Chapter 34 James
James
With lust making me brave—or possibly stupid—I start, “I have a confession to make.”
Georgie and I have been having sex for over a week, and she’s been sleeping in my bed every night. Tonight is no exception. She still hasn't completely let her guard down, but she's softening.
With a sigh, Georgie mutters, “Let's hear it.”
“You remember the time I saw you naked in the shower? And I told you my hard-on was just because you were beautiful and I was horny?”
Georgie tilts her head as she nods, confused about where this is going. While words don’t come naturally to me, I’m trying. I’m trying to be honest and voice my feelings.
“Well, I didn't tell the whole truth. Yeah, I was horny and you're beautiful, but… I'm only horny for you."
"James!" Georgie gasps with a giddy smile.
"You turn me on so much that I can’t think straight when you’re around.”
Georgie repeats my name, laughing.
I love hearing her laugh. It's loud and robust, coming from a place deep within her. I don't hear it often enough, but when I do, it lights me up.
Since that confession went over so well, I have one more for her. “And you remember the day I came back from Charlie’s tour?” Happiness shines in Georgie's eyes when she glances up at me and nods again. “I came home a little earlier than you thought, and I saw you.”
“Saw me?” An adorable crinkle forms between her eyes.
“On my bed. In your boots. In nothing but your boots.”
With a sharp inhalation, Georgie goes red. “No! No, you did not.” Her hands fly to her face, covering her eyes as she moans, “Noooo!”
Shifting so that my knees are on each side of her hips, I kneel over her and pull her hands from her face. With one hand, I hold her wrists above her head.
“I did. I didn’t mean to be a peeping Tom, but… fuck, Georgie! It was so hot that I went and jacked off in my car to thoughts of you moaning my name.”
Her lips twist to one side, as if she’s torn between embarrassment and excitement that I enjoyed seeing her. “Why are you telling me this, James?”
“Because I want you to know how you make me feel. It isn't just my body's biological response. It's you. You turn me on, Georgie. And… because I want to use toys with you.”
She stutters. “W—what?”
God, if only she knew the list I’d already compiled in an online shopping cart—clit suckers, butt plugs, vibrators, stainless steel G-spot massagers, wedge pillows, anal beads, and more.
With my free hand, I glide it down her body, tracing every curve, her luscious rolls and stiff peaks, until I reach her clit. Using a featherlight touch, I circle her bundle of nerves. “Would that be something you’d like?”
Her legs fall open. “I have a confession of my own,” she says, her voice taking on a breathy tone.
My fingers slide down to her slit and push inside her. “You do, huh?”
“Yeah.” She pulls her hand free from my grip, combing her fingers through my hair before pulling me down for a brief kiss. “When I was putting away your laundry, I found… the things you keep in your drawer.”
I smile against her lips. “And?”
“And… I was curious. I’ve never played with any of those things before. Especially not with someone else.” Georgie bites her lip, looking a little hesitant.
“We never have to try or use any toy you aren’t comfortable with, Georgie.”
“It’s not that.” She moans softly when my thumb strokes her clit as my fingers pump in and out of her. “I just… I’ve only used toys alone. I’ve never been with a guy who didn’t view toys as competition, I guess.”
Leaning over her, I lick a line up her neck before sucking on the spot under her ear that always drives her crazy.
“I love anything that brings you pleasure, Georgie. I get off on your pleasure. Seeing you, tasting you, hearing you come makes me harder than a fucking rock, and I don’t care if you get off on my hand, my tongue, my cock, or a toy. ”
From the surprised expression marring her beautiful features, it’s apparent that she’s never had a partner who derived his pleasure from hers before.
Given how greedy she is for orgasms, she’s probably never even had a lover who made her come before. But that's no longer a problem for her.
Rolling over onto my back, I pull out my fingers, licking her juices off them. Gruffly, I order, “Get over here, Georgie. Sit on my face and grab the headboard, darlin’.”
Her eyes flare as she shakes her head. “James, no. I’ll suffocate you.”
“You can ride my face and hold on to the headboard, or you can ride my face and take my dick in your mouth. Your choice.”
Indecision is etched on her face as she bites the corner of her lip.
But then, she crawls backwards up my body, positioning her open mouth to take my cock, and I almost weep with joy at the feeling of her satiny tongue swallowing me down. When she drops to straddle my face, I’m convinced this is heaven—her pussy on my tongue and my dick in her mouth.
