“I don’t know what you did, but Georgia is, as Sunshine says, ‘absolutely buzzing’ for tonight,” City told me over the phone.

“Jesus.” I stared at myself in the mirror, putting him on speaker and setting the phone on the counter.

“I’m glad you finally came to your senses.”

“I think the opposite.” I ran my razor under the water and tapped it against the sink.

“Even if you don’t fuck her, she’s perfect for you.”

“When did you become Dr. Ruth?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“It would be a hell of a lot less complicated than tonight.” I dried my face with a towel and cursed into the material so only I could hear.

“Dude, you’re full of shit.”

“Banging virgins in high school was great and all, but as an adult, it’s a hell of a lot of pressure.”

City laughed. “Why?”

“I could mess everything up royally.”

“What the hell do you care?”

I stood there leaning against the sink and thought about his question.

Why did I care? I never really gave a fuck, especially after Jeanine. Maybe I’d been lying to myself and I really liked Georgia.

Could that be possible?

Maybe through my hate-induced haze, I’d missed all the cues about my true feelings.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Look at it this way—she won’t know if you suck in the sack.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I better run. Suzy will have my balls if you’re late because of me.”

“She already has them.”

“What?”

“Nothing, man. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Oh, you will,” he said. “Go get ’er, tiger.”

“Don’t call me again. We’ve talked on the phone more lately than ever before. We’re turning into two old hags.”

“Speak for yourself, fucker.”

I hit end and took a deep breath.

I’d probably be the one getting fucked in the end.

***

I thought I’d planned a great first date. I don’t remember the last time I had one. She wasn’t a bar troll or Jeanine, so I wanted to do something different.

When I showed up at her house, she didn’t look ready for what I had planned. Mini golf and dinner, I figured, would be innocent. There was nothing sexy about it, and it would keep my ass out of trouble—and my cock too.

But when she opened the door in sky-high cherry red peep toe heels, I knew I was in trouble. Georgia didn’t play fair. I knew that about her in the short amount of time we’d spent together. Peeking out were her toes, shiny and painted black.

My eyes slowly traveled up her legs, catching a spectacular view of her legs before landing on her chest. It’s not that I typically ogled a woman’s cleavage, but the V-neck dress she wore showed everything off.

Instantly, my mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to taste her skin. I’d touched it before, but it wasn’t enough.

“Am I dressed okay?” she asked. She looked down, following where my eyes had landed.

I blinked and broke my trance with her breasts before dragging my eyes to hers. “Uh,” I stammered, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”

Her eyes drifted down my body, slowing as they took in my arms before traveling the length of my body. “I think I’m overdressed.”

“We’re going to play mini golf,” I blurted out and let my eyes drop back to her magnificent tits.

“Well, fuck. I can golf in these,” she said, tipping her shoes and tensing her calf muscles.

There wasn’t an inch of her body that wasn’t impeccable. Her calves were toned, sleek, and craving to be touched. I wanted to feel them wrapped around my back, pulling my dick deeper inside.

My fingers began to tingle and I shook them out, trying to get rid of my need to touch her. “I’m ready if you’re ready.”

She closed the door and smiled before sauntering down the walkway in front of me. Did I talk about her ass—tight as shit in all its round glory? I closed my fists and clenched them tightly.

I would not touch her. At least not yet. Resist the urge, I told myself. I had willpower. I learned how to hone it in the military.

There was a problem with my plan. I hadn’t thought about her bending over and waving her ass in my face every hole. Eighteen holes, multiple attempts, and every time she did it, I had to tell my dick that it was a no go.

She didn’t make it easy either. No. Georgia wouldn’t be that kind. Behind her innocence was a vixen dying to be set free.

Every time she bent over, she hadn’t been ladylike. She didn’t bend at the knees and scrunch down to retrieve her ball. Nope. She kept her legs straight, bending at the waist, and gave me a full view of her upper thighs and perky ass each time. Not one time did she take it easy on me.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her small smiles, pretend apologies the entire time were all bullshit.

Every opportunity she had, she’d brush against my body, giving me just enough to drive me crazy. The smell of her perfume and the feel of her body against mine drove me crazy.

By the time we sat down at dinner, I didn’t know if I could walk another step. My dick felt like a baseball bat inside my pants, ready to splinter if I moved any farther.

“Are you all right?” she asked when the waitress put our entrees on the table.

I shifted in my seat, placing the napkin on my lap and pushing my cock down between my legs. “Yeah. I couldn’t be better.”

