Chapter 15
Brody
“Let’s just go,” Georgia snaps up at me. “I don’t want to be here any longer.”
I nod, unable to think of anything to say. Part of me wants to chase Robert down and punch him for the way he talked to his daughter. The other part of me—the one driving my brain at the moment—is stunned and really fucking ashamed.
I knew I shouldn’t have done this. I knew I shouldn’t have crossed this line.
But how did he know we were sleeping together?
“Did you tell him?” I ask Georgia as she falls in step beside me to my car, which is parked along the curb.
I turned around to come find her because I wanted to spend more time together. I saw Robert pulling Georgia out by her elbow, and I knew I had to do something. “It’s okay if you told him.”
She shakes her head and lets out a sigh as I open the passenger door for her. “He guessed it. I probably gave it away, though. I… I thought he was in Italy. I was shocked to see him…”
I shrug, fighting the urge to be angry, though not sure at who. “I did too.” I can’t come up with anything else to say. My stomach knots up as I open my own door, and I catch sight of Robert tearing out of the parking lot.
Fuck, I’m going to have to deal with him at some point.
But I have no idea how it’s going to go, and before I do, I’ll have to figure out what the answer is to this… this thing with Georgia.
She clicks her seatbelt in place and falls into silence as I navigate back to the yacht. I still have errands to run, and as much as I know we need to talk about everything that happened today…
I need time to process all this first.
I shouldn’t have let this happen, I keep thinking. If I had had the self-control to just not sleep with her, none of this would have happened.
A few minutes later, I pull up along the curb and put the truck in park.
Georgia closes her eyes, lets out a sharp exhale, and then turns to me. “I take it you’re not coming back to the yacht?”
I hate the frustration I see in her eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m sorry. I still need to run those errands.”
She nods. “And I’m not invited to go along.”
I swallow hard. “I think it’s best right now if we aren’t seen together in Charleston.”
“Got it,” she says, tipping her head back. “Of course.” She shoves the door open.
I reach for her arm before she slides out, stopping her. “We can talk about this after dinner tonight.” My voice comes out sterner than I intend, and she winces.
“Yeah,” she mutters, pulling away from me. “Sounds great.” Her tone is entirely flat as she gets out of the car.
“Georgia—”
She cuts me off with the slam of the door.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, watching as she storms toward the yacht, pulling her blonde hair up into a ponytail. I watch her walk away, feeling an urge to run after her—to kiss her and tell her that I’m really sorry for how this is going…
But I don’t.
I have to break this off tonight. I have to tell her it’s over.
And that’s exactly why it’s best not to follow my goddamn heart.
It’ll be much easier for her to move on if I’m not playing the hero and consoling her. I shake my head as she disappears from view.
I should’ve known. I should’ve never slept with her.
And I should’ve never let Emmett talk me into this being a good idea.
I throw the car in drive and stomp on the gas.
“This is amazing,” Miles raves. “I can’t believe how good it is.”
Georgia lets out a light laugh that doesn’t hit quite right. “Yeah, well, cooking is a great de-stressor for me.” She’s avoided my eye contact all evening, and she continues to do so as she forks another bite into her mouth. “How did your meeting go?” She shifts her attention to Emmett.
“Good,” he replies with a grin. He picks up his glass of wine and takes a sip. “I think we might start that new publication. I’m totally excited about it.”
“That’s great,” she hums, a smile on her face. “I’m so glad you had a good day.”
Emmett leans across the table, holding her gaze. “I worked too much and missed your sweet face all day though.”
Her cheeks blush a deep shade of crimson. “I missed you, too.”
I drop my gaze to the plate in front of me, my head starting to spin. I’m fucking jealous. That’s just the type of guy I am. But also, I know what’s coming after dinner.
And that just makes this even more torturous.
“You okay?” Miles’s voice is directed at me.
“For sure,” I mumble, taking my last bite of lasagna and setting my fork down. “Dinner was good, thanks, Georgia.”
“Well, it is my job,” she says back to me, barely meeting my eyes.
Great, she’s going to have a fucking attitude through all this, too.
