Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(85)

“I don’t know how my mother put up with it for as long as she did. She finally chose a different life and I’m happy for her. Yet that leaves me’n my brothers dealing with Dad without her as a buffer.”


Georgia knew exactly how that felt, but this was about Tell. Not her.


“It never changes. God, he’s been embarrassing me my whole life. I wish I could say it wasn’t as bad because at least he wasn’t drunk. But I still hold my goddamn breath anytime he opens his mouth in public. And usually with good reason.”


She waited for him to continue.


He sighed. “Look. I appreciate what you’re wantin’ to do, but nothin’ is gonna get rid of this lousy mood anytime soon, so it’d be best if I took you home.”


“Not happening. We can chill out at your place, but I’m not leaving you alone to wallow. We wallowed pretty good together last time, if I recall.”


Tell shot her a look. “You expecting ice cream will help?”


She leaned over to smooch his strong jaw. “Ice cream always helps. But this time I get to dish it up.”


Tell needed to clear his mind after the run-in with his father. He’d cracked open a couple of beers, but they were basically untouched on the coffee table, and he and Georgia were entwined on his couch, attempting to watch TV.


“You still seem tense.”


Lie. Make light of it. Crack a joke. But he couldn’t. “I am.”


“I can help with that.”


He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? And how’s that?”


“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”


Didn’t have to tell him twice. He got naked, whipping his shirt and his camo shorts on the floor.


She watched as his sleeping dick stirred. “Lie back.”


Tell stretched out with his arms folded behind his head, letting her look her fill.


Georgia scooted between his legs. Running her palms over his thighs, she stopped to trace the muscles in his quads with her fingertips. Using such tender caresses it seemed every hair on his thighs stood straight up, vying for her attention.


“Is this your way of distracting me?” he asked.


She touched his knee. “One of the ways I’ve got planned for tonight.”


He remembered he’d said that to her the night of the reunion. But the look in her eyes wasn’t soft or sweet. Just determined. “Are you gonna torture me?”


“Maybe. I like touching you. Don’t you like it?” Her fingers fluttered around his groin, but she didn’t touch his dick.


At all.


“I’d like it better if you were touchin’ me in one spot in particular.”


“I will.” She spread her hands over his pecs and kissed his sternum, keeping her eyes on his. “Maybe I wanna drive you a little crazy. Like you do to me.”


“I drive you crazy?”


A dangerous smile curled her lips and Tell wondered if he should be worried. “You know you do.”


Her soft, warm lips followed the slope of his shoulder.


First thing she did was kiss him. Taking over his mouth completely. Sliding her tongue deep. Sucking and swirling and licking until his body was racked with need.


From just a kiss.


He went to move his arms, to try and regain some control, but her fingernails dug into his biceps. She lifted her lips briefly to warn, “Leave ’em there. And drop your head back. This stubborn chin of yours is in my way.” She placed kisses in a straight line from his chin to his collarbone. The wet glide of her mouth over that section of skin caused gooseflesh to erupt from the back of his neck to his knees. He must’ve made a noise because Georgia just kept right on doing it.


As her hands traveled all over his lower belly, he found himself clenching his fists. His jaw. His butt cheeks.


“This is supposed to be relaxing you,” she murmured, kissing his lower ribs.


“The last thing I wanna do with your hands on me is zone out.”


“Then this oughta keep you awake.” She licked his shaft from his balls to the tip like his cock was a meat Popsicle.


Goddamn that felt good. He about choked on his tongue when she stuffed his entire shaft into her mouth. Sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed. Taking him so deep the head of his cock bumped her soft palate before slipping into her throat. Making a little hum of happiness that vibrated from his balls to the back of his neck.


Then she released his cock gradually, stopping to let the lower rim of his cockhead catch on her bottom teeth. She tongued the underside with hot, wet lashes. Once he got used to the ticklish sensation and anticipated another sweeping lick, Georgia backed off.


His thighs shook. He gritted his teeth against bumping his pelvis up as her lips firmly enclosed the crown. She suckled gently, when he ached for that fast, wet push and pull of his dick plunging in and out of her mouth.


Georgia teased. Rolling his sac with a tender touch. Sucking on his balls as her hand jacked him slowly. Then she’d switch it up, squeezing, licking, lapping with abandon, and she jerked his shaft hard and fast.


Pure. Fucking. Torture.