Chapter 14 Grifter
“Wow,” Georgia practically hums when I break our kiss. I grin because it reminds me of the first time that I kissed her. Her response then was similar. I truly don’ t think I will ever have enough of this woman.
“Thank you for giving me a second chance, Georgie,” I murmur.
I see the surprise light in her eyes, but it’s her smile that draws me in.
Right before I can kiss her again, Scorpion opens the door to his room, zipping up his pants.
One of the club whore’s follows behind him.
“Are we all partying?” she asks as she slips under Scorpion’s arm which is propped on his door frame.
She’s completely naked and I’m distracted by the way my woman stiffens in my arms. Motherfucker, this isn’t how I wanted to introduce her to the club.
“New rule for the club,” I growl at Scorpion. “Club whores wear clothes when they’re around old ladies,” I growl.
Scorpion steps forward, hands in his pockets, smirking. “You’ll have to bring that up for vote, I suppose. Daisy, go get dressed. We’re done. You can see if one of the other guys wants a bed warmer,” he says, keeping his eyes focused on me and Georgia.
“She’s yours?” Daisy says, looking at me.
“She is. You were told to go get some clothes on. Do it,” I order. I can already tell what Daisy’s game is by the way she’s looking me up and down.
She puts her hand on my shoulder, completely ignoring the woman in my arms. “You don’t have to slum it with a cursed prude who lives in town Prez.
I know exactly how to keep you happy. Ask Scorpion.
I can take you to heaven,” she says. I know she’s trying to talk sexy, but for me, at least, she’s failing miserably.
Georgia knocks Daisy’s hand away and growls at me. Let me down,” she orders me, showing me that fire inside her again.
“Fuck no. You and I have plans.”
“If this is the life you lead and you have her in your bed, I don’t need to be here,” Georgia grumbles, already moving around, trying to get down. I tighten my hold on her, not letting her escape.
“Scorpion, do you know if this club has rules in place for how club candy is allowed to treat the old ladies?”
“Not sure, Prez, but every club I’ve been a part of know that old ladies are treated with respect.”
“Does it seem respectful to you, Daisy that you are propositioning me knowing I have a woman, and that woman is in my arms while you stand there completely fucking naked and calling her bullshit names?”
“I didn’t know—”
“You obviously don’t know shit. Georgia is my woman—my old lady. I can’t speak for my men, but my dick belongs to her and her alone. Now back the fuck up, do not touch me again and if you ever say that shit or anything about my woman again, you are out of this damn club. Do you understand?”
Daisy stands back immediately. She nods her head yes, but immediately fucks up by speaking. “The club will never accept her. The whole town knows she’s a witch and curses everything she touches.”
“Scorpion?”
“Yeah, Prez?”
“Make sure Daisy’s shit is packed up and she’s out of here before I get out of bed in the morning.”
“You can’t do that!” she screeches. “The men won’t let you!”
“I can and I have. Go pack your shit, Daisy,” I growl.
“This isn’t over,” she stomps off and I roll my eyes. “Christ, this club is fucking chaos. It’s been running unchecked for way too long. Do as I ordered, Scorpion. Then, tell the men to meet me for church in thirty minutes—everyone is to be there. Mandatory.”
“You got it,” Scorpion says, giving me a shit-eating grin. “Glad to meet you, Georgia. If Griff lets you out of his bed long enough to have breakfast in the morning, we’ll talk then.”
“Thanks, uh … Scorpion,” Georgia answers blushing prettily.
“Damn,” Scorpion says, shaking his head as he opens my door for me. I already know he sees in Georgie what I do. Too bad for him, I’ve already laid claim and I’m not letting her go.
I grin at him but go inside without further comment. I use my back to close my door and take a deep breath as I look down at the woman who I am completely gone for. “Finally, we’re away from the circus.”
She lets out a laugh. “I think circus is an understatement.”
I slowly lower her to her feet, leaning into her and pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, before moving close to her ear. “You’re driving me crazy, Georgie,” I whisper. “I want you so fucking much. I know that was ugly out there, but I’m not playing with you, baby.”
“I think I’m starting to believe that,” she confesses.
“Thank God,” I exhale releasing some of the tension I’ve been feeling.
I watch as she looks around the room, her nose crinkling up adorably. “This is your room?”