Over the next few days, as I take Georgie in every room and in every position, I think she forgot about our talk. But I didn’t, and one of the packages arrived this morning. Just in time for her lunch shift at Deb’s.
Unwrapping the compact pink sex toy, I bring it to the bathroom where Georgie is getting ready.
“Slip off your panties, darlin’.”
The hand holding her lipstick freezes as her eyes find mine in the mirror. “What? James, I don’t have time, not even for a quickie. My shift starts in fifteen minutes!”
Coming to stand behind her, I wrap my arm around her torso, fondling her breast through her uniform. “I know, but I’m going to get you ready for me.” Pulling the sex toy out from behind my back, I add, “With this remote-controlled vibrator.”
Her eyes flare, and her respiration rate increases. My naughty girl likes the idea.
“Now slip off your panties like the good girl you are, so we can test it.”
Dropping to my knees, I slip the slim device into her panties. The vibrator rests in the crotch of her underwear, held in place by a magnet. Then, I glide her panties back up her legs and flick the little device on. “How does that feel? Hitting you in the right spot?”
“Yep, that’s in the right spot.” Her fingers grip the bathroom counter, her knuckles turning white. “Oh, shit. That feels good.”
“Great.” I stand and flick the device off. Slapping her ass, I remind her that her shift starts in twelve minutes.
After she hustles out the door, I send a text to the boys to see if any of them want to meet at Deb’s for a late lunch.
Anybody up for lunch today?
Josh
Sure. When and where?
Hayes
I’m in. Annabelle’s at work and the girls are in school, so I’m bored. And hungry since I'm not allowed to use the kitchen right now.
Josh
Handy Hayes hit the kitchen, too?
Hayes
Shut the fuck up.
Josh
That's a yes.
Rowdy
A man’s gotta eat. Count me in. What's the plan?
Great. Deb’s Diner. 1:30.
Josh
What? Not that shithole!
Rowdy
I know Georgie works there, but are we sure that place passes its health inspection?
Hayes
Seriously, Dumber, am I gonna be praying to the porcelain gods by dinner? Because I have hot plans with Annabelle tonight, and they do not involve vomiting.
They involve coming. Lot and lots of coming.
Rowdy
You're the one who's gonna be making her come, Prince Florian?
Hayes
WTF does that mean? Of course, I'm the one making her come, dipshit.
I'm not just a prince. I'm the fucking king of making her come.
Josh
JFC, we get it, Hayes.
Rowdy
I didn’t get it. To be honest, I assumed Hayes would be sitting in the cuck chair they have in their bedroom watching someone else plow his fiancée.
I thought he was a cuck queen not the king of coming.
Jesus Christ, I couldn't even type that text without laughing.
Hayes
Shut your fucking mouth, Ralph!
How do you even know we have a chair in our bedroom, stalker?
Josh
So, you do have a cuck chair?
Hayes
It. Is. Not. A. Fucking. Cuck. Chair.
Fucking hell, Char’s right. It is like herding cats dealing with y’all.
Josh
Where are we really going for lunch?
Deb’s Diner. As you so nicely said, it’s a shithole, but Georgie loves working there. I want to check it out, and maybe if we’re photographed there, it will bring some positive press to the place.
Josh
Fine.
Hayes
You’re gonna owe us one if the food sucks.
Over the next two hours, I intermittently turn on the vibrator for a few seconds. I know Georgie’s still wearing it because after the third time I turned it on, she sent me a text.
Georgie
James! For the love of God, either stop or let me come. I am dying, and my panties are soaked.
You know the French word for orgasm means little death.
Georgie
No, I didn’t know that. How do you know that?
Dated a French model once.
Georgie
Of course you did. Now let me come. Please.
With a devilish smirk, I turn it off.
Georgie
Ugh, I hate you.
When she comes, she’s going to come with me buried inside her.
When we arrive at Deb’s, the diner is nearly deserted.
Only four tables have customers seated at them, and those people pay us no attention.
The bell above the door chimes when we enter, and Georgie looks up from behind the counter.
I love the look of joy that washes over her face when she sees me walk in holding Weston. Georgie hurries over to us.
