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Making Things Right
Georgina’s heart is shattered. Can this stranger piece it back together?
Georgina threw herself onto the bed in the BnB, sobbing, as all the pain and shock of the afternoon’s events hit her.
Mason had gone. Back to his bride-to-be.
As if he’d ever truly wanted her in the first place. How stupid could she have been? She’d opened herself to him, in every possible way. Their connection had been magnetic, magical, mesmerising. Or so she’d thought. Now she realised she’d just been a good fuck while his fiancee was doing the right thing and saving herself for marriage. Why would he want Georgina when he could have his perfectly pristine bride instead?
“Argh!” She let out a roar as she punched the blankets, as though she could somehow punch Mason in the process.
“Are you okay?”
Georgina twisted around, pushing herself so her back was against the wall.
A concerned frown from a too-pale face peered at her, the young man dressed strangely, a shirt with frills at the wrist and collar, dark trousers, pointed shoes.
“Sorry.” He raised his hands. “I didn’t mean to pry. I see you are not okay. Do you need some company?”
“I… Um… Who are you?”
“Sorry. I’m Jeremy. Just a guest. Passing through. You sound like you oughtn’t be left alone.”
Tears slid down Georgina’s cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands as the sobs wracked her body again. She didn’t know what to do. She’d come to visit Mason, and now he was gone, and she didn’t know anyone else she could reach out to for help.
Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Can I hold you, while you cry? It helps, I’m told. To get all the sadness out, in a safe place.”
Georgina usually hated letting strangers see her cry but something about Jeremy made her feel safe, so she nodded, burying her face in his chest as he slipped his arms around her.
“I thought he was the one.” She tried to explain. “He said he loved me too much. I thought he would leave her…” Tears fell again, and he handed her a handkerchief from a pocket so she could wipe her face. “His family would never approve of me, you know. And she’d be heart broken if she knew.” Georgina couldn’t keep the resentment out of her tone. “Apparently it doesn’t matter if my heart shatters as long as hers stays in one piece.”
Jeremy gave her a gentle squeeze. “He’s not worth it, you know. If he made you feel like this. There’s better men out there. Stronger men. Men who will stand up for themselves and what they truly believe in, and won’t let the whims of others stand in their way.”
She glanced up at him. “Like you?”
“Ha.” He laughed. “I can’t stay. But I can take your mind off your pain for a while, if you’d like me to?” His gaze flicked over her mouth, sending an unexpected rush of warmth spreading through her chest. She nodded.
His kiss was soft, lips barely brushing hers, but it was enough to release a pent up need inside her and she reached for him, pulling him closer, seeking out his tongue with her own. He responded in kind, and soon his hands were roving her body, grasping her butt and breasts as his kisses found her earlobe, her neck, her collarbone.
She leaned back and pulled him over her. She wanted to feel a body on hers, in hers. She wanted to feel that hum of desire, wanted to know she could still ignite someone’s passions, that she hadn’t been used up and spat out like some worthless piece of trash.
She pulled her dress over her head and he grabbed a breast, rolling the nipple between fingers before his lips closed over it, the hot wet of his mouth sending a frission of energy down her spine to pool between her thighs.
She clawed at his shirt, ripping it over his head to press it against her face and inhale the scent of him. His mouth found her other breast and he teased her some more, his fingers slipping over her stomach to brush through the curls below.
She’d never felt such desperate longing. She wanted him to wipe every memory of Mason from her skin, to devour her whole.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Already?”
She ground against his hand as she nodded. “Now. Use your fingers, your cock, everything. Take me. I want you to. I need you to.”
His gaze held hers as he slid his fingers inside, curling them just enough that they stroked her g-spot, somehow knowing exactly where to press and how much pressure to apply to send her hurtling over the edge.
“Oh my god! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
She gripped his shoulders as the orgasm swept through her, hips bucking, legs spread as wide as she could spread them, as though that would help him move deeper.
He removed his fingers and she dropped to the bed, panting. He kissed her stomach, her hips, her mound.
He pressed her clit with his tongue, not flicking, or sucking, or moving in anyway, just holding it there, sending more pleasure spiraling up her spine. She moaned again, her back arching, and he took the invitation, removing his trousers to kneel between her open legs, his cock thick and hard. She grabbed it, stroking it several times before guiding it towards her desperate pussy.
The feel of Jeremy’s length pushing inside made her gasp. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations thrilling her body. His cock stroking her insides as his thumb applied the slightest pressure to her clit sent fireworks bursting out the top of her head, and once again her back arched and her hips bucked as wave after wave washed over her.
“Oh, Georgina!” Jeremy came with a groan, his lips meeting hers as he stopped with one last deep thrust, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they sank back onto the bed.
“Did that help?” he asked.
“That was incredible.”
“I’m glad.”
Outside the sun was lower in the sky. Sunlight filtered through the curtain, a bright ray piercing his chest. Georgina went to touch the spot with her hand, but her fingers passed right through.
“What’s happening?”
Jeremy gave a soft smile. “Like I said, I’m only passing through. I can’t stay. But remember, you are worth more than a man who can’t keep his promises. Don’t settle for that.”
“Georgina?”
Georgina blinked. For a moment she could see Mason through Jeremy’s translucent form, then Jeremy was gone, leaving a frowning Mason standing in the doorway.
“I think I’m going crazy,” he muttered.
“What are you doing here?”
“For a moment, I thought you were with someone.” He rubbed his forehead. “I came to apologise. And to tell you I’ve called it off with Julie.” He held out his hand, palm open to show the exquisite diamond ring he’d given his fiancée. “I’ll sell it, buy you something beautiful. If you’ll have me. If you still want me.”
“You left her? For real? For me?”
Mason nodded. “You know I love you. I always have. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to admit that before. I’m sorry I caved in to everyone else’s expectations.”
Georgina’s mind reeled. Could this be real?
Mason watched her for a moment then took a step back. “Sorry. I’ll go. I don’t deserve you after how I treated you. I hope you find happiness with someone who’ll look after you the way I should have.”
“No wait.” Georgina reached out for him, and then let her hand drop back to her side. “You’re sure? You’re not stringing me along still, just to get a bit more from me?”
He gave a hollow laugh. “I told them all I couldn’t lose you. Julie hates me. My parents have disowned me.” He caught her gaze. “There’s no money anymore, we’ll have to find our own way in the world.”
A smile broke across Georgina’s face, and she crossed the room to fling her arms around him. “You know I never cared about the money. It was just you that I wanted. You, and us, together. That’s all I need.”
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