Tapped: A Love on the Rocks Novella

by Cora Cade

  "Oh, she's so sweet." Rowe bumped Georgia just enough to set her on her ass, and the big dog sat beside her and leaned into her for more attention. "We're going to be friends, Rowena."

  "She's a lover, for sure." He held a hand out for her. "Come on. We can go inside before it gets dark and the night starts to get chilly. I'll start a fire and Rowe can do her business."

  For a hot one night stand, Will was really boyfriend material. The thought put a slight frown on Georgia's face. Owned his own home, had an adorable dog, sweet, obviously employed, a full-blown adult. And he was not for her. Her time at the lake was short. At best they could turn this one night into a summer fling.

  Will held her hand for a moment, looking into her eyes. "Hey, no pressure here. I'll make that fire, we can order a pizza or something if you want. Nothing more."

  His handsome face held a hint of nervousness. There, in the wrinkled forehead and mouth turned down in the corners. So adorable.

  "Here I thought I followed you home for some hot sex. But pizza is good too."

  The elusive dimple made an appearance. "Hot sex?"

  "I'm not very good at picking up random men at the bar, but that had been the point of my evening out."

  "And here I thought I had picked you up. You wound my fragile male ego."

  Georgia laughed. "I don't think your ego is even slightly fragile."

  "Truth." His dimple flashed again.

  "Will, I'd like to have no strings attached sex tonight. Safe and full consenting sex. But I'll settle for some pizza and good company." She shrugged. "It's your call."

  Georgia waited for a response, but Will just cocked his head to one side and looked at her.

  "Well?"

  He hummed low in this throat before saying, "Tell you what, I give you this hot night of sex and you give me another date night. Deal?"

  Four

  Will stood back and watched Georgia's face. There was shock first, swiftly followed by a more serene expression. He just waited, more than happy to give her what she wanted tonight, but unwilling to cave on his end of the bargain. Because Just Georgia wasn't the kind of woman you let slip through your hands.

  Sexy, confident, smart. He wanted to know more about her than just what she looked like naked. Not that he was against knowing that, too, but she was more than the sum of her parts. And he wanted a shot to prove he was worth her time.

  "So, what you're saying," she stepped forward, "is that you'll fuck me, but only in trade?"

  Shit. She made that sound very sordid. "What I'm saying is I'd like to see you again. Don't make it sound so dirty."

  Georgia's face lit up with a broad smile. "That's very sweet, Will. But I don't need promises or guarantees to feel good about tonight. I'm only in town for the summer, then I'm heading back to Chicago."

  Now it was Will's turn to frown. "I know that. But that doesn't mean we can't make the most of the time you do have here. With me."

  "Fine. One night out, but that's it. I can't be getting attached to you."

  Will's heart beat in double time. His first victory, and, hopefully, not his last, with the delectable Georgia. "I'll take it. And we can still order pizza later."

  "Later?"

  "After all this hot sex you're demanding."

  A slow smile spread across her face. "Damn straight I'm demanding it."

  "But are you going to take it?"

  Georgia's eyes darkened a split second before she stepped into his body. Her small hand circled around his neck and tugged him down to her mouth. Her lips hovered just a breath away from his.

  "You like your ladies bossy?" A whisper.

  Will couldn't answer because she took his mouth in a fierce, no holds barred kiss that rocked him down to his toes. Oh, he definitely liked Georgia bossy. They went from civilized conversation to panting for each other in record time.

  Georgia pressed her tits to his chest, and Will could only think about removing every layer of clothing keeping them apart. There was a small part of his brain that told him to slow down, to savor her and the moment, but he ignored it and stripped off his shirt before reaching for Georgia's top.

  He tugged it up with her help and stood spellbound when her luscious breasts bounced in a pretty lace bra the color of cream. They were full and heavy and made his mouth water. He cupped the lace, letting the weight of each breast settle in his palm, and felt her nipples firm under his touch.

