Page 28 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)

Georgie

Quietly closing the door, I stormed down the hallway and grabbed Dumb & Dumber by the scruff of their necks, shoving them both against the wall.

“Just what in the hell were you two thinking? I said watch the kid, not get him so fucking drunk he’s tasting colors and seeing smells!

Do either of you have any fucking idea what King is going to do to me? ”

“Oh, I know,” Banks piped up, chuckling.

“Not helping, babe,” Laurel smirked as I glared at her husband.

“Bad enough Josie took my balls earlier, ’cause now King is going to shove my dick up my ass when he sees that boy!”

“Aw, Doc.” Gator sighed. “It’s a harmless accident.”

“Yeah.” Romeo nodded. “Could have happened to anyone.”

“But it wasn’t anyone,” I seethed. “It happened to a seven-year-old boy, albeit a major pain in the ass, but more importantly, it happened to King’s son! My prez loves that brat and you got him drunk!”

“Actually, we didn’t. Like we said, we thought he was drinking a Sprite,” Romeo insisted as I growled.

“George,” Josie calmly said, rubbing my back. “I’m sure my cousins meant no harm. They would never intentionally allow a seven-year-old to drink moonshine, even if they were both raised in a barn.”

“That’s right,” Romeo quickly agreed, then scoffed when he realized what Josephine said. “Hey!”

“Listen up, you idiots,” I sneered. “You’ve got about ten minutes to get that one fucking brain cell you share working before King gets here because you two are going to explain how his son got drunk!”

“What did you just say?”

No one moved.

Gulping, I slowly turned to find King, along with the rest of my brothers, their wives and kids, all staring at me. Carefully moving Josie behind me, Romeo and Gator both pushed off the wall and stood in front of us, quickly saying whatever came into their asinine minds.

“Kid just had a little too much fun, King.”

“Yep.” Gator nodded. “He just wet his whistle a bit. Happens to all of us, eventually.”

“ENOUGH!” King roared, ignoring the jabbering morons as he pointed at me. “You. Speak!”

“These idiots let Cameron drink moonshine. He’s sleeping off his stupor in the back room. Frank and Lidi are watching over him.”

Bailey gasped as my brothers all stared wide-eyed at me.

Taking a deep breath, King walked forward, glaring at me.

“Let me get this straight. I entrusted my son to a doctor, who, until five seconds ago, had a superb reputation in this town as a stand-up, level-headed guy. Instead, you allowed the President of the Bourbon Kings and this Casanova playboy over there to watch my son. The one kid in this fucking town that needs supervision more than a super max prison inmate!”

Before I could reply, King hauled off and punched me in the gut.

Doubling over, I grunted, trying to catch my breath.

“Yep. Expected that.”

“And you!” King roared, turning on Romeo. “I’m calling your prez and demanding penance in the ring!”

Romeo paled as King turned to Gator, who stood tall, arms crossed over his chest. “You owe me big time, Gator.”

“Name it and it’s yours,” Gator challenged, standing his ground.

“Where is Cameron?”

Escorting King down the hall, I said nothing as I walked in to find Frank curled up next to the little boy while Lidi monitored the banana bag attached to his arm. The poor kid looked green around the gills as he smiled happily at King. “Yo! Daddy-O! How’s it hangin’?”

Shaking his head, King walked over and sat on the bed next to the boy, running his hands through Cameron’s hair.

“What am I going to do with you, kid?”

“Drop it like it’s hot.” Cameron chuckled as King grinned.

“He’s gonna be fine, King,” Lidi stated. “Frank and I will stay with him until he passes out.”

Nodding, King got up and followed me out of the room.

Sighing, he ran his hands through his own hair. “It’s always something with that kid. It’s never going to end, is it?”

“That boy could be fifty years old, King, and you are still going to worry about him. That’s what makes you a great dad.

I should know. I had one myself for a short time,” I said then added, “I’m really sorry I dropped the ball with Cameron.

It’s all my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have left him with Gator and Romeo. ”

“It’s not their fault. No one can contain Hurricane Cameron. That boy just finds trouble. Nothing you or anyone can do.”

“I know it doesn’t make things better, but tomorrow Cameron is gonna wish he drank that Sprite. Hangovers from moonshine are ten times worse than regular alcohol. That kid is going to regret every life decision when all’s said and done.”

King grinned. “And what better time than to teach him a valuable lesson?”

The hour was late and everyone had long gone home as I used Jack’s office to get some work done.

The only source of light came from the small lamp on Jack’s desk.

As I sat there, engrossed in the patient files, I caught a glimpse of Josephine.

She walked in, her back turned toward me, as her hips swayed and she slipped out of her snug blue jeans.

Her figure was captivating, her movements graceful and alluring. The way she moved was like a dance, each step deliberate yet effortless. I couldn’t help but admire her from afar, mesmerized by her enchanting beauty.

She thought I didn’t notice, but I did.

I noticed everything about her.

Seeing her standing there in her black thong, showing her soft flesh, I bit my tongue as my dick hardened in my pants.

I quietly watched as she stripped out of the white T-shirt then she turned and smiled.

My heart stilled as her eyes sparkled in my direction, and she smiled seductively, enchanting me.

She was playing with fire, and she knew it.

“See something you like, George?” She grinned playfully.

I blinked, my gaze shifting from the file in front of me.

My eyes wandered down to her chest, drawn to the sight of her full breasts.

