Chapter 6 Brody
Brody
“Idid offer to help her in the kitchen,” Emmett tells me, as we lean against the railing on the main deck. “But she’s stubborn.”
“I prefer to use the word driven,” I correct Emmett. “She doesn’t need anyone, and I like that about her.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Emmett’s eyes drop away from me, shifting to where Georgia is lying out on the deck lounge chair in a tiny little red bikini. I can see the shift in his expression.
She’s impossible not to stare at.
Which is why this was a bad idea to hire her. I knew the moment that I saw her at her birthday party, all grown up and irresistible, that this would be a really bad idea. I’m too damn old for her. I’m best friends with her father. And I’m her employer.
That’s three solid reasons not to let myself check her out.
But not a single one of them seems to stop me. As Emmett takes a phone call, I let my eyes linger on her body, stopping to pause at the way her full, perky breasts press against the thin red material.
Fuck me. My cock strains against my shorts, and I’m left trying to adjust it discreetly. This is the problem with her being here. I’m just torturing myself.
Still, I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking her as deeply as I possibly can into my mouth. Maybe she could straddle my lap, and I could press those little bikini bottoms to the side.
And slide my cock deep into her tight little pussy.
She shifts on the lounger and then reaches for her phone, picking it up and putting it to her ear.
God, how I’d like to run my mouth down her stomach, kissing my way to her pelvis. I’d grab the hem of her bottoms with my teeth.
“Oh, hey, Dad,” Georgia’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I am immediately jarred right back into reality.
She’s on the phone with Robert. Her dad.
And this is my cue to leave. And go gouge my eyes out.
Besides, there’s weather coming tonight, that will more than likely rock the boat for a little while. I need to focus on that.
Not Georgia’s perfect tits.
“This is a pretty good storm,” Miles says, sitting across from me in the captain’s lounge. I keep my eyes on the controls and radar, feeling the yacht rock back and forth as the waves keep rolling in stronger.
“It’s not the worst I’ve been through. Not even close.” I fold my arms across my chest and lean back in the chair, sipping on my bourbon.
“Yeah, well, since I know I’m not going to die, I guess that’s my cue to call it a night and return to the peasants’ quarters down below.”
I roll my eyes at Miles’ sarcasm and down the rest of my drink. “I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Deal,” Miles shoots me a stupid look and then carefully heads to the covered stairwell, shutting the door behind him.
I sit in my chair for a little while longer, my eyes glancing over at the bed. This whole place is like its own studio apartment, so to speak, but right now, it feels lonely and suffocating in the storm.
This is how I’ve lived my life since Catherine left. I swallow the little pang of grief that follows that thought, but then push it away. It’s better that she’s gone. It really is. We may have spent many years married, but it was never going to work.
She was too busy with her career to have kids.
I was too busy for her most of the time, but I can’t change that. And I can’t change the fact that she found someone else who wanted to give her that time.
Then left her high and dry.
“The irony,” I snort, shaking my head.
I stand up from my chair as the yacht rocks back and forth with the waves. I roll my shoulders and then make my way toward the bed, figuring I’ll get a little shut-eye for a while.
But the knock on my door stops me dead in my tracks.
“Yeah?” I ask, already stripping and tossing my shirt to the floor. “What’s up?” I somehow expect Miles to come barging back in, asking for some nausea medication, but that’s not who stumbles in at all.
“Hi,” Georgia breathes out, her eyes wide as she meets mine. “I’m so sorry for coming up here like this, but… um…” Her voice shakes as she looks up at me, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and a pair of short pajama shorts.
And catching sight of the way her nipples poke through her shirt makes my cock rigid.
“Is everything okay, Georgie?”
She takes a step forward, the boat rocking again. As she loses her balance, I lunge for her, catching her before she falls. “Sorry. I just didn’t expect it to be so rocky. It’s making me a little nervous, I think,” she confesses with a chuckle.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I wrap an arm around her, and then gently walk her to my bed. I ease back on it as the boat rocks, and she slides in beside me, her arms still clinging to me.
“I have no idea what I’m supposed to do in a storm like this. I feel like I’m going to fall off the boat,” Georgia’s voice wavers, and I lean down, tipping her chin up to me.
“You’re okay,” I repeat, grounding her as I hold her gaze. “The boat’s just riding the waves. It won’t last long. It’s just a small storm. Do you want me to pull up the radar for you?” I go to stand up, but Georgia pulls at me, and I give in to the tension, plopping back down.
“Can you just… stay next to me?” she whispers, her eyes pleading with me in a way that sets my entire body on fire.
Oh fuck, what am I doing?
Her fingernails dig into my skin, hard enough that at any moment I know they might break it. “Until it passes?” she finishes.
“Of course.” My voice comes out husky. “You can stay here as long as you need to.” Arousal pours through me as her soft hair brushes against my neck and chest. “I have medicine if you’re feeling nauseous.”
“I’m not feeling nauseous,” she tips her head back again and peers up at me. “Just scared.”
She’s so close to me right now. I inhale her scent, trying to keep control of the lust pulsing through my veins. “We’ll get through this.”
Georgia holds my gaze. “I know. I feel better being here with you than down in my room.”
You shouldn’t, because I don’t know if I can hold back.
“Brody,” she breathes out my name, her brow furrowing as her eyes find mine.
“Georgia,” I whisper, and the moment it comes out of my mouth, it’s over. I can’t deny it any longer. I close the distance between us, my lips suddenly pressed to hers.
