Текст книги "Forever too far "

Автор книги: Abbi Glines

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BLAIRE

 

      Rush came walking back into the house with a nervous look in his eyes. He didn’t look my way as he headed through the kitchen. I stopped kneading the dough for the biscuits and wiped my hands on the apron before following him. Something was wrong.

    I hurried down the hallway and then into the foyer. Rush was opening the front door. Was he leaving? No one had knocked.  As the door swung completely open I saw past Rush to see my father standing there with a small suitcase in one hand and a paper bag in the other. He was thinner and he had a beard. The polished looking man that he had been was gone. He looked like a sea captain now. I couldn’t take a deep breath as his eyes met mine over Rush’s shoulder. He was here. My daddy was here.

     Tears filled my eyes and I started walking toward him. We hadn’t spent a holiday together since I was fifteen years old. But this year, he was here.  Rush glanced back at me and I understood the look in his eyes earlier now. He didn’t want to upset me. He had been trying to surprise me but he hadn’t been sure this was the right thing to do.

    All the lies and betrayal no longer seemed important as I stared up at my dad’s face. He’d suffered too. He still was suffering.  Maybe he deserved it. But maybe he had paid his penance. Because right now all I could think about was the man who sang Christmas carols with me as we stuffed the turkey on Thanksgiving, the man who made sure to make a caramel pie because I preferred it over pumpkin pie, the man who spent hours every Thanksgiving weekend covering our house in Christmas lights. I didn’t think about the other. I just remembered all the good.

     “Daddy,” I said with a tear-clogged voice.

     Rush stepped back and allowed him inside. I threw myself in his arms and inhaled the scent that had always reminded me of family, security, and love.

     “Hey, Blaire bear,” he replied. His voice was thick with emotion. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

     “Happy Thanksgiving.” My voice was muffled in his leather jacket. I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.

     “I was worried you wouldn’t have your caramel pie. So when Rush called I figured I better take him up on his offer and make sure my girl got her pie.”

     A choked sob escaped me and I followed it with a laugh. “I haven’t had one of those in a really long time.”

     “Well, we need to fix that now, don’t we?” he said with a pat on my back.

     I nodded and stepped back from his embrace. “Yeah, we do.”

    He held up the bag he was holding. “Brought my ingredients.”

     “Okay.” I reached over and took it from him. “You can go put your suitcase in the yellow room if you want to. I’ll take this to the kitchen.”

     Dad nodded his head and then looked over at Rush. “Thank you,” he said before turning and heading for the stairs.

   I didn’t wait until he was completely out of view before I wrapped my arms around Rush’s waist and kissed his chest. “I love you,” I told him. Because it was more than a thank you. He had done something for me I knew wasn’t easy for him. Rush wasn’t a fan of my dad but he’d put that aside and brought him here.

    “I love you too. More than life,” he replied, holding me against him as he kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad this makes you happy. I wasn’t sure...”

   I tilted my head back so I could see his face. “I’ll never forget this Thanksgiving. What should have been the hardest holiday I ever faced isn’t. You make everything better.”

    Rush flashed me a crooked grin. “Good. I’m trying my hardest to get you so wrapped up in me you never leave.”

    Laughing, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. “Never. I can’t even imagine life without you.”

     “Mmmmm, you keep that up and we’re going back upstairs,” he whispered against my mouth. I leaned back and ran my hands up his chest to gently push him back.

     “Time for that later. I have a meal to prepare and you have football to watch.”

     Rush’s eyebrows shot up. “Sweet Blaire, I’m not one to sit back and enjoy the action. I prefer to experience the action. Watching football does not compete with getting you naked and under me.”

     I felt my cheeks flush as the vivid image of Rush on top of me as he moved inside me flashed in my head. Yes, I liked that too. Very much. Rush chuckled and reached over to cup my face and brush his thumb against my cheek.

     “You look a little turned on now... I can fix that for you. I promise to make it fast so you can get back to cooking.” He’d dropped his voice to a husky whisper.

     My breathing hitched and I managed to shake my head no. I had to go cook. My dad had just arrived and Bethy was very likely driving Dean crazy in the kitchen. “I need to get back in there,” I replied.

    Rush slipped a hand on my waist and tugged me back up against him. His head lowered until his mouth was hovering over my ear. “We can step into that office right there and I’ll slip my hand up this cute little dress you’re wearing and play with your wet pussy until you have to bite my shoulder to keep from crying out. Won’t take long. I don’t want my girl needing me. I want her satisfied.”