  His cock responded in kind, pressing painfully behind his zipper. His hands roamed across her supple skin, tugging at the straps of her bra, and he fantasized about rubbing the head of his cock in the valley of her tits. His filthy mind could see her lips wrapping around his shaft, wetting it for a nice titty fuck before shooting his load across her chest.

  Jesus, just the fantasy was enough to draw his balls up close and wet the tip of his dick. He needed to get a handle on the heat between them or he'd embarrass himself before he could show Georgia exactly what he could offer in bed.

  * * *

  Will had his hands all over her breasts, working her into a frenzy with just that simple touch. Her pussy was creaming, so wet and ready for him she was aching.

  In a hurry, she pulled away from his touch and tugged her clothes off. Uncaring about being naked in front of such a fine male specimen, only concerned with letting him continue his exploration of their mutual pleasure. Because she was getting a piece of that dick before she broke into a million pieces.

  Standing before her in only a pair of low slung jeans, Will couldn't take his eyes off her naked body. His perusal warmed her. He was sexy, and if the thick erection behind his jeans was any indication, he was just as affected.

  "Damn, woman. I need a taste." He fell to his knees. "Spread wide for me. Show me those pretty pussy lips."

  Grateful she'd kept her waxing appointment a few days ago, Will's lips settled on her core and there was nothing to impede the slide of his tongue across her flesh. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt a man's lips move across her clit. It was decadent.

  Will made a hungry sound, nearly a growl, and her pussy fluttered against his mouth as he ate at her.

  "Fuck, Georgia." He pulled back and looked up at her. "I need to be in you."

  "Hell yes." Georgia tried for emphatic, but it came out breathy instead. Barely above a whisper.

  Will had settled back on his heels, chest bare, lips glossy from her arousal, and let a hand drift from her hip down to her knee. Georgia was expecting a soft touch, a soothing slide of fingers down to her calf. Instead Will lifted his hand sharply and smacked her wet pussy with his fingertips.

  The unexpected sting lasted for a brief moment before being replaced by a warm rush of pleasure and a shudder ripped through her body. She pulled her legs together, pressing them tight to stop the build of arousal. The sweet ache.

  "Fuck."

  Will stood, shedding his jeans in the process, and in the span of a moment he stood before her naked and rigid. His cock was thick, as she'd expected, and more than a mouthful.

  It was her turn to fall to her knees, and she did so eagerly. Before gripping him in her hand, she peered up at him, and he watched with feverish eyes. As she leaned forward, his gaze followed the sway of her breasts, and she knew exactly how to get him as hot as he'd made her.

  With a firm grip at the base of his cock, she placed a gentle kiss to the tip. He hissed in a breath. Impatient, she slipped him between her lips and pulled him to the back of her throat. She repeated the motion several times, never slowing or letting him savor the moment. She wanted him right on the edge for the next step in his seduction.

  They were a few feet away from the couch and she pushed on his hips to encourage him to take a seat. He took the hint, relaxing back into the cushions as she followed on her knees.

  Georgia let her chest move and sway, even putting a little extra motion into her crawl because Will couldn't tear his eyes off the tips of her breasts. She gave him a quick lick of her tongue before settling be
tween his legs.

  His cock was nice and wet from her mouth, and she cupped both breasts and set them against his length. Will sucked in a harsh breath and a drop of pre-come tempted her with a taste. She flicked out her tongue, and he jerked at her touch. His cock nestled further between her tits and he took over the motion as she held still.

  Five

  Will had died and gone to fucking heaven. Georgia on her knees, looking up at him through her librarian glasses, with his cock buried in her cleavage. Jesus.

  If he didn't stop himself, he'd end up blowing his load before they got to the main event. And like hell he'd be passing up having Georgia in his bed. He wasn't twenty anymore, he needed more than ten minutes to recover.

  Will looked down at Georgia and rethought his last statement. Her hair was still neatly pulled away from her face in a fancy twist, her dark glasses highlighted her gorgeous eyes, and those perfectly plump lips hovered just above his cock. Ten minutes and he'd be ready to go again with her. His every fantasy brought to life, and he couldn't get enough of her. Smart, curvy, drop dead sexy.