She stills for a split second, both of us lingering in the moment.
And then pushes back against me, dragging her tongue along my lower lip. A light moan escapes her throat as she parts her mouth for me, letting me deepen the kiss. My hands run along her sides, the sway of the boat doing nothing to slow me down.
“Fuck, Georgia,” I murmur as I come up for air. My hands slide up her thighs, her hips, and then brush the bareness of her abdomen beneath her shirt. “I can’t resist you anymore.”
“Mmm,” is all she manages to say as she falls backward on the bed, and my lips break from hers. I trail along her jaw, kissing my way to her ear. I tug at her earlobe with my teeth as my hand glides across her bare skin, not stopping until I brush over her soft breast.
“You feel so good,” I whisper into her neck, as a moan escapes her mouth. I palm her breast, feeling the soft flesh bounce against my hand. I kiss her neck, and she arches her back, her hips grinding into the bed.
“I want you,” she pants, as I start tugging her shirt up and over her head. I toss it to the floor somewhere and take her in under the low lights of the cabin. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She looks even better than I imagined.
I hover over her, pressing my mouth to her chest, kissing my way to between her breasts. My fingers latch onto her shorts and pull them down, exposing more of her. I lean back, and expose her pretty little pussy, already glistening with want.
“Look at you.” I can’t stop my mouth from finding her skin again, making my way to her nipples.
My cock strains against my pants, but I can’t let it out yet—not the way that Georgia is squirming against the bed for me. I want to make her feel like heaven first, and then let her fall apart around me.
I circle her nipple with my tongue, gently sucking her into my mouth. I tug at it, and she lets out a moan, threading her fingers through my hair. She pulls at it and rocks her body into me as I run my hand across her lower stomach.
“I want to see how wet you are,” I breathe into her, kissing, licking, and sucking at her skin.
“Brody,” she gasps my name as my hand dips between her thighs.
“Georgia,” I groan, feeling how soaked she is. I slide two fingers between her soaked slit, running the length of her.
She moans as I find her clit. Her hips buck and I suck her nipple with more fervor than before. I release it with a pop and then start working my mouth lower, kissing down her stomach.
Georgia’s hands stay latched onto me, her light little moans shift to pants as her body tenses beneath me.
“I need to taste you,” I murmur, as I reach the place just above her sweet pussy. I kiss my way around it, gently nipping her lower thighs as I spread her further for me. I take in the sight of her for a brief moment and then bury my face in her.
“Oh god,” Georgia cries out as my tongue finds her clit, circling and playing with it. She tightens her grip on me, but the pain is pleasurable as she starts to grind against my face.
“You taste so good,” I groan. As I work her clit, I slide my index finger into her, loving the way she catches her breath as I do. I work my finger in rhythm with my tongue.
Fuck, I want her.
I can’t take it anymore. I retreat my hand from her pussy, while still lapping at her with my tongue. I unsnap my shorts and shove them downward, taking my boxer briefs with it. My cock springs out, and it feels so good not to be trapped anymore.
I stroke my shaft a few times, as Georgia’s grinding grows more insistent. “Come for me, Georgia,” I command, slipping two fingers inside of her. “I want you to come all over my face.”
“Oh my god, Brody!” She lets out a cry as she explodes, her body tensing around me. She pulses around my fingers, and I groan at the sensation, dropping my mouth to lap up anything that she gives me.
She peers up at me as I shift her back on the bed, using my knee to spread her legs for me. Her pretty eyes rake over my naked body, stopping at my cock.
“I’ve wanted you since I saw you at your birthday party,” I breathe out, pressing the head of my cock against her. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
“Mmm,” she rocks her hips against me. “I want you too.”
I chuckle, sliding my cock through her slit, just to get it covered in her. “You have no idea how much I like to hear that.” And how much I shouldn’t want to hear that. For a second, the thought slips in, but as Georgia finesses her body just right, and slides onto my dick…
All my thoughts are gone.
“Oh shit, you are so tight,” I groan as I slide inside of her. Her pussy grips me, and I can hardly hold it together as I thrust into her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I take my time, slowly pressing in and out of her, while gazing down at the way her blonde hair is spilled across my pillow, and her pretty blue eyes are focused on me. Her plump lips are parted, begging to be kissed.
And so, I dip down, taking them with mine.
Her fingernails dig into my back as I pick up my pace, my body slamming into hers. She clings to me as our breathing falls in pace together. Her hips meet me with every single thrust, and I groan as I start to feel my release building deep in my core.
“Harder… please,” Georgia whines into my mouth. “I want you to fuck me hard, Brody.”
Good god. I love the way she whines.
I give her exactly what she wants. I fuck her as hard as I can, leaning back and gripping her waist. The boat rocks with the storm outside, and it only seems to make the moment that much more tantalizing.
Her moans shift to cries, and finally, I can’t take the sight of her sexy body and the feeling of her tight pussy any longer.
I fucking explode.
I pound my hips into her once more and then still, releasing myself deep inside of her. I nearly collapse as the pleasure pulses through my body.
Fuck, it has been way too long since I did this.
I let myself lean forward to press my lips against her forehead softly, and then she tugs me downward, her tongue slipping into my mouth in a way that has my dick hardening again.
However, as much as I’d like to go for round two…
The regret is already piling up in me.
I just fucked Robert Blake’s daughter.
And there is no coming back from that.