Текст книги "Unlawful Desire "

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Chapter 5

Shock and Awe

My brain buzzed from the six tequila shots I’d had before I called uncle. Georgia didn’t seem drunk at all. When she called the waitress over, ready to order shot number seven, I gave in.

The entire time we drank, we talked and laughed. One thing I learned was that not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but she was witty. She’d be a deadly combination to my heart. I had to keep reminding myself that she was too young. I couldn’t let myself touch her.

City and Sunshine decided to drive us home. As I slid out of the car, Georgia followed, catching me totally by surprise.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning around just as the rain began to fall.

“I live far and you’re closer to the bar.” Her body swayed in the raindrops. “I thought, in the morning, you could take me to get my car.” Her chin dipped before she averted her gaze. Her face was almost hidden by the wet strands of her hair¸ but I could see her smile.

My reply should’ve been, “Get your ass back in the car and sleep it off at Sunshine’s.” But that wasn’t the case.

I was horny and buzzed and her dress had started to soak through. As she stood there with her nipples erect, her outfit drenched, and my dick hard as a fuckin’ rock, I said, “Sounds good to me.”

Way to go, genius.

We weren’t even inside my house five minutes before our mouths collided. Fireworks went off behind my eyelids, the nerve endings in my body became hyperaware of her touch, and my buzz amplified when I tasted her.

Taking a step forward, I backed her up against the wall and kissed her with more force and need than I’d ever experienced before.

The coolness of our damp skin as our hands ravaged each other made her warm mouth even more delectable.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss.

No. There was nothing sweet about it—this was entirely primal.

My body craved her warmth, her taste, and her flesh. As her hands slid under my shirt and her fingernails raked across my stomach, my breathing faltered.

“Fuck,” I said, trying to find air to fill my lungs.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, digging her nails into my flesh.

Using my weight, I crushed her body harder against the wall, causing her hands to find their way to my back. They inched up my skin and rested on my shoulder blades.

We shared air, feeding each other with our lips, and passed it back and forth. I held her face in my hands as I ravaged her mouth.

I couldn’t take it any longer.

I wanted more.

I needed it.

My lips left hers, blazing a trail down her chin to her neck. When my tongue met her flesh, her nails raked down my back, scratching me. I cried out when my skin broke and the warm blood started to trickle from the cuts.

“Jesus, Georgia,” I said against her neck before tugging her skin between my teeth.

She hissed, tipping her head back and giving me better access. Her skin slipped between my lips and I tasted her flesh. I loved every minute of it—her softness, her warmth, her smell that was so intoxicating I couldn’t get enough. My hands trailed a path down her shoulders, finding her breasts with the sides of my thumbs.

“Wait,” she whispered and grabbed my sides.

“What’s wrong, baby?” My mouth moved past her collarbone, making a beeline for her cleavage.

“I can’t do thisss,” she stammered, tensing in my arms.

I dipped my tongue between her tits. “Can’t do what?” I asked, praying she wasn’t going to leave me hanging with a hard-on the size of a Louisville Slugger.

“We can’t have sex,” she yelped, trying to pushing me away.

I froze and my stomach plummeted, but not in that good flip-flop way. “Why not?” I stood up, looking her in the eyes. “You don’t want me?”

“It’s not that, Frisco. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

“I would never force myself on you. I just have to know why.” I backed away and dropped my hands from her body.

“Well, I’m a vir—” she started and looked up at the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

“No,” I groaned, shaking my head like a madman.

No fucking way.

“Yes,” she whispered before her head fell forward and she stared at the floor. “I’m a virgin, Frisco. I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”

Her words couldn’t be true.

I hadn’t kissed a virgin since high school, and she did not kiss like they did. Georgia screamed sex, and to think that no one had been inside her was unfathomable.

I clutched my forehead. “Wow.” I dragged my hand down my face, wishing she had been joking. How could this be happening?

“I know,” she whispered and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “We can kiss; I’m just not ready for more.”

“It’s okay,” I told her and adjusted my cock in my pants. How could I be pissed?

