Hope Against Hope: The Hope Brothers Series (14 page)

I had to get a grip on myself or this was all going to be a disaster.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, mesmerized by his eyes, his smell, his overwhelming presence that was so close to me I thought I would faint.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, mm-hmm” I replied.

“You look at little pale,” he said.

“I’m - I’m fine. Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yep,” he said, looking around the house. “Nobody else home?”

“No, and it’s a miracle. Good thing, because I didn’t have to explain why I —,” I stopped myself, as I realized what I was about to say.

“Why what, Georgie?” Beau asked.

“Nothing,” I bit my lip.

“Because you don’t have to explain why you’re going out with me?”

“Umm…” I murmured. “Well, yes, I guess so. I mean, I don’t know
how
to explain it.”

He cocked his head to the side and smiled, holding my gaze with those mesmerizing eyes of his.

“Maybe this will help,” he said, bending down and pressing his warm lips to mine. My breath caught in my chest as I kissed him back. His lips opened mine, and his tongue slid past them as his kiss deepened, our tongues twirling together in an ancient dance that felt so very new. His arms went around me, pulling me close as he kissed me with such passion that I melted under him.

When he pulled away, I whimpered in protest. He kept his arms around me, and I could feel the heat of his body warming mine, his desire growing hard between us and pressing into me.

“Does that help explain anything?” he asked. I smirked at him, and shook my head.

“No, not really,” I replied breathlessly.

“No?” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with mischievousness as he brought his lips to mine again, his kiss hungrier this time, his cock pressing into me purposefully. I moaned against him, and his hands caressed my back as his mouth searched mine.

My mind was clouded with surprise and confusion, but I kissed him back. My purse fell to the floor and I brought my arms up and snaked them around his neck, pulling him closer as we melted into each other.

Something clicked in my universe, some little skip in time, some switch, that I didn’t even know I possessed, flipped - and in that moment I was a changed woman and I knew I would never be the same. This newly formed need to be close to Beau Haggard settled deep into me, winding its way around my heart and digging in until it became a part of my fabric, threaded together with my need to breathe and eat. Nothing was ever the same after that kiss.

He groaned against me, his hardness throbbing between us. Shocks of desperate desire shot through me, and I began kissing him harder, more insistently, and he met my hunger, our bodies drawn in deeper and deeper to the sensations of finally touching each other. I had been thinking of nothing but kissing Beau for days, of doing so much more than kissing and now that he was here, solid, strong, in the very flesh that I wanted to devour completely, I wasn’t about to hold back, even if I could. The feel of his cock between us only served to intensify my hunger for him.

I leaned back, grabbing at the edges of his shirt and pulling it apart, the snaps popping open one by one until the smooth tan skin that I had been fantasizing about came into view. My hands ran over his chest slowly and he groaned aloud, as I looked up at him.

“Georgia,” his voice was low and raspy with desire.

“Beau,” I said, my voice full of a teasing confidence that surprised even me. His kiss had awakened something in me, something that I couldn’t ignore.

I didn’t care that this was our first date. Hell, the date hadn’t even started. I didn’t care that we were in the living room of the house I grew up in. I didn’t care that I had known Beau all my life. Something had changed. Fuck, everything had changed. All I could think about was giving in to these intense desires that were washing over me. I wanted Beau, and I wanted him now.

I smiled at him, and trailed my gaze down his face, to his strong jaw, and then his neck and chest. My hands ran over his washboard abs, my fingers trailing the muscles one by one as I slowly made my way down, fingering the alluring trail of dark hair that led into his jeans, my own little pathway to paradise.

“Stop,” he grabbed both of my hands, and pulled them away just as I was about to reach in.

“Why?” I asked, my moment of enchantment shattered.

“Georgia,” he growled, pushing my hands down and cupping them over his incredibly hard cock, “you feel that?”

“Yes, I —,”

“— exactly. Now, listen, I came here to take you out on a proper date. To treat you like a lady,” he paused, his eyes trailing over my body, which was panting with unquenched desire, my breasts heaving between us, and he shook his head slightly, “the lady you are, and what a lady that is. Damn, baby. But I don’t want you to think I’m just some cowboy that wants in your pants.”

“Don’t you?” I asked, my hand still gripping his cock. I squeezed slightly and he groaned.

“Of course I do,” he said, leaning down quickly and brushing my lips with his. “But I care about you Georgia.”

“Of course you do, you’ve known me forever,” I replied, his cock throbbing in my hand. I could have pulled away, maybe I should have, but the throbbing and twitching kept me glued to it, until he reached down and pulled it away, taking two steps away from me, until he was so far away he was out of reach.

“That’s not what I mean, Georgie,” he said, his eyes softening.

“Why should we go out and waste time and money going on a date when we both know where we’re going to end up?” I asked brazenly. I wanted him now and the thought of waiting hours while we sat through a fancy dinner was excruciating.

He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes.

“First of all, you don’t know where we’ll end up, or where the night will lead us. Second, because I want to, and third and most importantly, darlin’, simply because you deserve it.”

