Chapter 35 Georgie
Georgie
When I see James hop up and amble toward the bathrooms, I dart into the deserted hallway behind him. Nerves flutter in my chest. I’ve never done anything like this before, but after he’s been teasing me all day, I’m already gushing like a geyser and ready to explode.
When he sees me, he wraps his arm around my waist, drawing me to him as he leans down to kiss me.
Our kiss stokes the inferno within me as James’ hands wander to the buttons of my uniform, slipping the top couple of buttons from their buttonholes so he can caress my cleavage.
I grip James by the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his unruly dark blond hair as he slips one hand under my bra, squeezing my breast.
When we pull apart, James tugs me into the women’s bathroom, flipping the lock behind us.
“I need you, James. Hard and fast,” I mumble, breathing heavily.
It’s as if my words threw a lit match onto dry kindling. James spins my body around and places his palm on my upper back, bending me over the white porcelain sink as he bunches up the skirt of my uniform around my waist and pulls down my drenched panties.
“Fuck, Georgie,” James whispers, feasting his eyes upon my body. “This sweet ass.” He grabs my derriere with both hands, squeezing hard, as I push back against him. "I'll never get enough of your ass."
Sliding one hand around to my front, he cups my sex, his fingers grazing up and down my slippery slit before pushing two fingers inside me.
From the reflection in the dimly lit bathroom mirror, I see the fire in James’ eyes as he finger-fucks me roughly.
When I bow my head and close my eyes, losing myself to his touch, he curls his hand around my ponytail.
"Open your eyes, Georgie." Pulling my hair, he drags my head back, forcing me to watch him play with me in the mirror.
“You’re so fucking wet, darlin’,” he mutters, his voice husky.
I let out a strangled whimper, and my hips move to meet James’ talented fingers. But just as swiftly as he entered me, James withdraws his fingers, smearing my juices across my slit and upwards toward my other hole. Swirling his fingers around my puckered hole, I inhale sharply in surprise.
“Has anyone ever been here before?”
Meeting James’ eyes in the mirror, I shake my head. My sex life has always been very vanilla, but the idea of exploring things with James excites me as much as it makes me nervous.
His finger strokes the tight ring of muscle between the cheeks of my ass, testing and teasing me.
“Good. I have big plans for that virgin ass, Georgie.”
Like a hummingbird’s wings, my heart races at his words. When he pops open the button-fly on his jeans and unwraps a condom, the noise sounds obscenely loud in the quiet little bathroom.
Within seconds, James plunges his rock-hard cock into my pussy, filling me with one quick, delicious thrust. My hands cling to the sides of the sink for purchase, sliding around each time James slams into me.
With two fingers, he works my clit, circling and pinching it, as he thrusts inside me.
My core begins to clench and convulse around James’ dick as pulsations of ecstasy build within me.
My blood is whooshing loudly in my ears as our bodies slap together.
I’m so close, and I can tell James is too when he bucks against me with an untamed wildness I haven’t felt from him before.
But then he slips out of me, and the feeling of loss is visceral. When I open my eyes questioningly, he presses his fingers inside me.
"What are you doing?" I pant, twisting and twitching and aching for his cock.
"Lubing up my finger with your cum."
Before I can make sense of his words, he pulls his fingers out and turns me around to face him.
He takes one of my legs and wraps it around his hip before he slams his cock back into me.
Sweat drips down my back at the sensations barreling through me as my orgasm rushes closer with each grinding thrust. With my hands circling his neck, I lean on him to keep my balance as my legs tremble.
One of James' hands moves from my hip to my butt, slipping under my uniform skirt. His lubed-up finger circles my puckered hole, lightly tracing the skin around it again.
"This okay?"
I nod. It feels good, so good. Every single one of my nerve-endings is standing at attention, anticipating what will happen next. The forbidden aspect of what's coming has my insides spiraling, tightening around James.
Once he sees my nod, James's finger probes my hole before twisting slowly inside me.
I gasp, clenching at the intrusion.
James kisses me, murmuring against my lips, "Breathe. Relax, darlin'."
I do as he says, inhaling and loosening my muscles. The slow burning stretch fades as quickly as it began as he fills both of my holes. Unbidden, my back bows as I writhe against him.
God, I've never felt so full before. Or so good.
He sets a punishing rhythm, moving his finger and his dick in tandem. I always knew drummers had good rhythm, but damn…
Only a moment later, an orgasm plows through me, and I come, feverishly whispering James’ name.
“You make me fucking feral, Georgie,” he growls. “You. Are. Mine.”
He pumps into me again, and then stays inside me, his dick twitching as he comes.
But all I can focus on is his declaration.
You. Are. Mine.
Nolan
Tick tock, Georgie. You’re late with this week’s payment.
My hand curls around my old cell phone as I snap it shut.
I know I’m late, but I don’t have the money.
Just as I told him when we brokered our arrangement almost three weeks ago, I cannot make a thousand dollars a week while working at Deb’s.
I was able to talk him down to $750 last week, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do that again.
My fingers shake as I type out my reply.
I already told you I can’t afford $1,000 a week. The best I can do is $750. Take it or leave it, Nolan.
But my false bravado crumbles when I read his incoming text.
Nolan
Leave it. The tabloids offered me $10,000 for my story about you.
What story? There isn't one, Nolan. Weston is James' son, and I'm only paying you off so you don't ruin a good thing for me.
