Page 9 of Wyatt

Due to an accident on the highway, it takes me over three hours to get to Oklahoma City. Between that and the few hours I spent getting ready, picking up a bouquet of flowers, and locating the bar Georgie works at, I refuse to call it The Angry Cock, it’s almost seven o’clock at night.

When I pull up to the small black brick building, my mood immediately sours. The bar looks like the type of place people go to get into a knife fight just for kicks. Parking my car, I grab the flowers and head inside. Hopefully they won’t wilt the moment they hit what I already know is stale air filled with booze and despair.

When I get to the door, the admittedly intimidating looking bouncer asks for my ID and I hand it over. He looks at the flowers and smiles. I get the feeling he means it to be friendly, but it is terrifying. My six five frame is covered in two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle, but one look at this guy’s massive form has me hoping he lets me in without any trouble.

“Don’t get a lot of guys dressed like you here,” he says, handing my ID back to me. “Or ones bringing flowers for that matter. You sure you’re in the right place, kid?”

While I resent the kid remark, I let it slide because once again, the dude is massive and I’m not here to get into a brawl. At least my little honey bee had this giant around to look after her when I couldn’t.

“If there’s a girl named Georgie here, I’m in the right place,” I tell him, making to step inside, but he stops me with an arm blocking the door.

“What do you have going on with Georgie?” He asks, looking downright mean. “You better not be messing with that girl. She’s as sweet as they come.”

I huff a breath, but when his glare doesn’t waver, I hold up my hands. “I’m an old friend come to see her. No messing around,” I promise him. After he stares at me for a full minute, he finally removes his arm and lets me inside, but not before giving me one more warning that he’s got his eye on me.

With a roll of my eyes, I head inside, noting the smell of old tobacco and spilled beer. The bar is one large room with dark red walls. There are black booths and tables all around, and the bar itself is a long line of black wood that runs along one wall. A big florescent sign with a red rooster flickers in the corner, and as I take in the sad state of the rest of the place, guilt and anger punches me in the gut.

My sweet honey bee has been spending the last three months in this dump because I was such an asshole. Brooks would tell me to forgive myself and move forward, but that’s tough when I haven’t gotten a chance to apologize yet and have found out Georgie has been working in this place.

The door to what looks like the kitchen swings open and my honey bee buzzes out, looking as bright and beautiful as ever despite her less than stellar surroundings. Her hair is a little longer and swishes in a high ponytail. She’s wearing a branded t-shirt for the bar that’s tight and clings to her big tits, and her shorts are so short I get a nice view of so much creamy skin.

My cock strains in my pants and it reminds me of what my brothers said earlier. My dick has been angry. It knows where it belongs, nine deep in my girl’s sweet pussy, and even my hand can’t satisfy the pent up desire I have for her.

As she walks across the room, Georgie expertly carries a tray on her shoulder. She stops at a table, dropping off food and drinks, laughing like she’s having a pretty good time. My stomach sinks at the thought that maybe she’s happier here. Maybe she’s better off without me. No, I tell myself. I refuse to believe that. She is the best thing to ever come into my life and I’m not letting her stay gone another minute longer.

With sure feet, I step up to her just as she’s turning away from the table and she smacks into me, just like the night of our first kiss. “Oh,” she says with a giggle, but when she looks up to see that I’m the one she’s run into, her face pales and her eyes go wide. “Wyatt?” She asks, her sweet voice music to ears. I’ve missed the sound of her talking, laughing, singing in the kitchen when she thinks no one is listening. It’s been too long. “How did you…darn it, Scarlett Marie.”

“Hey there, honey bee,” I say to her. Unable to keep my hands off her a moment longer, I wrap my free arm around her and pull her close. “Don’t be angry with my sister. I bullied the information out of her.” That’s a lie. Scarlett has been all in on trying to get Georgie back anyway she can.

She looks surprised for a moment, then narrows her eyes slightly and pushes away from me, looking equal parts sad and pissed off. “What are you doing here? Are you drunk again or something?” She asks, crossing her hands over her chest.

Her words sting, but I deserve them and more. “No, sweetheart. I’m not drunk,” I tell her, rubbing the back of my neck. I want to apologize, but I really don’t want to do it in the middle of a bar while a bunch of strangers stare at us. “Look, do you get a dinner break or anything? I want to talk to you but a little more privacy would be appreciated.”

Georgie looks hesitant, but walks over to the bar and nods at the grizzled looking older man behind it. “Hey, Knuckles,” she says sweetly. Knuckles? What kind of bizzarro world did my little honey bee trip into? “Can I take my ten a little early?”

The man smiles nicely at Georgie and nods. When he turns to me, his expression is decidedly less friendly. “Sure thing, darling. Just make sure you stay nearby in case you need anything,” he tells her, eyeballing me like I’m some kind of thug when he’s the one with a skull and crossbones tattooed on his neck.

“Will do,” she tells him, placing her tray on the bar and leading me over to a two top well within sight of the bartender. I guess this is as much privacy as I’m going to get, but I can work with it.

“What did you want to tell me about?” Georgie asks, her expression blank.

“I, uh,” I stutter out nervously. In my head I imagined a much different scenario with me bursting through the doors to rescue her and bring her back home, but she’s actually holding her own here and it’s throwing me for a loop. Keeping the future I want in mind, I push aside my nerves and start. “First off, these are for you,” I tell her, passing over the bouquet of brightly colored flowers.

Georgie takes them and inhales their fragrance, smiling for a moment before her hazel eyes hit mine. “Thank you,” she says, setting them on the table. “Was there anything else? I have to get back to work.”

I knew this would be tough, but I don’t plan on giving up. Not when she’s the only thing I want. Reaching across the table, I grab onto her hands and hold them in mine, enjoying the warm feel as her tiny hands are swallowed up in my much larger ones. “Yes, there’s more.” After a deep breath, I start to explain everything. “I’m so sorry for what happened on your birthday, Georgie,” I start, but stop when she tries to pull her hands away.

“I already know you didn’t want to kiss me, Wyatt. You don’t need to tell me again.” She continues to struggle against me, and I press on before mister beefy bouncer gets the wrong idea and comes over here to toss me out.

“No, honey bee. That’s not what I’m talking about.” At the endearment, her head whips over to me, her brow furrowed with confusion. She’s stopped struggling, so that’s something and I take advantage of it as quickly as I can. “I meant I’m sorry for what I said after the kiss. I wasn’t drunk that night, Georgie. I was as sober as a nun and wanted to kiss you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.”

She looks skeptical. “Why did you say it then?” It’s a fair question and I don’t ever plan on lying to her again, so I answer her honestly.

“Georgie, you are the most thoughtful, caring, hard-working person I know,” I tell her, watching as her eyes widen in shock. “You’re also the most beautiful and sexy as fuck too. You deserve better than me, and I felt bad for taking what I wanted without giving a thought to what was best for you. What I said was stupid and hurtful, but more than that it was a lie and I promise never to lie to you again, honey bee. Please forgive me and come home.” Since I’m here and this may be my only shot at this, I decide to lay it all out on the line. “I love you, Georgie.”

Georgie’s mouth open and closes like a fish for a few minutes while she processes what I just said. “You love me?” She asks, her voice filled with disbelief, disbelief that I put there when I acted the way I did. “Since when?”

I give her hands a squeeze and smile sadly. “For the last year or so, probably long before that if I’m honest.” Her mouth drops open again and I reach over and shut it for her with a finger under her chin. “You’ve always been the best thing to happen to our family. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure out that you were also the best thing to ever happen to me.”