12. Georgia
Chapter twelve
Georgia
I can’t sleep.
Even the two glasses of wine haven’t helped. Jackson’s vulgar questions loop endlessly in my mind. Dinner was a disaster. After he left, Noah became a trainwreck. A switch had been flipped inside him. I tried to talk to him, get him to open up to me, but it had been fruitless. He harbored a deep hatred for his father. He finished the wine. Ordered most of the menu to spite him. Then I worried about the poor valet’s well-being when he explained Noah’s father had them bring his car home.
When we reached the house, he went straight to his room and slammed the door. The music instantly blared through the walls. I slipped into my room, hoping the day would be over, but I couldn’t succumb to sleep. Now, after hours of trying, I lay here, tormenting myself by replaying Jackson’s words in my head.
“Go to sleep, Georgia,” I demand, flipping on my side, but when I close my eyes, the only thing I see is him—his alluring stare, his mouth, his lips, his filthy words…
My nipples harden under my thin shirt. I graze my hand up my belly to cup my sensitive breast. Licking my lips, I imagine his hands and mouth on me, pinching, sucking. My lips part, and I drag my hand between my thighs, finding my panties wet. I insert two fingers, lost in thoughts of him. My back arches, and I let out a soft moan.
My inner walls are so slick and swollen that I replace my two fingers with three. Biting my bottom lip, I work myself into a fit of desire. God, I wish his hands were on me. I imagine his cock being back in my mouth, and my fingers get soaked even more. “After you sucked my cock, did you go back to your room and fuck yourself?” I’m close, nearly on the brink, and I pull my hands away, letting out a drawn-out huff. What the hell am I doing?
My skin is on fire. My sex pulsates with need and shame. I need to release this pent-up aggression, but this ongoing fantasy is only going to lead me down a dark path.
I turn onto my side and shove a pillow between my legs, hoping the pressure will relieve the achiness, but it’s no use. Grabbing my phone, I glance at the time. It’s almost one in the morning. Noah’s music still plays on the other side of the wall, but with how much he drank at dinner, he’s probably passed out.
I get up and slide out of my soaked panties, then open my bedroom door and walk down the hall. I stop in front of Noah’s room, pressing my ear to the door, debating whether to go in and shut the music off, but another argument, if he’s still awake, is the last thing I need. Instead, I head downstairs into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass, I fill it with ice, then pull a piece out and drag it down the center of my neck. The coolness is a brief relief against the heat building inside me. My lips part, and I lift my shirt to trace the ice between my breasts down to my stomach. I turn, resting my back against the fridge. That’s when I spot him standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes fixated on me.
I jolt, dropping my shirt and the piece of ice. “Sorry, I was just—”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Jackson pushes off the doorframe and walks into the kitchen.
My cheeks blaze with embarrassment. “I was hot… it’s hot in my room.”
“I’m sure it was. What made you so hot, Peach?” he questions, his voice coated in desire.
“I was just… hot…” I trail off as he takes the cup of ice out of my hand. Retrieving a cube, he lifts it in his hand and drags it along my collarbone.
“Does this cool you down, Peach?”
It’s only making it worse. His proximity… his signature cologne… the lightest caress of his fingers against my skin—it’s enough to drive me crazy. The ice continues to melt, dripping down my neck as he lifts my shirt, exposing my bare breasts. He slides the cube between them, and his knuckles brush against my skin, sending a shiver through me. He drags it down, swirling it around my belly button, leaving a chilled trail in its wake.
“Feeling cooled down yet, Peach?” he asks, his expression blank.
“No,” I whisper, aware it’s not the answer I should be giving. I need to put a stop to this—extinguish the desire growing inside me.
“Look how fast the ice melts. You’re too hot for your own good. I wonder how hot you are in other places.” I’m so caught up in his web that I barely make a sound when he grips my waist and flips me around, bending me over the island. “I’m going to see just how hot you are, Peach. Are you gonna let me?” My words escape me. The only thing I can do is nod. He sets the cup down, retrieving another piece of ice. He has a tight hold around my hips as his free hand slips between my thighs. “No panties. You naughty little girl. Were you hoping I’d come find you?” I definitely didn’t think I would see him. I never imagined this. “Your wet cunt tells me you were hoping.”
I want to tell him I wasn’t. But I can’t deny the slickness of my thighs from my arousal. His lips brush against my shoulder blade as the ice cube slips inside me. A raspy moan escapes as his fingers follow, massaging the chilled cube around my walls. Wetness seeps down my inner thighs, and he pulls out, grabbing another cube.
“You’re on fucking fire, Peach.” Another piece slides inside me. This time, his fingers work in a rhythm, sending a bolt of heat down my spine. “How many ice cubes do you think we’d have to go through to cool you off?” Rivulets stream down my thighs as he continues to build me up. My head falls forward. “Such a little tease you are.” In and out. “What I wouldn’t do to replace this ice with my cock. Fuck you against this island. Revel in your pretty little moans as you beg for me.”
“Jackson…” His name falls off my tongue. I’m so close.
“I love the way you say my name.” He works me faster. Deeper. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl and come for me, I’ll let you suck my cock again. Or would you rather me fuck you?”
Oh, God, I’m going to come. I clench the edge of the counter, gyrating my hips with the rhythm of his hand. Suddenly, I realize I no longer hear Noah’s music. “Noah,” I breathe out, but he doesn’t give in or let up. He wraps his hand around my neck, then slides his fingers into my hair and grips, pulling my head back as he grazes his lips along the side of my throat.
“Do you want him to join? I can’t say I expected that side of you. Greedy girl.”
I’m too far gone to fight his rebuttal. My body trembles and my orgasm ignites. He pushes deeper, and my legs quiver around him as he continues to stroke, pulling every last bit from me.
Before I can come down from my high, he pulls out and steps away, his voice a rumble against my back.
“Thanks for the midnight snack, Peach.” Then he’s gone.