“Oh,” a slow smile spread across my face, and I nodded. If Beau got any sweeter, I’d have a mouth full of cavities. I’d forgotten what kind of man he was. I was a little embarrassed that I had acted like a wanton hussy, but I pushed it away as best I could.

“So,” he said, buttoning up his shirt to my dismay, “let’s go on that date?”

“Okay,” I replied, wistfully watching as his sculpted body disappeared behind his shirt. “but we can do something a little more casual?”

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“How was your date with Georgia, darlin’?” my mother asked over breakfast the next day.

“How did you know I had a date with Georgia?” I asked. I hadn’t told anyone I had asked her out.

“Because you put on your best shirt, you shaved and I saw you drive down the Hope’s driveway after you left your place last night at exactly seven o’clock. Unless it was another one of the Hope’s you were going out with?” she asked teasingly.

“You should have been a private investigator, Ma. I think you missed your calling,” I said, kissing her on the cheek and standing up to put my dishes away.

“I think you might be right, son,” she replied, laughing to herself. “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

“You too, Ma,” I said, walking out of the kitchen and out onto the deck. I stole a quick look over at the Hope’s, and my stomach flipped. The time I spent with Georgia last night had only made my hunger for her worse.

Instead of the fancy restaurant I was going to take her to, Georgia insisted we go somewhere more casual. So instead, we went and found some comfort food at Norma’s diner in town. Afterwards, we walked around downtown Sugar Hill, window shopping and reminiscing about our parallel lives until it was pitch black out and the stars sparkled overhead, as we strode hand in hand down the street.

When I got her home, we sat in my truck for a while, still talking and laughing together, both of us reluctant to say goodbye. All the awkwardness from before had disappeared, leaving us comfortable and easy with each other.

I had walked her to her door and kissed her gently, which went against every urge I had to pick her up, take her to her bed, and make love to her until the rooster’s crowed. If it had been anyone else but Georgia, I would have done just that.

But I had great respect for Georgia, and despite the Herculean effort that it took to pull away when she had practically ripped my shirt off earlier in the evening, I wanted to go slow with her.

It went against every instinct in my body, but I was trying desperately to listen to my brain and not my cock that had been hard every second it was near her.

I made myself say goodbye after a quick kiss, leaving her alone on her doorstep, like a true gentleman.

Like a gentleman with the hardest cock in town.

I reached down and adjusted my constantly raging distraction, just as my father walked out onto the deck.

“Hey, son,” he said, tipping his straw hat.

“Howdy, Pa, how’s it going today?” I asked.

“Alright, I guess. Better than the Baker’s that is.” The Baker’s owned two bars in town. One of them being Lee’s favorite hangout across town, where I had last seen him.

“What happened to the Bakers?”

“They had a fire this morning. I just got off the phone with Sheriff Montgomery. He called looking for Lee,” he said, shaking his head. “I told him I didn’t think Lee had anything to do with it, but he wasn’t so sure. Seems Lee had run up quite a hefty tab in the last few months and Mr. Baker cut him off until he was all paid up. Lee wasn’t too happy about it, as you can imagine.”

“Yeah, I bet he wasn’t. Hell, why’d they let him run a tab anyway?”

“Some people are too nice, Beau. Anyway, I’m sure Lee wouldn’t do that, no matter how mad he was.”

“No, I don’t reckon he would,” I murmured, my eyes drifting over to the Hope’s again, the feel of Georgia’s lips still searing mine.

***

Later that afternoon, I was at the arena practicing, which is where I spent most of my time when I wasn’t working on my folk’s farm. It was a very effective distraction from thinking about Georgia every second. When I was on the back of a bull, I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, except surviving the next few seconds.

It was exhilarating, the feeling of hanging on to the bull and staying on, despite his best efforts to throw me off as fast as possible. When that buzzer sounded eight seconds after that gate opened, it was euphoric. It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced.

I did it over and over, focusing on my grip, focusing on keeping my other arm way up and trying to move with the bull’s movements, all the while trying to anticipate his next move in a split second.

There wasn’t time to think about anything else.

And yet still, every second in between each practice ride, Georgia’s face haunted me, her kiss lingered in my memory, carving itself into every free thought I had.

I had been practicing for hours, and the sun was setting outside the arena, pink and blue swatches of sky streaming across the horizon. Every muscle in my body was aching, and as much as I wanted to ask Dustin if we could stop, I didn’t. If I had any chance of beating Crit, I had to practice as much as I could.

We practiced for another hour, until the sky was black as midnight and sprinkling with stars.

“I think you’re good for the night, Beau,” Dustin said. “You’re doing real good, you might just win.”

“A wise man once told me I should settle for nothing less,” I replied. Dustin was a good man, and he had been my coach for years, constantly imparting his wisdom to me. He had once been a championship rider himself, turning to coaching after almost dying during a rodeo in Louisiana twenty years ago, when a bull decided he wanted to play instead of running back in the pen. He had been trampled and thrown several times before the bull lost interest as he lay bloodied and broken in the dirt.