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Besides being physically beautiful, she was brave, so fucking strong, and passionate. The vulnerability she radiated around Trap and me made me so fucking honored that she was comfortable enough to be herself.
And damnit if that vulnerability wasn’t sexy as hell.
I loved control, always had and always would. Which was why I couldn’t breathe when Georgia basically handed it all over to us during our talk at lunch.
She was so damn perfect for us.
The way she and Trap fed off each other, their banter and connection, was exactly what he needed. While she allowed me to take care of her, not putting up a fight when I brought her food or forced her to put on additional layers to combat the brutal West Texas wind.
The last couple weeks had been a roller coaster of emotions between feeling guilty for wanting Georgia and wanting her so badly that I had to hold myself back from moving too fast.
This, what was building between the three of us, had nothing to do with Jessa.
I loved Jessa. But she was gone. Nothing would ever replace or compare to that relationship.
But ever since Georgia stepped out of that trash Blazer, I realized I was ready to move on. To still love Jessa but also ready to make new memories.
Turning back to the gate, I fit the end of the wrench around the bolt and gave it a hard twist, tightening it into the wooden post. My muscles strained, the flannel shirt stretching to its max. With the late-afternoon sun blaring down, sweat beaded along my forehead and slicked my back as I continued to work, doing the chores that we’d continued to put off, too eager to be home. Neither Trap nor I wanted to admit that we were spending less and less time out here on our off-days because we’d rather be hanging out with our sexy neighbor.
Swiping the sweat from my forehead, I glanced around, searching for Georgia.
But she was gone.
My stomach dropped as I did another scan of the pen but again came up empty.
“Georgia?” I called. No reply.
Dropping the wrench into the toolbox, I strode toward the barn, hoping that was where I’d find her. The goats parted, a few tossing me the evil eye when I bumped them to the side in my haste to lay eyes on her and know she was safe.
The ancient wooden door groaned as I yanked it open, the stench of musty hay and dust immediately assaulting me. My slightly panicked gaze leapt around the open space, but she wasn’t there. Heart racing, I moved deeper into the barn to search where we stored the hay when the door groaned behind me.
Without thinking, I grabbed the gun off my hip and whirled around, the move subconscious after my time in the military and as a police officer.
Georgia’s wide green eyes locked on the gun, and she tossed her hands high in the air.
“Don’t shoot,” she said, a tremble in her voice.
Holstering the weapon just as fast as I’d pulled it free, I strode to where she stood frozen in place. My fingers tangled in her hair as I palmed the back of her head, tugging her face against my chest while my other arm banded around her back, sealing her entire body to mine.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I muttered into her hair. Inhaling deep, I forced my panic to fade now that she was in my arms.
I hated this, the lingering trauma of having someone you loved ripped away unexpectedly. It made me crazy, the panic and worry that engulfed me when I couldn’t reach Trap—and now apparently Georgia too.
“You’re the one who drew the gun,” she said with a huff.
“Sorry.” Pulling back, I held her petite face between my hands. “Where were you?”
She hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “I had to pee.”
My brows pulled together. “But we don’t have a bathroom out here.”
“Sure you do. Acres of it.” A tentative smile pulled at her lips. “And a woman is always prepared with tissue in her purse. Bathrooms these days are constantly out of toilet paper.”
Relief swelled, mixed with something I couldn’t identify as I searched her smiling face. Unable to hold myself back, I surged forward, sealing my lips to hers. When she gasped, I took the opportunity, slipping my tongue inside. My hold on her face tightened as I tilted her face to deepen our kiss.
Her chilly hands slipped around my neck, holding me even tighter, officially snapping what little control I had left. My hands fell to her waist and tightened, lifting her slight weight off the dusty floor.
A low, desperate groan vibrated in my chest when her legs wrapped around my waist, positioning her fiery core directly over my cock, straining behind my jeans. Her lips moved against mine, devouring me with the same need and intensity that flooded my veins. The wooden planks rattled beneath our combined weight when I pushed her against the wall, giving me the leverage I needed to move between her legs.
