Shaken (Twisted Fox #2) - Charity Ferrell Page 0,88
I groan. “You own my cock.”
I stare down at the view of her perfect, plump lips moving up and down my cock.
And as usual, I stop her, wanting to bust my nut inside her pussy.
“Take off your shorts and your panties—and make it quick, so we don’t get busted.”
She bites into her lip and does what I said.
I bend her over my desk, spread her legs wide, and run my finger through her folds.
“Look how wet you got from sucking my cock,” I say into her ear. “You love sucking it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans when I plunge two fingers inside her.
“Love fucking my cock, don’t you?”
“Love it more than anything.”
She plants her palms on my desk, knocking shit over, and arches her back as I slide into her.
“Then take it.”
I fuck her hard.
One hand gripping her waist, another one over her mouth to mask her screams.
I love this woman, and I pray to God she never leaves me.
“I’m a little worried that that’s my replacement,” Georgia says, signaling to Cassidy when she walks into the bar for her first day of training, wearing cutoff jeans and a crop top.
She’s lost her goddamn mind if she thinks she has anything to worry about with another woman. I never wanted anyone to have my heart, but Georgia did the unthinkable. She pushed, she punched, and she shoved her way straight into me, to where she’s so deep that I’ll never be able to drag her out.
Sure, Cassidy is cute, but she’s not Georgia—and that gives every woman a disadvantage when it comes to me.
“Don’t even think for a second that I’d be interested in anyone but you,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her neck.
We’re at a pub table, having a quick bite to eat before our shifts start.
“God, I take back all the times I said Archer needed to get his head out of his ass. You two are gag-worthy,” Lola comments, sliding out a stool at the table and sitting.
“I think there’s a rule against kissing in the employee handbook,” Silas adds, coming into view and stealing the seat next to Lola.
Behind them, I see Grace and Finn, and they join us.
Seconds later, Lincoln is standing behind me.
It’s like one big, happy damn family.
“They’re cute,” Grace says, her voice calm and polite.
“I think it’s so cute too,” Finn adds, resting his arm over Grace’s shoulders. “The bastard has grown a goddamn heart.”
I use both of my hands to flip them off as Georgia laughs, finishing off her sandwich.
“Nah. Archer is still the grumpy dick, just not to Georgia,” Lincoln argues.
“She’s the only one who doesn’t deserve it.” I stand, brush the mustard off her lips, and kiss her. “Let me know if you need anything.”
She returns my kiss with another peck.
“Swear to motherfucking God, I love you two, but this is a working zone,” Lincoln says. “Don’t be messing up my tips while you guys run around each other with hearts sticking out of your ears.”
Georgia laughs, scrunching up her face. “What does that even mean?”
Lincoln shrugs. “I heard the expression on TV once. They don’t give you many channels in prison.”
I cover my face, shaking my head. “Jesus, you guys are fucking nuts.”
This might be the longest conversation I’ve had with our friends at one time, and damn, does it feel good. I never thought that I could be this way again—sitting and shooting the shit, forgetting about my troubles, being happy and joking around.
This is what I’ve been missing all this time.
Instead of torturing myself, I could’ve had this.
A woman who I love.
Friends who are goddamn crazy.
And a great relationship with my brother.
Georgia brought me back to life.
If I didn’t have her, especially after my father’s death, I don’t even know if I’d still be around here.
She’s what I needed when I thought I didn’t need anyone.
Even when I was shaken, fucked up inside, she took a chance on me.
The woman changed me.
She gave me life again.
Lincoln slaps my back, and we walk to the bar, getting ready for the Saturday night chaos. I’m thankful Cohen didn’t give me too much of a hard time about hiring Lincoln. Like with me, I think this bar and these people are also bringing him back to life.
The extravagant parties, the stuck-up and fake friends, the fast chicks—that’s not the life for us anymore.
This is.
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Georgia
I wave over Cassidy when she comes into view after she’s filled out her paperwork with Cohen. I’m training her tonight.