Always You

by Mari Carr

  “I love your mouth on me. So good, Nick.”

  Nick recalled her comment about needing to give progress reports when he threatened to gag her. He wouldn’t admit it to her, but he’d never try to keep her quiet in bed. He loved to hear her voice, to know how he was making her feel.

  He ran his tongue down the valley between her breasts to her navel, then he dropped to his knees beside the bed. Georgie gasped as he lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders.

  “Nick!” she cried out when he leaned forward and sucked her clit between his lips. He didn’t bother to take his time. He knew his girl, knew she loved it when he came at her fast. Of course, it wasn’t like he had any control over that. His need for her never wavered or lessened. If anything, it grew more pronounced, harder to resist.

  He used his lips, teeth and tongue as he worked her clit. Then he added his fingers to the game, thrusting two inside her soaking pussy. Georgie thrashed on the bed, her progress report one long strand of jumbled words.

  “Yes. Oh. Fuck. Jesus. Can’t. Too. Nick. God. Nick.”

  He fucked her harder with his fingers. It didn’t take Georgie long. The woman had no restraint. She came loudly, her inner muscles clenching tightly as his fingers continued to move in and out.

  He wasn’t finished with her yet. He offered no reprieve as Georgie struggled to reorient herself as her orgasm slowed.

  She was breathless, her head shaking from side to side. “Can’t. Take. Any more.” Her words were expelled on harsh gasps. Nick’s cock thickened at the sound. He loved pushing her to the limit. And then beyond.

  “Of course you can.”

  They were the only words he said before he put his mouth back on her clit. His fingers had never ceased their thrusting, each digit coated with the juices of her arousal. He decided to put all that wetness to good use. Lifting his head, he pulled his fingers free of her pussy, then traveled lower. He’d never taken her ass, though they’d certainly done their fair share of playing there.

  Her hands grasped the comforter, a white-knuckle grip, when he pressed one finger into her anus.

  “Fuck me.” Her voice was hoarse from her cries. Nick was certain he’d never heard anything sexier.

  “Soon.”

  His response had her eyes narrowing. There was heat in her gaze, but it had nothing to do with anger or annoyance and everything to do with desire. “One of these days,” she promised, “it will be you at my mercy. And I won’t be kind.”

  Nick chuckled. “I look forward to it.” Then he punctuated his response by pushing his finger in to the hilt.

  Georgie reared up, not in pain, but in search of more.

  With his free hand, Nick stroked her clit as he slowly stretched the tight pucker of her ass, thrusting one finger, then two, deep inside.

  “Can’t stop,” Georgie said after several minutes of his attention. “Too good.”

  Nick decided to test yet another limit as he withdrew his fingers, returning not with two, but three.

  Georgie screamed loudly as she came once more.

  This time, he took pity on her, slowing his movements as her climax peaked, then waned.

  She lay sprawled on the mattress like a rumpled rag doll, motionless, exhausted. Her short skirt was bunched around her waist, her shirt lifted above her breasts.

  Georgie offered no protests—she didn’t even bother to open her eyes—when he gently began to remove her clothing. She simply let him move her this way and that until she was naked too.

  “Roll over, George.”

  Georgie’s eyes flew open, her gaze landing on his face. “I don’t think I can move.”

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Sure you can.” He reached for her hip and helped her shift onto her stomach. Her legs still dangled over the edge of his bed. He took a moment to soak in the sight of her firm ass.

  Then, because he could never resist, he swatted it. The action had the desired effect. Georgie wiggled, not to get away from him, but in invitation for him to continue.

  So he did. Lifting his hand, he gave her one more hard spank, then he bent over her body, caging her beneath him.

  Georgie took advantage of the new position immediately, lifting her ass and rubbing it against his erection.

  “You are the most impatient woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered as nipped her earlobe.

  “And you’re the most frustrating man.” She continued to wiggle her ass against him. “I want you, Nick. Hard and fast and now, dammit!”

