Chapter Seven
~Wyatt~
True to my word, I spend every evening making the drive out to Oklahoma City and spending a good couple of hours watching my little honey bee as she flits around the bar, delivering food, alcohol, and cheer to everyone who interacts with her before she’s able to take her break with me.
Every night this week has seen me falling more and more in love with Georgie.
Not only is she still taking care of everyone in her sight, making sure they have everything they need, but she’s listened so intently to all my ideas for the ranch, and been sharing more and more of herself with me at the same time.
As we sit and enjoy a small snack together, I tell her all about what we’re doing at the ranch and what I want the future to look like, and she tells me all about the books she’s reading, about her elderly neighbor who she’s pretty fond of despite the woman’s grumpy exterior, and some of the ways she’s made due without a proper kitchen.
Wiping a tear from the corner of my eye, I try to contain my laughter after she’s finished describing one of her first culinary adventures.
“Let me get this straight,” I chuckle, loving the way my girl’s face is lit up with joy.
“Your hot plate was cooking the tomato soup, so you made a grilled cheese with an iron?”
Georgie shrugs a shoulder. “It was the only other thing I had that would work.” She smiles at me and I squeeze her hand that’s laced with mine on the tabletop.
“That’s pretty creative,” I tell her, loving the way her eyes light up anytime I compliment her.
It’s a look I hope to see on her face a lot more.
“Though I shouldn’t be surprised. You are the same woman who made a makeshift washtub from an empty feed bucket and a cooling rack when our washer was on the fritz. ”
I remember that day vividly. Georgie frowning down at the broken washer, then picking up the laundry basket and marching outside, throwing a washtub together, and scrubbing clothes until they were cleaner than they’d ever been.
“You remember that?” She asks, a shy smile on her face. “That was like four years ago.”
Bringing her hand up to my mouth, I kiss her knuckles, enjoying the way her cheeks blush every time I touch her.
I want to see just how far down that blush can go, but I can wait.
Every night Georgie walks me to my truck and lets me kiss her goodnight is heaven and hell, an exercise in patience.
I want this woman in my house and in my bed permanently, and I feel like I am holding on by a thread.
“Oh, my sweet honey bee. When it comes to you, I remember everything.”
Georgie’s eyes light up even more and she bites her lip. My eyes never leave hers as I watch her get up from the table and come over to where I’m sitting. “Wyatt,” she says, her voice low. “Take me home.”
My eyes search hers and the more I do the bigger the smile gets on my face. “Really? Like home to the ranch home?”
Georgie nods, but then shakes he head slightly. “Well, yes.” Her hand trails along the buttons of my shirt. “But also no. I mean, I do have to pack up my things, and it is a long drive back to Juniper Creek. Maybe you could spend the night before we head back tomorrow?”
Her expression is vulnerable, and I know how much courage it took her to ask me that, especially after my idiocy a few months back. “You sure, honey bee? Because once we go there you are mine forever.”
Every time I kiss her goodnight, I spend the ninety minute ride home with a rock hard cock and it stays hard even after I jerk it in the shower to thoughts of our kisses and fantasies of more happening. “No take backs, no running away.”
“I’ve always been yours, Wyatt,” she says, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “Now take me home.”
My smile turns feral as I scoop her up and over my shoulder. “No need to tell me twice,” I tell her as I stride towards the door, Georgie’s giggle filing the air.
“By everyone,” she says. “You’ve all been really nice.”
A chorus of goodbyes goes up and I smile at how loved my girl is. With one last nod to the bouncer, I carry my girl out of the parking lot and over to my truck. I open the passenger door and let Georgie down.
“We’ll come back for your car tomorrow. I’m not letting you out of my sight,” I tell her before I take her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Our tongues slide together much like they have all week, only now I don’t have to hold back.
My control has snapped and the only thing keeping me from taking Georgie right here in the parking lot is privacy. This hot body is for my eyes only.
“Hop in. honey bee,” I tell her with a light swat to her ass. After I get her all buckled in, I adjust myself in my pants and jog over to the driver side.
