If he was anything like I remembered, then I’d not know my own name in a few minutes. But I needed to relive the past right now as seven years was too long and his lips on mine burned through to my soul, reminding me I was already his.
I always had been.
Chapter 6
Michael
Georgie was somehow even better. Maybe because I’d waited all this time.
Finally, my cock found the perfect glove that fit and had never wanted to trade for another. She had no idea the power she possessed over me. I hadn’t believed sex could create monogamy in me, not until I'd lived the past few years.
Maybe I was in love already and had been since we met.
The explosion of sheer joy with my Georgie couldn’t be replicated.
I collapsed beside her, but I felt someone shaking me and I opened my eyes and stared into her brown ember hues.
Tension rushed up my spine and adrenaline poured through me with these thoughts. She had zero idea with that pout as she said, “Get dressed.”
I rubbed my eyes and said, “Is it time to get you all proper…” But I looked at her and my stomach twisted. She was Ms. PTA again. I stretched and slumped my shoulders. “Aww, I missed my chance for a second go.”
“Later.” She tossed my jeans at me and said, “You promised Jeremy you’d teach him to catch.”
Right. And I needed to be a stable family man to earn that paycheck I wanted. My agent said stability earned more contract money.
I wiggled into my jeans and stood to finish. She flounced to the door and I called out, “Let me grab my shirt.”
My shirt was halfway across her floral bedroom. Once we married, if she agreed, we’d have to ditch the blue paisley. I’d compromise on most patterns, but not so bright and bold, or lace curtains…simple was always better.
I ran out of the room, down the stairs, and grabbed my sneakers near the door as she headed to the car. As I jumped in to join her, she clicked the unlock button and asked me, “Any chance you could make Pittsburgh your home base?”
“They lowballed their offer,” I answered.
What I'd told her about love was fucking right, though. We needed to keep this stable family and stay good in bed. Love was messy and complicated for her. Monogamy and sex were a start, and she already had that with me. We’d have years to figure out feelings, or she could deny them forever, as long as she stood beside me.
She turned on her car, clicked a button to open her garage, and we peeled out like we were already a family as she asked, “So where’s most likely?”
Hopefully, this meant she was thinking about what I offered as I said, “I told Phil I didn’t care, and he could just tell me the team names once we’ve gone over the numbers and perks with the offers.”
She tapped the steering wheel like she was listening to a song only she could hear. “What kind of numbers are we talking about?”
There was my spreadsheet analyst. I turned to watch her face as I discussed numbers while she drove. “I want 30 million a year with a guarantee of five to ten years, then I retire.”
She sucked in her lip and her face reddened a little. Then she continued to tap the wheel like she was unfazed and said, “So you’re talking 150 million to 300 million?”
Good. She’d understand that kind of money was worth being a little up in the air about a home. This was why I needed to be mobile, and it wasn’t forever. I nodded and said, “If it’s five years, I’d have to negotiate again, possibly, but I’m not going more than ten. I want a ten-year guarantee.”
“It’s double.” She said without even glancing at me.
We pulled up into some line and we started inching forward slower than a snail in a race. But she didn’t turn off the car, which meant she expected to move.
“It means I could retire when Jeremy is sixteen and then stay home with you and fuck you all day, every day until we tire, like that week in the Bahamas.”
Her cheeks blushed prettily, and she glanced at me, then moved the car a little, as she said, “Well, that is a picture that will live in my mind.” We stopped in front of a walkway and she stiffened and said, “But here we need to be good.”
She unlocked her door to get out and said, “That’s my sister with Jeremy.”
“Olivia?”
“That’s her name.”
Jeremy held hands with a smaller, skinnier version of my Georgie. I followed her out of the car as the young woman hugged her sister and said, “Georgiana.”
Georgie stepped back and patted my arm, standing next to me like we were now in some competition together as she said, “Olivia, this is Michael Irons. He’s Jeremy’s father.”
Olivia stilled but then offered her hand to shake and said, “The mystery is finally solved. Nice to meet you.”
I shook it but asked as I glanced at Georgie, “What mystery?”
Olivia said, “We’ve all wondered who in the world my sister had been with and never talked about. We all guessed you were special to her as she never said a word about you, but when she’d gone to college, she'd ranted all about her then-boyfriend, Osmand, who’d broken her heart.”
“Ozzie? I’d forgotten about him entirely. I think he went to law school.”
She didn’t sound torn up, so I let that go. I’d had girlfriends before I’d met Georgie and, honestly, she had a right to move on with her life these seven years, though I was glad she was free now.
Georgie turned white, like she’d faced an execution, as I said, “It’s nice to meet one of Georgie’s five little sisters.”
Her sister placed her hand on her hip and tossed her hair