  She didn’t have to ask twice. He’d stretched out this game of foreplay as long as his body would let him. Reaching for her ass, he tugged the globes apart, placed his cock at the opening to her pussy and shoved.

  The forward motion pushed Georgie off her elbows, but he didn’t let that slow him down. She’d told him what she wanted and he was giving it to her.

  Georgie offered no complaint. Her hips lifted to meet each thrust and the room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh and Georgie’s sexy moans and demands for more.

  Nick held nothing back. She was here and there was no way in hell he would ever let her escape him again.

  He was determined to give her everything. And more.

  She cried out when he withdrew. “Goddammit, Nick!”

  He reached for the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubrication. She stilled when he pressed it to her ass and squeezed a healthy amount inside.

  “Oh God,” she murmured.

  He recognized the fear laced with excitement in her voice. He’d never taken her this way. “Your call, George. If you don’t want me to—”

  “Do it. Please.”

  He worked the lube in with two fingers, then added more to his cock. He didn’t want to hurt her, which meant he needed to go slow. He prayed he’d find the strength to do that. He was already too close.

  She gasped when he placed the head of his cock at her anus, but she didn’t try to pull away. He was buried halfway when he realized she was pushing back against him, trying to take more.

  “George?” he asked, needing to know she was okay.

  “Love it. Oh Jesus. I love it.”

  He pushed the rest of the way in, and then froze. He wanted to act like his lack of motion was benevolence on his part. His way of letting her become acclimated to his cock in her ass. That was a lie. He was two thrusts away from blowing…at best. So he took a couple of minutes, trying to get control of himself. When he felt like he could fuck her without embarrassing himself, he asked, “You ready?”

  She nodded. “Yes. So ready.”

  He tightened his grip on her hips, withdrawing until just the head of his dick remained inside. Then, he gave up all restraint, taking her the way he’d dreamed of so often.

  Georgie was with him, thrust for thrust.

  “Mine,” he yelled as his balls tightened. He was so fucking close. Nick reached around her, gripping her bouncing breasts tightly. The ring she wore around her neck beat out a rhythm as it hit his hands.

  “Yours,” she said on a gasp. “Nick, I…”

  “I can’t stop, George.”

  For a moment, he feared she wouldn’t get there in time. He couldn’t hold it back. His body stiffened a split second before Georgie cried out, her ass tightening almost painfully on his dick as jet after jet of come filled her.

  Nick fell to his elbows, working hard to hold himself up so he didn’t crush her. The air in the room was suddenly humid. He felt a tiny drop of sweat roll along the side of his face.

  “So hot,” she said.

  “Sorry.” He shoved himself over onto his back, still gasping for air as he lay beside her.

  Georgie giggled. “I meant the sex.”

  He didn’t have the energy to laugh, though he certainly wanted to. “So much for that shower I just took. I’m sticky and sweaty.”

  Georgie twisted to face him. “No rule that says you can’t shower twice in one day.”

  He ran his fingers through her tangled hair, pushing it back off
her shoulders. “Want to join me?”

  She nodded eagerly. “Thought you’d never ask.”

  They pushed themselves off the bed, moving like a couple of geriatrics and laughing at each other as they creaked and groaned.

  He hugged her before bending to turn on the water. “You liked that?”

  “Holy crap, yeah. Why did we wait so long to do that?”

  Nick chuckled. “We were only together three months, George.”

  Now that they’d laid the past to rest, it felt easier to joke with her about it.

  “Good point. We’re doing that again.”

  “I think that’s fairly obvious,” he pointed out.

  “I mean today.”

  “God, I love you.” It felt good to be able to say those words aloud again. They’d been riding on the tip of his tongue since he’d seen her at Blue Moon in January. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to hold them in so long.

  “Ditto.”

  Georgie stood before the sink, holding on to the basin. Her cheeks were still flushed from their earlier exertions.

