Page 32 of False Start
Her voice broke on a cry, and I let my own orgasm barrel through me, making no attempt to stifle the grunts and groans of pleasure. Letting her hear it all.
The room was quiet in the aftermath, except for the sound of her breath through the phone as I reached for napkins on my nightstand to clean myself up.
“You okay over there, Georgie girl?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Still need to search my ass on the internet?”
Her chuckle was deep and satisfied. I wanted to record it so I could play it back again and again while I slept alone in this hotel room.
“Maybe later.”
“Brat.” I grinned as she chuckled again. Overhead, the cooling system kicked in, sending a cold gust across my overheated skin. “I might need another shower,” I muttered, dropping the soiled napkins in a wastebasket in the corner of the room.
“Sounds lovely. I think I’m going to just fall asleep right here.”
“Did I wear you out, princess?”
The rustle of sheets was all the response I got, and as I pictured her sleeping naked my worn-out dick made a valiant attempt to rally.
“Sweet dreams, princess. Thanks for calling me.”
I ended the call and wandered into the bathroom for round two with the shower, feeling both elated and grounded in a way I hadn’t for a long time.
Weston
The Christmas decorationswere already up as we moved through the crowds at O’Hare Airport, headed for the domestic terminal. The plan had been to arrive early for our flight to Austin, but when I arrived at Georgia’s house, I’d found her elbow deep in tiny, sticky diamonds. Apparently, she’d heard on a podcast that diamond art was good for mindfulness and had decided to give it a shot. I had no idea how she’d ended up with the jewels stuck to her face, but it was an adorable look that she didn’t appreciate me pointing out as she threw herself into the shower to get ready. Somehow, we’d managed to arrive in time for check in, but we wouldn’t be spending time in the flight lounge. Which seemed a shame because my girl could have used a drink. She was practically vibrating with nerves at the thought of seeing her family.
“Don’t forget to breathe, princess.”
She strode ahead, her heels clicking out an anxious rhythm as I caught her hand.
“Hey. It’ll be alright, okay? I’m right here with you.”
She blinked wild eyes at me, the words settling in slowly until she dropped her shoulders with a nod. “I wish I didn’t have to expose you to them, but if we don’t go there, they’re sure to come to us and that would be infinitely worse.”
I threaded my fingers through hers and gave a gentle squeeze. We set off at a more measured pace, making it through security and to our gate with time to spare.
“When do you have to be back on set?” I asked, hoping to distract her.
“Ahh… next week, I think. But I have a fight scene to learn before then, so I need to be home before the weekend.”
We were booked to fly back the following evening. I’d suggested we spend some time exploring while we were there, but Georgia was adamant that an escape plan was best. Her exact words.
At this point I wasn’t sure how I’d react to meeting her family. They’d obviously caused her a lot of distress over the years and the part of me who liked to come to her rescue had visions of knocking out her parents on sight dancing through my head.
A voice over the speaker announced our flight was boarding first class and business. Tugging on Georgia’s hand, I pulled her into the queue.
“Why are we lining up? They aren’t boarding us… wait. What did you do?”
I gave her my best estimation of an innocent look, but honestly, she was the actor here, not me. “Economy doesn’t give me enough leg room.”
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she tried and failed to suppress a smile.
Yes, I had let her think we were paying for our own tickets, but she had to realize I wouldn’t let her reimburse me, even if I had been inclined to spend two hours cramped into tiny seatswith someone reclining the chair in front of me so they lay across my knees. Not to mention the chances of me being recognized were higher. No thank you.
“You cheated.”
