Sophie Oak - Back in Bliss

“Hey. You’re new.” A dark-haired woman with outrageous curves stared down at him, a sparkle in her green eyes. “Aunt Stella, you didn’t tell me about this one. Do you come with a hot friend? Because that happens a lot around here, I’ve been told.”

“Down, Shannon.” Stella sent the black-haired woman an affectionate stare. “Could you not jump on the man before you take his order?”

She unashamedly shrugged. “He’s hot, Aunt Stella. I swear if you had told me about how hot the guys are out here, I would have come sooner.”

She was gorgeous, but she wasn’t Georgia, and he just couldn’t date anyone yet. Fuck . He might never be able to. He shook his head. “I’m not interested in food. I just came in to talk to Stella about the apartment upstairs.”

Her eyes widened and a grin came over her face. “I’ve got room for you. I’ve been looking for a roomie, if you know what I mean.”

“Go and refill the sugar shakers,” Stella said in a firm voice.

Shannon frowned and winked as she walked off.

“So she’s got the apartment.” Logan groaned a little.

“Yeah. I had to bring Shannon in after that rat-fink bastard Nate stole my last waitress. I offered to trade Shannon for Gemma, but Nate said Shannon would just as likely flirt with his prisoners as keep them in jail. He’s probably right. That girl is on the prowl. Her ex-husband was a low-life bastard who ran off with her best friend when she was…that’s neither here nor there, but the long and short of it is the apartment isn’t available, and before you think you can actually be Shannon’s roommate, let me explain that she’s all bark and no bite. She’s a good girl under all that paint and pain.”

“No. I’m not going to hit on her. I’m a reformed manwhore.” He only wanted one woman, and he couldn’t have her. “So what’s up with this cabin thing?”

“The broker says she wants someone to watch over the place, but that the owner could be there anytime, so you would have to be ready for that. You would have full use of the cabin and all the amenities. It’s apparently fully stocked with food and furniture and anything you could need. The broker goes out and makes sure it’s always ready for the owner. That would be your job, but there’s a household budget and everything.”

“Why did she call you?” Logan asked. His mom had a real estate license. She usually handled all the deals in Bliss.

Stella waved it off. “She really called Sebastian. He’s got all the contacts in the world. He still couldn’t get a name out of her. He wanted to see if that Michael fellow needed a new place. You know, the crazy guy who took up residence in that hunting cabin up on the mountain? I told Sebastian that I wasn’t going to turn over that gorgeous place to a man who has been satisfied living with an outhouse for almost a year. No way. He’s crazy, and he’s got way too many firearms.”

God . Michael McMahon. Logan had been shot by his crazy-ass girlfriend, who had then been killed by Holly, of all people. He was still hanging around? Did anyone ever leave Bliss?

Logan looked at his options. Jamie would take him in, but watching all the happy threesomes out at the Georgia would make him crazy. And there was the fact that he’d just called his friend’s ranch the Georgia. Nope. He was passing. He could head home and get assaulted with everything he’d lost and have his moms all over him twenty-four seven. He loved them and he couldn’t handle it. There was a reason kids moved away. Nell and Henry had a guest room, but that came with tofu and lectures on global warming and shit.

There was the Movie Motel, but he’d almost died there, too.

Damn .

“I’ll take it.”

Stella smiled. “Excellent. I’ll get you the key. I’m really happy you’re back.”

He nodded and hoped this wasn’t the biggest mistake of his life. As Stella went to grab the paperwork, he pulled out his phone. He had to call his moms and let them know where he was.

And then he was going to call Seth and have this shit out. He was going to get a detailed accounting of just what he owed Seth.

And he was going to figure out who had their damn hooks in his Georgia and whether or not Logan needed to kill someone.

The Boeing jet came to a stop on the private airway Seth had commissioned when he’d bought his wretchedly large tract of land in Bliss. He’d had to wait, buying up piece after piece of land as it hit the market.

Georgia came awake, her eyes opening, and she hid a yawn behind her hand. She smiled at him, her lips still a perfect red even after her nap. Fuck, but he wanted to see those lips wrapped around his cock. Six months. Six months with no sex because the minute he’d laid eyes on her he’d known he wouldn’t let another woman touch him. Not for the rest of his life. If she died tomorrow, he would be celibate, a fucking monk worshipping her for the next eighty years or so until he could join her again.

“Hey, we’re here.” He bit back tears. Damn it . This place and this woman brought it out in him. He was a fucking wussy when it came to them.

She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “That was quick. You know I’ve been here once before, but I didn’t see much. Who are we meeting?”

“We’re going to a friend’s anniversary party and meeting a business contact. And just taking a couple of days off. I thought I’d do some fishing.”

John Bishop wasn’t really a business contact. He was Nell’s husband, although she didn’t know his real name. Sometimes Seth wondered if Bishop was Henry’s real name. He’d been a CIA operative and they knew how to bury an identity. So did Seth. When Bishop had fallen in love with Nell, Seth had buried him so far and so deep that no one should have been able to find him.

Except someone had.

Henry was going to kick his ass.

Georgia’s blue eyes flared and that bee-stung mouth of hers lifted into a smile that had his heart flipping. “It’s going to be interesting to see how long you can fish before your cell phone goes off. I have to say, I’m not so interested in fishing, but you know I love a good party. What’s the anniversary they’re celebrating?”

“Twenty-five.” Teeny and Marie were one of his inspirational couples. Never wavering. They had known they would be together when they’d met, and they’d stood the test of time.

“That’s so nice. I don’t know anyone who’s been together for that long.” Georgia sighed and her chest came up as she stretched. “I hope Nat and Chase and Ben stay together for that long.”

He nearly reached up and ran his finger across that cheek of hers. When the time was right, he would just reach out and haul her into his lap and kiss the hell out of her. “I’m sure they will.”

She turned away, looking out the window. “Wow. It’s dark here. And your phone is buzzing. Do you want me to listen in?”

He clicked the button on his phone and answered silently, “no.” Nope. Never. He shook his head as he clicked the voice mail button. “Naw. It’s okay. I can take care of this.”

Normally he wouldn’t care if she listened to his messages, but not this time.

Georgia unbuckled her seat belt. The plane had eight seats, but he’d sat right beside her, giving her no space at all. She brushed against him as she got up. Yep, that had his cock standing up straight as she shuffled past him and those hot breasts of hers brushed against his chest.

God, all he had to do was lean in a couple of inches to get them in his mouth. Sure there would be all that fabric between them, but he could make that disappear. He could just bite down and have her nipples between his teeth.

They would be brown and pink, and her areola would be quarter sized or bigger. God, he fucking loved tits. He could spend an hour at those nipples, licking and sucking and tonguing and making them his. He wanted to rest his head on those breasts. Comfort and warmth were right there. He could rest his cheek against her soft skin and then he would rear up and ram his cock inside. Damn straight.