“Do you hate me?” Her sad eyes found mine.

Please let this be a test and not the truth. “No, babe. I don’t hate you. I could kiss you all night and be a happy man,” I said, lying through my teeth.

She took a step forward, resting her hands on my arms. “We can fool around and kiss, but no fucking.”

I kissed her lips, gentler than I had before. “I can live with that.” I pulled my face away and wondered exactly what fooling around meant. “Can I touch your pussy?” It sounded more like I was begging her. Which I probably was at this point—but I’d never admit it.

She giggled, running her hands up my arms and tucking them inside my sleeves. “You can. I’m so horny I may explode at any damn second. Virginity is a bitch.”

“I’d have to agree.”

I tried to block out the knowledge that she was a virgin, but it was impossible. With more trepidation than I’d had since I was a kid, I kissed a path to her cleavage, finding the spot where she’d dropped the news on me.

Her breasts were perfectly lush and made to be touched. She clawed at my skin as I licked between her breasts, finding the raindrops that had settled there. My hands glided down her dress, settling near the hem.

Fuck.

The pressure of knowing she was a virgin had me on edge and uneasy. I kissed the tops of her breasts, nipping them with my teeth while I debated touching her pussy. Before I could make a decision, she placed her hand over mine, pulling our hands up her thigh.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered.

I swallowed hard, wanting to protest. I wasn’t scared, was I?

I hadn’t felt fear with a woman since the first time I touched one, but knowing that she hadn’t been with a man sure as fuck made me nervous. I wasn’t afraid I’d hurt her. I was afraid that once I tasted her sweetness, I wouldn’t be able to fucking stop.

With my face still planted in her cleavage, I murmured against her breast, “I’m not afraid, babe. I’m just savoring the moment.”

She spread her legs wider, begging without words for me to touch her. Sliding my hand between her legs, I cupped her pussy, feeling the warmth radiating through her lace panties.

My already rock-hard dick grew bigger inside my already too tight jeans. The poor thing was shit out of luck tonight. Georgia wasn’t going to be a wild fuck. If I was lucky, I’d get a hand job out of the deal or I’d end up giving myself one tonight to get some relief.

I pushed her panties to the side. She wasn’t just wet—she was dripping for me when I touched her.

She wanted this as much as I did.

As my fingertips glided across her silkiness, my eyes rolled back in my head. With the combination of her moans, the feel of her cunt, and the way my prick was about to break off, I thought I’d pass out. I’d never wanted to be inside someone as much as I wanted to be inside her with no chance of it ever happening.

I worked my way back to her mouth, needing to quiet her moans before I lost all control. I swallowed her gasp as I inched one digit inside her. I’d told women before that they were tight, but it had always been bullshit. Her pussy clamped down hard on my finger, and I knew there was no way in hell I’d get another one inside without hurting her.

My finger curled, touching her G-spot. I worked it in and out of her. Her back arched as her mouth grew slack against mine.

“Fuck yes,” she mumbled, spreading her legs wider.

I wrapped my arm around her, trying to keep her upright as I finger-fucked her.

Kissing her as a distraction wasn’t working. My entire body had grown tense and even more rigid than the cock in my pants. I needed to taste her, lose myself in her pussy, and lick my way to happiness.

I broke the kiss and let my finger slide out of her. “I have to taste you,” I told her before I dropped to my knees.

She nodded, staring down at me with her lips parted and bee-stung.

I set one of her legs on my shoulder, bringing my face directly in front of the place I wanted to bury myself in the most. Her breathing changed as my warm breath skidded across her panties. I should’ve removed them before I started to prop her up on my shoulder, but I wasn’t about to start over again. Before I drew her other leg up, I reached under her dress, grabbed the side of her panties, and pulled. There wasn’t time for formalities. They shredded easily, falling from her skin and pooling in my fist.

“Well, fuck.” She smacked her head on the wall and groaned.

I glanced up at her and winked. “I won’t let anything come between me and eating your pussy like my very life depends on it, Georgia. Just relax.”

