Bad Blood (Left at the Altar Book 5)

by M. Malone

  When he lowered down, settling gently between her legs, Georgie stopped thrashing.

  “Jamie?”

  “Hmm?” He was busy inhaling the scent of her hair. What was that fragrance she always carried around with her? It was like injecting liquid sex into his veins every time he got a whiff of it.

  “You’re hard. Again.”

  He chuckled. “That seems to be a regular problem around you.”

  She gulped. “You said you didn’t want to do that.”

  “I definitely didn’t say that. I probably said some bullshit about how it was a bad idea and I didn’t want to hurt you. Which is still true. But I thought about what you said.”

  Her eyes swung to his. “You did?”

  This close it was unexpectedly intimate. That sounded weird considering that he was on top of her practically dry humping but Georgie had the kind of eyes that could see right through you. It made him acutely aware of just how much was at stake here.

  “You were right. Life is short and you should experience it all now. We can have one night without anyone being hurt. I’m leaving for a business trip soon anyway so there won’t be time for either of us to get attached.”

  “So what are you saying?” Georgie’s fingers tightened around his biceps as she waited for his answer.

  “I’m saying that if you want to explore sex, I’d rather you do it with me.”

  Her lips twitched. “Like you’re doing me a favor?”

  “Hell, no. If anyone is doing the favor, it’s you. You’re offering a chance to explore this sexy as fuck body and I’m just the lucky bastard who is coming along for the ride.”

  She nodded but there was a vulnerability in her eyes that made him hold her a little bit tighter. For all her big talk about sexual exploration, this was still Georgie. His perfect princess who had been sheltered all of her life. Maybe she really was ready to branch out but what if she wasn’t? It sounded insane to think he was volunteering to be her revenge fuck to keep her out of trouble, but he sure as hell didn’t want her asking anyone else.

  “Let’s go slow and see what happens. Work for you?”

  Her grin made him feel about ten feet tall. “Yeah, that works for me.”

  “Okay, well let’s find a movie on demand and see about getting some food.”

  It was going to kill him to take it slow but if that was what Georgie needed, then he needed to find something to distract them. Fast.

  As he rolled over and sat up, Georgie could confess to being just the tiniest bit confused.

  First he’d barged in, making demands and being his usual annoying self. But then he’d suddenly turned all seductive and had her flat on her back before she could blink. She thought agreeing to be her revenge sex partner was a good thing.

  But no, Jamie was sitting back on the bed and changing the channels on the TV like he was ready for a movie marathon. His moods seemed to change on a dime sometimes and she wasn’t sure she could keep up.

  Where was the passion? Shouldn’t they be ripping each other’s clothes off now?

  Georgie thought back to all the times she’d waited for Alex to initiate things. All those years she’d hoped maybe he’d try something new or show any interest in finding out what she wanted.

  Well, she was done waiting. If she wanted something done, she was going to have to make it happen. Starting now.

  Her hands trembled only slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the black bra underneath.

  Jamie looked over at her. “What should we watch…Whoa. Georgie, what are you doing?”

  It was hard not to laugh at the instantly befuddled look on his face. He looked like a little kid staring at a toy he desperately wanted but had been told not to touch.

  “Getting more comfortable. Isn’t that what you said?” She toyed with the straps to the bra but just when she thought his tongue was going to fall out, she started unzipping her skirt instead.

  “Uh, maybe we should…” He never finished the thought just stared at her legs as she pushed the skirt down. “Fucking hell, Georgie. You are beautiful.”

  The simple reverence in his voice was what gave her the confidence to unhook her bra in the back. It hung on her arms for a few seconds and she clutched it to her chest before it could fall away, revealing her bare breasts to him.

  “Show me.” The gruff tone wasn’t at all what she was used to hearing from Jamie. But the stark need and desire sparked something that made her want to do it. With him she wanted to be bad.

  Because she knew he would make her feel so good.

  She straightened her arms and the bra fell to the ground, leaving her clad in only a black lace thong.

  “You take my breath away.”

  That was the last thing he said before he yanked her against him. Georgie grabbed his arms, climbing him like a tree. For the next few moments, they broke apart only to get him out of his clothes, his shirt, jeans and then boxers being thrown and pushed down in a frenzy.

  When Georgie got her first look at him naked, she wasn’t sure if she should give herself a high five or run away and barricade herself in the bathroom. The man was not built like someone who spent his time behind a desk.

  Jamie had the kind of body that looked like he knew how to use it. Like he had the stamina to give her the ride of her life. She could only hope she was ready to handle that. After so long with one person, she really had no idea what men expected from their sexual partners.

  What if he wanted her to do things she couldn’t handle? Or things that hurt?

  His tongue lashed against the sensitive shell of her ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy on you.”

  His chuckle made her feel better. Ultimately, this was still Jamie, which made all the difference. With him, she didn’t have to wonder if he liked her body or thought she was pretty. Even the way he looked at her was different.

  As if he could hear her thoughts, Jamie tugged her gently to the bed, going to his knee beside her.

  “If anything is uncomfortable, let me know.”

  “Okay.”

