Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Jefferson
“This might be a stupid question, but how do we make it fit?”
Georgie’s cheeks are flushed; she bites her glistening bottom lip, already swollen and bruised from her relentless kisses. Not that I’m complaining. I’ll never complain.
“It’ll fit,” I say as I fist my cock, hovering over her on the hotel bed.
Joaquin drove us straight to this luxury ski lodge deep in the mountains following our quickie wedding ceremony.
I knew better than to ask too many questions. Such as how any of us plan to pay for a $2000-per-night room.
The more I get to know Joaquin, the more I suspect he doesn’t actually need to live in a crap shack for financial reasons.
For now, I’ll let him be a mystery.
For now, I’m caught up in my pretty wife, who lies eager and ready under me. I take a mental picture of the moment: Georgie in a fluffy hotel bathrobe, her silky auburn hair splayed out over the Egyptian cotton.
“I like you.”
She giggles. “I like you, too.”
“Tell me if it hurts,” I say.
I’ve thought about this exact moment for 31 days — no, 32.
I tug the knot of her robe loose, then hook her leg around me. The tip of me brushes against her wet heat.
“Fuck…Georgie.”
Every inch of me is rigid. It is all I can do to keep from exploding at the feel of her sweetness taking me in, inch by slow inch.
Her strong thighs squeeze my middle as I stretch her slowly.
I watch Georgie’s face tense and soften, her eyes trained on mine. She runs one hand over my chest, and it’s almost too much. I grab that hand and link my fingers through hers, bracing it out of the way, next to the pillow.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, baby. I’m just too crazy for you. And I want it to be good for you.” Hell, even these buttery sheets are turning me on.
Desire pushes me in deeper, and she feels so good. So fucking tight, warm, and wet for me.
I groan into her shoulder, inhaling the apple scent of her hair.
“It’s good, Jefferson,” she half-whispers. “It doesn’t hurt.”
I did right by her, preparing her for me.
My hand drags down to her perfect, round ass, squeezing the flesh there.
“I’m sorry I don’t have enough meat on my bones,” she apologizes.
I crush my mouth to hers. “I love you just the way you are, Georgie. Whether you’re twenty pounds underweight or have fifty pounds extra. As long as you’re with me and let me love you.”
Her eyes shining, she says, “Always.”
Emotion clogging my throat, I slowly begin to move inside her.
Georgie’s fingernails rake over my back as I push in and pull out.
My cock grows and twitches inside her as she clamps down.
I rake my teeth over one pretty nipple, sucking it into my mouth. Pulling. Teasing. Making her shiver under me.
I switch to the opposite nipple as I reach down between us and thumb her clit.
Her breath comes in quick rasps as her first orgasm rolls over her. She pulses around my dick, and I nearly erupt.
“You take me so good, sweetheart. That pussy takes me so good.”
“Oh my god, Jefferson!” Her eyes squeeze shut as she clamps down, her body rigid.
When she softens again, Georgie begins to move with me, rocking her hips upward.
The last of her fluttering release is the final straw, and I snap, exploding inside her.
I roar as my release barrels through me like a freight train. I can’t see, I can’t think. I can only feel the sweetness of my wife as I burrow in. I bury my face in her hair and breathe as if she’s the only sustenance I need.
And she might just be.
“Baby…what are you doing?” Georgie asks a moment later as I ease my way downward, feasting on her soft belly.
“Cleaning you up.”
She cries out in surprise when my mouth meets the front of her pussy. And then she melts when I introduce her sticky folds to my tongue.
“Jefferson,” she says weakly, reaching down and running her fingers over my head.
“Pretty pussy,” I murmur as I lick her clean. “Delicious.”
She moans, rocking her hips up. At the same time, she grips the back of my head and presses down.
“Mine,” she rasps.
I flatten my tongue and stroke her clit with it, working my wife into a frenzy.
And she’s mine. Mine to devour and destroy in the sweetest way possible. Mine to put back together. Mine to worship.
Georgie comes harder this time, her throaty scream echoing across the room, her sweet cream flowing down my chin.
Georgie wanted to come with me to the lobby, but I insisted she stay and get some rest. I’m not bragging, but we wore each other out last night.
As for me, I want to check out the pool and grab some snacks from the hotel lobby. After filling two shopping bags full of junk food, I wander outside to feel the sun on my face.
The L-shaped pool overlooks a cliff. The water is tempting now that summer in the mountains has fully taken hold. I wonder if the hotel has any swimwear we can buy.
I’m sitting in a lounge chair by the pool, eating a Twinkie and thinking about whether Georgie would like a one-piece or a two-piece, when the world comes crashing down.
“Hands up! Police!”
I shove my Twinkie in my mouth because I’ll be damned if I’m leaving it unfinished, but I drop the other one on the pool deck.
Slowly, I raise my hands and turn in the direction of the voice.
Motherfucking Deputy Mark is there, his gun cocked, pointing at me.
With a mouthful of Twinkie, I let him know my thoughts.
“Now, Lundy. Let’s not be rash and do anything to ruin this pretty face.”
Although I don’t resist, It takes three men to toss me into the back of the squad car.
Mark and some other dude I don’t know are headed down the mountain before it occurs to me that Mark may not be in his jurisdiction.
“Wait a minute. Where’d the third guy go?”
No one answers.
That’s weird.
Things are much, much worse than they were a minute ago.
And I left my phone in the hotel room with Georgie.
“Hey, guys,” I say from behind the wire that separates the back seat from the front. “I’m gonna have to ask you to turn around so I can drop my room key off at the front desk. Probably bad form to check out in such a rush from a swanky place like that. Know what I mean, fellas?”
The one not called Mark keeps facing forward, so I can’t see his face, but he answers me with a cold, blank voice. “We got the key from you. Stop stressing, big guy.”
They got the key from me while they were roughing me up.
Which means…
Which means I’m gonna have to fight my way out of this car to get to Georgie because this arrest is phony as hell.
It’s a setup, and I have to get out of it.