+I push back from the table and take my plate to the sink. Georgia appears at the sink with her own plate.
“We need to talk as soon as you finish up,” I say, my voice low. “You can meet me upstairs in my cabin.”
She frowns and then nods. Georgia then reaches for the sink knob, turning on the water.
And that’s that.
I shake my head and slip from the main lounge, not bothering to say anything to the guys. If Georgia wants to tell them what happened today, then she can.
But I’m not in the mood to hear their thoughts.
I ignore their weird looks as I close the door behind me and start the ascent up to my own suite. As soon as I’m inside, I go straight for the liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of bourbon.
Fuck this situation. I pour myself a glass and then take a long swig, wincing at the way it burns in my throat. I rake my fingers through my hair and meet my gaze in the mirror on the cabinet door.
I look like a damn wreck. And a disloyal one at that.
I lean against the counter and sip on my drink, preparing myself for what’s to come. I don’t know if Georgia will even want to stay on the yacht. I won’t blame her if she wants to quit today. I’ll pay her in full and send her on her way.
The guys will be pissed at me.
But they aren’t as close to Robert as I am. They don’t know what it’s like to be on the other side of his temper, and I highly doubt he’s ever going to fully get over this unless I end it right fucking now.
That’s the kind of guy he is. It’s his way or the highway.
I press my lips together and then tip back my glass, downing the last of the bourbon. I breathe out as the burn fades from the liquor, and I’m left staring at the door. As I set my empty drink down, the knock comes.
“Come in,” I say, my voice hoarse.
It swings open, and there’s Georgia, looking as beautiful as ever in her shorts and black tank top, her hair still up in a ponytail.
“You want something to drink?’ I hold up my empty glass.
She eyes the bottle of bourbon. “No, just get to it, Brody.” Georgia folds her arms across her chest, pushing her sweet breasts up in the most tantalizing way.
Damn, I hate how hot she is.
I pour myself another glass, a little fuller than the last. “I hate what happened today,” I begin, screwing the lid back on and putting the bottle away. “I didn’t expect it to blow up like it did.”
Georgia makes a face at me. “How could you say that? You know my father. There was nothing about his reaction that was anything other than his classic, asshole self.” Her tone is sharp as she holds my gaze. “You’re letting him get to you.”
I raise my brow. “Yeah, I am. He’s my best friend, and I’ve been incredibly disloyal to him. In fact, it’s shameful. I should’ve never let this happen.”
She nods, her face shifting to pure irritation. “So you’re backtracking because you let my dad make you feel bad.”
“Well, that’s one way to twist it,” I snap at her, setting my drink down with a clank. “You don’t get what I’m going through.”
“No,” Georgia explodes, throwing her hands in the air.
“I do get it. I grew up being very close to my dad. And you know what he did to me? He always shamed me for everything. Nothing was ever good enough, right enough, or whatever. Everything pissed him off. When I told him I wanted to go to culinary school, he told me that I may as well just go flip burgers at McDonald’s. ”
I blink a few times, the pain in her voice settling in my chest. “Georgia…”
“Don’t Georgia me!” She shakes her head, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’ve been working my whole life to make him happy, and he’s never been happy with me. But I’m happy here. I’m happy with you. I don’t know why you won’t accept that. We’re all adults!”
I swallow hard, a wave of new guilt replacing the old. “I’m sorry.” My voice trails off. “I’m sorry he made you feel less than what you are, because you’re incredible.” I take a step toward her, and she reaches for me, grabbing my shirt and pulling my mouth to hers.
She crashes into me, her tongue forcefully slipping between my lips. I gasp into her, at first stiffening and then giving in to her. I can’t help myself.
I can’t resist her.
“Don’t listen to him,” she pleads as she comes up for air. Her fingers slide down my abdomen, stopping at my belt buckle. “What we have is so good.” Her voice takes on a breathiness, and my cock stiffens against the pressure of her hand against my jeans.
“Georgia,” I breathe out her name. “I hate how much I want you.”
