He bit gently on a nipple and she moaned loudly. “Oh, you like that, do you?” he said.
“More,” was all she could say. After bathing her breasts and nipples with his tongue for several minutes he moved farther down her body, playing at her belly button before trailing his tongue down to the edge of her panties.
He looked up at Georgie, who was watching him intently. “May I?” he asked.
“Hurry the hell up already,” she said as she pressed her hand against his head, indicating with no uncertainty where she wanted his mouth to go. With his hands on her hips, he shimmied her panties off quickly and spread her legs so he could get to work.
Nothing made Spencer happier than pleasing a woman, and he never met a woman who didn’t take great joy in his gift of creatively using his mouth to bring her to orgasm.
He stared for a moment at her wet slit before dragging his tongue in a long, slow swipe from her center to her clit. Georgie shuddered as he took another pass with his tongue, then another, then inserted a finger inside of her. He circled her clit with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently on it as he moved his finger in and out of her wet pussy.
Georgie pumped her hips, her breath coming fast and clipped. He spread her legs wider and pressed deeper with his mouth, burying his tongue inside of her while his nose stroked against her clit. Georgie’s hips began to shake and tremble as she pressed his head into her pussy harder, riding his mouth as she climaxed, her body tensing and thrusting hard against him as he lapped up her juices flooding on his tongue.
No doubt about it, Georgie Childress was officially over her dry spell.
Chapter Thirteen
The last time a man had his mouth on Georgie’s pussy was back in college. And suddenly she couldn’t for the life of her understand how she’d expected to go her whole life without a guy doing that to her again. Had she been stuck with Danny for the rest of her life, damn, she would have missed out… because that was something Danny refused to do. No way, no how.
He sure did her a huge favor by cutting bait and running. The only problem was she would now have to find someone else to do this on a semiregular basis. Despite how reliable her pocket rocket was, it could never achieve that level of nirvana. Nothing like a warm tongue to make everything okay. And if she was going to have even the slightest reservation about a shameless one-night stand, her experience with Spencer erased any such thoughts. His talented mouth alone was worth the price of admission.
Spencer reached for his pants, which were draped over the edge of the sofa. He quickly grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. Damn, for her, being prepared meant always carrying a Tide To Go stick in her purse. But for guys, well, they always had that emergency condom at the ready. Just went to show her how her sex life had declined—nowadays she only concerned herself with being ready to manage unexpected food stains.
He tore the wrapper with his teeth and quickly sheathed himself with the rubber, deftly rolling it onto his impressive cock as he slid up her body until his dick rested against her still-slick pussy lips. When he gave her a look that was plainly asking for permission, she answered by pulling his body toward her, pressing his glorious, tight surfer’s ass with her hands. He dipped his hips slightly until the head of his cock spread the entrance to her body and ever so slowly, he pressed into her wetness as they both groaned loudly.
Once he’d seated his cock all the way in, he held still, pelvis to pelvis, and Georgie relished the feel of their sweaty bodies pressed together, the beat of his heart against her breasts. Soon Spencer slowly pulled out, then thrust more quickly, picking up the pace of his strokes. Georgie didn’t want to let him slip out, so she wrapped her legs around his hips, bucking her own, meeting him thrust for thrust. He dipped his head down to one breast and caught the nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Georgie moaned, then reached down between them and rubbed herself, desperate to climb back up to where she was moments ago when his mouth was on her.
Spencer’s teeth clamped on her nipple, and Georgie felt it deep in her pelvis, kicking sensations into overdrive as a wave of spasms overtook her. Spencer drove his swollen cock deep into her once, twice, a third time before holding himself against her as her pussy contracted and the wave of an orgasm surged through her body and stars sparkled behind her closed eyelids.
They held tight to each other for several minutes as they rode out those last glimmering moments of climax. Georgie was worried she’d be hit with a bad case of buyer’s remorse, but instead, she felt nothing but a warm, glowing pleasure.
Spencer tucked her head under his chin. “Damn,” he said, and she could sense the warm rumbling of his voice against her ear. “I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, that thing is not petrified.”
They burst out laughing before drifting off to an unexpected sleep on her living room sofa.
~*~
Spencer woke again sometime around five in the morning. They’d both drifted off to sleep, only to wake up and make love again two more times before finally falling into a deep sleep. At some point during all that, they’d made it back to her bedroom, where he was comfortably nestled beneath a fluffy, feathered duvet. But now was the time he knew he needed to slip out. As much fun as they’d had, he was not one to stick around till daylight. That would imply there was something more to be expected of him, and there wasn’t. He quickly slipped out from beneath the covers and tiptoed backward out the bedroom door and down the hall to the living room. He slipped on his pants, shoes, and shirt and gathered up the rest of his belongings before quietly leaving, taking care to be sure he locked the door handle on his way out.
~*~
Georgie thought she’d died and gone to heaven when Spencer woke her somewhere around two in the morning with his hard-on pressed against her back. They barely spoke a word as he turned her on her stomach and mounted her from behind, lifting her hips slightly with his hands and spreading her legs with his before sliding his cock into her warmth. There was something so intimate and arousing about being taken like that. Seconds later, he slipped his hand around and pressed his fingers into her slick center, her body pulsating until she came around his cock, with him quickly following.
