“Boone has his balls back so I’m guessing they won’t be alone.”
“Oh,” she’d said. “Have fun.”
“I plan on it.”
Click.
That was our conversation and the main reason my attitude sucked. Pretty fucking pathetic.
The sad thing? The guys had brought girls—hot fucking girls—and all I could think about was Georgia’s pale eyes and heart shaped face.
Even more pathetic.
“Dude! Are you coming in or what?”
My parents were long gone—thank God, since the two chicks in the pool were now topless and I was guessing the bits of fabric that barely covered their asses were coming off next.
Boone grinned as he grabbed the little blonde closest to him and ran his hands over her tits. “Lancaster. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
I scowled and cracked open a cold beer, but even the taste of good old Canadian lager did nothing to improve my mood.
Jack Ryan ran across the yard and belly flopped his six foot two inch body into the pool sending up a huge spray of water. The girls squealed. Bikini bottoms went flying in the air and I sank lower into my chair as Jack and Boone got real busy with the tits and ass offered up so easily. I knew the girls—professional puck bunnies—they were a good time, but they were a good time that I had no interest in anymore.
And even that pissed me off. What the hell had Georgia done to me? Had she cut my balls off like Boone’s ex?
I knew she was hurting and dealing with some heavy shit but I was fucking pissed that she wouldn’t let me in. We’d been seeing each other for weeks now and I was no closer to knowing the real Georgia King, than I’d been that first time I’d seen her in Matt’s loft.
What the hell did that say about what we had?
A tall brunette, Cassidy, walked toward me, her fake tits barely covered by the thin scraps of green triangles that passed as a bikini top. Her body was rock hard, tanned, tattooed and pierced. I’d been up close and personal with several of her piercings including the one between her legs, but at the moment her predatory smirk was wasted on me. I wasn’t interested in anything she had to offer.
“Aren’t you coming in?” Her voice was husky, rough, as if she’d downed a bottle of Jack. I liked it. I always had. But right now? It was about the only thing I liked.
I shook my head and took another sip of my already warming beer. It was close to four in the afternoon and still hotter than a bitch.
She stopped just in front of me, blocking my view of the pool and then knelt between my legs, her eyes on my dick, her tongue running along her bottom lip.
“Lancaster,” she said softly. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I shrugged, but didn’t back off.
Slowly she reached behind her back and seconds later tossed her top behind me. My gaze dropped to her large, perfectly round tits and I can’t lie, I felt the stirrings of something between my legs but fuck, I didn’t want to suck on hard, fake breasts. I wanted Georgia. I wanted her sweet face gazing down at me while I worshipped her body with everything I had. I wanted her arms around me, her lips on me. No one else came close, especially not some hard bodied puck bunny who’d fucked half the guys on the Kings.
Two months ago I would have been all over having a good time with Cassidy, but two months ago I was a different guy. Two months ago was before Georgia.
My scowl deepened even as my breath hitched and the situation between my legs sprang to life.
“This isn’t going to happen, Cass.”
She smiled, her eyes on my erection. “No?”
“I’m involved with someone.”
“Really.”
“Yeah.” I shifted, uncomfortable as fuck.
“And where is she?”
Cassidy’s hands were now on my thighs, her scarlet tipped fingers edging toward my dick and I knew if I didn’t do something she’d have her lips around my cock in ten seconds flat.
I set my beer on the table, removed her hands and pushed my chair back.
“You’re really going to turn down a blow job? For some girl who isn’t even here with you? Are you kidding me?”
I stared at her, pissed, horny as fuck, and aching for a girl who had walked out of this house three days ago and hadn’t bothered to come back.