  His gaze landed on the ring. Nick reached behind her neck and unfastened the clasp on the necklace she wore.

  Georgie tried to stop him, but he shook her hands off. She was clearly afraid he intended to take it away from her. “Wait, Nick.”

  “Hold still.”

  She lowered her hands reluctantly as he studied her devastated reflection in the mirror. “I’m not taking it from you, you silly woman.”

  “You aren’t?”

  He shook his head. “Of course not. But it’s a ring, George. Not a charm.”

  She captured his gaze in the mirror. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m not trying to pressure you, but I was hoping maybe you’d wear it the right way. On your hand.”

  She gasped. “Really?”

  Though there was definite pleasure in her eyes, Nick felt it necessary to make sure she was okay with this. “There’s no reason to panic.”

  Georgie laughed, turning to grab the ring from him the second he had it off the chain. “Panic? Gimme.”

  He held it up, away from her. “I’m serious. We’re not going to rush things, George. We’ll take our time. Hell, if it’ll make you feel better we can just be engaged for years.”

  She stopped trying to reach for the ring. “Years?”

  He nodded. “Whatever you want. This time we’re moving at whatever pace you’re comfortable with. Okay?”

  “I want you, Nick. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.” She held out her hand as he slid the ring back on her finger. Once it was in place, he lifted it and kissed the top of her hand.

  “Looks good there.”

  She looked at him, her face more serious than he’d ever seen it. “Thank you. For giving me a second chance.”

  Her words touched him deeply. “I can’t wait to marry you, to make babies with you, to grow old with you.”

  She squeezed his hand. “You always know the perfect things to say.”

  “I’m a lawyer. It’s a gift.”

  Georgie laughed, then grabbed his hand and led him into the shower. “How about you put that gift to work in here? I’m in the mood for some of your dirty talk.”

  Nick accepted her challenge. And by the time they finished the shower, they both agreed they needed another one.

  Chapter Nine

  December’s flower is the narcissus, which promises respect and faithfulness. The message connected to this flower is “You’re The Only One”.

  * * *

  Georgie squeezed Nick’s hand, hoping he couldn’t feel it shake as they sat next to each other at the courthouse. It was New Year’s Eve. Kristen had achieved her second chance and landed the perfect husband in Jason.

  The couple was exchanging their I do’s before all of them headed to Blue Moon to watch Rob’s band, Express Train, play. Georgie anticipated a lot of dancing, lemon shooters and pushing-the-limits-of-public-decency fondling in her near future. She and Nick were very bad at keeping their hands to themselves.

  And if all went well, maybe they’d be celebrating something more than the New Year.

  When the Justice of the Peace declared Jason and Kristen married, inviting them to kiss, Georgie and the wine girls jumped up, cheering loudly.

  Jason and Kristen had opted for this small ceremony, surrounded by their closest friends. Georgie was pretty sure it was the most perfect wedding she’d ever been to. And she’d been to quite a few.

  She reached up and tried to bat away a tear before Nick spotted it, but she wasn’t quick enough.

  “Crying?”

  “No. I just have something in my eye.”

  He chuckled. “Come on. Let’s congratulate them.”

  Georgie hugged Kristen as Jason and Nick shook hands before doing that man hug thing where they leaned in and slapped each other on the backs.

  Shelly made no attempt to hide her tears as she stepped in next for her turn to hug the bride. The transformation in her shy friend from last year to this was absolutely astounding. It was like Shelly was a completely different person—and it had nothing to do with her outside appearance. Instead, it felt like someone had lit a candle inside her. She was glowing, beautiful.

  Georgie watched as her friends continued to talk and laugh and hug. She wanted to enjoy the moment, but there was still one thing left to do.

  She moved to the landing Jason and Kristen had just vacated. “Excuse me,” she called out. The room fell quiet quickly. Her friends knew what she was up to. All of them. It was only Nick who was in the dark, his face revealing his confusion.