“James, I didn’t know y’all were coming in today!” Moving her gaze away from mine, she greets everyone else with polite hellos.
After she grabs a stack of menus, Georgie seats us in a large corner booth. She brings over a highchair for Weston and takes the baby from me to introduce him to her co-workers.
“It’s funny how Weston is more popular here than we are.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle. “And I love that.”
“Same. It’s nice to be in public and not have anyone up in our business.”
“If the food ends up being okay, we might want to rethink taking photos here. Deb’s could become our secret hangout.”
Josh harrumphs. “Doubtful.”
I refrain from responding to Josh. He’s been in a shitty mood for months, and I’m tired of cheering him up.
At first, I thought it was his need to protect me from Georgie in case she had bad intentions, but I think it’s something else altogether.
Whenever he’s ready to talk about what’s bothering him, I’ll listen, but until then, I won’t coddle him anymore.
He’s old enough to manage his own emotions.
Georgie returns, handing Weston to me. After taking our drink orders, she says, “Today’s lunch special is steak and ale pie served with thick-cut steak fries. I’ll give y’all a few minutes to look over the menus while I grab your drinks.”
Skimming the menu, I see Georgie’s touches all over it, and I’m infused with pride. I’ve been hearing all about how she’s been collaborating with Sheila to overhaul and update Deb’s food offerings, and I’ve seen all the trashed printouts of Georgie’s ideas in the home office.
Part of the reason I wanted to come today was that Georgie and Sheila were testing out their new menu to see how customers liked it.
The front of the paper menu is titled Tried and True: Menu Classics, and on the flip side, it reads Something New.
This section is where I spot most of Georgie’s influence—avocado toast, hot honey chicken and waffles, and several other options, but my eyes zero in on Nana’s chicken salad sandwich.
I’ve seen enough, don’t need to look any further. I fucking love her grandmother’s chicken salad.
Resting my menu on the table, I look around the restaurant that Georgie likes so much.
In every square inch of the restaurant, there are projects that need to be completed—floor repairs, paint touch-ups, ceiling leaks.
However, I agree with Georgie’s assessment of Deb’s Diner.
There’s something comforting and nostalgic about this place.
It has great bones, but it needs some tender loving care. Too bad TLC is expensive.
Georgie returns with a tray of drinks, expertly balancing it as she passes out our glasses of iced tea. Grabbing her notepad from her apron pocket, she asks. “Do y’all know what you’d like, or do you need more time?”
Hayes pipes up, “Got any favorites you’d recommend?”
“Norm’s burger is good if you’re hungry and feel like something spicy. It’s a double-meat cheeseburger smothered in barbecue sauce and topped with onion rings and smoked jalapenos. Or if you want something lighter, the Nashville Cobb salad is delicious.”
“Since Annabelle’s gonna keep me busy later, I’ll go with Norm’s burger,” Hayes replies with a smile.
“Cuck chair,” Rowdy fake-coughs into his hand.
Georgie shoots me a questioning glance. I just shake my head, fighting a smile.
Before Georgie returns to the kitchen, I ask to borrow her notepad and pen for a second. With a quizzical expression, she hands them over and watches as I scribble a note for her.
Everyone else is involved in a conversation about this year’s Grammy nods, so they aren’t paying any attention when Georgie reads my note.
Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes.
Her eyes flare before darting around the diner. Then, she bites her plush bottom lip and nods at me once.
As she walks away, I flip on her vibrator. Her steps falter for a second as she pauses, squeezing her thighs together. With difficulty, she walks back to the kitchen to turn in our orders, her juicy ass swaying.
I fucking grin and watch the clock like a kid waiting for the school bell to ring on a Friday afternoon.
“What’d y’all think about Pearl Thorne being nominated for best new country artist?”
“Aidan was thrilled since she’s on our label,” Hayes says, mentioning the record exec who we work closely with at M&M Records.
“Have y’all met her? She’s a holier than thou bitch,” snipes Josh, his lip curling.
Elbowing him in the gut, I say, “Just because she publicly turned you down for a date doesn’t mean she’s a bitch.”
“That is not what happened, and you know it.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what happened, and you know it,” I cackle.
As the conversation continues, I keep one eye on the clock. When it hits the five-minute mark, I excuse myself, leaving the guys to watch Weston. “Gonna go hit the john. Be right back.”