Page 52 of Where the Blacktop Ends (Whitewood Creek Farm #1)

“What are you doing?” I growl, watching Georgia rummage through her purse. The house is quiet now, everyone gone, and the election excitement has faded into the background.

“My alarm just went off. Birth control,” she adds, pulling out the little packet with a faint sigh.

“Ditch it.”

Her mouth falls open, her eyes widening as she stares at me. “What?”

“Ditch. It. I want babies. With you. Lots of them. I want to fill Whitewood Creek with little ones... You want that too, don’t you?”

She stares at me for a moment, then nods. With a grin, she tosses the birth control back into her purse and spins around. “We’re doing this?”

“We’re doing it.”

Her smile widens, a mirror of my own, as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“So, when are we getting married?” I ask, my voice suddenly serious. “And where?”

She tilts her head, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. “What about Whitewood Creek Farm? In the spring, when everything’s in bloom and the Blue Ridge Mountains are covered in wildflowers?”

“Perfect.” My mind is already racing. “Regan can plan a wedding in under five months. I’m sure your mom will want to help, too.”

She kisses me, her lips soft against mine. “What if we’re pregnant by then?” she asks, her voice laced with both excitement and a touch of uncertainty.

“Then my master plan will have worked,” I joke but I’m deadly serious.

She giggles, shaking her head, “Your plans always work.”

“Just the way I intend...” I kiss the diamond on her ring finger, tenderly. “My wife. My son, my grandson—all of us under one roof, safe in the state I love.” I pull back, my focus sharpening. “Now, I just need to sort out these permits for the Charlotte brewery and get Colt home.”

“When do you find out about his appeal?”

“Should be this week. I’m hoping the election win speeds things up.”

She nods, a flicker of nerves in her eyes. “Can I meet him?”

My heart swells at the thought of this woman, who came into my life so unexpectedly, already loving my family with the same fierce loyalty I do.

“We’ll plan it out tonight. But first, I’ve got other plans.” I throw her over my shoulder, laughing as she squeals, and carry her back to the bedroom.

Hours and multiple orgasms later, we lie in bed, spent, listening to the soft November rain outside while she traces patterns across my abs, her touch gentle in the dark.

“When do we have to move?” she asks softly.

“It won’t be permanent. We’ll get a place in Raleigh where the governor lives, and I’ll travel for work. But we’ll keep our home in Whitewood Creek, too.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “I’ve heard Raleigh’s nice.”

I kiss her forehead. “It won’t be like New York. I won’t be gone all the time. I’ll make sure of it.”

“You’re living your dream. I trust you.” And I believe her but the way she’s biting her lip nervously I can tell something else is on her mind too.

“What are you thinking about, Georgia?”

“Cameron Ranch...”

“What about it?”

“I’m an only child. They’ve always dreamed I’ll take the ranch over some day when they retire.”

“Is that what you want? To manage the ranch in Lonestar Junction?”

She shakes her head, “No. My cousin Wilder is managing things right now along with Ashwood but it’s a lot for him.”

I rub my jawline thoughtfully, already concocting another plan. “Let’s sleep on it. We have a few years. Maybe someone in the family will want to move down to Texas.”

“You think so?” she asks but before I can respond, my phone rings on the bedside table, Cash’s name flashing across the screen.

“What’s up, buddy?”

“Good news,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “That prick mayor miraculously found the paperwork for our permits. Whitewood Creek Brewery & Restaurant – Charlotte is set to open in April.”

I rub my jawline, chuckling as Georgia snuggles closer with a sigh. “How fascinating the timing of it all.”

Cash laughs. “I’m proud of you, big brother. Everything you’ve done, all the sacrifices, it’s paying off. Now are you moving to Raleigh in January so I can finally get out of Dad’s house and move into yours?”

“Not a chance in hell you’re moving into the home I built.”

He laughs harder. “Fair enough. What are you gonna do with the house at Whitewood Creek?”

“I’m leaving it for Max and Liam. Max just got a job an hour away, and it’ll give him a place to live while he gets back on his feet. Plus, he can rebuild his relationship with Liam there. Georgia and I will be back and forth between Raleigh and Whitewood Creek.”

“That’s good. We’ll love having them Max and Liam around again.”

I smile.

“Any update on Colt?” he presses.

“I’m meeting with him tomorrow. Now that I’m governor, the news is swirling around my ’ criminal ’ little brother. I plan to spin that in our favor.”

“Love you, man. If anyone can get him home for the holidays, it’s you.”

We say goodbye, and I roll over to face Georgia, pulling her close.

