13

Boone

“Where the hell have you been, cowboy?”

Georgia sits up as well as she can, a painful grimace crossing her face, still gently cradling the baby that’s been in her arm. The baby is still asleep, which is surprising given the volume of Georgia’s question.

Georgia’s brother, Guy, comes and rescues his son, giving me a “don’t fuck with my baby sister” look at the same time.

I walk toward Georgia, taking in every bit of her beauty. She’s dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, with no make-up and her hair a mess on top of her head. She looks beautiful. The bruises have started to fade, but every time she moves her face contorts with pain. She’s still hurting, and I haven’t been here to help her.

“Stop right there, mister.” She points her finger to emphasize every word.

I freeze, holding my breath.

“I want to know one thing before you take one more step.”

“Anything, wildflower, ask me anything.”

“Was the accident your fault?”

She sounds so tough, but her hands are shaking. My own heart is pounding. This is a big moment and we both know my answer here can change everything.

I look around and we are the only two people in the room. Her whole family had cleared out to give us privacy.

“Was the accident my fault? I’ve asked myself that question over and over for the last three weeks. You know that while you were in the hospital I blamed myself and that’s why I left when you were going home. You had told me that I was dangerous to you and that had been proven right. This last week though, I’ve realized that it wasn’t my fault that what happened with the horse happened. Breaking your heart afterward though, that’s on me. I’m so sorry.”

Georgia holds her hand out and I grab it like a lifeline. I sit on the sofa where her head was before, and she lays back in my lap. “I’ve missed you, Boone. So many times this last week I’ve wanted to tell you something and you weren’t there.”

“I know. I won’t ever leave you again.” I lean down a kiss her softly.

“Do you promise? My heart can’t take another break.” Tears form in her eyes.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I promise you, Georgia, I will never leave you again. You’re gonna get so sick of me. You’ll be kicking me out of your house.”

She shakes her head, causing her to realize that my cock is rock hard.

“Seriously?”

“I’m in the same room as you, so….”

“I look like a gargoyle. I’m black, blue, yellow, and green all over. My leg is in a cast, and I’ve barely brushed my hair in a week.”

“And you still look irresistible.”

I kiss her again and this time it gets a little more passionate. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, we are interrupted by Chris.

“Is everything okay in here?” he asks.

“I think so,” Georgia answers looking up at me.

I nod.

“Mother wants to know if you’re staying for dinner.”

“He is,” she says to her brother. Once he’s left the room, she looks at me nervously. “I’m sorry I answered for you. You don’t have to stay unless you want to.”

“Wildflower, I’m staying. I told you I’m not leaving again, and I meant it.”

Her smile is contagious, and I smile back at her. We sit and tell each other about our bad week apart until dinner is ready.

“Hey, cowboy, how did you know I was here?” Georgia asks as I help her off the sofa.

“Your dad,” I answer, carefully picking her up to carry her to the dining room.

“I can walk by myself. Why would my dad tell you I’m here?”

“He’s been keeping me updated on you. I may have walked away from you at the hospital, but I still needed to know everything about you and what you are going through.”

As I sit her into a seat, she gives her dad the stink eye. “So the two of you are conspiring against me?”

“Not conspiring, wildflower. I just couldn’t have made it through the day without knowing you’re okay.”

“Could have just asked me,” she mumbles under her voice.

“And that’s what I’ll do from now on, I promise.”

Dinner is a loud, fun affair. Georgia and her brothers tease each other like crazy, and the sisters-in-law getting into the teasing too. Everyone takes shots at me, and I give it back. It’s like I’ve been part of this family for a long time, instead of this being the first time I was eating with the family.

Georgia yawns. “I hate how easily I still get tired.”

“Didn’t get enough rest when you were in a coma?” Dylan asks.

“Don’t joke about that. Your sister being injured isn’t funny,” their mom gets on to her brother.

“Want me to give you a ride home, Georgia?” I ask.

“I’m staying here tonight. I promised my parents and I was planning to do some more work.” She doesn’t look thrilled with her plan.

“It’s okay. I can come back and see you tomorrow, you need to get your rest,” I say even though the last thing I want to do is leave her.

“Why don’t you help Georgia get to her room,” her dad says.

“What?” her brothers all say at the same time.

“You never let us have girls in our rooms, but Georgia can have a man in her room?”

“I’m thirty years old and beat to hell. I think I can control myself with Boone in my bedroom,” Georgia deadpans at her brothers while sending me a saucy wink.

I turn to her dad, “Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure she’s comfortable.”

Her dad laughs and again there’s a round of complaints from the brothers, but this time the sisters-in-law want to know what girls the boys are upset they couldn’t have in their rooms. It’s the perfect time to escape with my girl.

I pick her up and carry her out of the dining room. Her arms wrap around my shoulders.

“My hero,” she sighs. Then the minx starts placing small kisses along my jaw.

“You better cut that out.”

“Or what?” she asks as she nips at my ear.

I don’t answer her, I need to concentrate on walking up the stairs with her in my arms and her love bites are mighty distracting.