  Georgie looked at Jason, who gave her a thumbs up and then moved to the courthouse doors, locking them. Shelly’s boyfriends, Lance and Christian, followed Jason, then stood in front of the doors, arms crossed, in true intimidating bouncer-style. Georgie would have laughed if she hadn’t been so nervous.

  Zoey grabbed the bouquet of narcissus Georgie had asked her to bring to the courthouse and handed them to her. The sight of the yellow and white flowers calmed her.

  “I’d just like to say something.” She kept her gaze on Nick. “This year I got something a lot of people don’t always get. A second chance. An opportunity to make amends for the past, to apologize for my mistakes. I love you, Nick.”

  She stepped off the landing and walked over to him, her heart racing, her palms sweaty. She got down on one knee, her courage bolstered by the pure love radiating from Nick’s eyes.

  “Will you marry me?”

  He grinned, though his brows creased in confusion. “I already proposed to you, George. And you said yes.”

  Her eyes widened. “I mean will you marry me now?”

  Nick’s smile faded. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “We don’t have a marriage license.”

  Jason stepped forward with a piece of paper. “Actually, you do. I pulled some strings. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line.”

  Nick took the paper from his friend, then glanced at Georgie. “You’re serious. You’ve already signed it.”

  Georgie gave him an exasperated look. The damn man still hadn’t answered her. “I know.”

  “How’s the air in here?”

  She laughed. “I’m breathing just fine.”

  He reached down and picked her up, spinning her around. “Then I think it’s time the two of us got married.”

  Georgie heard the cheers from her friends, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Nick. Her fiancé. Soon-to-be husband.

  When he set her on her feet again, he took the pen Jason proffered and signed the license, then he pointed to Lance and Christian standing by the locked door.

  “Is that necessary?” he asked.

  “Oh, they’re not there for me. They’re for you. Because I’m not an idiot. Jason said he told you to lock the church doors and nail the windows shut last time. I can’t help but think we could have avoid
ed a lot of heartache if you’d only taken those simple precautions. But I guess you’re just not at good at thinking things out and planning ahead as I am.”

  Nick laughed loudly. “George,” he said when he finally managed to pull himself together.

  “Yeah?”

  He gestured to the bouquet in her hands. “What do the flowers mean?”

  “They mean you’re the only one. Past, present and future.”

  Nick took her hand and together they stood before the Justice of the Peace. Georgie glanced over her shoulder when the man asked if anyone had any objections to the marriage. She winked at Kristen, who snickered.

  Once the vows were said and the kiss exchanged, everyone climbed into their cars and headed to Blue Moon. Georgie sat next to Nick as he drove, facing him and grinning her fool head off. She would have tried to temper her happiness if not for the fact Nick’s smile was bigger than hers.

  “I can’t believe we’re married,” he murmured. While she’d had several weeks to get used to the idea of the wedding, she’d definitely taken Nick by surprise.

  “No regrets?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “Not a single one.”

  She giggled. “Oh, I think you’re going to have one eventually.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re going to have to call your mother and tell her you married me.”

  “Fuck. Way to kill my buzz.”

  Georgie reached across the console and ran her fingers through his hair. She glanced over her shoulder. “You know, this car is huge.”

  “I’m a big guy. Can’t fit in any of those little sporty things.”

  “Have you ever had sex in the backseat?”

  Nick looked at her for one heated second and then the next thing she knew, he’d taken a left that was not part of the route to the bar.

  “Oh my, Mr. Hammel. So spontaneous,” she said when he turned down an alley that ran behind some abandoned warehouses.

  He pulled into a dark lot and put the car in park. “Get in the back, Mrs. Hammel.”

  Georgie went wet instantly when he used that voice. And her new name.

  She twisted and crawled over the seat with ease. Nick laughed as he opened his door, moved the driver’s seat as far forward as he could, then climbed in via the backdoor. “I’d get stuck if I tried that.”