“You ever think it’s a little crazy?” she asks softly. “We’ve only known each other for a few months, and here we are—engaged, ready for kids, planning a wedding.”

I chuckle, running my fingers through her hair.

“Not even a little bit. You think I’ve ever felt like this way about anyone else?

Georgia, once I hit my forties, I started stop second-guessing myself when I know that I want something.

I’m not worried about how we met or how fast this has moved.

I’ve seen people wait six years to get married only to divorce six months later. ”

She nods, biting her lip, her eyes searching mine.

“Speaking of how we met,” I smirk, “you never told me what you were doing at that singles party at the country club.”

“James was bored and has this thing for older women. He dragged me there because he was on the prowl for a woman.”

“Figures it was James.”

“He’s always been supportive of you, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah...” I brush her off because regardless of the fact he’s been supportive of me, I’m never going to be completely comfortable with them hanging out alone again.

“What about you? You said you weren’t there for the party,” she asks.

“I was there with a client. I’d been trying to get him to sign a contract for weeks, but he kept dodging my calls. Finally, he told me he’d be at the club that night, trying to find a new girlfriend, so if I wanted to catch him, I had to show up.”

“So, you talked to him, then ditched him for the steam room?” she teases.

“Yeah, I used to hit the steam room regularly before Liam came to stay with me. After that stressful conversation with him, I needed to unwind. Didn’t expect to run into a woman there, let alone have her give me a naked lap dance on my cock.”

Her eyes sparkle mischievously. “So, you did slip inside me that night?”

I groan, already hard at the memory, palming myself under the comforter. “You know damn well if I had, you would’ve felt it. There’s no mistaking that.”

She wets her lips, and I watch her tongue glide along her lip line, my body reacting immediately. No matter how many times I’ve had her, it’s never enough. I’d happily spend a lifetime inside her pussy, her warmth wrapping around me.

“You’d been drinking that night, hadn’t you? I could tell,” she says, voice soft but teasing.

I nod, shifting her body to settle between my legs.

“I had been. Honestly, I’m not sure I’d have done what I did if I wasn’t a little out of my head.

I’d always been too careful. Probably should’ve worried more about the headlines —‘Future Governor of North Carolina caught propositioning a woman in a steam room.’ ”

She laughs, arching her hips down, pressing into my growing hardness.

“Alright, give me a lap dance, girl. I don’t think the last one was enough.”

She grins, twisting effortlessly until her ass is in my face, her hips straddling mine as she grinds. The room is bathed in low, flickering light, shadows dancing over every curve of her body. I lay back, arms sprawled at my sides, my eyes locked on her—completely transfixed by her beauty.

Slowly, she moves. Hips rolling, body undulating, rising and falling like a perfect wave.

Every grind, every bounce, is a slow burn of pleasure and agony.

She leans forward, hands gripping my thighs, teasing, taunting—until my fingers find her, sinking into the thick curves in front of me, spreading her ass gently, my control slipping with every slow, deliberate move she makes.

“Gonna play with your ass. You play with your pussy.”

She nods as I dip a finger inside her slit, coating it with her wetness before moving back to her puckered hole, easing it inside.

She grinds down harder, rubbing her clit against my shaft as she rocks against me.

She’s always been in control of me, but right now, she could tell me to do anything, and I’d obey her without question or hesitation.

Her hands trail up to her breasts, squeezing those firm nipples I intend on coming all over again. She rocks back on her heels, lifting her hips slightly before lowering them again, the friction driving both of us wild.

“I want to put my cock in this tight hole,” I groan, one finger pumping deep, the other teasing her slit.

“So do it,” she gasps, her breath ragged, body trembling with anticipation.

“Not tonight. You’re not ready.”

She whimpers as I push in a little more. “All I could think about when I saw you that night in the steam room was dropping to my knees, sucking you off and having you finish all over my chest.”

I groan, gripping her hips tighter. “Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?” she asks, her tone way too innocent. Exactly as she’d appeared that night.

“Because now I need to fuck those perfect tits and cover them with me.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands slide up to press her breasts together as she turns to face me, offering me the perfect view.

I flip her onto her back, planting myself between her legs and move upward until I’m lined up over her chest, the head of my cock grazing her lips before I push in to her mouth then between the soft skin of her full breasts.

The feel of her pressed tight around me sends a shockwave through my body, and soon, I’m thrusting erratically, losing myself in her, unable to hold back.

Her moans fuel me, and it doesn’t take long before I’m spilling across her chest and lips, painting her smile as she licks up every last bit of my seed.

“Now for your pussy, because tonight, I’m getting you pregnant.”