Chapter Ten #2
Carlyle saw that night, then the cops can run with it,” he finished.
“Okay,” she said, then took another bite.
“Sorry about our date,” he said before taking his own bite.
“I don’t know if you noticed this, but we’re kinda on the longest, most drawn-out date in history,” she
remarked. “Though, it’d be nice for part of it to be at a fancy restaurant,
because if you liked the black dress, you’re really gonna like the dress I picked for our date.”
He pulled her closer and dipped his head her way. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” she whispered, that got-your-cock look catching
the attention of his cock.
He tossed his half-eaten slice in the box and wrapped his
other arm around her.
She followed suit and her arms were around his neck.
They made out and it was righteous, not only because he
fucking loved kissing Georgie, but because nothing interrupted it.
However, eventually, Dutch did.
For Georgie.
He pulled away, murmuring, “Finish pizza. Beer. Then I need
to give my girl some shut-eye.”
“Are you serious?”
At her tone, and the look on her face, he’d been serious,
now he wasn’t sure.
“Babe, you’re dead on your feet.”
“I thought we were gonna get busy
tonight.”
He grinned at her. “We were. But you’re wiped. I’m wiped.
Today was full of a lot of everyone else’s shit, and the first time I’m inside
you, I want it all about us.”
“Okay, I can be down with that. So payback-for-this-morning
blowjob.”
Dutch blinked.
His dick jumped.
And his mouth said, “What?”
“Though, caveat, if you’re feeling the need to return the
favor in any way you might wish to do that, I’m open. You can be stingy with
taking your orgasms. I’m all in whenever you feel like doling one out.”
It took a beat.
And then Dutch busted out laughing.
When he was done, he realized Georgie had not joined him.
He knew why when she asked, “Do I get to go down on you?”
He hauled her tighter to his frame, and with no humor
whatsoever, he growled, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
She smiled.
Then she kissed him.
He let her.
He broke it, broke their clinch entirely, stepped back far
enough to come forward bent low, and he hefted her up on his shoulder.
She made that squeal he liked so much and then wrapped her
arms around his middle from the back, saying, “Holy wow, you can pick me up.”
She was not a lightweight, but he didn’t work out, and hard,
since he was fourteen not to be able to haul his old lady around when he got
one.
Since he’d done what she said, he didn’t feel a response was
necessary, so he didn’t make one.
He just dumped her on his bed when they got there.
Dutch twisted to the lamp and turned it on.
Georgiana scrambled up on her knees.
He lifted his hands to behind his neck and yanked off his
Henley.
Georgie went after his belt.
She tugged so hard, his hips jerked.
“Whoa, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured on a grin.
Her head tipped back. “Carolyn is a mess. There’s a murderer
on the loose. And Murtagh was unusually quiet when we got home so he might
interrupt at any time. Not to mention, you have, like, a bazillion
brothers who all seem very together, but who knows? Couples fight. Kids throw
tantrums. A brother might need the soothing goodness of Dutch Black and
probably would not hesitate to knock on your door to get it. So shut up. I’m gonna suck you off while I’ve got a clear shot.”
Never in his life would he think anytime, but especially
with Georgie, that he’d be laughing when a woman got his zip lowered, yanked
his jeans down, freeing his hard cock, and then bent over and went in.
But he was.
He wasn’t laughing when she drew him deep.
Fucking fuck.
That mouth.
Beautiful.
He cupped the back of her head and whispered, “Baby.”
She braced herself on the bed in one hand, took hold of his
hip with the other, and she blew him.
Christ.
He knew the minute she had his tongue, this would be what he
got, but fuck if it didn’t feel way fucking better around his cock.
She took him there and he had no choice but to warn, “Gotta
fuck your face, Georgie.”
She stilled to give her permission.
Dutch took over.
God.
Fuck.
God.
Fuck.
“You swallow?” he grunted.
She wrapped both hands around his ass and dug her nails in.
She swallowed.
Then she sucked, he fucked, and finally he blew down her
throat, arching into his orgasm, his head falling back, goddamned fucking amazing.
He was barely over it before he hauled his jeans up, tucked
his dick in, liking the scrape against his sensitive flesh and the wet of her
mouth still there, and ordered a hoarse, “C’mere.”
She pushed up to straight and he took control of the fly on
her cords.
“Dutch,” she whispered.
“Shut it,” he muttered, got the zip down, wrapped an arm
around her to pull her to him, shoved a hand down her pants and took her mouth.
She was wet, she was ready, she got off on that blowjob, not
as much as he did, but enough it didn’t take him long to get her there, so he
fingered her to orgasm.
She’d swallowed his cum.
He swallowed her whimper.
He ended it like he did that morning, with two fingers deep
inside her, but as she recovered, he didn’t slide them out.
Dutch trailed his lips to her ear and whispered, “This pussy
feels sweet.”
“I hope you like it when you finally take it,” she whispered
back.
He grinned and sucked her lobe in his mouth.
She shivered.
He stroked her inside.
“Dutch,” she breathed.
“Love the way you say my name,” he told her.
She glided her fingers in his hair.
“Love your ass.”
She pressed closer.
“Love how fuckin’ crazy you are about a goddamned cat.”
She stroked his hair at the bottom, which meant at the same
time she stroked the back of his neck.
“Love how you go gung-ho for a kid you’ve never met. Love
how you’re gentle with my mom because you know she’s dealing with some shit
with me. Love how big your tits are. And I know I’m gonna
love sinking into this pussy.”
He pushed his fingers deeper.
She gasped.