  “If anything feels good, let me know that, too.” He raised an eyebrow at her soft giggle. “Totally serious about that. I want to know what works for you. So I can do it again and again.”

  Her thoughts scattered as he dipped his head and his lips met the skin right above her panties. His thumb hooked in the side of the fabric and tugged it down, his mouth following close behind. She had no time to prepare before his mouth connected with her bare skin.

  The sound she made would have embarrassed her if she had time to care but Jamie was clearly on a mission. His tongue lapped at her clit lazily, until she was crying out beneath him over and over. Then he looked up at her and the intensity of his eyes while he was kissing her so intimately was all it took to make her fly apart.

  “Fuck, I knew you were hot but watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Georgie was still tingling all over and his words barely got through the post-orgasmic haze she was caught in. She’d had orgasms before, after all she did own a vibrator, but they were nothing like what had just happened. There were so many sensations that couldn’t be replicated when going solo. The warm, wet rasp of his tongue, the weight of his arms around her and holding her down and mostly, the deliciously dirty things he loved to say.

  This time when he kissed her, it was hard and unrelenting, and his lips tasted like her. It was an unexpected turn on and made her feel strangely possessive. Like he should smell and taste like her and only her.

  “Are you sure about this, Georgie?” His dark eyes fixed on hers and there was something there that she couldn’t define. But all she knew was that she’d never seen that particular look from Jamie and that she never wanted to lose it.

  “I want you. I want this.” Her hand snaked down and wrapped around the hard cock that was trapped between them.

  He growled, the sound low and sexy, before he pulled back slightly. She watched as he reached for his pants an
d then blushed when he withdrew a condom. How crazy he made her! She’d forgotten all about protection.

  As if he could hear her thoughts, he smirked while rolling the condom on. She bit her lip as he crawled back across the mattress.

  “Enjoying the show, Princess?”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Very much so. I’d enjoy it even more from up close.”

  This time when he kissed her, there was no uncertainty. All her thoughts were attuned to him and the way he made her feel. They fit perfectly together and when he thrust into her, her mouth fell open from the exquisite pleasure of being stretched full.

  “Oh my god, Jamie.”

  Her fingers clutched at him until she was surely leaving marks on his skin. But his deep moan of satisfaction when their hips finally met made her shamelessly wet.

  “I knew it. Knew you’d be perfect,” he muttered and the deep sound of his voice rumbling next to her ear made her shudder and clench around him.

  He lifted one of her legs and held it around his waist to deepen the angle and all Georgie could do was hang on as he proceeded to fuck her into the mattress. She moaned and trembled in his grip. Before long she was coming again, crying out as her muscles clamped down on him relentlessly.

  She felt his smile against her neck as he slowed his pace. Pushing up on one hand, Jamie rested his forehead against hers. He kept their eyes locked as he made love to her until Georgie felt tears well.

  “You are absolutely perfect.” His voice broke off when she tightened her muscles around him deliberately. “Fuck, do that again.”

  The ragged command made Georgie feel like the sexiest woman in the world. She tightened her muscles again, crying out when he fucked her harder, the move having stolen away whatever control was holding him back.

  Yes, she thought. This was what she wanted. To have the unbridled, uncontrolled Jamie that had been haunting her dreams for years. Her eyes drifted closed.

  “No, let me see you. Keep those beautiful eyes on me as you come.”

  Georgie gasped as he suddenly rolled over, placing her on top. She wasn’t used to being in the driver’s seat and immediately felt awkward. But Jamie placed her hands on his chest and rolled his hips.

  “Ride me, Georgie. Take what you need.”

  Under his hot stare, she felt like she could do anything and it would turn him on. Once she caught his rhythm, she rocked her hips, taking him deeper. His eyes bounced between her breasts and down to where they were joined. The look on his face was pure rapture.

  And pure adoration.

  “Christ, I’m going to come. Come with me.” Jamie licked his thumb and then held it right against her clit, rubbing furiously.

  Georgie screamed as the orgasm rolled over her unexpectedly. Dimly she heard his hoarse groan that proved he’d finished right behind her. She collapsed against his chest and curled up, feeling completely satisfied.

  Chapter 7

  Of all the things that Jamie had worried about happening in the aftermath of sex with Georgie, he’d certainly never prepared himself for laughter.

  “Should I be worried that you can’t seem to stop giggling to yourself?”

  Georgie snuggled down lower under the comforter, peeking out at him from under the curtain of her hair. “Don’t mind me, I’m just delirious from multiple orgasms.”

  Jamie found himself chuckling along when she let loose another satisfied hum. “Glad to know you found the service satisfactory. Be sure to fill out a quality control survey before you leave.”

  She rolled over until she was flat on her back. Her smile was gone. “I never had this with…”

  He scowled. “It’s okay. You can say his name. Alex the Asshole.”

  “The funny thing is his middle name is Aaron so his initials were a tad too close to spelling out ass for my liking. Anyway, we never had this.”

  “What is this?” Suddenly Jamie wanted to hear her describe it. He wanted her take on this thing between them because it suddenly didn’t feel like the easy, fun fling that they’d planned.

  “I don’t know,” she replied, finally.

