She looks wounded, stepping back, tears brimming in her eyes. “That isn’t what I meant. My brother would put me in handcuffs if I called him.”
That gets my attention. “Shit, Georgie, what have you done?”
Georgina
Grady’s looking at me like he’s scared. And he has a right to be. I’ve royally screwed up and once he knows the truth of it… I groan, knowing whatever hope I held for a future with Grady is gonna be gone before it ever began. He is way too good for a mess like me.
Still, I hope he can stick around long enough to help me make a plan.
Because obviously I pretty much suck at those.
“Can we sit down for this?” I ask, swallowing. Mortified. “Look, I called you not because you’re the back-up… but because you’re Grady.” I shrug, not knowing how to explain that he is more than my brother’s best friend. “The one person who always seems to be there for me without judgement.”
“I wouldn’t judge you, Georgie. You can be straight with me.”
Taking a deep breath, I begin to explain Karen, how I came across her at the grocery store a few months ago and how she invited me out for drinks.
“So we were drinking lemon drops, catching up. She was telling me about her finance degree and how she lives in a loft downtown and the whole time, I couldn’t help but notice the luxury brands she was dripping in, head to toe.” I twist my lips, wanting to be honest. “I felt lame saying I’m a part-time virtual assistant. It barely pays the bills. So I told her how I’m working on a novel…” My words falter here because my novel has become somewhat of a joke in my family. “I didn’t tell her the part about only having written five chapters in over a year.”
“Hey, don’t do that,” Grady says, reaching for my hand. I let him take it and as he does, I feel a thousand pinpricks run over my skin. The best kind of prickling. Because it’s Grady who’s touching me.
“Don’t do what?” I ask.
“Put yourself down. Your job doesn’t have to define you, and who cares if she has a bunch of cash? You’ve got an amazing personality.”
“Easy for you to say.” I sigh, pulling back my hand, embarrassed at how I fell for Karen’s surface appeal.
“Why’s it easy for me?”
“Because you’re Grady.” I roll my eyes. “You own your business and home. You take care of everyone who works for you. You have this golden reputation. You know that. You’re the perfect man.”
He chuckles. “And yet I’m single. In fact, I’m so cool I spend my weekends in the garden.”
“I love your garden,” I say, defensive.
He lifts his eyebrows. “Yeah? You don’t think of me as a seventy-year-old stuck in a twenty-six-year-old’s body?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “No way. You’re way sexier than you give yourself credit for.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I feel my cheeks turn bright red. Dropping my head in my hands, I groan. “I can’t believe I said that.”
The room seems to grow small, and Grady sits back on the couch. “I can’t believe you did either.”
I lick my lips, mortified, but when I look over at him, he doesn’t seem embarrassed for me. No, there’s something else in his eyes. Hope?
I have to change the subject. Messing this up would be terrible. I’ve already lost so much — I can’t lose his friendship too.
“Um, how about some watermelon? It looks delicious,” I say, overeager, knowing my words are coming slightly out of nowhere as I stare at the green melon that sits on the coffee table before us.
“Uh, sure.” Grady frowns, then moves to pick it up. “That’s what you want?” he asks, steeling his gaze on mine. “A slice of melon?”
I swallow. “Not the only thing I want.” I take him in, head to toe, knowing what I really want. Him.
But I don’t want just a slice. I want it all.
Chapter Three
Grady
I have to walk away because my cock is hard as rock and she’s gonna notice any damn second if we keep standing there staring at one another.
This can’t go on much longer. The sexual tension in this apartment is through the goddamn roof — but I know she didn’t call me here tonight for a hook-up. She called me because she was in trouble.
But what kind?
I open a cabinet and pull out a cutting board, grab a knife from the block on the counter. Holding the melon steady, I cut off the end, then cut it in half, another half. Then another. I slice it quickly, with practice — focusing on the fruit instead of the real juicy thing standing about two feet away from me.
God, she smells delicious. Sweeter than this melon and that’s saying something.
She moves toward me, jumping up on the counter, inches from me now, and I inhale, knowing this is bad. I want to step in between those legs, nestle myself between her knees and kiss her hard.
I swear she knows. Because her knees part and her eyes travel downward, landing on my cock, and I think of her words. You’re way sexier than you give yourself credit for. And I wonder how true those words were.
“You asked me to come here to help with a problem. What is it?” I ask, setting down the knife and handing Georgie a slice of the pink melon. She leans back, bracing herself with one hand. Her tits look perfect in a white tank top, her nipples poking through, and she’s wearing baggy sweats that I want to pull down and fuck—
This is bad. So damn bad.
I want my best friend’s little sister in a way that shouldn’t be legal.
“Maybe it was a bad idea to ask you for help.” She sighs.
“You already told me about Karen — you’ve built this up. I want to know where the story goes.”
“Are there any other stories you want the ending to?” She looks at me, her brown eyes searching mine. “Like ours?”
“Georgie.” I shake my head, run a hand over my jaw. “I know how our story ends.”
Her eyes widen. “You do?”
