by Chelle Bliss
“Listen, Georgia.” I held my hands up because I didn’t want to fight. “I like you. You’re beautiful. But I’m not looking for a relationship right now. My head isn’t right. Plus, there’s the issue with your age.”
“Hold up.” She gave me the hand, shushing me. “First off, who gives a fuck what age I am? It’s a number and nothing more. Secondly, who said I wanted a relationship? Are you that full of yourself that you think every woman wants to spend eternity with you?”
“Well, I…um.” I touched her arm and felt that damn flip-flop in my stomach, followed by a spark. “G, come on. You just want to fuck me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Say yes. Please say yes.
Her face tightened. “I thought we could be friends.”
Kiss of death!
I didn’t want to be friends. I had enough friends and didn’t need one with tits and sweet lips I’d like to see sucking on my cock.
No. Friends wouldn’t be possible.
“Men and women can never be just friends.”
Her head snapped back and her eyes widened. “Why the fuck not?”
I liked her—she was fuckin’ hot, smart, and probably had everything I’d ever wanted in a woman. But there was no way I’d risk my friendship with Sunshine and City over a woman.
“Because every time I see you, all I’ll think about is fucking you and nothing else,” I whispered in her ear.
She gasped “So what? Think what you want. That doesn’t have to affect our friendship.” She gaped at me as I backed away.
I rubbed my lips, watching her eyes follow their path. “I’ll want to act on it.”
“If you want me that badly, why not take me on a date?” She pursed her lips. “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
“Why the hell do you want to go on a date with me?”
“I had a bad breakup, and you’re the complete opposite of my last boyfriend. I thought you could be fun.”
Fun. I could be fun.
“Babe, I’m so much fun you’d never be able to go back to your bland men again.”
She rolled her eyes. “God, he was so boring. Watching paint dry was more entertaining than spending time with Brent.”
“Brent?” I asked, almost choking. “The name alone says it all.”
“I know.” Her eyes flickered to the floor. “But if you’re not man enough to take me on a date, I get it.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m pretty irresistible.”
The corner of her mouth twitched and her eyes twinkled. “You’re okay.”
“I’ll give you one date. That’s it. It’ll get Sunshine off my back, and you’ll realize that I’m the worst thing for you right now.”
“Why?”
“Because you won’t be able to get enough of me. If you fall in love, that’s on you.” My eyes slid down her body, slowly and with purpose.
She swatted my shoulder. “You’re so full of shit.”
I threw my hands up, looking toward the floor, and shook my head. “I warned ya.”
“I think I can handle a night with you and not fall in love. I’m over love.”
“Me too,” I muttered.
“How about…” Her hand settled on my arm, her red fingernails looking spectacular against my skin. I bet they’d look better wrapped around my dick with her matching lips working the tip in and out of her mouth. “Are you listening to me?” She dug her nails into my skin.
I nodded and gave her my full attention. “Yeah, I’m just waiting to see what you’re going to say,” I lied.
“Let’s go out, have some drinks, and celebrate our newfound freedom. What do you say?”
“How do you know mine’s new?” I cocked my head, furrowing my brow.
“Suzy told me. So, you in?”
Fucking Suzy and her trap. “You’re gonna wanna fuck me,” I told her and licked my lips, wishing I could do her right now. Maybe I’d get her out of my system that way. It took everything in me not to stare at her breasts. Why couldn’t she wear a fuckin’ turtleneck or some shit?
“I’m a hundred percent certain that I can resist your charms.”
“We’ll see. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Whatcha two talking about?” Sunshine asked.
I jumped, clutching my chest. “Fuck, you scared me.”
“Oh, stop. So, when’s the date?” She bumped me with her body.
I glanced at Georgia, deflecting the question. “You tell her.”
“Well…” Georgia paused and chewed on her lip. “We haven’t set a date, but we’re going to celebrate our shitty exes.”
Sunshine’s smile faded and she moved her face between us. “But that’s not sexy.”
“Oh, it is,” I argued.
“I’ll never understand people,” Sunshine said and rolled her eyes. “You two are crazy.”
“Maybe, Sunshine. Maybe.”
She walked away, shaking her head and moving her hands around in the air. Probably ranting and raving about how I was an asshole, and she’d be right.
“I’ll give you my number, and when you’re ready for a little action, you can call me.”
The corner of that sexy mouth curved up. “Is it little?” she asked, turning her head and bringing her ear near my mouth. “You can tell me.”
“Baby, it’s so big it would split your fine little ass in two.”
She threw her head back, held her stomach, and laughed. “You’re a funny man.” Her white teeth glistened despite the dim lighting of the Neon Cowboy.
Even her laugh made me hard. I had a huge problem. She could be my worst nightmare and my biggest regret. Georgia needed to not be on my mind.
“You want a drink while we’re here?”
She wiped the tears from her eyes, carefully working around her eyeliner. “Tequila.”
“I didn’t know librarians liked tequila.”
“We’re people too.” She wrinkled her nose and finally looked at me like I was a douche.
“I know. I know.” I leaned against the bar and hailed the bartender before ordering our drinks.
She rested her stomach on the bar with her chin in her palm. “Looking at you, I could make a few assumptions that probably aren’t true.” She tapped her nails against the bar.
“Like what?” I fanned my hands against the bar and dug them into the surface, bracing myself.
She smirked, raking her eyes over my face and arms. “Well, you look like an asshole.” She laughed, dropping her head forward.
“Cheap shot.”
“You’re probably a roughneck. Most likely, you fuck anything with two legs.”
“Not true,” I said as our drinks were placed on the bar. I handed her the tequila and I grabbed my beer, taking a quick sip. All the talking had made my throat dry and scratchy, or maybe it was Georgia.