  Jamie propped himself up on one elbow. “This is what happens when two people have insane chemistry. It’s natural. Then there’s the fact that it’s you and me. It’s not like we’re strangers. We already care about each other so it’s easier to lose your inhibitions with someone when you know they like you just the way you are.”

  She was watching him closely now. “You liked me? Even when I was following you around and insulting you?”

  “Flinging insults is another type of foreplay. At least it is for us.” The clock on the nightstand caught his eye. “Damn, is that the time?”

  Georgie stiffened and then pushed away slightly. “Yeah, I guess you have to get going. I can walk you out.”

  “You can’t leave!”

  She froze, her hands clutching the comforter to her chest. “What? Why can’t I leave?”

  “Um, shit.”

  “Jamie, what are you keeping from me?”

  “I hate to even bring it up but the gossip rags are reporting that Alex had a mistress. It’s probably best to lay low for a while.”

  She nodded but her eyes had dimmed a bit. He hated to see that look on her face and even more that he’d been the one to bring it back. But at least he knew one way to get rid of it again.

  He grabbed the edge of the comforter and yanked it down until her bare breasts popped free.

  “Jamie! What the hell?”

  “I like you better uncovered.”

  She tugged her end of the comforter again. “Maybe so but I need to get dressed.”

  “Why? All I’m going to do is get you undressed all over again.”

  Her eyes heated at his words.

  “You didn’t think I was leaving, did you?” He chuckled darkly. “Oh, my sweet, innocent Georgie. You really have no idea what you’ve started, do you?”

  He climbed over her again. “A revenge fuck doesn’t mean just one time, beautiful.”

  “It doesn’t?” She moaned as his hand moved up to cup one breast, his fingers skimming over the sensitive tip.

  “Not a chance. I have the opportunity to do all the things I’ve dreamed about with you and you’ll be lucky if I let you sleep tonight.”

  “Mmm. All night, huh?”

  The hint of challenge in her voice was unmistakable. “You don’t think I can do it?”

  Her eyes sparkled. “That’s a long time, that’s all.”

  “You’re right. Seeing is believing.”

  Exhausted after their second round, Georgie watched as Jamie paced the room. He wasn’t wearing a stitch, not even a towel and had the room service menu in one hand and the television remote in the other.

  It should have been an inconvenience. After all, he’d barged in and taken over her bed and her remote. This was supposed to be her time to reflect on her mistakes so she could hopefully never make them again.

  But instead she was holed up with Jamie playing naked games.

  She really liked naked games.

  “Hamburger or pasta?” Jamie waved the menu in the air and she had the feeling he’d been trying to get her attention for a bit.

  “I already ate lunch, remember? But I’m not against eating again.”

  Now that she had no more worries about fitting into her wedding dress, she could actually eat to enjoy food again. She groaned thinking about the slice of key lime pie she’d already wasted.

  “On second thought, nothing for me. I’ll just steal a fry from your plate.”

  Jamie grinned. “Two orders of fries. I speak girl. Steal a fry is code for eat half of the plate.”

  After he put in the order, he climbed back under the covers next to her. Georgie slid over and cuddled up right below his chin. This was the most unexpected part. The snuggling. Feeling so safe. Happy.

  This was supposed to be a casual thing. A revenge fuck to get her over Alex and show her how good sex could be.

  She peeked up a
t Jamie, whose attention was still on the television. So far, not only had he blown all thoughts of her former fiancé out of her mind but he’d been so sweet and attentive. It was enough to make any girl feel a little obsessed.

  No. Not happening. Georgie, you are not doing this again. You kicked the Jamie crush a long time ago.

  She pulled the comforter higher to ward off the sudden chill. Her crush on Jamie had died the day he’d brushed her off. Now that she was older, she could understand his point of view better. He’d been a twenty-two-year-old visiting his best friend’s family. She’d been a completely naïve sixteen-year-old who didn’t see a single thing wrong with throwing herself into his arms.

  In retrospect, she actually thought he’d done a pretty good job of turning her down without humiliating her. But teenage Georgie hadn’t cared about how nice he was being. All she’d remembered was that he’d said no and that she’d seen him with a busty blonde later that same day.

  “What are you thinking about?” Jamie’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

  She contemplated making something up but then decided, why bother? They were both older and wiser. Plus, considering where they were, it was kind of funny.

  “I was thinking about my sweet sixteen party. When you crushed my teenage heart.”

  Jamie groaned and put a hand over his face. “You had to bring that up, didn’t you?”

  She laughed. “It’s pretty relevant, considering what we just did.”

  “Do you have any idea what a pervert I felt like that day?”

  “Why? Because I kissed you? We’re not that far apart in age.”

  “No. But six years is a big deal when one of you is jailbait.” He glared down at her. “You were literally a walking felony. Why do you think I stopped coming around after that? Every time I saw you I was reminded of how many ways King would dismember my body if I so much as breathed in your direction.”

  “Well, teenage Georgie had some pretty damn good taste.” She bit her lip, wondering whether she should tell him the next part. “You’re the reason I waited, you know? I didn’t want my first time to be with just anyone. I kept thinking that maybe when I was older, you’d finally see me as a woman.”