She nodded, closing her eyes.

I steadied her, holding her ass a little tighter when I lifted her other leg over my shoulder, walking backward on my knees to get better access.

Using my shoulders to hold her up, I placed her dress over my head and moved in for the kill. Her scent hit me first, causing my mouth to water. There’s nothing sweeter than the smell of pussy.

As my tongue touched her wetness, I knew I’d never tasted something so divine. It was probably my imagination, but fuck me, I could’ve drunk at the fountain of Georgia and lived off it alone.

My fingertips dug into her ass and I licked her clit, stroking it gently at first. She shuddered in my arms, tangling her fingers in my hair. I regretted the position, wishing I had laid her down.

Her scent and smell made my brain cloudy with want. Finding her tight opening dripping with need, I cupped it in my tongue and swallowed each drop. The overly sweet liquid pooled in my mouth and mixed with my saliva.

I drove forward, licking harder than I had before, unable to control my desire. She writhed in my arms, pushing her pussy farther into my face. The damn dress was in the way of me seeing her face clearly. I wanted to see her come undone in my arms.

Within moments, her breathing changed and her body grew rigid. As her fingers gripped my hair like a vise, her body quaked and her breathing halted.

I didn’t let up, sucking her clit into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When her body dipped and she sucked in a breath, I knew I’d done my job and done it like a fuckin’ champ.

I knew I’d never be in this position again—between her legs, drunk on lust for her. This was a one-time thing. I’d never fuck a virgin and be the asshole they regretted their entire life.

Slowly I placed her legs back on the ground and held her waist. She swayed, and I stood before her, transfixed. Her pupils were dilated, lips parted, and cheeks pinked in the afterglow I’d caused.

“You okay?” I asked before licking her wetness from my lips.

“Yeah.” Her voice was airy and light. “I couldn’t be better.”

I wanted to say that at least one of us was, but I kept my mouth shut.

As I backed away, she reached out and grabbed my hand. “Where ya going?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. My only thought was to get away from her before my cock took over and I ended up trying to talk her into fucking me.

Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my pants. “What about you?”

I reached in my pants, trying to get it to lay a different way. “I’ll be fine.”

“Frisco.” She pushed herself off the wall and took a step toward me. “I said I was a virgin, not a newbie. I can suck a mean cock.” A sinful smile spread across her face as she lifted an eyebrow. “Interested?”

My knees weakened at the thought of her beautiful red lips wrapped around my shaft, working me for everything she was worth. “Oh.” Seriously, she wasn’t a teenager. Why did I have a vision of her never being touched before in my head? Naturally, she’d done other things.

She kicked off her heels and dropped to her knees right in front of me. My heart stopped before it jumped back to life, beating uncontrollably.

She glanced up and grabbed my jeans, pulling me forward. Working the zipper like a pro before she yanked the denim down my hips and my cock sprang free, slapping her face.

Fuckin’ thing had a mind of its own, and it knew exactly where it wanted to be—nestled in her warm, sweet mouth.

She giggled, staring up at me when it continued to bob. After it finally stopped moving, her eyes dropped and she froze.

“Oh, someone has some jewels.”

“I wouldn’t call it jewelry.” I placed my hands on my hips and stared down at her.

“Whatever it is—” she reached out and touched my dick “it’s beautiful.”

While I loved the chitchat about my beautiful manhood, all I wanted was for it to be in her mouth. I didn’t want to talk about my ampallang piercing or all the things it could’ve done to her. I just wanted to come and feel the same ecstasy that still buzzed through her veins while I stood here in agony.

“You don’t have to do this.” I didn’t mean a fucking word. I didn’t want to say, “Just put it in your mouth already,” because that would make me a jerk, which I was.

She passed my hardened shaft back and forth between her palms and licked the tip. Motherfucking fireworks exploded in my head. My dick twitched, aching for more attention, and nudged her lips.

When she finally placed it in her mouth, everything in the world disappeared. I became lost in sensations. She worked my shaft in her mouth, caressing the tip with her tongue with each stroke.