“You look a little flushed.”

I glanced up at her just as she placed a French fry in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it like a dick and suckling it.

She pulled the fry out slowly, toying with the tip of it with her tongue. “Your face is all red.”

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something sad—anything to make the raging boner in my pants go away. I didn’t look at her as I picked up my fork. “I’m good,” I said, my voice betraying me when it cracked.

Her moans drew my attention just as I was about to place a forkful of whatever I’d ordered in my mouth. She had closed her eyes, slowly sucking on the French fry and fucking moaning.

Every ounce of air in my lungs disappeared, and I couldn’t do anything but stare. My lips were half open, waiting to be fed, and my brain couldn’t communicate with my hand. I just sat there. Staring at her. Gawking as she moaned, totally breathless and dumbfounded.

After she swallowed and glanced at me, a small smile played on her lips. “You want a taste?”

I shoved the fork in my mouth, needing to put something inside to stop me from answering. I stabbed at my food as she laughed softly. “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Nah.”

I didn’t risk a glance. I couldn’t. “You are.”

“Why are you fighting it so badly?”

I still wouldn’t look. Because I knew why I fought it. She wasn’t right for me, and I sure as fuck wasn’t right for her. “It’s not right. Plain and simple.”

“Frisco.” Her voice was soft and sultry when she spoke my name. “Do you think I’m weak?”

I stopped chewing, peering up at her. “I don’t.”

“Then stop treating me like I’m fragile.”

She had me there. I did think it was my duty to protect her from me, but really, I was keeping myself safe. “I don’t mean to.”

“The words that you say do not match what your body tells me.”

Setting my fork down, I leaned back and stared at her. “What are you talking about?”

She continued to eat, speaking between bites. “You can’t keep your eyes off me.”

“Well, you’re beautiful.”

“When I brush against you, I can feel how hard you are for me.”

My lips twisted and my dick twitched, reminding me that she had a point. “I can’t help what happens when you touch me.”

“I’m not asking for a lifetime here. Stop being so full of yourself and assuming you’re going to break my heart and steal my virginity.”

“Well, I never—”

She waved her fork in front of her and silenced me. “First off, I won’t willingly give away my virginity. I’ve held on to it too long. It’s sacred and I’ll only give it to someone who is special to me. So you don’t have to worry about taking it.”

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her words gave me a funny feeling. Like when you’re sitting in an airplane to skydive for the first time, that kind of belly flop slash nausea that overcomes someone.

The thought of her just offering it up on a platter made me angry. It shouldn’t have. She wasn’t mine to feel jealousy over, but there it was. Sitting in my gut, twisting away like a knife.

“But I like you.”

The words lodged in my throat. Thoughts swirled through my mind about Georgia. I liked her too. Liked everything about her. Okay, that was a lie. I hated that she was so young, too young, I thought, for me. But she wasn’t a college kid looking to chug beer at a frat party. She was a woman. One hell of a woman who oozed sex appeal from every pore and could make the strongest-willed man bend to her desires.

I grabbed my gin, swallowing it down and grimacing. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I had to say it. Free myself from the restraint. “I like you too.”

She smiled and stared at me with soft, playful eyes. “Glad you finally admitted it. Now eat up. Because I want you to do that thing you did with your mouth.”

I coughed into my glass, choking on the gin that had barely passed my tongue.

“And your fingers. God, they’re so thick and long.”

“Stop,” I warned her, feeling my control slipping.

She leaned forward, placing her tits closer to me and on full display. “I may be a virgin and want to keep it that way, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to wrap my lips around your cock and taste your want for me.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I know exactly what I want, and I’ll do anything to get it.”

I set down my drink, clasped my hands in front of me on the table, and leaned forward, close to her. “I gave you a chance to get away, Georgia. I warned you what I am, but you kept coming. I’m sick of running and fighting my attraction to you.” I licked my lips, watching her eyes drop to my mouth and getting a little thrill. “I’m done being a gentleman. I know what I want. Who I want. And I’ll put my mouth anywhere you want it. I’ll give you so much pleasure, you’ll never want another man in your life.”

“Promise?” she asked, bringing her face closer and looking me straight in the eye.

I leaned over and brushed my lips against hers. Peering into her eyes, I whispered, “You can bet your ass on it.”

***

Too many drinks, a lot of flirting and innuendo, and a taxi ride spent kissing and touching that led us back to her place.