The car starts and we’re off like a rocket. “In a hurry,” Georgie says, reaching over to grip my thigh before sliding her hand higher and higher until she’s an inch away from my dick.
I snatch her hand up and bring her palm up to my mouth to kiss. “Don’t be confused, Georgie. Am I in a hurry to get back to your place so I can ravish you? Fuck yes, but once I have that sexy little body of yours laid out before me, I’m taking my sweet time.”
My eyes flick over to hers and see them widen with a little bit of alarm, but mostly heated desire.
“Then I guess we better get a move on,” she says breathlessly.
Ten of the longest minutes of my life later, I’m opening Georgie’s door and tossing her over my shoulder once again. “I can walk, you know.”
My hands grip onto her thighs and I give her a squeeze before sliding one of my hands up to palm at her juicy ass.
“I know it, but trust me honey bee, these legs are going to need to reserve their strength. I plan to keep them shaking all night long.” A moan comes out of my girl’s mouth and I can’t help but grin like the Cheshire cat.
Finally, Georgie will be mine in every way that matters.
“Keys,” I command when we arrive at her door.
Georgie passes them over and as soon we we’re in side her apartment, I kick the door shut and lock it.
No interruptions for us. My eyes take in the small space that my girl has been living in and a low growl comes out of my throat.
I can’t believe she’s been living in this dinky little apartment this whole time.
I’m tempted to berate myself again for making her run away, but I try to remember that Georgie has forgiven me and she’s coming home. That’s what’s important. Besides, right now I have more important things to do.
Spotting the bedroom, I stride in and gently place my girl down on the floor, watching as she eagerly kicks off her shoes. My hands reach up into her hair and pull her head to mine so that I can kiss her.
“My lips have been off you for much too long,” I say before I devour her lips in another punishing kiss. My dick is on red alert and straining against the zipper of my jeans, but I tell him to cool off while we pleasure our woman.
Reaching down, I grip the hem of Georgie’s shirt and whip it up and over her head. After I toss it aside, I take a look at the gorgeous mounds of her tits as they strain against the white lace of her bra.
“Goddamn, honey bee,” I say, reaching up and holding the weight of each one in my hands. “Fucking perfect.”
“You really think that?” She asks, looking surprised than anyone would find her body beautiful.
My chest rumbles with the need to go around and kick the ass of everyone that every made her feel less than. The fact that I am among them makes me sick to my stomach, but right now all I can do is make sure she never has reason to doubt my love for her body again.
“Yes, honey bee. I do.” Reaching around and unhooking her bra, I let it fall to the floor and suck in a breath at the sight before me. “Your body, all of it, is perfect for me, and I’m going to spend every day worshipping it like it deserves to be worshipped.”
Georgie smiles and lays down on the bed.
“Show me,” she commands, and I am helpless to resist her.
First, I peel off every layer of clothing that will get in the way of making her mine.
When I get to my briefs, I raise a brow at my girl as she watches my long, thick cock spring free. “Holy shit,” she whispers.
I chuckle and make my way over to the bed, reaching down to unbutton Georgie’s shorts and peel those and her panties down her legs. She rarely swears, so I can only take her exclamation as one of shock and excitement.
“It’s all for you, honey bee,” I tell her, giving myself a few long strokes before I lean down to kiss her again.
After kissing Georgie until her lips are read and swollen, I make my way down her neck, licking the one spot that drives her wild.
Her body squirms beneath me, but I reach a hand down to her hip to still her movements.
“Patience, Georgie.” I make my way down to her breasts and pull one to my mouth, licking and sucking at her nipple until it’s a stiff, rosy peak. Then I move onto the other side and do the same thing. Back and forth I go until my girl is mewling beneath me.
“Please, Wyatt,” she says sweetly as her hips grind up against me. “I need more.”
I pop off her breast and kiss my way lower.
“Then you’ll get more,” I tell her as I settle between her legs and throw each one over my shoulders.
“Time to see if your honey is as sweet as you are.” Parting her perfect, wet folds with my thumbs, I stare at the most beautiful pink pussy I have ever seen in my life.
“Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” I say just before I lick my way up from her hole to her clit, circling the bundle of nerves and sucking it onto my mouth for a minute before I can’t hold back any longer.