Georgie had drifted off to sleep after the last time, thinking that perhaps in the morning she’d show him the quilt she’d been making, unbeknownst to him. She’d made a joke about it, how she hadn’t known if she’d ever see him again and now here they were, suddenly on much more intimate terms than she could have ever imagined.
So, her disappointment was palpable when she woke to find him gone, no note, no nothing. Hardly a trace of him having been there. Were it not for the used condoms in her trash can, she might have believed she’d imagined the whole thing.
And curse her for having thought it was anything more than it was: a one-night stand. But it rankled her; how could anyone be so physically and emotionally close to someone, practically attached, and then up and walk away as if you’d simply shaken hands after a business meeting?
She closed her eyes and thought about how it felt with his tongue stroking along her wet center, and she shuddered as she remembered the pleasure he gave her. Or when she was on top, straddling him, while he suckled her breasts as she gyrated her hips and lifted and pressed down again and again on his hard cock till finally they both came hard, their bodies quivering with pleasure.
Spencer was right: she’d never had sex like that with Danny. With Danny, it was one and done, you’re in, you’re out. Wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. He didn’t try to please her; he simply wanted to get off himself.
So maybe it was a one-off with Spencer, and they’d never get naked again. But at least now Georgie knew there was something more out there, something better than her pocket rocket, and something way, way better than that loser Danny Leonard.
Chapter Fourteen
Georgie moped around the house all Sunday. It was raining out, one of those cold, late-November rains that chilled you to you
r bones. She made a fire in the fireplace and wished she had a cat. Or a dog. She made a mental note to maybe go to the animal rescue league and find one of each. She was tired of being alone and she finally wanted some company. If she couldn’t find it in the human variety, then she’d happily settle for the canine or feline kind.
She forgot to set her alarm so ended up showing up late to work Monday morning. By the time she arrived, Harper was already into her second cup of coffee. She could tell because it took that many for Harper to look alert, like most people look as soon as they shower in the morning. Her friend was a slow riser.
“Well, good morning, glory,” Harper said, offering up the cup of coffee she’d poured for Georgie, who took it with gratitude.
“Morning, yourself,” Georgie said. “In case you were wondering, I’m all ears about where you got off to Saturday night.”
Harper lifted an eyebrow. “Speaking of getting off… Likewise. I’m all ears about where you yourself got off on Saturday night, my pretty.” She winked at her.
Crap. Did Spencer announce to everyone in Verity Beach that he banged Georgie after the wedding? It was bad enough she’d had to do a veritable walk of shame (granted, it was in her own bedroom, but still, the guilt was equally as fierce), but if he announced it to everyone at, say, brunch, on Sunday, ugh, well, that would suck.
Georgie bit her lip. “Uh, you first.” She pointed at her friend.
“Okay, but you’re not going to get away without confessing as soon as I spill my guts.”
“Spill away.”
“So, I went up to the bathroom and when I was coming out, Noah found me and pulled me into this big room where they store the linens. The next thing I knew, we were on the ground and our clothes were off and oh, Georgie, it was such a bad idea. I know I already said this, and Noah broke my heart something fierce, but every time we’re together it’s just right, you know?”
Georgie kind of knew. For the fleeting three or so times she and Spencer had made love, something about that felt so precisely perfect, it was almost painful to know it wasn’t going to happen again.
“And then I came downstairs to find you and you were nowhere in sight. Before I knew it, Noah was driving me home. He has a way of persuading me, so he came inside and then we spent the rest of the weekend talking and making love and talking some more and then more sex and here we are!”
“To think I believed that warm glow about you had something to do with your second cup of coffee.”
Harper smiled. “Trust me, this was way better than coffee.” She turned to face Georgie, who was seated on the stool next to her at the display counter. “Now your turn. ’Fess up.”
Georgie squinted. “What if there’s nothing to confess?”
Harper cocked her head in disbelief. “I know you enough to tell a bluff when I see one. Spill.”
“All right, all right. So yeah, we, um—”
“Hold it right there. Before you get to the ‘um,’ what was that surfboard killer thingy he said to you?”
Georgie rolled her eyes. “Ugh. I forgot he mentioned that. It’s a long story, but basically a couple of months ago, I backed into his car where his board was mounted and I broke it. He said I killed his board. Which I did do. Though it wasn’t on purpose. And I felt bad about it. I wrote him a check. Which, come to think of it, he never cashed, either.” She sighed. “But see, he made it all by himself. It was a gorgeous board, best I could tell. But I killed it. I never thought I’d see him again. Except I wanted to somehow make an apology gift. So, I’ve been working on a quilt for him.”
“Georgie, that is so sweet,” Harper said. “You were making him a gift?”
She pursed her lips. “Kind of. In case I ever saw him again. But that didn’t seem too likely. But just in case. And then there he was at the wedding. It was so weird.”