  He slowed his thrusts, pausing to catch his breath, before scooping Georgia into his lap. She gave a surprised squeal before settling into his arms. Will could see the moment she was about to protest. Before she could speak, he kissed her. Long and hot.

  "I'm not going to listen to you say a word about your weight." Will ran a hand down her hip and squeezed. "You are perfection."

  Georgia snapped her mouth shut and a blush crept across her cheeks. "That's nice of you to say, Will."

  "Hey, I'm not saying it to be nice. It's the truth." He kissed her quick, biting her lower lip before pulling away. "You're a fucking wet dream, Georgia."

  Her embarrassment disappeared and she pressed closer to his chest. "Please tell me you have a stash of condoms in this gorgeous house."

  Will's face split into a grin. "I thought you were on the make tonight. Don't you have any in that tiny purse of yours?"

  "Only one." She stroked a hand down his chest. "I thought we might need more than one tonight. Unless I'm wrong?"

  "Definitely not wrong." Will planted another hard kiss to her lips, letting it slide into a tender tangle of tongues before pulling away. "Bedroom?"

  "Yes, please."

  He took Georgia by the hand, leading her through the open floor plan to the back of the house. The master overlooked a stunning view of the lake and had a stone fireplace tucked into the corner of the room. The perks of being a contractor, getting all the best designs for your own home.

  They entered the bedroom and the late evening sun made the room glow in golds and pinks, washing over Georgia as she made her way to the back wall of windows. Naked, and bathed in the colors of the setting sun, she made a study in natural beauty.

  "Will, this is unbelievable! I can't get over how gorgeous your home is. It's like something out of a magazine."

  He laughed. "Well, my sister will be pleased to hear you like it. She's my interior designer. I'm the contractor only."

  Georgia turned to face him, her figure highlighted from the light filtering through the glass behind her. "The house is gorgeous without all the extra stuff. You have an amazing eye for detail. These are hand hewn beams in the ceiling, real stonework for the fireplace. And, if I'm guessing right, these are reclaimed wood floors."

  Pleased, unexpectedly so, he only nodded.

  "You, Will Calder, are more than meets the eye."

  "And you, Just Georgia, are more than I could've ever dreamed. How is that you know so much about building?"

  She shrugged. "I used to date a guy in the business."

  With another woman that might've taken the edge off his lust, the talk about a former boyfriend, but nothing was diminishing his need for Georgia. He took the few steps to stand in front of her. Gently he cupped her face and kissed her, letting the need build up again until she was gripping his waist and tugging him closer.

  Will pulled just far away from her mouth to whisper, "You are so lovely, Georgia."

  She melted against him. "You don't have to sweet talk me. I'm a sure thing."

  Her words were light, joking, but underneath them, Will knew Georgia truly felt they weren't warranted. Will disagreed. She deserved to be showered with tender words. True words.

  He took a moment, just to soak her in, and smoothed a hand down her back. It was a risk, letting her see the softer side so early. But, he thought, even as she pushed him away with impersonal words, she was delicate underneath the bluster.

  * * *

  Will's touch lit a fire down her spine as he traced a finger there. He was looking at her like she was the sun and it made her heart thud painfully in her chest. Of all the potential guys to follow home for just one night, she had to find the one she wanted to keep. She couldn't even do a one night stand right.

  When she frowned, Will touched a finger to her lips. "You know we can skip the sex and just order that pizza tonight."

  Jesus. This guy. "Stop. I'm all in. Just because I frowned at some random thought popping into my head, doesn't mean I've changed my mind."

  "You'll tell me if you do?"

  Georgia smiled, a real deep down to her bones smile. "Yes, Will. I am enthusiastically consenting to some hot sex and then pizza."

  "And another date." He winked.

  "Right. A second date."

  She leaned up, stretching to reach his mouth, and he met her halfway.

