Page 6 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)

Georgie

Carrying Josie up the stairs of the clubhouse, I ran into King, who stood at the top of the stairs shaking his head.

“Where the hell have you two been? The others got home an hour ago.”

“Had something I had to do first.”

“Is that so?” King questioned, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

“Yeah.” I grinned, then added, “Consider the problem you mentioned earlier fixed.”

Shaking his head, King crossed his arms over his chest. “She know that?”

“She will in the morning.”

“Hedging your bets?”

“And then some.” I chuckled.

King smirked as he stepped to the side to let me pass. “And here I thought you’d be the sane one.”

Carrying Josie further down the hallway, she clung to me tightly, her breath warm against my neck, her weight a welcome burden. The party’s laughter and chatter receded into the background, leaving us in a quiet, almost intimate bubble.

As we continued down the hallway, Josie’s grip on me tightened, as if she were afraid I might disappear.

I couldn’t help but find the situation amusing.

Here I was, a shoulder for Josie to cry on—or, more accurately, a neck for her to breathe warm, boozy breath on.

It was a role I never expected to play, but I couldn’t deny the welcome weight of her dependence.

“My room,” I said, stating the obvious. “You need to sleep this off, Josie.”

Her slurred words and unsteady gaze only confirmed my decision.

But, true to form, Josie had to add a little drama to the situation.

“I’m mad at you,” she declared, as if I hadn’t noticed.

I groaned inwardly, knowing that this could be a long night. “Oh?” I asked, feigning innocence. “And why is that, Josephine?”

I placed her on her feet, facing me, and cupped her face, trying to keep a straight face as she accused me of what I had no clue.

“You know why,” she slurred. “Ares.”

I couldn’t help but smirk.

Leave it to Josie to be jealous of a woman who meant nothing to me.

“Josie, look at me.”

Shaking her head, she grumbled, “I don’t wanna.”

“Please?”

Sighing, she took a deep breath and looked up at me.

“She wasn’t the one I wanted.”

Gazing up at me, she gulped. “She wasn’t?”

Lightly stroking her cheek, I muttered, “No, she wasn’t.”

Her eyes, liquid pools of remorse, searched mine, seeking an answer to a question she was too vulnerable to ask aloud. I brushed away a tear that escaped the corner of her eye, feeling the weight of her sorrow and the fragility of this moment.

“Josie,” I whispered, my voice a gentle caress. “I only wanted you.”

She closed her eyes, her body relaxing slightly as the tension melted away. I could sense the war within her, the struggle between doubt and belief, but her heart wanted to trust, to hold on to this moment of raw truth.

“I don’t believe you,” she murmured, her voice trembling.

I leaned in closer, my forehead resting against hers, sharing the warmth of our breath. “Then let me show you.”

I didn’t wait for a goddamn invitation. My hands were already on her, a desperate hunger pulling her against me.

The scent of her skin, warm and musky, a heady perfume against the sharp tang of the night air, sent a jolt straight to my groin.

I cupped her face, my thumbs tracing the delicate curve of her jaw, and then I was devouring her mouth.

A savage, desperate kiss that stole the air from my lungs and left me breathless.

This wasn’t just a kiss.

It was my claim.

Fuck.

The taste of her—a wild blend of sweet and sharp, a taste that burned and lingered, a taste I’d craved since the first time I ever laid eyes on her—drove me wild.

She tasted better than I imagined. Her lips, unexpectedly soft, parted slightly under mine.

A gasp escaped her, a delicate sound against the storm that raged within me.

Her sweetness was unexpected, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit.

She ignited a deep hunger. I knew this was only the beginning; a prelude to a passion I knew would consume both of us.

It was a goddamn oath whispered on a tongue slick with desire.

Her whimper, a desperate, strangled sound, vibrated against my lips even before my tongue found the sweet surrender of her mouth. A heady mix of innocence and seduction, laced with the hint of desire ignited a primal hunger within me.

My arm, a vise around her waist, crushed the soft curve of her ribs against me.

