Wild Fire (Chaos #6.5)(51)

He ran down what Rush told him.

When he was done, she asked, “Do you think we should hand this over to the police? Because, Dutch, pictures Chaos or Nightingale Investigations takes are not admissible.”

“We just want Carlyle to identify his father’s killer. The cops can deal with black market shit. That isn’t the mission here. The mission is justice for Khalon Stephens. The end.”

She nodded.

“So we get a picture, and hope to God a name, of the man Carlyle saw that night, then the cops can run with it,” he finished.

“Okay,” she said, then took another bite.

“Sorry about our date,” he said before taking his own bite.

“I don’t know if you noticed this, but we’re kinda on the longest, most drawn-out date in history,” she remarked. “Though, it’d be nice for part of it to be at a fancy restaurant, because if you liked the black dress, you’re really gonna like the dress I picked for our date.”

He pulled her closer and dipped his head her way. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she whispered, that got-your-cock look catching the attention of his cock.

He tossed his half-eaten slice in the box and wrapped his other arm around her.

She followed suit and her arms were around his neck.

They made out and it was righteous, not only because he fucking loved kissing Georgie, but because nothing interrupted it.

However, eventually, Dutch did.

For Georgie.

He pulled away, murmuring, “Finish pizza. Beer. Then I need to give my girl some shut-eye.”

“Are you serious?”

At her tone, and the look on her face, he’d been serious, now he wasn’t sure.

“Babe, you’re dead on your feet.”

“I thought we were gonna get busy tonight.”

He grinned at her. “We were. But you’re wiped. I’m wiped. Today was full of a lot of everyone else’s shit, and the first time I’m inside you, I want it all about us.”

“Okay, I can be down with that. So payback-for-this-morning blowjob.”

Dutch blinked.

His dick jumped.

And his mouth said, “What?”

“Though, caveat, if you’re feeling the need to return the favor in any way you might wish to do that, I’m open. You can be stingy with taking your orgasms. I’m all in whenever you feel like doling one out.”

It took a beat.

And then Dutch busted out laughing.

When he was done, he realized Georgie had not joined him.

He knew why when she asked, “Do I get to go down on you?”

He hauled her tighter to his frame, and with no humor whatsoever, he growled, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She smiled.

Then she kissed him.

He let her.

He broke it, broke their clinch entirely, stepped back far enough to come forward bent low, and he hefted her up on his shoulder.

She made that squeal he liked so much and then wrapped her arms around his middle from the back, saying, “Holy wow, you can pick me up.”

She was not a lightweight, but he didn’t work out, and hard, since he was fourteen not to be able to haul his old lady around when he got one.

Since he’d done what she said, he didn’t feel a response was necessary, so he didn’t make one.

He just dumped her on his bed when they got there.

Dutch twisted to the lamp and turned it on.

Georgiana scrambled up on her knees.

He lifted his hands to behind his neck and yanked off his Henley.

Georgie went after his belt.

She tugged so hard, his hips jerked.

“Whoa, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured on a grin.

Her head tipped back. “Carolyn is a mess. There’s a murderer on the loose. And Murtagh was unusually quiet when we got home so he might interrupt at any time. Not to mention, you have, like, a bazillion brothers who all seem very together, but who knows? Couples fight. Kids throw tantrums. A brother might need the soothing goodness of Dutch Black and probably would not hesitate to knock on your door to get it. So shut up. I’m gonna suck you off while I’ve got a clear shot.”

Never in his life would he think anytime, but especially with Georgie, that he’d be laughing when a woman got his zip lowered, yanked his jeans down, freeing his hard cock, and then bent over and went in.

But he was.

He wasn’t laughing when she drew him deep.

Fucking fuck.

That mouth.

Beautiful.

He cupped the back of her head and whispered, “Baby.”

She braced herself on the bed in one hand, took hold of his hip with the other, and she blew him.

Christ.

He knew the minute she had his tongue, this would be what he got, but fuck if it didn’t feel way fucking better around his cock.

She took him there and he had no choice but to warn, “Gotta fuck your face, Georgie.”

She stilled to give her permission.

Dutch took over.

God.

Fuck.

God.

Fuck.

“You swallow?” he grunted.

She wrapped both hands around his ass and dug her nails in.

She swallowed.

Then she sucked, he fucked, and finally he blew down her throat, arching into his orgasm, his head falling back, goddamned fucking amazing.