The Stillness Of You(32)

She didn't say she was coming out to my place, and I didn't invite her. I   told her Jack Ryan, Rick Daniels and Ball-less Boone-former teammates   of mine from LA-were coming out for a few days to chill before training   camp started. Georgia asked if they were bringing girls with them and I   answered without thinking.

"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.

I didn't go after her. Guilt washed over me at the thought. I should have gone after her. Why the hell hadn't I?

Cassidy studied me for several seconds and then sat back on her   haunches, not caring that her tits were out or that her bikini bottoms   did nothing to hide what she had between her legs.

"You're in love with this girl."

I was on my feet and nearly knocked her over as I pushed past her. I   didn't want to discuss Georgia with her or anyone else for that matter. I   glanced toward the pool. "Guys, I gotta do something. You know where   the beer and the food is."

"Where the hell are you going, Lancaster?" Boone took enough time to   drag his mouth away from the girl in his arms to ask the question, but I   didn't answer because I was already gone.

I stopped long enough to pull on a T-shirt, grabbed my wallet, keys, and   cell, and was out the door in under a minute. I didn't call Georgia-I   didn't want her to blow me off-and if Joe was surprised to see me   trucking through the lobby he didn't say so. He just nodded and smiled   and I kept going.

I still had the key that Matt had given me, though I played it cool. I   knocked and waited. And then I knocked again but there was no answer.

I shoved in the key and let myself in but the place looked deserted. It was quiet. It was empty.

"Georgia?"

No answer.

Shit. I never thought she wouldn't be here but then again I wasn't   really thinking, was I? Should I wait? I thought about it for a moment   and then moved through the loft, heading down the hall toward the   bedrooms. Her door was closed and I paused outside for moment feeling   like some screwed up stalker guy who was on the verge of going crazy.

I knocked again, "Georgia?"

And then opened the door.

Her room was dark, the blinds were drawn, but I saw her right away. She   was curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed, her long dark hair   spread out across her pillow, her hands fisted beneath her chin. She   faced me and I could tell she was asleep.

Shit. Was she sick?

I crossed the room and stopped beside the bed, my hands itching to touch   her. God, she looked like an angel. I don't know how long I stood  there  staring down at her. I only knew that I didn't want to be  anywhere  else. Not now. Not ever.

I doffed my sandals and moved around the bed so that I could climb in   behind her. Once there, I pulled her close and for the first time since   she'd left my place I felt calm. I felt as if I was where I was  supposed  to be-as if I was with who I was supposed to be with.

Summer drifted into my nostrils and I inhaled her scent, burying my nose   in her hair because I couldn't help myself. Her hair was damp as if   she'd showered not too long ago and her skin was soft. So damn soft.

She shifted, her sweet ass moving into my groin as if she was coming home and I groaned, already hard and wanting her.

I tensed a bit when she mumbled something, afraid I'd wake her-afraid   she'd freak out-but she settled into me and after a bit I relaxed. I   don't know if it was the gentle sounds she made as she slept or the   warmth of her body, but I fell asleep and it was dark when I woke up.

It took a few moments to focus. Georgia wasn't asleep anymore. She'd   turned in my arms and her expressive eyes were wide as she stared up at   me.

I cleared my throat and managed to speak. "Hey." Not a great start but I   couldn't think of anything else to say. All I could think about was  how  amazing it felt to hold her again.

She exhaled slowly, her finger tracing along my jaw in a way that had me hot and anxious before she reached my mouth.                       
       
           



       

And then she leaned forward and kissed me.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Georgia





I don't know why or how Ben ended up in my bed and I didn't care. I'd   been holed up in Matt's loft for the last three days feeling sorry for   myself. Too stupid and too scared to call him back and apologize for   freaking out and leaving him the way I did.