“How so?” she asked before slamming back the tequila and setting the glass down.
I gawked at her. I’d never seen a lady drink tequila like she had. It didn’t seem to affect her. “I don’t fuck dudes.”
She rolled her eyes. “Another,” she called out to the bartender and waved her arm, pointing at her empty glass.
“Don’t you think you should take it easy?”
“You do you, and I’ll do me.”
I leaned over, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “I can’t even begin to describe how sexy that statement is. When you do you, can I watch?” My lips brushed against her ear.
She shivered. “Never going to happen.”
“You never know,” I whispered.
“I don’t do the bad-boy thing. I can already tell that you aren’t the right kind of man for me.”
“I’m all kinds of wrong, Georgia, but in the best way possible.” I stroked my fingertips over the top of her hand. I tried to get rid of her and my kindness didn’t work. Maybe if my other side came out, I’d run her off, screaming for the hills.
She swallowed hard, lifted the second tequila shot to her lips with her
“I got you scared.”
“Hardly. I’m here to meet new friends, not monopolize your time.”
I glanced at the table, seeing all eyes on us. “After you.” I held my arm out, waiting for her to walk first.
“You just want to look at my ass,” she teased. She straightened her back, took a step in front of me, and shook her ass.
“Maybe.” My eyes were glued to her ass, and I was totally busted when she turned around. “View isn’t bad from here.” Dear God, I’d forgotten how amazing the ass of a chick in her early twenties truly was; I bet I could bounce a quarter off it.
“Hey, Frisco.” A smirk spread across her face. “Don’t fall in love.” She winked and my knees weakened.
This wasn’t me. I wasn’t ready.
So far my master plan of being a dick of epic proportions hadn’t worked. Maybe if I tasted her, I’d be cured.
I mean, it could totally work. Right?
As we sat back down, dragging our chairs closer, Bear stared at me. “So?” He leaned into my space, waiting for me to spill the dirt.
“What?” I asked, slowly turning my head to face him.
“You gonna get a piece, or can I?” He waggled his eyebrows, grinning like a doofus.
I clenched my fist and closed my eyes, swallowing my anger. “Bear, shut the fuck up,” I muttered and opened my eyes.
“That’s what I thought. You’re totally hooked on the broad.”
“What’s up?” Tank asked.
“Just asking Frisco here about his little lady.”
I glared at him, too embarrassed to glance at Georgia. “I’m gonna knock your teeth out,” I whispered.
“Pussy,” he teased, turning around and crossing his arms like nothing had ever happened.
“This is going to be so much fun,” Tank said.
I cleared my throat, finally looking back at Georgia. “I’m so sorry,” I mouthed, sliding my beer against the table, unable to stop fidgeting.
She smiled, looking over my shoulder at Bear. “So tell me about yourself, Bear.”
He coughed, choking on the beer that had been halfway down his throat. He placed his hand over his mouth and set the bottle on the table. “Not much to tell, G. When I’m not here drinking, I’m working with Frisco.”
“Not married?”
“Nope.”
“Shocking,” she teased.
Bear shifted in his chair. “I used to be.”
“What happened?” Georgia’s face softened.
“She died,” he replied flatly, sadness all over his face, and his shoulders slumped forward.
Georgia placed her hand on his and stroked his fingers. “I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck.” He leaned back in his chair, trying to shake his sadness. “Frisco, if you don’t want her, I’ll take her.”
“Why?” I let him have his fun and change the subject. I knew he didn’t want to talk about his wife. She was the love of his life. Bear had been smitten. Gone. But that changed the day she was ripped from his life, along with his unborn child.
“’Cause she has a slick tongue, and I’m wondering what else it can do,” he said.
“Bear baby, you couldn’t handle what I have to deliver,” she shot back.
“Fuck me,” I grumbled. “You won’t get another warning, and she isn’t mine.”
“Then what fuckin’ gives?”
“She ain’t ever going to be yours either,” I told him.
“Frisco.” Georgia touched my shoulder gently. “I can speak for myself. Don’t speak for me again.”
“Oh, damn.” City laughed. “She put you in your place.”
“The best night ever,” Sunshine said with the straw between her lips.
“I need a shot, anyone else?” I pulled on the collar of my shirt, trying to calm down.
“I’m in,” Georgia replied, brushing her finger down my forearm.
The tiny hairs on my arm rose, moving toward her and craving more. “Anyone else?”
Tank shook his head. “Fuck no. We’re going to watch you two get shitfaced and see what happens.”
“I can outdrink everyone at this table,” Georgia said.
“No one can outdrink Frisco. Right, man?” Bear asked, totally being an asshole.
Now I had to play the game. “I can put tequila away like it’s water.”
“This I have to see,” Georgia said, her nails dragging against my flesh. “You’re behind by a few. Better get crackin’, buddy.”
“Are you seriously challenging me to a drinking contest?” I studied her face and could tell she wasn’t joking.
“Fuck yeah.” She nodded enthusiastically.
I rubbed my forehead. “I’ll regret it tomorrow, but I can’t lose to a girl.”
“You’re going down.” Georgia looked me in the eyes before slamming her open palms on the table. “Bring on the shots.”
“Coming right up,” Tank replied and his hand shot up in the air to get the waitress’ attention. Thankfully, it was Brandy’s night off.
Imagine the happy clusterfuck that could’ve been.
“If you’re not careful, Georgia, you’ll be the one going down,” I told her and lifted my chin.
“Ha!” she yelped. “I’ve never lost.”
The night was about to get real interesting.
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.”
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