I nod slowly. “I always have. At least, I’ve imagined the ending I’d choose.”
“And what is that?” she asks, her voice cracking. This Georgie — the soft-spoken and nervous one — she isn’t around very often. I like it though, the vulnerable counterpart to her usual hard shell.
“You end up with me,” I tell her plainly.
She scoffs, takes a bite of her melon, looks away.
“What? That’s not what you want?” I ask, stepping closer. Between her knees. It’s time I knew. It’s time we hash this out. The elephant in the goddamn room has been here for far too long.
“I want it,” she says, pushing out her lips. “I’ve always wanted it. Wanted you. But you’ve never so much as flirted with me, Grady…”
“How could I flirt with you? You. Georgina.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyed — this is the Georgie I’m most familiar with. “Why not? Because of my brother? God. Vance didn’t have a problem falling in love with my best friend, so why would you care about upsetting him?”
I laugh. “You think this is about Vance?”
“What else would it be?”
I shake my head — this gorgeous girl has no idea how captivating she is.
“Because you’re Georgie. You were made for big things. You’re beautiful and funny and whip-smart. You’re clever and kind and, fuck, Georgina, you’re way out of my league.”
Her mouth falls open. She shakes her head. She blinks back tears. “You’re wrong,” she whispers. “I’m a mess. And I’ve made a massive mistake. And if you knew, you wouldn’t want me.”
“Then don’t tell me. Let me find out after.”
“After what?” she asks.
“After I get you in bed. Because once I sleep with you, Georgina, you’ll be mine. And there will be no way I won’t stand by your side.”
Georgina
He kisses me. I close my eyes, letting my legs wrap around him as he runs his hands over my back, holding onto my waist, keeping me in place. I whimper as our lips
part and his tongue finds mine, and oh God, this is what I want. What I need. Him. Only him. I’ve wanted this since forever.
He smells like fresh air and green grass and sunshine, and he’s exactly what I need to breathe in, considering my dark apartment has started to feel like a cave.
But with Grady’s mouth on mine, it feels like a summer day. And God, I like the heat it brings.
My whole body wakes up to him, and he’s wide awake too. I feel him. The length of him, and the way we grind against one another, has me moaning for more. He’s thick and hard just the way I imagined, and God, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted him for so long.
Panting, we pull apart, our eyes locked, and he takes a piece of watermelon, bites into it. Groans. “Fuck, I like kissing you, Georgina.”
It’s what I want to hear. Grady is as hot for me as I am for him… but what if it’s all too much for him to take in once he knows?
I squeeze my eyes shut, scared.
“I meant it when I said you won’t look at me the same way once you know,” I tell him. I pick up another piece of watermelon. Take a bite. Drop my head.
“After I taste you?” he asks. “Because you’re right. I won’t. After I taste how juicy you are, I won’t want to eat anything else ever again.”
“Stop,” I say, pressing my hands to his chest. His firm, solid chest. I whimper. “I mean it. You’ll think I’m an idiot.”
He smiles. Takes another bite of the melon. Juice rolls down his chin. All I can think is that I want to lean in and lick it off.
So that is exactly what I do. He growls in my ear. “I’ve wanted you since you were sixteen years old, do you know that?”
I eke out a moan. “I do now.”
He pulls me in for another kiss and this time, I see stars aligning and dreams coming true, and he lifts me up off the counter. “Is your bed made?”
I smile. “What do you think?”
“I think I like a girl who is a bit of a hot mess.”
“You really think you can handle girl like that? A girl like me?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a long ass time, Georgie. You mean the goddamn world to me.”
I shake my head as we move to my bedroom. Or, as I like to call it, my disaster zone. Grady doesn’t balk at the mess. “I don’t get it,” I say, looking into his deep, dark eyes. “We’re opposites.”
“And opposites attract, right?” He smiles. “And to be honest, you’ve never seen my bedroom, Georgie.”
My eyes widen. “Is Mr. Perfect secretly a slob?”
He chuckles, dropping me on my bed. “I guess you’ll have to come over and find out for yourself.”
I lick my lips. “How about you come here first.”
Chapter Four
Grady
I want to know what she’s done — of course I do. But I also know that I love Georgina and nothing will keep me from having her if she’s willing. Wanting. Because God knows I’ve wanted her forever.
We pull off our pants. I tug my tee shirt off over my head.
Lying on her rumpled sheets in her white panties and white tank top, her eyelashes flutter. I’m scared for a moment that she might fly away. “I have to tell you something, Grady,” she whispers as I lie down next to her on the bed.
We lie face to face. I want to ravage her body, lick every inch of her skin the same way she ran her tongue over my chin, catching the juice of the watermelon.
I run a hand over her bare shoulder, my cock groaning as I take in her hard nipples under her tank top. Her tits are small and perky, the kind that don’t need a bra, perfect to hold in my hand. She’s got curvy hips and a heart-shaped face and curly blonde hair. I’m dying to push down her panties and see her pussy, to see how she grooms herself. My mind is on her pussy lips spread apart, but she’s looking at me with something else on her heart.
