by Chelle Bliss
“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
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.
Chapter 23
Caught
When I walked into work on Monday, I had the biggest damn smile on my face. Just like I thought, Mom passed out, and Georgia and I fucked until we both collapsed from exhaustion. Thankfully, when we left for work, my mother was still fast asleep. I left her a note and told her to call me when she woke up.
Through the entire Monday morning meeting, I could still smell Georgia on my skin. The smell of her sweet perfume had memories of last night playing over in my head and helped the minutes tick by.
I decided one thing during the meeting. With all the talk of marriage, I planned to wait on popping the question. I wanted it to be a surprise, and right now, it would feel too convoluted and like people had forced my hand.
I’d pick the time and place. Georgia wouldn’t have a clue when it would happen.
After the meeting, I retreated to my office to make a ton of phone calls I’d saved until today. Calling back clients to inform them of the progress I’d made in their case and to tell others I had everything they needed and they should stop in during the week to meet with me about the details.
I’d been so consumed with my work and thoughts of Georgia that I hadn’t realized it was well after one in the afternoon.
“I’m here.” Georgia walked into my office.
I jumped from my chair and headed straight toward her. “You’re early.” I wrapped her in my arms.
“It’s the last week of work, and I just had to tie up some loose ends. We get out early all this week.”
I buried my face in her hair and smelled the scent I’d enjoyed all morning. “I thought I’d take you to lunch if you haven’t had it already,” she said and rested her head on my chest.
Placing my fingers under her chin, I tipped her head back and forced her eyes to mine. “There’s only one thing I want, and it’s not lunch.”
She blushed and her eyes slid sideways. “Here?” she whispered.
I motioned toward the desk with my head. “There.”
“But it’s your work.”
I smirked and put my mouth over hers. She kissed me back, dipping her tongue inside my mouth long enough for me to taste her. “No one is here. They’re all at lunch for another half hour.”
“But—”
I put my finger against her lips and quieted her. “I’ve never done it in here.”
“Well…” She swallowed hard.
“Stop thinking.” I brushed my hardened dick against her. “I want you.”
She stood on her tiptoes and snaked her arms around my neck. Before she could protest, I captured her lips with mine. Picking her up in my arms, I walked toward the desk before setting her on top.
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