Epilogue
IT TOOK ELIJAH a month to convince Georgia to move in with him. Now, two weeks in, and his only regret was their breakup because he wished she lived with him the moment she came back to Landmere.
Yes.
Elijah was that guy. Completely whipped and one hundred percent loving it.
Georgia was by far the best thing to ever happen to him.
“Hey, roomie,” the little jokester greeted Elijah when she joined him on the couch. “Movie or book tonight?”
They had a rhythm where if they didn’t have plans, they would either watch something on television or read together. He had a shift tomorrow, so it was an easy choice for him.
“Television. I need to be out the door tomorrow by six o’clock, and I just bought The Midnight Train. Not sure I’ll be responsible enough to stop reading before midnight.”
She curled into him. “I always say one more chapter, and the next thing I know, I’ve finished the book, and it’s three a.m.”
“I’ve witnessed the wreckage from this.” He laughed when she slapped his thigh.
“The problems of a reader.”
Elijah dragged her onto his lap. His hands gripped her thighs, and she ducked down to put her mouth on his throat, kissing him sweetly.
“Or we could say screw TV and go upstairs,” Georgia, his sweet vixen, whispered to him as she rotated her hips against his.
He was about to flip her to her back so he could rip her shorts off when her phone rang.
“Ignore it,” Georgia told him as she continued to grind on him. “I want you.”
Fuck her phone. He did a maneuver to have her lying on the couch. In a quick second, her pajama shorts and underwear were tossed over his shoulder. His mouth was so close to licking her pussy, when her phone rang.
Again.
Georgia grabbed his hair, pushing his face back between her legs. “Please ignore it.”
Fine with him. His tongue licked up her wetness when the fucking phone went off again. Elijah sat back on the couch. “Either answer your phone or throw it away.”
Groaning, she grabbed her phone from the side table. “Crap, she called me three times.”
Her phone rang again. “Four times now,” Elijah groaned, crossing his arms, angry someone else was getting Georgia’s attention when he was in the middle of tasting her.
She answered the phone. “Are you okay?”
Someone was crying on the other end. Shit, now he felt like a dick for being pissed. Sort of. He still wished his mouth was on her pussy.
“You kissed my brother?” Georgia’s mouth hung open at the news.
Who the hell was his peach talking to?
Who kissed Nash?