I shuddered, trying to stop my body from swaying from the overwhelming need I felt. I couldn’t concentrate. She stroked my cock with both hands and sucked it like it wasn’t the first one in her mouth.

Don’t think about that.

I was a mess.

I didn’t want to think about her virginity, but I also didn’t want to think about every other loser she’d had in her mouth. I was at a complete and utter loss.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind and felt the orgasm building inside me. My balls tightened, my thighs burned, and everything inside me was ready to burst. Not even two minutes into the blow job and I growled through the most amazing orgasm of my life.

Through my hazy vision, I watched as her lips popped off my tip, causing my entire body to spring forward, instantly missing the feel of her tender skin on mine.

I stood there, unable to move or speak as I watched her swallow.

She wiped her lips, sucking her finger into her mouth.

Georgia was more than I’d ever imagined and everything I couldn’t have.

Tomorrow morning, I’d set shit straight and get on with my life.

Chapter 6

The Big V

“Did ya nail her?” Bear asked before I had both feet inside the office.

“What?”

“Georgia. Did you nail her?” he repeated before he plopped his ass in the chair across from my desk.

I dropped my briefcase under my desk and took a deep breath. I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off my building anger when I sat down. “It’s none of your business.”

He leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. “You’re losing your touch, buddy. It’s okay. We can’t all hit a home run every time.”

“Bear, it’s more complicated than that.”

“Sure.”

I rubbed my forehead, trying to work out the stress that had settled there since Georgia walked out my front door. I wasn’t angry at Bear for being his normal asshole self—that, I always expected—but I was angry at myself for being an asshole to Georgia. “Seriously. It’s complicated, and you wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s complicated?” James asked, walking into my office with a bagel hanging from his mouth and files in his hands.

Privacy at ALFA PI was almost impossible unless there was a client meeting. Although the office was filled with men, they were more gossipy than a church-lady group.

“Frisco struck out with Georgia,” Bear told him.

James sat down next to him and pulled the bagel out of his mouth. “That hot, pinup-looking chick at Gigi’s party?”

I dropped my head onto my desk, wishing I could start this day over. “Can everyone just leave?”

“Nah,” James replied. “We have to talk about Georgia.”

I lifted my head and stared at them. “Don’t we have work to do?”

“It can wait. We have a meeting in ten minutes. What happened with the girl?” James stuffed part of the bagel in his mouth.

“I just told her I couldn’t see her again.”

Bear’s mouth dropped open, and James stopped midchew and gawked.

“It wouldn’t work out between her and me. I made sure to put an end to it before anything started.” There was truth to my words, but there was no way in hell I’d tell them she was a virgin.

Not happening. Ever.

If Bear found out, he’d be all over her like a rabid dog looking for fresh meat. I certainly wasn’t going to let him have her, even if I wouldn’t allow myself to traverse those waters.

“Are you not over your shit with Jeanine yet, man? Get the fuck over what happened with that whore.”

I pointed at Bear and snarled. “Keep your mouth shut.”

“Fucker.” He leaned forward and batted at my hand. “Get your dick out of your ass and get over her. It’s time to move on. Georgia would be a great comeback.”

I threw myself back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

Georgia was more than a comeback—she was like the freakin’ World Series and Super Bowl rolled into one.

I didn’t know how many times I’d told myself that. I don’t know if I was buying my bullshit or if I was trying to make myself believe it as the truth.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “It has nothing to do with Jeanine. I hadn’t even thought about her.”

I hadn’t realized it before, but she hadn’t entered my mind since the moment Georgia walked into the Neon Cowboy. The woman, and I use that term loosely, who had ripped my heart out hadn’t even been a fleeting thought over the last thirty-six hours. Thoughts of Georgia had replaced her.

“Tell us what happened.” Bear tried to get me to answer him again, looking at me with concern. Really, the fucker wanted to hear the juicy details.

“Didn’t you get laid this weekend?” I asked, changing the subject. “Why don’t you regale us with your conquests?”