Fuck. I was claiming what had been mine all this time.

The frantic beating of her heart, a wild drum against my chest, mirrored the savage rhythm pounding in my own.

This wasn’t just possession; this was a brutal, beautiful claiming of something fierce and untamed, something I craved with a ferocity that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.

Her touch sent a jolt through my body, and I responded without hesitation.

I pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

Her legs locked around my waist as I lifted her up, her arms still wrapped tightly around my neck.

I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of mine.

The room around us seemed to fade away. The only reality existing in that moment was the two of us entangled in each other’s embrace.

Then, in a swift motion, I spun us around and pressed her back against the wall.

The sudden movement caused a rush of excitement, a spark of something wild and untamed. Her eyes widened, reflecting the surprise and desire that I felt as well.

We were caught in a passionate dance, moving to a rhythm that only we could hear.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whispered softly, “You’re mine.”

My breath tickled her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

In that moment, I knew that this was just the beginning of something intense and all-consuming.

As our lips met, I felt a surge of desire, and I knew I had to have her.

Pressing her back against the wall, I trailed a path of kisses along her jaw, nipping and sucking gently, savoring the taste of her skin.

Her nails dug into my back, a sharp contrast to the softness of her lips.

I could feel her desperation as she tried to pull my shirt off, her movements frantic and passionate.

I wanted to devour her, to claim every inch of her as my own.

Moving lower, I kissed and nipped at her neck, marking her with my mouth. She responded with equal fervor, her legs tightening around me. I could feel her breath quicken, her heart pounding against my chest. It was as if we had created our own world, where only our desires and passions existed.

The room, the outside world, everything else faded into obscurity. In that moment, suspended in time and consumed by our desire, I knew this was just the beginning. This intense, all-encompassing connection would be unlike anything we had ever experienced before.

I felt a rush of possessiveness as I claimed her mouth with mine, my hands moving to tear at her clothes, needing to feel her skin against mine. I wanted to brand her as mine, to leave my mark on her, and I knew in that moment that I would do anything to keep her.

“I’m fucking claiming you,” I whispered fiercely, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

She responded with a growl, her mouth claiming mine with an urgency that mirrored my own.

Her hands raked at my back and her legs tightened around my waist as if she were trying to pull me into her very soul.

The world ceased to exist as I backed her against the wall, our kisses frantic and hungry.

I wanted to devour her, to taste every inch of her, and I knew without a doubt that I would never let her go.

She matched my passion with her own, her nails digging into my skin, leaving marks I knew would be a badge of honor.

In that moment, I felt a surge of something primal and possessive, and I knew that this was more than just a physical connection—it was a claiming of souls.

As our bodies moved in sync, I felt a rush of power and desire.

I wanted to give in to every impulse, to explore every fantasy, and I knew she would follow me to the ends of the earth.

Our lips met again, and I whispered against them, “Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away.

But if you don’t, we’re in this together until the end. ”

Her response was to pull me closer, her mouth claiming mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

I pressed her against the wall, our kisses frantic and hungry.

Her taste was addictive, and I knew I’d never get enough.

I wanted to brand her as mine, to leave my mark on her body and soul.

With a growl, I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

Her eyes widened as she took in my bare chest, and I saw the desire in her gaze.

It mirrored my own as I reached for the hem of her tank top and ripped it from her body.

Her breasts, full and perfect, were encased in white lace.

I couldn’t resist; I lifted her higher, my mouth finding her nipple through the lace.

She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

I felt her desperation as my hand slid between us, seeking the heat of her core.

She was soaked, and I growled with satisfaction as I tore away the barrier between us.

With a swift motion, I plunged a finger into her, feeling her tightness around me.

Her gasp turned into a moan as I moved my finger, building a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

She was mine, and I intended to claim every part of her.

I wanted her soul, and I knew she wanted mine. Our lips met again, and I whispered against them, “We’re in this together until the end.” And she responded without words, pulling me closer, her mouth claiming mine with a passion that left no room for doubt.