Chapter 20 James
James
After the flight home, I park in the garage and slip quietly into the house. Living with a newborn has taught me the art of silence because I never know when Weston will be sleeping. Hell hath no fury like a mother of a newborn whose baby has just been woken up.
As is Georgie’s way, the house is spotless, and I can hear the dishwasher and washing machine running.
I walk through the main living areas toward the music coming from one of the bedrooms. I round the corner and continue past the guest room toward the primary bedroom when I hear Georgie’s voice calling out, clear as day.
“Oh, God. It feels so good!”
And I stand frozen, lurking in the shadows of the doorway of my bedroom, watching and listening to Georgie make herself come.
She cups her tit, plucking her rosy nipple until it’s hard and distended, while her other hand is between her spread legs.
The smell of her arousal hits my nose, and I suck in a huge breath.
The visual image of Georgie, naked and prostrate on my bed, will be forever etched on my brain. Her sumptuous, curvy body undulates as pleasure radiates through her, and she’s wearing these hot pink cowboy boots that wrap halfway up her shapely legs. So crazy and impractical, yet so fucking sexy.
“Yes, James, yes!” she calls out in a breathy, choked half-scream.
When I hear her call my name out as she finger-fucks herself into oblivion, I almost let out my own strangled moan.
After she flings her vibrator, also hot pink in case you were curious, onto the bed with a pleased sigh, I force myself to move.
With my dick throbbing in my pants, I back out of the doorway, sneaking through the house as quiet as a mouse.
Opening the door into the garage, I sit in my car for a moment, gathering my wits about me.
She said my name. She was lying on my bed. Georgie was thinking about me as she came.
In that moment, I received the confirmation I needed to pursue something more with Georgie—without guilt. If she allows things to develop further between us, it won’t be out of obligation or some twisted belief that she owes me anything.
She called out my name while masturbating alone.
My name left her lips as she climaxed.
She was fantasizing about me.
And with that confirmation, I give myself permission to admit the truth: I have feelings for her.
As I contemplate how to convince Georgie to let down her walls and give us a real chance, my hand drifts to my aching cock. With quick, short motions, I unbutton and unzip my jeans, freeing myself.
In the confines of the darkened interior of my car, my head slumps back against the leather headrest and my hand wraps around my cock, fisting it in a tight grip.
I work the shaft, sliding up and down. I can still see the image of Georgie, lush and glowing as she convulsed on my bed, crying out my name.
I imagine how it would feel to have her hands and her mouth on me as I sank my cock into her warmth.
I didn’t think it was possible, but I grow even harder at the thought.
In a few short moments, I come, making a mess all over my hand, thinking about Georgie in those pink boots. After using an old bandana I found in the glove box to clean up, I walk into the house for a second time, pretending it’s the first time.
And this time around, I give up on being quiet and stomp inside, shutting every door with a thud to announce my presence. I find Georgie in the kitchen. And for a moment, I just stare at her. While I was away, I thought of her countless times, but my memory never did her justice. She’s radiant.
“James! What are you doing here?” She stops what she’s doing and just freezes for a moment as though my sudden appearance has stunned her. “I thought you agreed to play more shows!”
With the soundtrack of her calling out my name as she came playing on a loop in my brain, I step toward her and wrap her up in a hug.
She stands wooden in my arms before her tension ebbs and she returns my hug, squeezing me tightly.
The way her body melds to mine, her soft curves meeting my hard planes, feels like perfection.
I missed her just as much as I missed Weston, maybe more.
“Charlie came down with the flu, so he had to postpone the Atlanta shows, and he sent us all home.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re back, but…” She steps out of my arms and leans against the counter. She’s nibbling her lip like she does when she’s worried. “Do you think it’s safe to be around Weston if you’ve been exposed to the flu recently?”
“The flu Charlie caught isn’t contagious.
” Her forehead wrinkles in confusion. “He got really drunk, picked a fight with the wrong dude, and ended up with a black eye and a busted nose. To keep his problems out of the press, his people canceled a couple of shows so his face can heal enough to be able to cover the damage with makeup.”
She gasps. Charlie has a great reputation, so it’s probably surprising to her. But after you’ve been in the industry for a few years, you realize how much gets swept under the rug when it comes to the celebrities the public idolizes.
“Is that what happened to the drummer, too?”
I chuckle. “Nope, Mitch really had the flu. Which gave Charlie’s team the perfect excuse for Charlie to miss a few shows without raising suspicions.”
Georgie rummages through the fridge, pulling out some ingredients. “You’ll be home for dinner, right? I’ll roast a chicken and make some mashed potatoes and green beans.”
My stomach rumbles at the mention of Georgie’s home-cooking. I was only on a tour bus for a little over a week, but Georgie has spoiled me. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Closing the refrigerator door, she adds, “Thanks for having groceries delivered to the house while you were gone.”
“Not a problem. Couldn’t have you starving while I was away, and I can only imagine how hard it would be to take a newborn shopping.”
Of course, the real reason I had groceries delivered was because I wasn’t sure how much money Georgie had left in her minuscule bank account.
Despite leaving her a credit card, I had the feeling she’d be too proud to use it.
She had enough food at the house so that she could have scrounged something up, but since she’s breastfeeding, it’s important for her to eat healthy meals.
“And for the phone. It’s—”
“Before you try to tell me it’s too much, just know it was as much for me as it was for you. I couldn’t have gone that long without seeing Weston, Georgie.”
“Well, thanks.”
Since I bought her the phone, Georgie has been sending me tons of photos and videos each day, but man, I’ve missed Weston. Walking out of the kitchen, I call out, “I’m gonna take a shower to rinse off the travel germs and then I’ll be ready to love on that baby, okay?”
I walk to my bedroom, but I stop short when I see my rumpled bed, where Georgie lay only minutes ago. Without even trying to stop myself, I lie down on the bed and close my eyes, reveling in the memory.
Damn, I’m already hard again.
When I’m drying off after my cold shower, my phone rings.
“Hey, brother,” I say, greeting Josh.
“Hey, man. You home yet?”
“Saw the news, huh?”
“Sure did. Is Charlie drinking again?”
“Sure is, but he’s also added picking fights to his resume,” I laugh. “Just got back a few minutes ago.”
“Cool. Can I come over?” Josh pauses, and something in his tone puts my instincts on high alert. “I have something I need to talk to you about.”
“Okay,” I reply, drawing out the syllables. “Sounds serious.”
“It is.”
“Georgie’s making a roasted chicken. Want to come over for dinner?”
“I’d rather come now. Once I tell you what I have to say, I probably won’t be welcome at your dinner table.”
What the hell?
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you.”
He hangs up, and I’m left standing there holding a phone with a dial tone blaring in my ear.
Dressing as quickly as I can, I go in search of Georgie to see if she can shed any light on Josh’s bizarre behavior. She mentioned he’d come over once while I was away.
Did Josh do something? Make her feel uncomfortable. Say something rude. Hit on her.
“That was fast,” Georgie smiles when I walk back into the kitchen. She’s standing at the sink washing vegetables. “I always forget how fast guys can shower and get ready.”
“Hey, I just spoke to Josh on the phone, and he sounded weird. Did anything happen while I was away?”
“Nothing too out of the ordinary.” Georgie goes on to describe her encounter with Josh when she found him searching for my life insurance policy, which is odd, but doesn’t explain much.
“He say why he was looking for it?”
Georgie shakes her head. “No, he never did, but I assumed it was because he wanted to see if you’d listed me or Weston as beneficiaries.” She shrugs. “Since, you know, he thinks all this is real between us.”