“Well, I’ve basically just gotten into town. I’m not sure you can call it my room,” I tell her at once.
“You guys need a good house cleaner,” she grumbles, walking over to the table that’s housing a huge television and raking her finger through the dust.
This was probably the old president’s room.
I’m not much on having a television in the bedroom.
I will be doing other things with my woman in this room, but it works for the movie night I promised her.
I’m not going to lie, though. I’m hoping I can convince her to surrender to the fire that is burning between us.
“The girls in the club are supposed to clean and cook to earn their money and a roof over their heads,” I explain, rubbing the back of my neck. I’m hesitant to even bring that up after the run in with Daisy in the hall.
“I would have figured they were earning their keeps on their backs,” she mutters under her breath. I probably shouldn’t but I smile.
“I wouldn’t know, but I do know things are going to have to change now that I’m here.”
“Daisy is a bimbo who is obviously lacking more than a few brain cells, but she’s not wrong Griffin. This town has never accepted me, and your men won’t either. Heck a couple already don’t,” she tells me sounding dejected.
“Baby, I’m a grown ass man—”
“Griffin, I’m not even sure I want them to accept me. I’m not part of this world. I like you—”
“Just like?” I prod, needing her to admit to what is between us.
She shakes her head but gives me a tiny smile. “I like you a lot,” she says, shaking her head. “But having my boyfriend—”
“I’m not a fucking boy. I’ve claimed you as my old lady, Georgia. You may not understand how big that is. I thought I explained it but let me just remind you again if you don’t get it. In my world, declaring you as my old lady is like standing in front of a preacher in yours and saying I do.”
I watch as shock hits her, but she shakes it off and crosses her arms looking at me. “Well, sorry, Griffy, but I don’t exactly want my husband in a world where he works in what essentially is the set of a seventies porn movie minus the pizza delivery guy and the women having hairy hoo-hahs!”
I stare at her in shock, then I lean into her with my shoulder, packing her over it and walking to the bed.
I toss her on the bed and grin as she looks up at me like I’m a crazy man and I guess I am.
Since meeting Georgia, the whole world has gone crazy, making me feel alive in a way I never have in my life.
I pin her down on the bed, using the weight of my body as I straddle her, letting my knees sink into the mattress, taking my weight.
I pull her hands above her head, capturing both her wrists in one hold.
I use my free hand to push her hair from her face and gently cup the side of her face.
“I love this fire inside of you, Georgie,” I purr, so turned on that every breath I take feels heavy in my lungs.
“Griff …” Her voice is a cross between a plea and a whimper of need, doing nothing to cool my desire.
I kiss her then, not able to stop myself even if my life depended on it.
The minute her lips part, I thrust my tongue inside, ravaging her mouth with an intensity that is probably scaring the hell out of her, but I can’t stop it.
Our tongues dance together, as I claim her in the most basic of ways.
I will own her mouth, and then the rest of her body.
I won’t stop until I hear her sweet voice admitting that she belongs to me.
Right now, that’s the only thing I want in this world.
The kiss feels like it goes on for hours and while I know that’s not true, when we break apart the oxygen I breathe in settles in my burning lungs.
The kiss was so intense that I feel like I’ve ran a marathon.
I take my hand—which I apparently used to grab her breast and torture her nipple while we kissed—and move it down to cup between her legs and press against her in the place I want to bury my dick deep inside.
“I can’t fuck you until you learn how to ask for what you want, baby. ”
“Griffin …”
I let go of her long enough to push her short-ass skirt up and then, I press my hand against her black silk panties. “This is your pussy, and it’s hot, wet, and made to fit my cock and mine alone, Georgie.”
“Oh God,” she moans, her head going back as her body quivers beneath me. I smile as I feel how wet her panties are, along with the fact they are getting wetter every second.
“Look at me, Georgie,” I growl, afraid I’m going to cum in my fucking jeans before she even touches me.
Slowly she tilts her head and opens those beautiful blue eyes to stare at me.
“You’re mine. I don’t want another woman.
I don’t care if there was an army of women naked and on their knees begging for my cock, they wouldn’t get it.
I want you. Just you. I need you to understand that. You’re mine and I’m yours. Say it.”
“Th … There are things you don’t know about me. Things you may not—”
“I’ve heard the rumors. I don’t really give a fuck. What you need to know is I don’t believe in that shit—”
“Griffin—”