Gray Back Ghost Bear(31)
Georgia went rigid between Jason’s legs. He massaged her shoulders and lifted his hand, then pointed at his mate. “Right here.”
Georgia looked back at him with wide, shocked eyes. She’d done her make-up nice and looked smokin’ hot in her tight jeans and curve-fitting shirt. Pride swelled inside of him as the other crews lifted their drinks and whistled, catcalled, and howled.
“A new mate in a crew is a beautiful thing. Welcome to the madness, Georgia. Good luck keeping that lucky bastard in line. This song’s for you.”
The noise level was deafening in Sammy’s bar now, and Georgia covered her rosy cheeks with her hands, as if that would help cool the heat there. Laughing, she buried her face against Jason’s chest as the first notes of the song rang out above the cheers and jeers of the bar. Denison was wearing a big old shit-eating grin that matched his twin brother, Brighton’s, as he sang the first words of the song, loud and clear in his deep timbre.
“Brute,” Georgia accused, easing back to look at Jason. “You could’ve warned me.”
“Mmm,” Jason murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead. “Where’s the fun in that? And besides, you were the one who said we were telling people. Now curse like the delinquent Gray Back you are.”
Georgia nuzzled against his face and wrapped her arms around his neck. Easing back, she crinkled up her nose and whispered, “As far as second dates go, this one is pretty fuckin’ awesome.”
Chapter Twelve
Two weeks was all it had taken to fall in love with her life in ten-ten. Two weeks, and Georgia had grown to adore Willa, Gia, Creed, Matt, and Easton. Heck, even Nards and Peanut Butter Spike had wiggled their way into her heart. But more than that, she’d fallen hopelessly in love with Jason.
He was sweet and tender, but with a primal, raw power that said he held himself in check at all times, especially around her.
Holding her coffee in one hand with her backpack slung over her shoulder, Georgia smiled at the little mouse that toted a sliver of toast she’d given him across the living room floor. She shut the door to 1010 and made her way down the porch stairs. The morning light was muted and gray, and the dark clouds above warned of a storm. It was cold enough for snow again.
Georgia took a sip of the hot coffee to ward off thoughts of how frigid it would be riding along Damon Daye’s territory line today. She’d missed the poachers on the last two Fridays. They were crafty, setting up on different mountains, always close to the property line, but last week, they’d trekked into an area they hadn’t before and took a deer way too close to the Boarlander’s territory for comfort.
She had to stop them.
“You’re up early, Ranger,” Jason said from his screened in porch.
“I was trying to catch your naked morning coffee,” she teased.
Her eyes had nearly plopped out of her head the first time she’d seen him standing there with his dick out, drinking a steaming cup of Joe. He’d told her he did it because Tessa had hated it, and she always left him alone for those few minutes in the morning when he pissed her off enough.
Georgia, however, was a big fan. Straight-backed man with six-pack abs flexing as he stretched. Long dick at half-mast as he blew on his coffee. Those dark, dancing eyes, daring her to look between his legs. Naked coffee time was her favorite time of day.
He pushed open the screen door and jogged down the stairs, meeting her right in front of his landscaping. “Too cold this morning. My balls just straight-up refused the abuse.” He wore jeans over heavy, mud-splattered work boots and a thick canvas jacket that made his shoulders appear even wider as it tapered to his narrow waist. His green winter hat made his eyes look lighter, and paired with that sexy scruff he’d grown on his jaw over the last few days, he looked rugged and delicious.
“Morning, Georgia,” Gia called from the trailer that stood between 1010 and Jason’s singlewide. Gia waved, then leaned down to kiss her mate goodbye.
Creed let the kiss linger and palmed Gia’s growing belly, drawing a blush from Georgia blushed at witnessing such a tender moment.
Jason pulled her into a hug and murmured, “That’s going to be us someday.”
Georgia clenched his jacket in her fists and sighed. She could imagine it. Her belly swelling with Jason’s child. Him touching her like Creed always touched Gia’s stomach. A little boy who looked like Jason, dark hair with her curly texture, and almond-colored, intelligent eyes like his daddy. And an easy smile like the both of them, because she and Jason would be awesome at raising a baby together. They might not raise him in a fancy house but would make sure their child was happy.