I didn’t have to reach out to feel if Georgia was next to me; my nose told me she wasn’t there. The smell of bacon woke me.

Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and stretched my legs. I lay there and studied her room. Bookshelves lined the room, just about two feet below the ceiling, filled with paperbacks. I expected her to have books since she was a librarian, but the quantity surprised me.

The walls were a dark gray with stark white trim. White curtains flowed down and pooled on the hardwood. There wasn’t a dresser or any other furniture in the room besides the bed. My bedroom looked like a haphazard mess compared to the neatness of her room.

“Hey.” She peeked her head in the door. “You’re awake.”

“I am.” I stretched, taking the sheet off with my foot. “Are you okay?”

“I couldn’t be better. Happy to see me?” Her cheeks flushed when she laughed.

I grinned, looking at her around my morning wood. “I am. You want to help me out with this?” I grabbed my cock and stroked it.

“I would.” She glanced toward the kitchen before she stepped into the room with her eyes glued to my dick. “But the food is almost done, and I don’t want it to burn.”

I squeezed my dick. “What if I said I only wanted you for breakfast?”

She crawled onto the bed, climbing up my body like a cat. She batted away my hand when she came eye to eye with my dick. “I’d say you can have me for dessert.”

I grabbed her arms and pulled her up my body, sliding her across my hardness. “I’m greedy. I want it now.”

“But I have bacon,” she argued with a giggle.

“I’m craving your sweetness, not bacon.”

“But bacon is the greatest food ever invented.”

“I beg to differ. You haven’t tasted your pussy.”

She placed her hands on my chest and lifted herself. “Frisco, come on. I made you a big breakfast. I need you to have enough energy for today.”

I grinned and thought that whatever she had planned I would happily go along with. “What do you have in mind?”

She startled me and squirmed, causing my dick to throb. “Well…”

I closed my eyes and grabbed her waist, stilling her. “You can’t do that.”

She giggled, which made her body shake again and made everything worse. “Sorry,” she whispered, and laughed more.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, pushing her down my body and letting my cock spring free.

She glanced down and licked her lips. “I’m not telling you what we’re doing today until you get out of bed.”

I sat up and she pulled at my arms. “I’m up.”

She looked down just as my cock touched her stomach. “I can see that.”

I flexed my dick, having it twitch against her skin. “You do this to me.”

“Up you go.”

I glanced down and waggled my eyebrows. “I am.”

She rolled her eyes. “I need food.”

“Let’s get up,” I told her, pulling my legs out from under her and rolling off the side of the bed.

“The bacon’s probably burned by now,” she said, climbing off the bed behind me.

I grabbed my boxers off the floor and started to put them on as I watched her. “I like it well done.”

“How do you want your eggs?” She walked toward the door in her black silk nightie.

“Scrambled eggs are fine, but any way you want to make them.” I headed toward her bathroom, needing to clean up and wash my mouth out. “I’ll be right out.”

“Sure. Make yourself at home. There’s an extra toothbrush on the counter for you,” she told me after she walked into the hall.

“Thanks,” I yelled before closing the bathroom door. I hurried, not wanting to risk ruining breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen just as she set the bacon on the table. “Smells amazing in here.”

She glanced up at me. “It’s the bacon.”

I stepped toward the stove and paused. “Do you want me to finish the eggs?”

“I’d love that. I’ll finish setting the table while you do that.”

I grabbed the spatula sitting next to the stove and began to fold the eggs. “I don’t think anyone has ever cooked me breakfast besides my mom.”

She stopped as she reached for the plate and looked over at me. “Seriously?” Tiny creases formed across her forehead.

“Seriously.” I studied her face.

Morning Georgia was more beautiful than the glammed-up woman I’d grown fond of. “Hey, Georgia,” I said, using my free hand to rub the back of my neck.

“Yeah?” She pulled two plates out of the cupboard.

“Don’t take this wrong, but you look more beautiful this morning than I’ve ever seen you.”

She pursed her lips. “Without my makeup?”

I grinned and let my eyes roam around her face. “You’re always beautiful, but without the makeup, you’re spectacular.”

“Oh, you like the plain Janes.”

“No, I like seeing the real woman behind the eyeliner and lipstick.”

She set the plates on the counter next to me and folded her arms in front of her. “I feel naked without it sometimes.”

I turned my attention back to the eggs, not wanting to ruin them. “Feel free to be naked around me anytime.”

She slapped me on the arm and laughed. “You’re a perv.”

“I’m a man. I can’t help that I love your body without anything masking its beauty.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “You’re really a great guy.”

“I’m not; you just think I am.”

“You are,” she argued, slapping my ass.

I folded the eggs one last time before turning off the burner and removing the pan. “I’m an asshole.”

“Nope. I won’t believe it.”

“So, what are we doing today?” I grabbed the plates, separating them before scooping the eggs equally between the two.

She carried the plates to the table and set them down. “It involves very little clothing.”

I rubbed my hands together as I sat. “Sounds right up my alley.”

She sat down and smirked. “You game for anything?”

I nodded vigorously as I grabbed a slice of bacon from the table. “How can anything with very little clothes be bad?”

She giggled when she picked up her fork and stabbed at her eggs. “How do you feel about water?”

Just as I was about to place the bacon in my mouth, I froze. “Water? I hope you mean a bath.”

She shook her head. “Not a bath,” she said before shoveling a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

I leaned back in my chair, dropping the bacon onto my plate. “What, then?”

She mimicked my actions, dropping her bacon on her plate and crossing her arms. “Canoeing.”

My head fell forward and I put my hands up. “Cah-what?”

“Canoeing. Y’know.” She pretended to paddle through the water.

