So, I did something about it. I found a way to survive. Or rather, it found me.
“I don’t need a tombstone to remember him.” He always said that. “Leave the scotch at home this year.” Deck looked over his shoulder toward the office. “Vic.”
And that was that.
I WATCHED GEORGIE go back into my room, my shirt just covering the cusp of her ass. Fuck. My cock nearly burst through my jeans at the sight of her coming out of my bedroom, hair wet, skin glistening from the heat of the shower and that sassy smile on her mouth. A mouth I’d dreamed about having around my cock as she knelt on the floor in front of me.
Then it blew up in my face as I realized what I was looking at, my men were seeing, as well. I couldn’t blame them. Georgie was hot. She had hips to grab, an ass to match and the attitude to make a guy bend to her will, and that was what fucked with my head. I wanted her to bend to my will and yet, that had never been a possibility. Not with my promise to Connor. Besides, I didn’t want her like this. I also didn’t want another guy fuckin’ touching her, but that wasn’t possible or fair, either. My word was to protect her and that included making sure the men she dated were good enough for her.
Who was I kidding? No fuckin’ guy would be good enough for Georgie.
“Boss?”
Tyler slapped me on the shoulder. “When are you going to give her what she wants? Man, your control is fuckin’ epic. That hot piece …” His voice trailed off when I glared at him. “Yeah, I’ll get the car.”
“Do that.” I was still looking in the direction Georgie had disappeared. I was worried. Emily and Kat were away with Tear Asunder, and after last night, I didn’t like the idea of leaving her.
Seeing her in some guy’s bedroom with her shirt off and her bra all fucked up—yeah, I was still reeling. Georgie had never pulled a stunt like that, at least that I knew of. But Matt’s call last night saying she showed up at Avalanche when I specifically asked her not to … that had me on a plane coming back. Shit got worse when Matt called back before we landed saying she was heading out with some guy named Lionel Harrington who frequented the bar and was often seen with some seedy guys. I was able to dig up info on him and found out the smart as hell programmer might not be trouble, but his ‘business’ acquaintances certainly were.
Yeah, I was careful. I was alive because I was fuckin’ careful, and Georgie was my responsibility. I promised Connor if anything ever happened to him I’d watch out for his sister. And right now things were delicate as hell. Fuck, I had to get her drinking under wraps.
I ran my hand over the top of my head. If Matt hadn’t called me, she’d have fucked some pussy who nearly pissed himself the second I walked in the door. More like burst through the door. Georgie didn’t need a guy who she could walk all over. Because she would. The guy would survive one day under her sass and then he’d be crawling around on his knees doing anything she asked of him. He’d hate it, but more so, she’d fuckin’ hate it.
“Pilot called. Ready when you are,” Josh said then followed Tyler out the door.
I turned to Vic who was leaning against the sliding glass door out to the terrace, his arms crossed. Yeah, he was pissed he was on babysitting duty instead of coming with us. But Vic was the only guy I trusted not to fall for any of Georgie’s bullshit.
“Keep her contained. I don’t want her disappearing. She’s been drinking far more than usual and …” I stopped. I couldn’t put my finger on what was happening with her. She drank, partied hard, stayed out late and yet—something didn’t sit right. Hadn’t in a really long time. I felt like the real Georgie was hidden behind all the bullshit with her drinking. I wanted the fuckin’ Georgie I knew who was smart as hell, determined, strong and even vulnerable and soft.
Vic shook his head and huffed. “Told you what should happen here.”
Yeah, Vic thought I should lock her up. “Can’t do it. Not going to.”
“So, you’d rather see her kill herself slowly? Or better yet, get killed or raped or found in the street dead because she tripped and fell, so drunk she couldn’t even pull her head out of a puddle of water?”
“Fuck you, Vic.” This was a sore spot between us. Vic thought I should have Georgie forced into rehab. Of course, it wouldn’t be legal because she was over eighteen, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue was I wasn’t going to do it. Flat out. Not a chance. I’d protect her, help her any way I could, but I wasn’t locking her away with people I didn’t know while I was across the ocean, not knowing if I was coming back.
Georgie came out of the room wearing the tight black skirt she had on last night and my shirt—no fuckin’ bra. I could see her erect nipples through the material, and I silently cursed. “Going to borrow the shirt,” she said. She pulled it up to her nose and breathed in. Jesus, if that didn’t turn me on and make my cock hard. “Might even get myself off while wearing it.”
I took a deep breath and controlled the grin threatening to emerge. The girl lived on turning me on. All I could think about was how she would look naked laying over my lap while I spanked her until she begged me to stop.
I had to get the fuck out of here. “Be good, Georgie.” I started for the door.
“Definition of good: to be desired,” she called out.
My hand stiffened around the doorknob. “It also means to be approved of. Don’t disappoint me.”