Unable to contain myself by the time we walked through the door, I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. She giggled, half drunk, and squealed when I tossed her on the bed.

Her dress flipped up, covering her face as she giggled. My pulse quickened at the sight of her bare pussy. In one quick motion, I pulled my shirt off and slid onto the bed, right between her legs. I planned to give her exactly what she wanted and I needed.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her to my face. She gasped at the contact and twitched in my arms when I clamped my mouth down against her.

I buried my face in her, suffocating myself but loving every minute of it. I hadn’t let myself think about how badly I wanted her since the last time I touched her.

As I lay there with my face between her legs, sucking and licking like I’d never had pussy before, I realized how much I wanted her. No matter what, I didn’t want to spend time with anyone else. Just her. Only Georgia.

Her hands found my hair as she sucked in air and her body shook in my arms. I held her to me, didn’t let her escape as I devoured every ounce of her until she was writhing in the bed and screaming my name. By the time that happened, my dick was harder than steel.

When her breathing evened out and she stilled, I climbed up her body and licked my lips to capture every last drop. I hovered over her, watching her try to focus on my face.

“Well, fuck. That was—” She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

“Fucking amazing.”

“The best,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered open.

I settled between her legs and pressed my length against her. “I need to feel your lips on me, Georgia.”

She smiled, reached up, and ran her fingers through my hair. “I can help you out with that,” she said, rubbing her pussy against my jeans and almost making me come in my pants. “But first,” she whispered, bringing her lips close to mine. “I want you to make me come again.” She tugged at my head and pushed me down.

I laughed softly and didn’t hide the smile on my face. Georgia may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t innocent. She knew what she wanted and had no issue demanding it. Lucky for her, I was more than happy to serve. I’d worship at her altar and feast on her soul for an eternity if she’d allow me, as long as it meant she’d quench her thirst by wrapping her lips around my cock and drink me down.

When I perched myself between her legs, I took a moment to take in her majesty—the soft, bare flesh that held so much pleasure and had never been tapped. My fingers lightly grazed her velvety skin, damp with need. I closed my eyes, memorizing her scent and the feel of my body on hers.

The noises she made in the back of her throat drove me forward and kept me going. My dick may not have been allowed inside her, but my fingers were itching to rub her in just the right way that she’d be screaming my name until her voice turned hoarse.

I inched backward, pulling her with me because this position wouldn’t work for what I had planned.

“What are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head and staring down her body.

“Just lie back and enjoy,” I told her and winked before I settled on the floor.

Her body hung over the edge and she did as I asked, gripping the comforter nervously in her hands. I removed her shoes, tossing them over my head before I placed her feet flat on the bed, giving me the most amazing view.

I scooted forward, sitting on my knees before I dragged my tongue lightly against her pussy. Her knees began to turn inward and I pushed them apart, leaving my hands on her legs and opening her to me.

While rubbing my fingers against her, priming her for the finger-fuck of a lifetime, I dipped my head forward and licked her folds. Slowly and softly touching her with my mouth and feeling her try to bring her body closer, wanting more than I gave.

I pushed my fingers inside and licked her pussy harder.

“Yes,” she moaned.

My eyes moved over her body and watched as she toyed with her breast, matching the rhythm of my tongue. If I couldn’t fuck her with my cock, I’d do it with my fingers.

I twisted them as I pulled out, bringing her new sensations with my tongue twirling around her clit and barely making contact. She chased my mouth, driving her pussy down on my hand in the process.

It may have been the most erotic moment of my life. Watching the virginal Georgia fuck my fingers, smashing her pussy on my face and moaning out her pleasure.

Within seconds, her insides squeezed down on my fingers when she came, but I didn’t relent. I wouldn’t let up until she had another. Until she was so sated that she wouldn’t deny me the relief I needed to survive.

I sucked harder and she thrashed about the bed, but she didn’t tell me to stop. There were lots of fucks and hell yesses coming from her mouth, but I wanted more.

I wanted to give her something mind-blowing and unforgettable. I had other reasons too. I wanted it to be so good she didn’t ask for another before I could feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick.

When my mouth left her body, she whimpered and blinked through her lust-induced haze. I shook my head as a warning and positioned myself in front of her. Before I slid my fingers back inside her, I pushed down on her pelvis and inched them inside her slowly.

“Oh,” she moaned, feeling the difference.