I closed my eyes and tried not to smile. “That wasn’t exactly how I imagined our day.”

She leaned over the table and pushed my plate toward me. “But eat quick. We have to leave soon.”

“Hold up,” I said, grabbing the piece of bacon I’d dropped earlier. “Where are we canoeing? In the Gulf?”

Grabbing her fork, she gawked at me. “Scared of sharks or something?”

My head jerked back. “I’m not scared of sharks, babe.”

She laughed. “Everyone is scared of sharks. No, I want to go up to Weeki Wachee and canoe in the river.”

I chewed slowly, thinking about the rivers up north and what lived inside. “Aren’t there alligators?”

She slathered the eggs on a slice of buttered toast. “Hey, tough guy. Nothing will eat you.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered with a mouthful of eggs.

She tossed a piece of bacon at me. “The water is too cold for alligators, sissy.”

I glanced down, picking up the sliver as it bounced on the table. “I’m in. But you’re wearing a bikini.”

“Deal.”

***

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I huffed out, trying to stop the canoe from careening into the riverbank without Georgia’s help.

She laughed, sitting with her chin resting in her palm. “It’s so beautiful, though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I glanced around and admired the creativity of Mother Nature.

The river hadn’t been what I’d expected. The lushness of it with the treetop canopies and crystal-clear water shocked me. Even the temperature of it when we climbed into the canoe had me thinking twice. She left out of the part about it being a constant seventy degrees throughout the year.

Lucky for us, the river was empty. Very few people lined the shores, and no one passed us as we meandered downstream.

“Pull off to the side up here.” She pointed to a clearing on the right side.

“Why?” I asked, trying to get the canoe to go in that direction.

She peered over her shoulder, giving me a sinful smile. “I want to show you something.”

My stomach did that weird flop thing again. “Okay,” I said through gritted teeth as I fought the current to get to the spot before we passed by.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I have no doubts.” I chuckled, paddling furiously to push up on the sandy shore.

She clapped and cheered as she stepped out of the canoe. “Good job, Frisco.”

I wiped my brow with the back of my hand before tossing the oar to the bottom of the metal canoe. “Anytime, babe.”

I needed to cool off. Even though much of the trip had been shady, the humidity was unbearable. I stepped into the water, skipping the direct route to shore, and sank down.

“Ahh.” I closed my eyes and basked in the cold, clear water.

“Alligator!” Georgia screamed, pointing behind me with wide eyes.

I turned around quickly, searching in the water as I started to run backward toward shore. “Where!” I yelled, thrashing as I walked. My heart was about to burst out of my chest. If the alligator didn’t get me, I might have a heart attack first.

She doubled over, laughing hysterically. “I’m totally kidding,” she said, slapping her leg.

I froze. “Georgia,” I said, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.

She started to sway and her laughter grew louder. “You should’ve seen your face.”

I stepped out of the water and headed straight for her. Grabbing her above the knees, I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” she screamed, kicking her feet and slapping my ass.

I swatted her ass cheek. “You’re getting payback.”

“Can’t I blow you?” she asked, smacking my ass again.

That earned her two quick swats. “After.”

“But it’s cold!” she screamed as I walked into the water and fell forward, taking us both underwater.

She kicked away from me and I let her go. When she surfaced, she looked pissed as hell with her hair in disarray and water cascading down her face. “I’m so fucking getting you for this.”

“Fuck me to death,” I told her, wiping the water out of my eyes.

She fisted her hands at her sides, standing there like a drenched cat. “You aren’t getting pussy for a long, long time.”

“You think so?” I challenged her, taking a step toward her.

“Oh. I know so.” She spat out the water drops that trickled into her mouth. “I think I taste manatee pee. Ugh.”

I reached out, pushing the hair away from her face before wiping away the water dripping off her chin. “Jokes aren’t always funny when they’re on you, are they?”

She blew the water off her lips. “You’re a dick.”

“I know.” I leaned forward and kissed her. She came closer, melting into my touch.

“What did you want to show me?” I asked after I broke the kiss and our lips were still touching.

“Forget it now,” she whispered, grabbing my arms.

“Oh, no. There was a reason. Spill it.”

“Well,” she said, shifting from foot to foot as her body began to shiver, “I was going to take you back there.” She pointed behind her to the brush. “And I was going to suck your cock.”

I glanced toward the secluded spot and checked our surroundings. “You still can.”

She shook her head and laughed. “No fucking way, buddy. Not after you threw me in the water.”

“Please?” I pulled her against my chest. “You scared the crap out of me. You deserved it, G.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

I nodded, giving her puppy-dog eyes. “I almost had a heart attack. You can’t do that shit to me. I’m too old to be scared.”

She slapped my arm, the water making the contact sound much louder. “You’re so full of shit, Frisco.”

“But you can still suck my cock.”

She started to stomp through the water, creating ripples across the surface. “Get your ass back in the canoe, and if you’re a good boy, I’ll do it later.”

“But wait—” I said, following behind her toward the canoe.

“Nope. That ship has sailed.” She climbed inside and grabbed the oar she’d ignored all day.

“My dick says otherwise.”

She chuckled. “We have to be to the dock in an hour. Your cock will have to wait.”

“Fuck me,” I mumbled, sticking one leg inside the canoe.

I realized that Georgia had the perfect mixture of sassy and playful. Everything seemed to roll off her back. Even though I knew I could be a ballbuster, she gave it better than I ever had.

Maybe it was her age or her free spirit, but all I knew was I wanted more of it.

Never in my entire life had I felt the butterflies buzzing around my gut from a simple smile. With Georgia, even the most innocent look did crazy shit to my insides.

Although canoeing hadn’t been on my to-do list, spending the day with Georgia was the best medicine.