“Just another trashy biker broad.”

“Classy,” I mumbled and ran my fingers through my hair.

Thomas popped his head into the office, slapping the wall. “Let’s go, guys.”

“Let’s hit it.” James stood and stuffed the rest of the bagel in his mouth.

I had been saved, at least for a little while.

“This shit isn’t over,” Bear told me before we walked into the hallway.

“It’s done and in the past.”

“Uh-huh.”

I took a deep breath and entered the conference room. Thankfully, I’d have something else to think about for the next hour.

Who the fuck was I kidding? Georgia was like a hurricane that smashed into my borders and created mayhem around me. Not only did she leave devastation in her wake, she caused chaos inside me.

No matter how many times I told myself not to think about her, she was the only thing on my mind.

Even on my way to work this morning, the song “Georgia” by Vance Joy started to play. Instead of turning it off, I listened to each word carefully and knew at that moment that I was totally and completely fucked.

As Thomas started the meeting, my phone beeped.

Sunshine: What the heck did you do to Georgia?

My stomach dropped. Who wasn’t in my shit today about her?

Me: Nothing, Sun. I swear to God.

I turned my screen off and ignored her.

“How’s the case with the wife?” James asked.

“Good,” I replied without skipping a beat. “I’m going to wrap it up this week. I have to get a better photo of them together, but she’s almost completely satisfied.”

“At least one person is,” Bear mumbled.

I kept my eyes glued to James. “Good. Here are three more cases we’d like you to take a look at and contact the clients.” He slid the files across the table.

I grabbed the papers, pulling them in front of me. “I’m on it.”

Another beep made me glance down.

Sunshine: She’s in tears. She just keeps mumbling your name.

What the fuck?

I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. The last thing I wanted was Sunshine and, in turn, City pissed off at me. I just wanted to end things with Georgia before they started.

I guess technically the moment I placed my mouth against her soft, wet mouth things could have officially started, but I refused to believe it. I turned the phone over in my hand, debating on how to answer her.

Me: In a meeting. Can’t talk.

I took the coward’s way out. I set my phone on the table and started to rifle through the cases James had assigned to me. My eyes flickered to my phone when the screen turned on.

Sunshine: We aren’t done.

I grimaced but didn’t make a sound or reply. The last thing I wanted to do had been to draw more attention to myself. The gossip girls were around the table, and I wasn’t going to be on top of today’s list of people to make fun of.

I read through the files front to back as cases were doled out around the table.

“Any other business before we adjourn?” Thomas asked when I looked up.

“Nope,” I replied, glancing back down at my papers.

“Well…” Bear cleared his throat.

“Bear,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Nothing here.” He laughed.

“Smart,” I mumbled.

“Then let’s get to work. We have more new clients coming in today and more work to give out later this week. It may be Tuesday, but there’s too much to do without slackin’ off.” James’ tone was serious.

I wanted to laugh. Although we all pulled our weight and worked our asses off for the company, they always found time to slack. That was the number one thing I loved about working here. It wasn’t business all the time. I felt at home here, the camaraderie much like a brotherhood or a family.

I was the first one to grab my papers and head for the door. When I stepped into the hallway, I stopped midstep. City stood outside my office door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and looking angry.

“City.” I tried to keep my voice from betraying the shock and worry I felt at him being here. “What’s up, man?”

“We gotta talk.”

“Surrre,” I said, motioning toward my office. “Let’s go inside.”

He opened the door and I trailed behind, keeping my distance.

Sweat started to form on my brow line. I had never been afraid of City, but I sure as hell never wanted to piss him off.

“What’s up?” I asked, walking around my desk.

“Listen, Frisco,” he said as he rubbed his forehead and sat down. “Sorry for the display out there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not pissed at you. Suzy asked me to talk with you, and I know she’ll call Angel to see if I did. I had to make sure I looked angry so word wouldn’t get back to the wife. Got me?” He laughed and shook his head. “Fuckin’ women.”

Suddenly the lump that had formed in my throat vanished. “Thank God. I thought you were here to beat my ass.”