“Tell me if it gets too much,” I said, seating my fingers fully inside her. I knew it could be overwhelming. Even though she boasted that she wasn’t new to foreplay, not all women could handle a real finger-fuck.

She looked up at me and blinked a few times before nodding. I added another finger, needing to fill her and make her feel everything my fingers were doing inside her.

After thrusting them in and out of her a few times, I added a twist, moving my wrist back and forth with my fingers.

Her knees pushed on my sides, holding me in place while I banged her with my hand, wishing like fuck it was my dick inside her. I pulled out slowly, thrusting back in with more determination with each stroke.

When her ass started to rise and she began the familiar chase of my fingers, wanting more than she was getting, I added a curl. Positioning the tips of my fingers against her G-spot, applying more pressure to her pelvis, and holding her down against the bed.

I mimicked the motion of my hands with my crotch and drove inside of her until she shattered. Shaking on the bed, gasping for air, and screaming my name over and over again. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing I’d done it to her.

My eyes couldn’t leave her. Seeing her in pieces before me was the best high I’d ever have in my entire life. Seeing her limp and exhausted may have backfired. She was spent and I’d done it.

“Gimme a minute,” she whispered, throwing her arm over her face and gasping for air. “Just a minute.”

I collapsed on the bed next to her and stared up at the ceiling. My curse with her would be to have forever-wood. It never softened, permanently rock hard and painful. For some unknown reason, even though we didn’t fuck, I needed to give her the best damn orgasms of her life.

I’m sure Brent the Bland didn’t finger-fuck her the way I had. He couldn’t. She wouldn’t talk about him and his dullness if he had. The problem with my need to overplease her was that she came so hard she was literally spent. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something, anything, to make my boner go down.

Before I let my mind go dark, the bed dipped and Georgia rolled to my side. “Hey,” she whispered and palmed my dick through my jeans. She kissed my neck and stroked my length. “I wouldn’t leave you like this.” The warmth of her hand felt so amazing I didn’t want her to ever stop touching me.

“Thank God,” I said and laughed. “I think you better put it in your mouth before I come in my pants.”

“I thought you were more of a man than that.”

I smiled and pulled her face to mine. “G, I am a man. But tasting your pussy and listening to you come drove me so close to the edge, I didn’t think I’d ever recover. If you don’t put my dick in your mouth quick, I’m going to die.”

“Technically, no one has ever died from blue balls.”

I raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You risking a chance for me to be the first?”

Her eyes roamed my face while she squeezed my dick roughly. “Well, I wouldn’t want that. Who would make me come the way you do?”

“Good answer.” I pulled her face down, letting her lips almost touch mine. “Wrap those beautiful red lips around my dick and make me come, baby.”

Her warm breath skidded across my skin. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than lick—” she stuck her tongue out and ran it over my top lip “—your cock.”

My eyes rolled back slightly before I recovered. Just as I was about to push her down my body like she had me, she scooted down the bed and started to undo my jeans. Sweet Jesus, I needed this. I feared I wouldn’t even be able to walk out of her place if I didn’t find relief and fast.

I put my hands behind my back, watching her as she worked the zipper and opened my jeans. Instantly, my dick sprang out and searched for her mouth. She smiled and her eyes followed its movement until it stopped.

“Don’t watch,” she whispered and wrapped her hand around the shaft. “Close your eyes, lie back, and enjoy.”

I wanted to argue because watching was half the fun. Seeing a woman with her lips wrapped around my dick, taking all I had to offer, was one of the sexiest things ever. Right now, the way I needed to come, wasn’t a time to argue.

Without protesting, I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. Her hands, piled on top of each other, moved up and down my shaft. Hitting my piercing along the way, which caused me to twitch before groaning.

“Babe.” My voice held both a warning and a plea as I looked down my body.

“I didn’t tell you how to finger me, don’t tell me how to suck your dick.”

“I haven’t felt your mouth on me yet.”

“Keep it up and you won’t,” she shot back and stilled her hand.

“Fuck, I’m dying here,” I whined and closed my eyes.

Her hands moved again, stroking my length, squeezing the tip and striking the sensitive spot underneath. I moaned and waited for the moment. The very second when her mouth would—

Damn.

The feel of her warm, soft lips clamped around me felt like heaven. She worked my dick with her hands and mouth, trying to take my entire length to the back of her throat. Her hands twisted to the right with each upstroke and to the left with the down, over and over again.

My body tightened.

It was too soon.

I didn’t want to come.