“Then don’t leave me,” Georgia kisses my neck, pulling my belt loose, and my jeans snap apart. “Let’s see if my dad can get over it.”
I have the urge to tell her that he won’t get over it, but the moment her hand slips into my pants and wraps around my cock, I can’t think.
Fuck, surely, he’ll get over it. We’re adults for heaven’s sakes.
Georgia continues to kiss my neck, and I let out a groan as she frantically strokes my cock. Precum oozes from my tip, and my hands go for the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head.
She unhooks her bra, letting her breasts drop free in front of me. I lean forward, desperate to suck on her nipples. She doesn’t give me a chance, dropping to her knees and taking my cock straight into her mouth.
Holy fuck. I can hardly breathe as the pleasure pulses through me, and she takes me deep, sucking so fucking hard. I reach for her hair, grabbing hold of her ponytail as she bobs back and forth.
“Fuck, Georgie,” I groan out. “Why are you so good?”
She gives a moan in response, and then lets my cock slip right down the back of her throat. I bottom out, and nearly lose it at the thought of shooting my cum into her throat. She clings to my thighs, and I rock against her face.
Georgia releases me then, kissing the head of my dick and then peering up at me. “I want you inside me. Now.”
“You don’t have to ask twice,” I grunt, lifting her to her feet. I strip off my shirt as she drops her shorts and underwear to the floor. I lose my pants, too, and then sweep her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
My cock brushes her entrance, and she soaks me. I stumble across the cabin until I land her back against the wall. She lets out a gasp at the contact, and I grip her ass as I lower her, readjusting her position.
“Please, Brody,” she whines, rocking her hips against my erection.
“You don’t have to keep begging, baby,” I moan, balancing her and aligning myself with her sweet pussy. I press into her in one long thrust and bury myself deep inside of her.
She clenches around me, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist. I get an iron grip on her lower ass and then drive into her over and over.
“Oh my god,” she whines, digging her nails into my shoulders.
I keep going, desperate to claim her. My head grows hazy with the heavy lull of pure lust, and Georgia’s moans in my ears only fuel the arousal.
Her lips find my neck, and she bites and sucks.
“You drive me crazy,” I murmur, resting my forehead in the crook of her neck. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the empty cabin, and honestly, I hope Emmett and Miles can hear us.
I hope they know how good I’m giving it to our girl.
Our girl.
I don’t hate the term. She’s still mine.
“I’m going to come,” Georgia whimpers into me, still kissing and clinging to me. Her thighs clench, and her back arches against the wall. She begins chasing her orgasm, rocking her hips hard against my movements.
I work with her, her pussy sloppy wet now. Her breathing grows more intense and labored, her whines shifting to a near cry.
And then she lets go.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, as her pussy clamps down on me in pulses, squeezing and releasing my cock over and over again. “God, just like that, baby. Just like that.”
It’s almost too much to bear as she comes down from her high, but I hold on, edging myself through it. I pump into her again, her cries now turning to moans.
“I need you so much,” she leans away from me, meeting my gaze. “Brody.”
“Georgia,” I whisper, holding those pretty baby blues. She braces against the wall as I slam into her. I finally come undone, burying myself in her and then releasing.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
I collapse forward as I finish filling her, pinning her to the wall. “You’re so sweet, baby. You’re just so sweet.” Sweat rolls down the side of my face as I rest there, my heart beating like crazy.
“Please stay.” She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me to her, the scent of our sex and her perfume filling my lungs in the most satisfying way.
“I’ll stay,” I say, the words coming out easily. “I’ll stay.”
She lets out a sigh, her body slumping against me. I slowly back away from the wall and then carry her to the bed. I lay her down, and then crawl in beside her.
“I guess I get to sleep in here tonight?” Georgia peers up at me, a soft expression of after-sex on her face.
I nod. “You can always stay in here, if that’s what you want.”
“Promise?”
I hesitate, Robert’s reaction to us coming right back to mind—along with the guilt. I have no clue if I can keep the promise.
But I’ll do my damnedest to try.
After everything, it’s the least she deserves.
And I’ll deal with Robert. Whatever that might mean.