, we’re not even engaged. And second, we live in Florida. We’d get married here if anywhere, Mom.”

“Why aren’t you engaged?” Mrs. Phillips asked, giving me the stink eye as her eyes crossed slightly.

Two half-drunk moms did not equal fun.

“When we’re ready,” Georgia told them, digging her fingernails in farther.

“He’s getting old. He needs babies. You get married.” Mom’s short sentences were thick with her Chinese accent.

“He is kinda old,” Mr. Phillips chimed in.

I took a deep breath, wishing I could escape. “I’m not old.”

“You need to get working on my grandchildren.” Mrs. Phillips pointed her finger at me.

“Not before marriage, of course,” Mr. Phillips added.

“Oh, please. She was in his bed this morning.”

“She was?” Mr. Phillips asked with a red face.

“She was. Their clothes were in the living room,” Mom added, thinking she was the funniest person in the world as she laughed.

I grimaced when she finished. Mr. Phillips looked like he wanted to rip my balls off, and Georgia bowed her head. I didn’t think my mom had noticed the clothes behind the couch, but obviously the woman missed nothing.

“Georgia,” her father barked, gripping the armrest of his chair so tightly his knuckles were white.

“Daddy.”

I squeezed her hand as my stomach flipped. I hated that word.

“She’s a good girl, Mr. Phillips,” I said, snarling at him. I wouldn’t let him make her feel bad for anything we’ve done.

“She’s not like those tramps he’s been with before.”

Way to go, Mom.

“Oh, my baby is finally a womannn,” Mrs. Phillips slurred and poured more wine into her glass.

“Fuck,” Mr. Phillips said.

“Oh God, this is so embarrassing,” Georgia mumbled into her hands.

“Everyone needs to stop talking. Georgia is a good girl. She’s not like any woman I’ve ever met. What she and I do is our own business. I love her and she’ll be my wife. She’s mine and always will be. I will not allow you—” I pointed at her father and tried not to yell “or anyone else to make her feel bad.”

Her father sat there, stunned into silence. He sighed before speaking. “You’re right. My daughter has the gentlest soul on earth.”

I bit my lip because that shit was a complete lie. Georgia had a side to her like a cobra. Get her going and her fangs would come out. Typically, they came in the form of fingernails that dug into my balls like a vise.

Mrs. Phillips threw her husband a challenging look. I was sure Georgia had learned the death claw from someone, and I’d put my money on it being Rosie. “She’s a grown woman.”

“I still think of her as a little girl. My little girl.”

“Let go already,” Mrs. Phillips said and sipped her wine. “We’ll have grandbabies soon.”

“I’m pregnant,” Georgia blurted out and laughed.

My heart stopped. “What?” I asked with eyes wider than they’d ever been.

“What?” her father asked, but he leaped from his chair.

“Oh, honey,” Mrs. Phillips said, smacking herself in the face.

Georgia’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “Kidding!” She laughed. “See, now sleeping with him doesn’t seem as bad as a baby out of wedlock.”

“You about gave me a heart attack,” I said, gripping my chest as I felt my heart begin to beat again.

She nudged my shoulder, almost knocking me over. “Come on. That shit was funny.”

“Like hell it was.”

“Georgia, you are not funny,” Mr. Phillips said as the color returned to his face.

She let out the sweetest laugh I’d ever heard. “You know I am, Dad. Lighten up. Life’s short.”

“Another bottle of wine?” Mrs. Phillips asked.

“No,” I answered quickly. “I have to work tomorrow. We better get going.” I glanced down at my watch and noticed it was after nine.

“Me too,” Georgia added before standing.

My mother turned the wineglass in her hands. “It’s not a real job.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, ready for an argument.

“I wanted him to be a lawyer. It’s a noble profession, but noooo,” she said, drawing out the word. “He had to join the military, and now he’s a private dick.”

Mr. Phillips choked on his wine and glanced at me.

“Mom, this isn’t the place to talk about your disappointment in me.” I took the glass from her hands.

After Mr. Phillips cleared his throat, he leaned forward in his chair. “I think it’s damn noble that he served in the military and became a SEAL, Mrs. Jones.”

I could’ve caught flies with the way my mouth hung open. Shock flooded me that Mr. Phillips had actually stuck up for me to my mother.