I could feel it.

I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

Her tongue swirled around the tip and massaged the very spot, the one that would send me over the edge faster than anything. My breathing faltered and my muscles began to spasm. This was it. I couldn’t stop it.

Being with Georgia had brought me here. Ready to come too soon and overly excited it happened. The orgasm ripped through my system. Every muscle in my body twitched as I rode the wave. It crashed over me, pulling me under while she sucked my cock like a greedy lover.

The only thing that told me I was still alive was my heart pounding inside my chest. I could hear it. It thumped erratically, slamming against my insides as I gasped for air.

Her lips moved slowly up, firmly wrapped around my cock, sliding off my tip and taking everything I had with her.

I opened my eyes and watched her swallow it down without a sound. The smile on her face, the satisfaction it gave her, warmed my insides.

“I’m sorry,” I said, wishing I’d been able to hold out longer.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, part of her tit hanging out of her dress. “For what?”

I pushed myself up and rested on my elbow. “For coming so soon.”

Her head tipped back and she laughed. “Oh, Frisco,” she said, stretching out next to me and placing her hand on my chest. “It’s flattering.”

My chest tightened at her words. “It is?”

“I know this is all new to you.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Blow jobs aren’t new to me, G.”

She slapped my chest and giggled. “I mean messing around without fucking, asshole.”

“Ahhh.” I laughed. “I just want you to know I’m not always like this.” Honestly, what the fuck was I saying? I sounded like a total tool.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“Come here.” I pulled her on top of me, and she settled against my half-hardened cock. Bad idea on my part, but I never claimed to think clearly when it came to Georgia.

“Oh.” Her eyes dipped down to where our bodies connected and she blushed. “We can’t.”

“I know. I just wanted to kiss you,” I lied. Really, I wanted to fuck her brains out, but I wouldn’t do it. Not without her permission and earning it as she had said earlier.

Wait.

Hold up.

I stared up at her, into her dark, warm eyes and really looked at her. Even though her age was something I didn’t think I could get past, the woman straddling me with a pink postorgasm sheen on her face wasn’t a girl. Georgia was a woman and one that I didn’t want to think about being with anyone else but me.

My stomach knotted, feeling the same way it had the last time I’d been punched in the gut. The thought of Georgia having sex with anyone else pissed me off. But she wasn’t mine. I didn’t have any right to feel jealousy or anger, but I did.

“That was amazing,” I told her before pulling her face to mine and kissing her gently.

“Yeah,” she said and pushed herself off my body before settling at my side. “I can’t sit like that. You’re too tempting, Frisco.”

“I wouldn’t make you do something you didn’t want, babe.”

“I know,” she whispered and rested her head on my chest. “I’m more worried that I’ll do something before I’m ready. It’s not you that’ll make me do it when it happens.” She pushed her cheek against my pec, burrowing deeper into my side. “I know that we’re not a couple, but I don’t want to fool around with anyone else.”

The knots evaporated and I felt like a weight had been lifted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else either,” I admitted before closing my eyes.

My mind started to wander as we lay there together—her with her dress all cockeyed and me with my dick still hanging out of my pants.

“Frisco,” she whispered and slid her hand underneath my shirt.

I opened my eyes, peering down at her. “Yeah?”

Her forehead crinkled, and the worry of what she was about to ask was written all over her face. “Do you like me?”

“Of course I do.”

“You made it seem like you didn’t.”

“I’m just an asshole sometimes, babe.”

Her hand stilled against my stomach, splaying out against my skin. “I’ll agree with that. But do you like me, or did you only want to fuck me?” She looked across the room, breaking eye contact.

I pulled myself up, taking her with me. I adjusted myself so that I could see her face and pushed my cock back inside my jeans. “Georgia, look at me.”

It took her a moment before she dragged her eyes to mine. She gnawed on her lip as she blinked slowly.

I grabbed her hand, gently rubbing the top with my fingers. “I like you. I’ve always liked you.” I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat. I couldn’t believe I was about to admit my feelings for her. “I liked you from the moment I saw you. Fuck, you gave me wood the first time you smiled at me.”

“Then why didn’t you want to see me? You made it quite clear you didn’t want me around.”

“You were too tempting to be around.”

Her head snapped back and she frowned. “What’s that mean?”

“You’re younger than me, and for that simple fact, I told myself you were off-limits.” I winced.

“But it’s just a number.” She blinked rapidly.