“Nah, bud. What happened with G? I thought you liked her.” He leaned back in the chair, his shoulders and body relaxing.

“City, what do you know about her?”

“Not much, but if you say she has a dick, I’m not going to believe you.”

“Nothing like that, fucker.”

“I only know that Suzy loves her and thinks you two would be great together. When my wife calls upset, I act on it.”

“I know.” I blew out a hard breath. “She’s different than other girls.”

“You found one of those?”

“One of what?” I asked, straightening my back and playing stupid.

“A girl you can’t imagine life without.”

I held my hands up. “Wait a minute. I’m not saying that. She’s just different.”

“So was my Suzy. That’s why I wanted her so badly. I knew the moment I found out she was different that I wanted no one but her in my life.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” I gripped the armrests, feeling the blood drain from my knuckles.

“Stop lying to yourself. What’s so different about Georgia that you threw her ass out? You’ve never thrown anyone away. I know you, Frisco,” he said as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. “You never burn a bridge to pussy heaven.”

I laughed, caught completely off guard by his statement. It didn’t sound like something I’d heard him say in a long, long time. “It’s not that.”

“Well, stop telling me what it isn’t and start spilling your guts about what it is. Why is this girl in knots today, and why in the fuck am I getting calls from my wife telling me she’s going to kick you in the balls?”

“I didn’t throw Georgia out of my house. I swear to God, that didn’t happen. I just told her we couldn’t see each other again.”

“Ever?” City asked, resting his index finger against his lips as he stared at me. “I mean, there’s more. You have the woman in tears.”

“My cock is just that amazing.” It was not my place to tell the story of Georgia’s sex life, or lack thereof.

City rolled his eyes and smashed his hands together. “I can see I’m going to get nothing out of you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Did you do something that would make me want to kick your ass?”

I shook my head and frowned. “I was such a gentleman, you’d give me a pat on the back.”

His eyebrows drew together. “You didn’t fuck her?”

“Nope. I didn’t.”

“Then what the fuck is she so upset about?”

I cleared my throat and decided to spill the beans. “I’ll tell you, but it does not leave this room.”

“Swear.” He held up two fingers, giving me a bullshit scout’s honor.

“She’s a virgin,” I blurted.

His eyebrows shot up and almost grazed his hairline. “A what?”

“A virgin,” I repeated, speaking more slowly.

“Well, fuck.” He scrubbed his hands over his face.

I nodded and closed my eyes, taking a moment to let that reality set in. “Yeah. It’s a total clusterfuck.”

He stood and started to pace in front of my desk. “But then I don’t get why she’s so upset.”

“We messed around a little, and in the morning, I told her I couldn’t see her again.”

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face me. “You what?”

I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the tension that I could feel building. “I can’t see that girl again.”

“She’s like the Holy motherfuckin’ Grail, Frisco. I would’ve killed to have had Suzy be a virgin when I met her.”

His reaction matched that of probably eighty percent of the male population in the world, but not mine.

“You married Sunshine. I have no plans on settling down with Georgia—or anyone. I’m not going to be the one to take her virginity either.”

“Georgia isn’t Jeanine.”

I resisted the urge to do a face plant on my desk. “I know. Jeanine couldn’t keep her legs closed.”

He rested his hands on the desk. “Just listen to me for a minute.” He paused, holding his hand up before he stood. “You wanted a relationship. You’re a lot like me, but you’re waiting for the right girl. What’s better than a virgin? You won’t have to worry about her fucking around. I really like Georgia. I think she’s perfect for you.”

“City.” My voice was laced with warning. “I just need to stay away from anything involving commitment. Georgia is a great girl, but just not for me.”

He walked toward the door and paused. “I got ya.” He opened the door, and when he walked out, I swear he mumbled, “We’ll see about that.”

I set my face in my hands, pressing the fleshy part of my palm into my eyes. I could see no one was going to let sleeping dogs lie. I’d do everything in my power to make everyone realize I wasn’t the guy for her.