“It’s the second door on the left,” she tells me when I pause at the top of the stairs unsure of where to go.

“Okay, wildflower, let’s get you in bed.”

A few more kisses along the nape of my neck, “Yes, let’s get into bed.”

I manage to get the door open, and Georgia gently laid on her bed. I turn around to shut her door and she says, “Lock it.”

I turn back to tell her that I don’t think that’s a good idea, but the words die before they’re formed. Georgia’s topless and her gorgeous tits are on full display. I’ve been hard since I picked her up in the dining room, but we are in her parents’ house, and she’s still hurt. I had planned to make her comfortable and then go home to a cold shower.

Georgia starts to look unsure, and I can’t have that. I reach back without breaking our eye contact and turn the lock on the door.

“Damn, wildflower, you are gorgeous.” I stalk to the bed and put my knee up beside her body. I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her, and I’ve done too much of that already.

“Even with all the bruises? I like to think it adds a little bit of color to my otherwise translucent skin.”

I lightly trace the bruises on her ribs. I know that those are the worst. “Why aren’t your ribs still bandaged?”

“I couldn’t easily do it myself, so the last couple of days I’ve gone without. It’s hurting a lot less. I’m sure it’s fine.”

If I hadn’t been an asshole I would have been there able to help her with that. I would give anything to go back and redo so many things with Georgia, go back and get things right the first time.

“Stop it. You’re blaming yourself again and I won’t stand for it. We all made the decisions that we made and there’s nothing we can do to change anything. We can only do better in the future.”

“You’re right.”

“I am?” Surprise crosses her face.

“You are and in the future, I promise to always put you first. In fact, how about I put you first right now?”

I help her lay down on the bed with the pillows under her head. Then I gently remove her sweatpants being as careful as I can with the leg in the cast. I toss the sweats away and sit back to behold the beauty in front of me. So fragile and yet so fucking strong.

“You are amazing, Georgia. I’m so grateful you’re giving me another chance to prove that I can be trusted with your body.”

“And my heart,” she says quietly.

“Oh, wildflower.” I move gently up her body so I can devour her mouth with mine. I’m like a man that’s been denied water. I can’t get enough.

Being as gentle as I possibly can I run my hands over her body. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait until you heal more. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Cowboy, I need this. I need you,” she pleads.

“Okay, but if it hurts or anything is too much you better tell me.”

She nods.

I slowly kiss down her body, lavishing attention on her shoulders, collarbone, and the tops of each breast. I can feel her wiggling against me, wanting me to move faster, but this will take time.

I take one tight nipple into my warm mouth and pull.

“Oh…” she moans.

I bite down a little in warning. She knows that she can’t be too loud. While I’m sure her parents expect a little making out while I’m up here, this is much further than that.

I switch to her other rosy tip, swirling around it several times with my tongue, the same way I plan to move around her clit. Then when I feel her body relax just a bit, I pull as much of her tit into my mouth as I can.

“Damn! Boone…”

I let go of her breasts and kiss down the center of her body. Barely any pressure along the center of her ribs. I watch her face to make sure it isn’t painful, but the smile on her face is serene. She runs her hand through my hair and a shiver runs through my body.

“Now, I need you to keep quiet, wildflower. I don’t want your family comin’ up here to make sure you’re okay. Can you do that?”

“I think so,” she answers without any confidence. Then she looks around before grabbing a stuffed dog from her nightstand. “I’ll stuff it in my mouth if I’m gonna scream.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Whatever works.”

“Shouldn’t you take your clothes off cowboy?” she asks.

“Tonight is just about you. When your ribs are one hundred percent you can have your way with my body.”

She doesn’t look happy about this, so I move my large frame down her bed and move her good leg out to one side. I didn’t think through the logistics of how this would work with her leg in a cast, but I’m determined.

I run my tongue up and down her slit. God, I’ve missed her and that taste that is uniquely Georgia. I circle her clit with my tongue, and she lifts her hips off the bed. I move one arm to keep her hips down, then look at her to make sure that it’s okay. A little nod tells me to continue.

I slowly inch one finger and then another into her tight channel. Oh, I can’t wait to have my cock inside her wet heat again. She’s so tight. Soon. Soon.

I suck her clit into my mouth and pump my fingers in and out of her pussy. Soon, I start to feel her walls squeeze me tight and I know she’s about to come. I look up and see my sweet wildflower with a stuffed dog stuffed in her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head. I gently bite down on her clit and at the same time, I curl my fingers to reach her G-spot. Her climax comes with a roar and that stuffed animal was no match for the scream of pleasure that comes from my woman.

Slowly she comes down from the high and I pull my fingers from her body. I lick them clean, wanting one more taste for tonight.

I move Georgia into a comfortable position on the bed and get her cleaned up. She’s so gorgeous, her body slick with a sheen of sweat and relaxed from finding release.

“Can you stay?” she asks.

“Of course,” I answer. I’m not leaving her, it’s what I promised, and I intend to keep that promise. Even if I have to face the wrath of her brothers and her dad.