“I know. But you deserve more than I can offer.”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

“Yeah.” I laughed, giving her hand a squeeze. “To be honest, I wanted you so badly I made myself crazy. Sunshine and City think we should be together, and they made sure to throw us together as much as possible.”

“I know.” A smile spread across her face. “I told her I thought you were hot.”

I straightened my back, sitting up a little more confidently. “You think I’m hot?”

She waved her hand in between us. “Look at you. You’re sexy as hell. You have this Keanu Reeves thing happening, but when he was sexy, not the Keanu of today. But not the pussy version of him either.” She rambled as her cheeks turned pink.

“Thanks, I think.”

“Keanu never had the muscles like you do, but you know. There’s a look you have that I dig.”

“So you want me for my looks, body, and cock?”

“I would say yes, but it would be a lie.”

I started to laugh. “So you don’t want me?”

“Fuck. Stop. You’re confusing me. I do want you. I think you’re sweet.”

“I’m sweet,” I repeated before blowing out a breath. “I don’t know many people who have said that about me.”

“Suzy does.”

“Suzy likes everyone.”

“Fuck no, she doesn’t.”

“No?”

“She told me to stay away from Bear and Tank, but that you were the one I should set my heart on. She said you were one of the best guys she knows.”

“Really?” My mouth dropped open.

She pulled at her bottom lip with her fingers. “Yeah.”

“But to answer your original question, I like you, Georgia. I like you more than I want to.”

Her eyebrows shot up, almost touching her hairline. “You do?”

“Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart, sexy, have a killer body, amazing tits, an untouched pussy.”

“It’s been touched now.” She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Yes, it has.” I chuckled, bringing her hand to my lips and placing a kiss against her skin. “What man wouldn’t want you?”

“My ex-fiancé, obviously.” She shrugged.

“Oh, please. He’s a bastard. Listen, my fiancée cheated on me too.”

She gasped and her eyes widened. “She did?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and placed our hands between us. “It happens sometimes. We give our heart to someone who isn’t worthy, and they stomp all over it like it’s a piece of trash. We both deserve better.”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Here was my defining moment. Georgia liked me. I couldn’t get enough of her. Could I take the big leap and ask her something I swore I never would? The thought of Georgia being with anyone else made my blood instantly boil. The only way to stop that from happening was to ask her a very important question.

“Georgia,” I whispered, swallowing the dryness that had settled in my mouth before touching her cheek. “Will you be mine?”

Her mouth dropped open before it snapped shut. “Like yours yours?”

“Well, yeah.” I brushed my thumb against her lip.

“Why?”

“That wasn’t the response I thought I’d get,” I mumbled before holding her face in my hands.

She laughed softly and kissed the tip of my thumb that rested near her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“The thought of you being with someone else makes me jealous, Georgia. I love being with you. If I were being totally honest, you make me happy. I want you to be mine and only mine. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

A smile pulled at her lips. “I like that.”

My heart pounded so loudly that I could hear it, and I was sure she did too. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

“Thank Christ,” I muttered and closed my eyes.

“Frisco?”

I peeled open one eye and peeked at her. “Yeah?”

“What’s your last name?”

“Why?” I full-on stared. She’d laugh. I knew she’d laugh.

“Because—” she swallowed, glancing up at the ceiling“I want to change my status on Facebook, and I need to know your name for it.”

“I don’t use Facebook.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Never been my thing.”

“We have to change that.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Fine,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “What’s your last name, though?

“Jones,” I said and held my breath.

My entire life I’d heard bullshit when people heard my name—Frisco Jones. My mom had been, still was to this day, a huge General Hospital freak. When Frisco and Felicia were a couple, she went on and on about them as if they were her friends. Lucky for me, they were the big couple when I was born. My mom couldn’t resist naming me after her favorite soap opera character. The only thing I had going for me was that Georgia was most likely too young to even know who the hell they were. I always went by my middle name, Frank, when I worked. My business cards even said Frank Jones.

I had become good at telling the bullshit story of Frisco being a nickname, which it was, but Frank most certainly wasn’t my legal first name.

“Can I be Felicia?” the smartass asked.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered before I cracked the fuck up. “You’re a ballbuster, G.”

“Your ballbuster.” She winked and kissed the back of my hand.

“Mine.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, sealing the bond.

I didn’t know what made me spill my guts like a pussy.

Georgia had my mind playing tricks on me.

When I feel asleep that night, I had gained a girlfriend and lost my heart.