I pull my mind back to the present — to her. “What is it you need to tell me?”
“I’m… I’m… well, I’ve saved myself for this moment. For you, Grady.”
My cock is hard as steel and I grind my teeth to stop myself from inhaling her all at once. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, her pink tongue licking her lips. “Your virgin, if you want me.”
I cup her face in my hands. “You’re all I want, Georgie. I’ve been thinking of this moment since that night in the hot tub, when we went to that cabin. When you wore that hot pink bikini, the game of truth or dare…”
Her eyes widen. “You remember?” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe Vance let me drink his tequila that night. You guys were drunk. I didn’t think you remembered anything.”
“I wasn’t drunk.”
Her eyes furrow. “You weren’t? You said you were too sick to play truth or dare. You left the hot tub when it was my turn…”
“I had to.”
“Why?” Georgie looks at me with those wide chocolate eyes of hers. I pull her closer, unable to stay away any longer.
“Because I didn’t trust myself, Georgie.” I roll on top of her, my cock hard and her legs spread. “You were too young. And I knew what would happen… I couldn’t let you give yourself to me when you’d been drinking.”
“I haven’t been drinking tonight,” she tells me. “And I’m older now.”
“So what would you have dared me to do, Georgie?”
She pushes down her panties, pulls off her tank — naked beneath me, beautiful in every single way. “I would have dared you to kiss me,” she says softly.
“And now?” I ask, my body aching to touch all of her. “What would you dare me to do now?”
“Now?” She smiles. Her eyes bright. “Now I wouldn’t dare you at all. I’d choose truth.”
“And what do you want to know?” I ask her, searching her eyes, memorizing every fleck of light. I’ve wished to get this close to her for so damn long.
“Are you glad I saved myself for you?”
I groan. My heart tight with longing and love. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever been given, Georgie.”
Georgina
I didn’t know how he would take it, me saving myself for him and him alone, but as he runs his hands over my body, I get the feeling he likes the fact no one else has ever caressed me this way. I only ever wanted to be held by Grady. But I was too scared to say it.
I’m not scared anymore — not of this, at least. The other stuff — the stuff I have to tell him about — that, I’m terrified of. But this? Being naked with the man of my dreams? Not at all.
He kisses me again, our bodies pressed tight, and we don’t have clothes as a barrier. He’s wearing his boxers still, and a part of me is glad. I’m not sure I could handle so much naked Grady all at once. His bare chest is making me dizzy on its own. So many muscles, chiseled and defined.
“You work out a lot, don’t you?” I say, running my fingers over his skin.
He chuckles. “I have to — every other guy I know is off falling in love. I’ve got to keep myself busy somehow.”
“And you haven’t been out dating, trying to find your one and only?” I ask.
He runs his fingers over my breasts, past my belly, between my thighs. His fingers graze my pussy, and I whimper. “No,” Grady groans. “I wasn’t looking because I already knew where my girl was.”
I moan softly as he touches me, opening my body up for the first time. “Your pussy is so wet,” he tells me, kissing my ear.
“Do you like that?” I ask. “How wet I am?”
“I want to make you even wetter,” he tells me. “I want to make you drip, Georgie. I want you to drip for me.”
“Make me yours,” I beg as his fingers begin to move inside of me, two at a time. I drop open my knees for him, wanting him to have all of me.
I’ve been so scared for months now, on the edge, and now I am split open in the best and least expected way. Grady moves his hand against me, then lowers his mouth, kneeling before me and pressing his lips against my pussy.
“You�
��re so bare,” he says, running his hand over my waxed skin. “You look so innocent like this.”
“I am innocent, Grady. When it comes to sex, I mean. I need you to show me… I need you to…” My words falter then because his tongue begins to run over me, up and down, my clit his to devour. And he does. He licks me, breathing hot air against my open cunt, making me writhe beneath him in the most delicious way. Every fantasy I’ve ever had with him and me is being played out in real time, and it’s making me moan. Loudly. I beg him to take me harder, to touch me deeper, and he adds a third finger to my tight pussy, making me wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life.
I don’t just drip for him — I squirt and I don’t know if it’s a good thing, but I feel my juice against his hand, his growls of delight as he kisses me hard. Harder. He pins my hands over my head with one hand and pushes his other against my pussy so hard and deep that I’m split in two in the best way possible. My moans turn to cries as he finger fucks me into oblivion, my legs jelly, my cunt pulsing hard as the intensity rushes through me, making me gasp. I cling to him, wrapping myself up in him, refusing to let go.
“What was that?” I ask, fighting to catch my breath as tears fill my eyes.
He cradles me in his arms, my legs wrapped around him as I sit in his lap. He holds me tight. “That was an orgasm.”
I shake my head. “No, I’ve tried to touch myself… to get myself off… but it wasn’t like that… it wasn’t…”
He kisses me quiet. “That was because I wasn’t here to tend to your garden, baby. But I’m here now, and your fruit was ready to be plucked.”
“And you liked eating it?” I ask, a dizzy smile on my face.
“I fucking loved every last taste of your juicy melon.”
Chapter Five
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