  Georgia let herself fall into his kiss. He was so gentle with his soft caresses and slow movements. It merely amped up her anticipation until she was ready to climb him like a tree.

  In the distance she heard Rowe give a booming bark and Will abruptly pulled away from her.

  "Hold that thought, Georgia. My girl is not a barker, I need to check that out."

  Will pulled out a pair of sweats from a drawer and pulled them on before leaving the room. Feeling more than a little foolish, standing naked in Will's bedroom without the man in question, she listened for a moment longer. But Rowe was still barking and she was sure Will was outside.

  Both curious and uncomfortable, Georgia glanced around and found a stack of clean clothes on the edge of the bed and pulled a shirt out of the pile. It was a flannel that reminded her of lumberjacks and scratchy full beards. She'd bet her favorite pair of heels that Will looked fucking amazing in it.

  She was still buttoning it up as she headed into the living room. Rowe came barreling through the open front door and made a beeline for Georgia, crashing into her bare legs and promptly sitting on her foot.

  "Oy, chick. You are one heavy little lady." She bent down to give her some love. "Good thing you are so damn cute."

  Will appeared in the doorway and looked hot as hell standing there half naked with his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. He also looked more than a little agitated with his face pulled into a severe frown.

  "What's the matter?"

  "My mother is here."

  Six

  Georgia's eyes widened in alarm, her mouth making a perfect circle. Will couldn't blame her. His mother was the reigning queen of bad timing on any given day, but she would never lose her crown after this cluster fuck.

  Georgia was flapping her arms, attempting to speak, but only managing a squeak. But Will knew what she was trying to say, because his living room was littered with their clothing. He bent to scoop up her lingerie and lifted up his coffee table with the hidden compartment and dropped the lace quickly, letting the lid snap back into place as his mother entered the living room.

  "Will, darling, there's a pie in the trunk of my car. Be a dear now."

  Georgia squeaked again. Damn, she was adorable. Will curled an arm around her, scooting Rowe off her foot in the process, and gave her a quick kiss to her temple. Whispering, he said, "Follow my lead if you want to survive."

  As expected, his mother turned her attention to where Georgia gripped his waist. And smiled. They were so fucked.

  "William James Calder, who
is this lovely vision? Your momma is always the last to know anything around here."

  "Momma, this is Georgia. Georgia let me introduce you to Maribel Calder."

  Georgia tensed a moment before she released him and stretched a hand out with a warm smile, "It's lovely to meet you, Mrs. Calder."

  "Darling, Maribel please."

  Will's eyebrows pulled together. His mother never liked any woman he introduced, and he'd never been forced to present any of his previous girlfriends to her while half naked. But Maribel Calder was shaking Georgia's hand and looking pleased as punch.

  "Are you hungry, Georgia? I brought Will some of my fried chicken and homemade cherry pie. Will's missing the family cookout tomorrow. His daddy didn't want him to miss out on his favorites." She tugged Georgia closer, placing an arm around her shoulder and steering her into the kitchen. "You know how busy our Will is this time of year."

  His mother hugged Georgia closer and gave that exaggerated sigh she had patented by the time he was eleven.

  "That sounds lovely, Maribel. Thank you, but I should probably head out. Let you and Will catch up."

  His momma neatly coerced Georgia onto one of the stools at the bar before saying, "Don't be silly, dear. I'm just going to drop off the food, and I'll be right out of your hair."

  Taking the hint, Will headed back out to the car and scooped up the dishes neatly placed in the trunk. His momma must've packed enough food for a small army. The dishes were still warm to the touch and his stomach rumbled.

  Will was rushing back into the house when another car pulled into his drive. Christ. Any other night he'd not have seen a soul, but the minute he had a woman in his house every crazy member of his family had to make an appearance.

  * * *

  Maribel Calder faced her from across the expanse of Will's stone counter and Georgia was about to start sweating. Even though Maribel had a sweet smile on her face, Georgia knew underneath it beat the heart of a fierce southern momma.