He slid his fingers out and pulled his head back enough she
could watch when he slipped them in his mouth to suck them clean.
She watched and she did it on a low, hot moan.
It was Dutch who got the real goodness, though, because she
tasted as fantastic as all things Georgie.
Another gasp came when he finished doing that and he caught
her hard on either side of her head where it met her neck.
And then he got close.
“Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ amazing you are,
Georgiana?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“Honey,” she whispered.
“I was lost, and I’ve not known you a week, and I might not
have it together, but I’m on the road to bein’ found
and that loosens somethin’ in me that’s been so tight
for so long, jackin’ me up so bad, I thought it was
going to kill an important part of me.”
“Dutch—”
“You give great fuckin’ head, baby. I love it too that you
know when to give over to me. And I love how wet you get doin’
it and how quick you come for me. But serious, with all we got, when I slide
inside you, it’s gonna be all about you for me and me
for you. I don’t care if I have to take us to Siberia to make that happen.”
“I hear Siberia is cold,” she said softly.
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’ve noticed you’re good at that,” she muttered.
“Babe.”
Her focus became hyper-alert.
“Dutch, I’ll exist on blowjobs and finger fucking as long as
you need to keep it at that to give you what you need to take us where you need
us to be when that happens between us. I’ll take anything from you. I’ll even
give you my cat. Because you’re that man who deserves it. And you’re that man
to me.”
Her words made something in his chest explode, busting
apart, vaporizing.
Because of that, he took her mouth and kissed her tough.
And his Georgie, she took that.
But as the emotion he was feeling faded, he gentled it, she
was with him on that too, until finally, he ended it.
“Now, we need some sleep,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, Dutch,” she replied.
“You get the bathroom first,” he said, and for some reason,
that made her smile. So he asked, “What?”
“Well, I don’t know, that was pretty intense. And all of
this is happening fast. And with what’s happening, I don’t think it comes as a
surprise to either of us as to why. But if you ever get to wondering why some
woman started falling for you, hard and swift, just remember, you always gave
her the bathroom first.”
The first part made hella sense.
The last did not.
And he told her that by saying, “Babe.”
“Dutch, I first met you when you were doing a favor for your
brother. You put others above yourself a lot. A whole lot. You gave me
stuff about giving you the security code to my building when you know you’re
not going to be that creepy jerk if things go wrong with us—”
“Things aren’t gonna go wrong with
us.”
“You get my point.”
“Georgie—”
She slid her fingers into his hair on either side of his
head and gave it a gentle jerk.
“You’re just that guy, Dutch. That guy. And I’m
just really glad I met you.” She pulled him to her for a quick kiss,
before she moved away and got off the bed. “Now we both need sleep. Because who
flipping knows what’s gonna happen tomorrow.”
And she disappeared in the bathroom.
“Mwrr?” Murtagh asked from the
door.
Dutch looked at the cat. “Yeah, we’re done.”
“Mwrrrrr,” Murtagh said, strolled
in, jumped on the bed, did a yoga pose, and started licking his foot.
In fifteen minutes, he’d double-checked his house was locked
down, the pizza box was in the fridge, the lights out, and Dutch was on his
back in bed with Georgie tucked down his side, her cheek on his pec, Murtagh
settled in on his abs.
Dutch was staring at the shadowed ceiling.
He knew by her breathing that Georgie was staring at his
chest.
“What’d my ma talk to you about?” he asked.
“She’s worried about you,” she answered.
“What’d you say?”
“I told her I got you.”
He had his arm around her, and at that, he pulled her
closer.
Because she had that right.
She had him.
Time passed.
Georgiana didn’t slide into sleep.
Neither did Dutch.
She knew that, which was why she relayed, “Just so you know,
if you ever want my avid attention when you’ve got something really sexy and
sweet and awesome to say, feel free to do it with two fingers inside me.”
Dutch started chuckling.
“Though, I will warn you, my attention was scattered seeing
as that was hotter than you taking over my blowjob,” she continued.
He kept chuckling but spoke through it this time.
“Baby, you give fantastic head. I had to fuck that mouth.”
“Feel free to do that too. Whenever the spirit moves you.”
Murtagh flew off, protesting with an irate, “Merow!”
when Dutch shifted to his side so he could pull Georgie in his arms, full
frontal.
“You’re not supposed to move when Murtagh’s settled in,
Dutch,” she educated.
“He’ll settle in again.”
“Yes, on you,” she mumbled. “Because you’re a cat
thief.”
“Georgie, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Be quiet, please, and go to sleep.”
“Okay, honey,” she whispered, and nestled closer.
That must have been what she needed, Dutch needing her to go
to sleep, because within five minutes, she was gone.
Dutch was not.
He couldn’t get used to the new feeling in his chest,
something he’d never felt.
It was weird.
Warm.
It wasn’t empty.
But it wasn’t tight.
He just didn’t know what was filling it.
He felt Murtagh settle in at the back of his head on his
pillow.
The cat purred for a while.
Then that stopped and Dutch knew he, too, was asleep.
And it was then, Dutch got it.
All of it.
Everything.
His whole life.
His dads’ life.
Both of his dads.
And he lay in that bed with Georgie in his arms and what had
become their cat on his pillow, and he knew what he’d been looking for.
He knew what his path was.
He knew what his life was about.
He thought it was big.
He thought it was dramatic.
Being a soldier in a war.
A man on a mission.
A brother with a purpose.
But it was simple.
It was just…
This.
Your house dark and quiet.
And your woman in your arms.
Happy and safe.