Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 27

I woke up the next morning in George's bed and Sam was gone. George was looking through his clothes as he stood in the closet with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Where's Sam?" I asked, rubbing my head a little and stretching. "Ruth came by to pick 'im up last night. Ye both slept well." He said with a slight chuckle and I yawned.

I went to the bathroom and washed, before going to the bag that contained my clothes and put on an outfit. "Y'know, yer really good with kids." He said and I smiled. "I love kids." I said as I adjusted my outfit. He looked at me with a sly smile, before heading towards the kitchen. What was that look about? Why did he just look at me like that?

I began to follow him. "What was that look for?" He laughed softly. "What look?" He knows what look I'm talking about. "Ugh nevermind." He laughed at my frustration and quickly ate some breakfast. "I have to head to the studio." He rushed around as he grabbed what he needed and I watched him as I ate. "Would ye like to come?" I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I know you and the boys are filming, and I don't want to be in it." "Alright then. I'll see you later, love." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me softly before putting on his black fur coat and waving at me before he walked out.

So an update on my job situation. Well, I've worked two jobs since I left the boys a few years ago. But they didn't last. So I was waiting to move and hopefully work somewhere over there instead. So I was free today. I called up Adam and of course, he came over quickly. For a couple of hours, we went shopping and talked about moving and how excited we were.

We got back home around midday, and we entered the house when George came from the kitchen, and he scared me. "George? What are you doing here?" Adam took that as a cue to leave, so he said his goodbyes to us and left. "I left early. It was just so frustrating in there." He looked so angry, and it made me feel angry. And I didn't even know what happened really. "After all these years, I still don't 'ave much input on the album. And Paul is just doing 'is own thing, and expects us to just follow 'im as if we don't have our own opinions." He slammed his hand down onto the kitchen counter.

Since he was so upset, I decided to help him out a little. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I took his shirt off and told him to lay down on his stomach, which he did. I grabbed some massage oils that I had and began to massage his back. "Oh... wow... that feels amazing." He groaned and let out some soft moans as well. "Wow I needed this." He moaned out, and the phone rang. He was about to get up, but I laid him back down and went to answer the phone. "Hello?" I answered, and Paul spoke. "Hey Brielle. Is George there?" I covered the phone and mouthed to George that it was Paul, and George shook his head.

"No. He's not here. Do you want to leave a message or should I tell him you called when I see him?" Paul sighed on the other side of the phone. "Uh... just tell him to ring me back when he can." He hung up and I put the phone back. "What did he want?" George asked and I continued to massage him. "He wanted to talk with you. He said to call him back when you have the chance." He sighed in defeat. "I'll call 'im back later." I continued to massage his back and I tended to the more tense parts in his back.

After the massage, I realized that he had fallen asleep, and seeing him look so relaxed and rested made me smile. I covered him with a blanket and let him rest. The second I left the room, the phone rang again. I answered it. "Hello?" Ringo then answered. "Hey Brielle. Is George home?" I guess they all wanted to talk to him about what happened at the studio. "Yeah but he's not available right now. He's sleeping."

"Alright. Well tell him that I called."

"I will." I hung up and began to fix up the boxes he already started packing and did some cleaning.

After 30 minutes, George woke up and rubbed his eyes as he walked over to me. "Thank you for that massage. I really needed that." He stretched and he smiled. "You are welcome. Ringo called by the way. He also said to call him back." He groaned. "I just want to forget about work and spend time with me favorite girl." He kisses my cheek and headed to the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" He nodded and I grabbed some food from the fridge for him and warmed it up. Once it was done, I turned off the fire when George picked me up and sat me on top of the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing?" I said as I laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He kissed me and my arms found their way around his neck. He placed his hands on my waist as we continued to kiss. "Let's go to the bedroom." I say, but was stopped by George. "Forget the bedroom. Right here. Right now." His words turned me on even more, and He began to attack my neck with kisses and my legs wrapped around his waist. "M-Maybe you should call Paul or Ringo back..." But by the time I got that sentence out, he already had gotten rid of my pants and shirt.

"I'll do it later." I was going to respond, but then he thrusted into me without warning, which made me gasp and moan. He continued to thrust as they also got faster and rougher. He picked me up while holding my legs up, and he continued to thrust as he moved us over to the dining table. He laid me down on it and continued to thrust; his pace never slowing down. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "I-I'm coming!" I said referring to both George and whoever was at the door. "Ugh..." George Let out a loud groan. "I-I love you!" He said, which caught me off guard. His thrusts slowed down a bit, and he looked me in the eyes, and I looked back into his. "I love you too, Geo." He smiled and bit his lip as he thrusted a few times before filling me with his cum.

Whoever at the door was growing impatient and rang the door again. So once we gathered ourselves, we got up and cleaned ourselves up before opening the door, still out of breath. The boys stood at the door, looking at us with smirks on their faces. I invited them in, even though George looked like he didn't want to see them at the moment.

They all made themselves comfortable at the table and I brought the snacks to the table before realizing we had left some "evidence" of our previous activities on the other side of the table. I don't think anyone noticed, so I quickly wiped it and hoped that no one saw. Even though I saw with George in their little makeshift meeting, the only thing repeating in my head was him saying that he loved me. And every time my head played that, my heart fluttered. I was in love with this man.