“All that training he went through. He could still be in the military and be retiring soon,” Mom whined before rising.

When I entered the Navy, I didn’t hear the end of it. She constantly complained about my decision, reminding me that she’d always planned for me to be a lawyer. Now that I had left, she wished I’d stayed. I could never win with the woman, and this was another prime example.

“If he’d stayed, he wouldn’t have met our baby,” Mrs. Phillips said, rising from the couch before giving Georgia a hug. “We’ve never seen her so happy.”

Georgia smiled at me as her mother squished the life out of her. I smiled back, glancing at Mr. Phillips, who actually had a smile on his face.

Mom stood and looked me up and down with unfocused eyes. “True, but he wouldn’t have been with those whores.”

“Mom,” I said, moving toward her to herd her toward the door. I glanced at Georgia and pleaded with her to leave using nothing but my eyes.

“We better go. I think Mrs. Jones has to be exhausted,” Georgia said before kissing her parents.

“Thanks for dinner,” I called over my shoulder, pushing my mother toward the door.

“I need to say goodbye,” Mom complained, digging the heels of her feet into the carpet.

“Oh, you’ve said enough, Mom.”

Moving quickly, she ducked my arms and walked behind me, making a beeline for Georgia’s parents. “Thank you for everything,” she said and held out her hand to Mrs. Phillips. “I can’t wait to see you at the wedding.”

Mrs. Phillips grabbed my mother and hugged her. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Mom wasn’t the most affectionate person in the world, and I blamed it mostly on her heritage, but Mrs. Phillips was the complete opposite.

“You can bet your ass on it,” Mrs. Phillips told Mom when she released her.

“You’re welcome,” Mr. Phillips said and shook her hand instead of hugging her as his wife had.

“Thanks,” I said as I held out my hand.

He glanced down and placed his hand in mine. “You’re welcome, kid.” He winked.

Ever since we’d had “the talk” when I asked for Georgia’s hand in marriage, we’d come to a mutual understanding. He dropped his dick routine and treated me as an equal. It was either because of that or because of the way I handled the asshole who ran Georgia off the road, but things between us had shifted.

Georgia walked toward the door with my mom next to her and me following close behind. “Night.”

Once outside, Mom walked in front of us down the long drive toward the car.

“We survived,” Georgia said, lacing her arm with mine.

“Barely,” I grumbled.

“Could’ve been worse.”

“How?”

Mom leaned against the car and yawned. “How far away does Georgia live? I’m tired and don’t want to drive far to drop her off.”

I peered down at Georgia and laughed. “She’s not going home, Mom. She’s staying the night with me.”

“But I’m staying the night,” she said with wide eyes.

“You’re in the guest room.”

“You better take me home,” Georgia whispered, since we were within earshot.

“Nonsense,” I whispered back and looked at my mom. “She’s staying in my bed.”

My mother’s mouth twisted, but she didn’t say anything. I opened her door and she climbed in. “Hussy,” she murmured as I closed the door.

I closed my eyes. My mother had a sharp tongue and always knew how to horrify and embarrass me. Her behavior had to be stopped. I wouldn’t let her decide who shared my bed with me.

Georgia began to laugh.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. “What’s so funny?” I asked and sighed.

“Thank fuck she lives on the other side of the country,” Georgia said through her laughter.

“That shit ain’t no lie.” I laughed too before I kissed her, holding her in my arms until my mom began to knock on the window.

“We going?” she yelled inside and continued to knock on the glass.

“We better go,” Georgia murmured against my lips. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

I shook my head and grinned. “She’s had so much wine, she’ll be out as soon as her head hits the pillow.”

“It’s still going to suck.” Georgia glanced over her shoulder at my mom, who hadn’t let up.

“Babe, tonight you’re going to learn about how fantastic sex can be when there’s a risk you might get caught.”

“Oh, no. We can’t.” Her eyes grew wide.

“Oh, yes, we will.”

“Fuck,” she said.

“I plan to,” I said, and I chuckled before opening her door.

She climbed in silently and stared straight ahead. I’d planted the seed and given her something to think about. Tonight, whether my mom was there or not, I needed to be inside her.

Mrs. Jones had cock-blocked enough pussy in my time, but tonight wouldn’t be another opportunity for her.