I swallowed back the new insecurities I had about not being enough for her and kissed her like it might be the last time. Our hands explored each other’s bodies. Our movements were unrushed and meaningful. It wasn’t like the night before where we couldn’t wait. We were taking our time. I loved that she was so interested. It had me feeling a little less like she was going to tell me to bounce and a lot like she really did want me to stay.
With our mouths still fused on each other’s, she crawled on top of me, resting a knee on each side of my body. The covers fell from her body as she sat up, breaking the connection of our mouths. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my lap. She rose up and slipped her hand between us—guiding me to enter her.
“Should we get condom?” I asked.
“Do we need one?” she said, pausing her movement. “I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else in months,” I told her. “And I always used protection.” I might have been wild, but I wasn’t completely reckless.
“I trust you,” she smiled, leaning over to kiss me. The feel of her body against mine was one thing, but the feel of her sliding onto me was even better. She straightened back up as she rocked against me. Her head fell back as she found her rhythm. Her tangled blond hair falling against her shoulders and back. Her hands smoothed down her body, her muscles tensing as she caressed her breasts. It was the sexiest thing I’d seen her do yet. Her inhibitions were gone as she just let herself feel.
“Fuck, Georgia,” I said, my voice rough and dry. “That feels so good, baby,” I added, wanting her to continue rocking her hips. My hands found her hips as I helped her glide up and down, back and forth, until neither of us could contain ourselves. I pulled her body to mine, holding her in just the right position to thrust myself deeper inside of her. She contracted around me as I came. The raw, natural feel of our bodies connecting only added to the sensations I felt when her eyes locked on mine. This was it. This was the real thing.
I love her.
* * *
I think a man only has a few defining moments in his lifetime. One is discovering exactly what you were meant to do with your life. I’d found that early on in life. From the moment I kicked the clutch on a dirt bike and felt the rubber grip the ground and propel me into the air, I knew that I was meant to ride motocross.
The second, which I was pretty sure I’d just experienced, was falling in love. It had always seemed like a foreign concept to me. I mean, I got it. I understood the logistics of finding that one person you couldn’t live without, but until I met Georgia Bennett I didn’t think it was a possibility for me.
After we’d made love that morning, Georgia and I had taken a shower together and casually made our way into the kitchen for breakfast. If that day would have ended up being my last day on Earth I would have died a happy man. Luckily, it wasn’t.
“Plans today?” I asked after filling up my mug with coffee for the second time. I’ll admit, I was exhausted, but I’d fuel myself with caffeine if it meant spending the day with her. Both of us had pulled on a pair of sweats and clean t-shirts after our shower. Hers were gray and fitted and much more flattering than the baggy black ones I’d found in the bottom of the bag I grabbed from my truck the night before. When she’d told me that she wasn’t feeling well and we’d left Reid’s parents’ house in a rush, I didn’t have many options. My gym bag had come in handy. Not that I would have minded spending the day naked with her.
“Actually... no.” She seemed surprised. “I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have work or school.”
“Feels good, huh?” I laughed. “I told you taking it easy from time to time was nice.”
“You did.” She walked over to the barstool I’d just claimed as my own and sat herself in my lap. My arms wrapped around her like we’d enjoyed a Saturday breakfast a time or two before. “Any idea what we should do with our day?”
“Oh, I’ve got a few ideas,” I said, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck. “But I know how important it is to let the body rest before endurance activities,” I added before pressing my mouth against her skin.
“I’ll have you know, I’m in excellent shape.”
“Oh baby, believe me... I know.” The way she took control of me that morning said a whole lot of things about the shape she was in.
“Omigod,” she said, stopping me before I tossed her up on the counter and went for round number three. “I totally forgot about my sister and Reid getting engaged! You think he went through with it?” Before I could tell her there was no way that a Travers had ever chickened out from anything, she jumped from my arms and ran back to her bedroom. When she returned she had her phone and a smile on her face.
“I’m guessing your sister texted you a pic of that big ole rock, huh?”
“She did!” She held up her screen to show me the selfie Nora had snapped of her and her new fiancé. The smiles on their faces were enough to say the night had went according to plan.
“I feel bad that I missed her call,” Georgia said.
“I don’t,” I told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to my lap. “Last night might have been the best night of my life. I think your sister will understand.” I had to smile as I told her how I felt. Whatever it was about her that had me so whipped was definitely making me into a bit of sap. And, luckily, she didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Mine too,” she said, taking my face in her hands. She brushed her thumb over my bottom lip. “I mean it.” My lips puckered and kissed her finger. It was the happiest I’d ever seen her, and it was because of me. Because of us.
Now I just had to figure out a way to keep that smile on her face. Forever if I could.
“I’m so excited for you,” I told my sister as I hugged her tightly. Brett and I had driven over to the cabin later that day to give the happy couple our best. The perma-grin on Nora’s face since we’d walked into the room was only matched by Reid’s. Brett had insisted we grab a six pack on the way over so he and his buddy could have a celebratory drink. The two of them had excused themselves to the back deck to crack open their cold ones.
“I can’t believe it,” Nora said as we watched the guys from the kitchen window.
“I can,” I told her. “I knew the second he came back to town that you were going to get back together. It was only a matter of time before he made it official.” I grabbed her hand and pulled it up to my face to examine her engagement ring once again. “I can’t believe he picked this out on his own. He could have asked me to help.”
“He could have, but you and I both know that you can’t keep a secret.”
“That’s not true. Brett told me last night and I didn’t call you to spoil it.”
“Well, I’m guessing by the glow that’s surrounding you today that you were pretty occupied last night.” She laughed. “How’s that headache?” she teased.
“All better, thank you very much.” I guess my fall back career as an actress was out of the question. My sister and Brett saw right through the facade. It was silly that I faked an illness when I should have just told Brett what I’d heard.
“What was all that about anyway?”
“Misunderstanding. I might have overreacted to a conversation that I wasn’t even supposed to hear. I got a little jealous.” I confessed with a shrug.
“Happens to the best of us. I saw fifty shades of green the first time I saw Reid get swarmed by female fans,” she explained. “But then I remembered he was going home with me.” She held up her hand and pointed at her ring. “Like forever.” There was a moment as I watched my sister look down at her hand in awe where I remembered the day I showed her the ring I had gotten from Jamie. It wasn’t nearly as big or sparkly, but it had meant all of the same things. It was funny to think that only a few years ago our positions were reversed—I was giddily dancing around while she supported me. It was starting to seem like forever ago. I had new opportunities and new memories to look forward to now.