My mouth attacks her pussy, licking up and down, nipping and sucking all over until she’s screaming my name, her orgasm ripping through her and giving me even more of her sweet honey to lap up.
Just before she comes all the way down, I add a finger to her tight as fuck hole and start pushing it in and out, then I add another, curling my fingers up until I hear her panting her breath again. My dick is leaking all over the sheets, and I just hope I don’t blow the minute I get inside her.
“Wyatt, Wy…I think I’m coming again,” she says just before her hole grips my fingers and pulses around them, a low moan coming from her mouth as she rides another wave of pleasure.
As she catches her breath, I climb back up to her face and crash my mouth down over hers, letting her get a taste of just how delicious she is. When I break the kiss, I look down and see Georgie’s eyes brighter than the sun, showing me just how good she feels. “That was amazing.”
“You’re amazing, and you taste better than I ever imagined,” I tell her. Unable to hold off any longer, I start running my thick cock through her folds, making sure I hit her clit at the end. “Fuck, you feel so good, honey bee.”
Georgie cups my face and gazes into my eyes with so much love it almost hurts, like I’m trying to stare into the sun. “I love you, Wyatt. I’ve been saving myself for you. Make me yours, please.”
“Fuck.” My hips still and I look deep into her eyes.
“I want to, honey bee. So badly,” I say, running my cock through her folds again.
“If you want this, it’s yours, but there’s not going to be anything between us, Georgie.
Once I’m inside you I plan on breeding you over and over again.
You’re mine for life. Marriage, babies, growing old.
All of it.” I’ve had an engagement ring in my pocket since the day after she left.
As soon as I get a chance, I’m slipping it on her finger.
Georgie’s head nods enthusiastically. “Yes, please. I want that too. So badly,” she says, raising her hips up so I slide in an inch. “I want to marry you and have your babies, Wyatt. As many as you’ll give me.”
“Goddamn,” I grit out, the last of my resolve crumbling. Taking it easy since it’s her first time, I push in another inch, followed by another until I feel her barrier. “Hang on tight to me honey bee. This will hurt for a second, but I’ll make it so much better I promise.”
“I know you will,” she says. I lean down and kiss her, getting her worked up before I thrust in hard, breaking past her virginity.
I swallow her cry of pain and withdraw a little before pushing back in with long, slow movements that are driving me crazy.
It’s taking all my strength not to go off inside her right now.
“You are so fucking tight,” I say, pushing in some more. “So tight, and perfect. I want to spend the rest of our lives doing nothing but this. It’s so, so good, honey bee.”
Georgie hums and rubs her hands along my back. “So good,” she moans when I hit a certain spot. Her fingers skim down my back until suddenly she’s gripping my firm ass. “More. Harder.”
“You sure?” When she nods, I give into the desire to thrust into her with everything I’ve got until I bottom out.
I repeat the action over and over and we soon find a groove.
Our bodies move together like they were made for one another, our hips meeting at the same time to create the perfect friction, slapping sounds filling the air.
“God, I love you so much,” I confess as I reach down to thrum at her clit. I’m about ready to bust a nut and I need her to go off first. “Come one, honey bee. Get there for me.”
After another minute, I see Georgie’s eyes light up and her body tense before another orgasm takes her, her legs shaking as they wrap around mine. “Oh god, Wyatt,” she cries out, her face looking so full of rapture that I can’t hold back my own pleasure.
“Georgie,” I groan out as I spill my seed into her belly, hoping it takes root and makes us a baby right away.
Georgie is going to be the best mom and I will try to be the best dad, just like I’ll try to be the best husband.
When I finally pull out, I lay down next to my girl and pull her against me, loving the skin to skin contact.
“Thank you, honey bee. Best gift I’ve ever been given. ”
Georgie turns to me and smiles wickedly. “Best thing about this gift is it’s the one that keeps on giving,” she says, reaching down and stroking my cock with her hand.
“Fuck.” I’m already getting hard again. My little honey bee is insatiable and I love it. She may be the death of me, but as I roll us over and slide into her again, I can’t imagine a better way to go.