Nolan
The story is about what a lying, cheating whore you are, Georgie. The public is clamoring to read about the new wife of Outlaw's drummer.
The tabloids will pay me upfront, no fucking two-bit payment plan.
And even better? They offered me more money for photos, Georgie.
$15,000 by tomorrow, or else I’m going back to the tabloids. And I think they’ll love the photos I have of you.
No, no, no. No! My breath is coming out in shallow, jagged pants. This cannot be happening. Even Nolan wouldn’t dare do that to me. Would he?
But I know he would. He has no morals and no empathy.
Backing up until I hit the wall, I collapse, sliding to the floor in a crumpled heap. I stare off into space as tears flood my eyes. My head thumps against the wall.
Since I don’t have anyone I can go to for advice, I turn to the collective wisdom of internet strangers.
Opening the Reddit app on my phone, I tap out ‘explicit photos, ex-boyfriend, blackmail’ into the search bar and start scrolling through the posts.
It’s startling to realize how many other people have found themselves in similar situations, but it sucks because most of the advice is the same—go to the police and/or get a lawyer.
I can’t afford a lawyer, and I can’t risk the publicity if I go to the police.
I don’t even know how long I sit there, sprawled out in the hallway of James’ house, but when I hear him come inside, I hop up. Drying my eyes, I throw on a forced smile and walk into the kitchen to preheat the oven for dinner. We’re having a casserole James picked up from a specialty market.
James and I chitchat, catching each other up on our days, but my mind keeps straying from our conversation.
Josh came over and they hung out in the workshop with Weston, tinkering with cars, while I worked another lunch shift at Deb’s. Since Nolan started blackmailing me, I’ve been working nonstop, and today is the first day I haven’t worked double-shifts in nearly a week.
When James calls me out for being quiet, I just blame it on being tired. It’s true. I am exhausted, but I’m feeling more mentally drained than physically drained. Having Nolan’s threats hanging over my head has me spinning out.
As we wait for the casserole to finish cooking, I’m wiping the counters when I see the car keys for the car I always borrow to drive to and from work.
I hold them out to James to take, but he waves them away. “Keep them.”
“But what if you need the car?”
“I have other cars I can drive. The Tahoe is yours, Georgie.”
My head rears back. “Mine?”
“Yes, yours. I bought it for you, darlin’.”
“For me to borrow,” I clarify.
“No, for you to keep.”
I shake my head. “No. No way. That’s way too much, James.”
I accepted the iPhone, but there is no way in hell I’ll accept a car as a gift. No freaking way.
He stalks to where I stand, sliding his hands around my waist, giving me a little shake. “Listen to me, Georgie. I want to know that my wife and my son are safe, so you’re going to take the damn car. Okay?”
“But… but,” I sputter. The only words my brain just heard were my wife. “But this… thing between us isn’t real!”
“Isn’t it? It’s felt pretty fucking real to me over these past few weeks.
” Cupping my cheeks, he tilts my head to look me in the eye.
As I always feared would happen, when I stare into his bottomless brown eyes, I lose myself in them.
“Feels real every time we play a game of poker. Feels real when I watch Weston while you go to work. Feels real when we share a meal or when we curl up in bed together at night. Feels pretty fucking real when I’m inside you with your inner walls quaking around my dick.
And standing right here with you, staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen?
Still feels pretty fucking real to me, Georgie. ”
My wife.
My son.
Feels pretty real to me.
You. Are. Mine.
I want you. I want us.
“Is this, do you…” I close my eyes, willing myself to be cool. “Do you… um, want to be… like, together-together?”
Criminy, Georgie! Could I sound any more like an overeager middle schooler asking her crush if he likes her back?
The corners of James’ mouth twitch in amusement.
Taking a deep breath, I spit out, “I mean… do you want to start a real relationship? Not one based on a lie, but one based on feelings?”
“Yes, Georgette, I do. I want you in every way—as my friend, as my lover, as the mother of my son, and as my partner.”
My gaze drops to the floor, and I whisper, my heart beating a million beats per minute, “And it’s not just because you love Weston?”
After a lifetime of rejection and never feeling like I’m enough, I can’t open myself up to James if he’s only pursuing a relationship with me because he doesn’t want to lose Weston.
“I love Weston, and I always will. No matter what a DNA test says, he’s my son.
But my feelings for you are something else entirely.
” He combs my hair off my face with a gentle touch.
“I love you, Georgie. I love you for your sweet disposition, your quiet strength, your loud laugh, your ability to spread love to everyone around you even when the world hasn’t given nearly enough love back to you. ”
Love. James loves me.
“But I want that to change, darlin’. I want to give you my love. You just have to be open to taking it, Georgie.”
Like a tsunami making landfall, I’m hit with a huge rush of emotions as something in my chest breaks loose.
Nolan told me he loved me, but his love was vicious and unkind.
I know now it was never about love with Nolan.
It was about control and manipulation. Besides my Nana, no one has ever truly loved me, but hearing the earnestness in James’ voice, witnessing the expression on his gorgeous face, and the way his actions always match his words, I know he means it when he says he loves me.
He loves me.
And I love him.
When a sob bursts free from my lips, James wraps me in his arms, pulling me flush against his body. “I love you, Georgette Davies.”
Looking at my grumpy guardian angel, I whisper, “I love you, too.” And then I hold on tight, never wanting to let go.