“So, did you give it to him?”
Georgie started drumming her fingertips on the glass of the display case.
“Did something happen to it?”
“Can we change the subject?” She knew it was a stupid question, but she had to ask.
“No, we cannot change the subject. What happened? To the quilt? And with you two?”
“Oh, so now you’re asking for a twofer? I don’t know that you’re entitled to all of those answers.”
Harper grabbed the newspaper that she’d set down nearby and rapped her friend on the head. “Lest we forget, it’s me you’re talking to. You know I’m not going to let this go.”
Georgie held up her hands. “Fine. Okay. So no, I did not give him the quilt.”
“Why not?”
She winced. “We got a little busy.”
“Busy? Last I knew you two were barely talking.”
“Yeah, but I guess when you disappeared I found out you weren’t coming back anytime soon, and well you and I had promised to leave as soon as we could, so I told Spencer I was ready to leave and he insisted on making sure I got back safely.”
“And?”
“Well, I had to invite him in. That would have been rude not to, don’t you think? And then we had a drink. And we got to talking. And I realized I hadn’t had sex in two years. And I got worried it had all petrified. And I figured he was as good a one-night stand as anyone, so why not put it all on black and hope for the best?”
Harper started to laugh. “You had a hookup? Sweet, innocent Georgie Childress did the nasty with a near stranger?”
Georgie playfully smacked at her hands. “You don’t have to make it sound so tawdry. I mean it was practically one of those Kevin Bacon situations.”
Harper lifted her eyebrows. “Kevin Bacon?”
“Yeah, you know how everyone knows everyone and we can all be connected to Kevin Bacon with six degrees of separation?”
“Okay…”
“I figured I know you and you know Noah and Noah knows Spencer, so it’s not like we were complete strangers. Besides, I did hit his car.”
“And kill his board.”
“Rub it in, why don’t ya.”
Harper rubbed her hands. “This is so awesome. Georgie, I’m so happy for you. You broke the spell!”
“Don’t get too excited. It was a one-off. The good news, is things didn’t petrify down there.”
“What’s the bad news?”
“Did I say there was bad news?”
“No, but your face did.”
“The bad news is I had a lot of fun. And he’s slightly incredible in bed. I wasn’t even sure about that man bun thing, either, but I found it sexy. Especially when he was—” She waved her hand as if to erase her comment.
“Go on.”
Georgie shook her head. “Seriously, I’ve said far too much. Suffice it to say he does wonders with that mouth of his.”
“Well, then you’re going to have to find a way to have another date with that mouth of his.”
“From your lips to his ears.”
“Consider it done.”
Chapter Fifteen
Spencer was feeling a bit weird. Like he’d done something wrong when he knew he hadn’t. They’d had a deal: it was only supposed to be a one-time fling. Testing the waters to make sure everything was still in working order. Proving to her that she could do way better than that Dan the Dick guy. Mission accomplished. So why did he feel like he was the big dick?
Maybe because he actually liked the crazy surfboard killer. Even if she had killed his board. But if she hadn’t, then they’d never have met, and they’d never have slept together. And he’d never know what she tasted like, only to now find that he was craving that taste again and was disappointed that wasn’t to be.
Of course he could reach out to her. But what would that accomplish? He didn’t trust women after his girlfriend had betrayed him by letting his dad pay her off. No thanks. He wasn’t interested in dealing with that type of nonsense. It was fine to get laid when the need presented itself and not get all tied up in knots
with the complications that regularly came along with dating your average woman.
It had been a long day at work. When it grew cold this time of year, it was brutal trying to keep your hands warm enough to grip the steering wheel of the bike. Twice he’d had to swerve to avoid being hit by some jackass driver who wasn’t paying attention. He was late with one delivery and got chewed out even though it wasn’t his fault—his boss gave it to him and told him it had to be there in ten minutes, but the destination was a thirty-minute ride away.
Fuck it. He stood and went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
He plunked down on his leather sofa and started to think. He went to set his beer down, and it made him ponder the idea she’d mentioned—about turning the dead board into something new. Repurposing it: end tables would look pretty sweet in here. He stood up, went out to the workshop, and removed the shroud that had been covering Petie since the accident. He found it didn’t still feel quite so raw. Even though his baby was no longer, he only felt good memories for it. Maybe playing around with the raw edges, figuring out how to finish them off, putting the two halves onto a pedestal could work.
If nothing else, it would give him something to distract himself from the overarching feeling that, at the very least, he had been a real asshole to leave before saying goodbye.
Good thing he told her he wasn’t one to stick around. He figured that might be all the harder for her, considering what happened the last time she counted on a man to not leave. At least she knew from the get-go it wasn’t going to be that sort of relationship.
Now if he could only convince himself.
~*~
There weren’t many surfers in the water by early December. Even with his top-of-the-line wet suit, it was cold out there. When that water splashed on your face, it was a bracing smack of reality. But for Spencer, he was most at peace when he was on the water, alone with his thoughts. It was his place to meditate, and he hated to give it up for a few degrees of added comfort. Well, maybe more than a few.
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