If Helen discovers I’ve slept with Georgie, she’s pressing charges. She’s counting on my roving dick. This is the greatest setup of my life. I was a fool to accept the challenge.
The war I’m waging to straighten her out is tearing down each of my carefully constructed walls. I’ve already given in to the inevitable and fucked her.
She’s a free spirit and almost untamable. Helen needs me to keep her with me until she deals with Cassandra and Parnell. She counted on Georgie choosing me. I’m not sure what would’ve happened if she hadn’t. None of them have deemed her important enough to call. Once Helen says she wants Georgie back, I’m supposed to follow the orders. She’s through with all my change of plans. After Denver, I have to say goodbye to Georgie.
Or else.
I can’t see her returning to people who don’t give a fuck about her. Maybe, I can broker another deal with her grandmother—beg on Georgie’s behalf—and send Georgie back to Ocean Springs, when I leave for Europe.
Although our affair is morally and legally wrong, I do care about her.
Raising her hands above her head, she thrusts her hips and slides her hands along the curve of her waist.
I narrow my eyes to Adam and he pauses the music. Georgie glares at me. Sam looks relieved, as if I saved him from jumping out of his skin.
“Nice meeting you,” I tell him.
He’s thrown completely off-kilter. I know the fucking feeling.
“I was thinking of getting a head start tomorrow,” he says. “Give Georgie pretests to see where she’s at academically.”
To hide my wince, I slide my hand over my face.
She smirks at me. “Will I have cute little school uniforms to wear? Plaid skirts and white blouses?”
She’s picked up on my jealousy and she’s fucking with me. I can’t wait until Sam leaves. I give her a cold smile.
Curiosity lights his eyes. He’s wondering what the fuck this girl is doing with a bunch of fucking rockers. The first time he gets her alone, he’s going to question her.
Why would Helen leave it to me to hire a tutor, instead of using her scary determination to intimidate someone to her will, and send the person with us?
My dick has always gotten me into trouble. It has this time around, too. There it is. Helen’s true motives, and none are for Georgie.
Cassandra.
Not much perturbs Dad, so Helen somehow discovered something about Mom. Nothing else would encourage my father to spill family secrets he’s so carefully hidden.
Rage infuses me as it all runs through my head. Coupled with Georgie’s antics, I’ve worked myself into an irrational state, so the moment Sam leaves, I crook my finger to Georgie. When she reaches me, I take her by the elbow and drag her toward the bedroom I’ll use. As I slam the door closed, I release her.
“Follow me.”
Even as I direct my feet toward the bathroom, I’m flinging my clothes away. By the time I lean in to turn on the shower, I’m naked. When I turn around, Georgie’s still dressed.
Defiance is brewing in her eyes, so I waste no time in tearing her shirt off her. I shove her in the shower and she screams at the frigid temperature. Standing behind her, I turn her toward the flow of the water and hold her, allowing the stream to hit her chin, chest, and belly. Her jeans are plastered to her and her Chucks are soaked.
“Stop, stop, please. It’s too cold.”
At my wit’s end and frustrated to the extreme, I place my lips against her ear, chinning away some of her hair. “You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you? Do you tease dicks for fun or to jerk my fucking chains? Which is it?”
She’s shivering and sobbing.
“I told you not to fuck with me. I told you to fucking listen. Didn’t I?”
“Y-yes,” she says through chattering teeth.
“Are you going to fuck with me again?”
She shakes her head vigorously and I spin her around. Hand on her shoulder, I push her to her knees, hissing when the cold water hits me. Hot water in hotels are fucking cold. Cold water is fucking freezing.
I tap my dick against her lips. She opens for me, sucking me in. She may be freezing, but I’m suddenly burning up.
Once she finishes me off, I instruct her to get out and remove the rest of her clothes. Her skin is ice cold. I pray she hasn’t gotten hypothermia. Other than using my belt on her, I have no fucking clue on how to get through to her.
I add in hot water. The slight warm up feels good on my skin. We’ve stopped in Charleston mainly to pick up Georgie’s tutor, so the hotel we’re staying at isn’t quite as luxurious as what I’m accustomed to.
The shower door opens and Georgie steps back in, her arms wrapped around her waist. I pull her in front of me and allow the warmer water to flow over her. She’s silent as I wash her, exploring her body as I go along, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm again, and then leaving her without completion.
Finished, we get out. I wrap a towel around my waist, before scrubbing another through my wet hair, and placing it on my neck. Georgie stands meekly there, dripping water all over the floor.