The tight black lace bra emphasized her hardened nipples, begging for my attention.

Her breasts, a captivating sight, pulled me in.

I licked my lips, mesmerized by her curves as I reluctantly tore my eyes away from my files.

The black lace bra taunted me, urging me to give in to their allure.

“Oh yeah, baby.”

My fingers itched to reach out and touch her creamy, soft skin.

The vixen before me had captured my attention like no other.

I knew as long as I lived, I would never find another that satisfied me like Josephine.

She was it for me.

Forever and always.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as she made her way over to me, taking my glass tumbler and placing it on the small table next to me.

She swung her leg over the side of the leather chair, sitting down on my lap.

Her body pinned me to the cushion as she wiggled her butt enticingly.

Leaning her head down, she captured my lips forcefully as her hands held my head in place.

I moaned as she ground her pelvis against me.

I broke the kiss. “What do you think you’re doing, baby?”

Her soft hazel eyes looked down at me as she laughed. “Just having some fun.”

“Do you need attention, baby?” I asked, sliding my hands up her waist and pulling her closer to me.

Moaning, her head fell back.

“Oh, Josephine, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work, baby.

But in the meantime, I am going to eat you for dessert,” I whispered as my lips trickled gentle nips against her chest and up to her neck.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little tantrum earlier,” I whispered in her ear as she gasped.

“I have your punishment all planned. Naughty girls get punished.”

Before she could utter a word, I picked her up and gently laid her on the desk. My body shook as she stretched out before me, enticing me like no other, and I grinned, seeing her silk panties soaked with her juices.

So responsive, so eager.

“You like the idea of being punished? Don’t you, baby?”

Lost in the beauty that was Josephine, I could do nothing as I watched her hand trail down her body as she began to rub her moist pussy.

“Punish me, George.” Her voice was husky and seductive.

My cock jumped, begging to be freed from its confines. I froze, admiring the siren before me. Her soft, moist lips called to me. Her scent surrounded me, and my mouth watered. I needed her like no other. She was my redeeming quality.

“George?”

Blinking, I smiled down at her as my hand lightly wrapped around her throat. “Don’t you dare come without my permission or I will punish you harder,” I whispered as I ripped her panties from her body. She arched toward me as she creamed more.

Lifting her legs, I placed her feet on the desk. I grinned, sitting back down in the chair. Her inviting pussy sparkled in front of me, and I pounced like a hungry beast, seizing her hips and exploring her wet cunt with my tongue. Her screams were music to my ears as she bucked against my mouth.

Lost in her beauty, I licked, sucked, and ate the pure essence that was my love, taking her into me, as if only her life force could sustain me.

I was ravenous as I plunged my tongue deep into her welcoming, wet channel.

I sucked her tender, swollen clit as her hands threaded through my hair.

Her hands tightened, pulling me closer to her.

I growled as her grip tightened further, eliciting a degree of pain, and I was lost.

The excitement flooded me.

Coming up for air, I grinned. “Want to play rough, baby? I like rough.”

Her head thrashed as she shivered slightly, crying out, “Make me cum, damn it!”

My grip tightened on her hips as I hoisted her legs over my shoulders and devoured her.

Thoroughly enjoying myself, I lapped her pussy.

My tongue plunged deep into her once more, and I hummed as my teeth grazed her clit.

She screamed as the first wave of pleasure overtook her, and my mouth flooded with her juices.

My tongue trailed down her wet pussy toward her tight pink hole.

Tickling her hole, she cried out as my teeth grazed over the forbidden.

She bucked wildly, and I tightened my grip on her as I licked her from asshole to pussy, spreading her juices.

“I’m claiming all of you tonight, Josephine.”

Panting, she cried, lost in her euphoria.

“You are mine, Josephine. Tell me I can have all of you,” I declared as I rubbed more juices around her tight hole.

Her eyes latched onto mine, and for a moment, I saw uncertainty in her eyes.

My arousal was so intense, my heart about burst from my chest. My cock pulsed dangerously against my pants.

I watched as she lay there, panting. The massive orgasm I had just given her gave her luscious body a sensual glow.

Holding my breath, I awaited her decision.

“Will it hurt?” she whispered.

“Only if you want it to,” I said truthfully, reaching for her hand. “Come stand and place your hands on the desk, and do not let go.”

Walking around the desk, I stopped in front of her.

“I found something interesting about this desk.” I cryptically grinned, pushing a button on the side of the desk as two leather straps released from the front.

“What the hell?”

Chuckling, I replied, “Seems your father enjoys his foreplay.”

“Are you saying?”

I nodded lightly, laughing, and I said, “Oh yeah.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

My mind raced with all the possibilities I desired to show her about my life. Securing the straps around her wrists, I looked into her eyes and grinned as she panicked, struggling and pulling against the restraints.

“Trust me, baby,” I soothed as I leaned my head down and kissed her neck.

Walking around the desk, I stood behind her, running my hand up and down her back as my other reached between her legs, rubbing her clit.

Her body relaxed, her breathing returned to normal, and soon, desire replaced the unknown.

Leaning over her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up gently.

“You belong to me, Josephine. You speak only when spoken to, and when you address me, you will call me Sir . You don’t get to say what I will or will not do. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without question. Am I clear, baby?”

She slowly nodded.

Grinning, I nipped her ear and growled, “Punishment time.”

She gasped.