Chapter 14 Grifter #2
“But even if everything they say is true, I don’t fucking care. Hell, woman, you could fly into the compound on a fucking broomstick, and I’d just want to fuck you on it.”
“You could get tired of me and then—”
I let her hands go to bring one of them down to my crotch, flattening it so her fingers and palm are pressed against the very hard ridge of my cock.
“Does that feel like I’m going to get tired of you?
Hell, baby, I don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring.
What I do know is that I love being around you.
I feel alive when we’re together in a way that I haven’t in fucking years—if ever.
I don’t just want you in my life, I need you.
I figure if this feeling is so intense already, it will only get stronger. ”
“Or it could burn out just as quickly,” she counters, trying to be the sane one of us and use caution. I can’t wait to fuck that out of her, too.
“Or we could grow old together and fill the house with kids for Nana to spoil,” I argue, kissing her again.
I don’t let this one go where I want it to.
I want her to hear what I’m saying to her.
If I can’t make her agree, I’ll use sex to get her to agree.
When it comes to Georgia, I’ll do anything to get her to give in.
“You don’t live in a house,” she counters. “I don’t see the club being a place for kids either.”
I let my fingers sift through her hair watching her face closely. If I hadn’t been, I would have missed the pleasure that flashed briefly when I mentioned kids. “I can still run a club and live in a house, baby,” I remind her. “Right now, I want your mouth. Are you going to give it to me?”
Georgia surprises the hell out of me when she leans up and puts her mouth on mine, her tongue sliding against my lips, silently asking for permission.
I wouldn’t have thought it possible but that excites me more than anything I’ve experienced.
I open my mouth, my tongue sliding against hers.
I welcome her kiss, but I let her stay in charge wanting to see what she will do.
She deepens the kiss, her hands grasping my cut, her fingers clutching the leather and pulling me in.
“Griff,” she breathes against my lips and her hips rock underneath me.
God, she’s like a drug and I’m quickly becoming addicted.
My hand goes to her shirt and I’m just about to lift it over her head when someone pounds on my door.
“Yo, Prez. The men are waiting on you,” Scorpion calls out.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, letting go of my woman’s shirt, and flopping over on my back as I try to get control of my raging hunger for her.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I answer louder, my voice hoarse as hell.
Damn, my hands are even shaking. Georgia needed to come with a warning label, the way she makes me lose control.
I force myself to look over at her and she’s watching me carefully, licking her lips. “You better go,” she whispers.
“This won’t take long and when you get back, we’re going—”
“To watch a movie and talk. Despite what just happened, I don’t think I’m ready for more just yet, Griffin.”
Disappointment hits me, but I push it away. She’s staying the night with me and agreed to share my bed—even if it is platonically. I’ll take it for now. I’ll eventually break through her defenses. Georgia just needs to trust me and in time she will. I’ll see to it.
“Okay, baby. I’ll miss you,” I agree, kissing her lightly and pulling away when Georgia begins to lose herself.
I won’t take advantage of her. I’m going to play by her rules.
With that in mind, I force myself to get up and damn if my knees don’t feel weak.
I reach down in my pants and adjust my aching dick.
When I hear Georgia’s gasp, I look down at her with a grin.
“See what you do to me woman? You’ve got me so hard I could hammer nails into a concrete pad.
” Her face moves from shocked to fits of giggles.
The laughter only increases when I lean over her and start tickling her body any place that I can touch her.
“I’m going to get you and show you what happens when you laugh at me after making me need you so much,” I fake growl.
“Stop!” she screams, although the word breaks off into more laughing. “Stop, stop! I’ll be-be-be good,” she adds, the words stuttering in between gasps of giggles, as she twists her body one way to the next, trying to get away from me.
The sight before me fills me with so much pleasure that I stop and just kiss the hell out of her. “I’ll be back soon, baby. I’ll have all my men occupied so stay here until I get back, okay? I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Okay,” she says softly with smile.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect, Georgie,” I tell her, my heart feeling like it might burst in my damn chest.
I force myself to kiss her forehead and leave the room without looking at her again.
If I do, I’ll never leave. I need to get this meeting over with and get back to my woman.
It may sound crazy as hell, but I know in my heart that for the rest of my life—no matter what happens or where life takes me—I’ll always come back to Georgia Cutter.
My world now revolves around her, and nothing could make me happier.