    Oh God. I was sure my panties were soaked. It was bad enough that I stayed horny with this pregnancy. Then add Rush and his dirty mouth to it and I was a mess.

     “Five minutes,” he said before taking a nip at my ear.

      I grabbed his arms and held on tight before I melted in a puddle on the floor. “Not now. We can’t now. I have to finish in the kitchen and my dad just got here,” I said breathlessly.

     Rush let out a defeated sigh. “Okay. But damn, I wanted to touch you and feel you come apart on my hand.”

      “Rush. Please,” I said, taking deep calming breaths. “I need some ice water poured down my dress as it is already. Don’t make it worse.”

      With a soft laugh, he dropped his hands from me and stepped back. “Fine. Run from me, sweet Blaire. You have five seconds before I decide I don’t care what you say.”

     Moving my legs was difficult but I managed to turn and flee to the kitchen. Rush’s laughter grew louder and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

RUSH

 

      The turkey had been great and I had to admit I was impressed that Dean could cook like that.  Blaire had seemed genuinely happy as she talked with her dad and mine during dinner. She’d even laughed when Bethy had asked my dad to sign her napkin.

     Dean came and sat down beside me on the sofa and let out a contented sigh. He had enjoyed himself too. This was the first Thanksgiving I’d actually eaten in my house with family and friends. The first time I’d had turkey, pumpkin pie and corn casserole. Normally my Thanksgivings were spent in Vail. I would eat with friends and get drunk in bars. Nothing memorable. Today had been different. It was a taste of my future with Blaire.

     “You got yourself a sweet one,” Dean said.

     “Yeah, I know.”

     “She’s in there washing dishes with her dad. Figured I’d leave them alone. Give them time together. Shit thing he did to her but I’m glad they’re finding a way to make amends. Abe was a good man once. When I’d heard he was back with your momma I wondered what the hell had happened to him.”

      I’d betrayed Blaire too. I’d hurt her. But she’d forgiven me. She seemed to be able to do that. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do the same. “I don’t deserve her. I’m probably the luckiest sonuvabitch on the planet.”

     Dean let out a hard laugh. “Glad she makes you feel that way ‘cause boy, your life hasn’t been an easy one,” he paused then shook his head. “I wish I’d done better by you. Kiro’s girl, Harlow, has been around lately. Part of the problem with Nan is Harlow. She ain’t real happy about Kiro having a daughter he took care of. Kiro might not have been around for Harlow but he made sure she was well taken care of. Her grandmother raised her right. She’s a good girl. It’s hard to believe she’s Kiro’s. Poor girl’s grandmother died a few months ago. She’s not happy living in LA but she’s a little lost right now.”

     I’d only met Kiro’s daughter twice. We were kids and Kiro had brought Harlow home for a visit. I was there too and all I could remember was big innocent eyes and the way she only whispered when she talked.  Then a couple years ago I’d met up with her again while I was visiting Dean. She’d been all grown up but very proper and still very innocent. We had gotten along easily enough that weekend. She stayed at the house most of the time. So had Kiro. It had been the only time I’d ever gone out partying with the band while Kiro had stayed behind. Dean had said he was real protective of Harlow.

     I couldn’t imagine Nan was handling the existence of Harlow well. Just another thing I had to deal with. “As soon as Blaire is ready we’ll leave and I’ll handle Nan. She just needs someone who cares about her to talk to her. She’s hurt and insecure. She has been her entire life.”

     “I have pie and coffee. Anyone want some?” Blaire asked walking into the room wearing her apron again. Seeing the small baby bump outlined behind it made the caveman instinct to carry her off and protect her pound in my veins.

     I stood up and walked over to her. “They can get their own coffee and pie. I want to talk to you about something. You’ve fed and entertained everyone long enough,” I told her, slipping an arm around her waist.

     “Okay, but I don’t mind,” she replied. I knew she didn’t mind. I did. Seeing her all smiling and happy made me want to please her more.

     “Just a few minutes,” I assured her and led her back to the hallway and up the stairs.

    “Rush, what’s wrong?” she asked.

     I kept my hand on the small of her back and walked us back to the office I’d promised to take her in earlier. No one used this room anymore. I was about to put it to use.

      “You were offering dessert in there. I want mine,” I told her, locking the door behind me before backing her against the large leather chair. “Sit down,” I growled and Blaire quickly sank down onto the leather.

      I knelt down in front of her and slipped that short little dress up her thighs like I’d been fantasizing about all day. She willingly opened her legs for me. The pink silk panties she was wearing had a noticeable wet spot on the crotch. I inhaled and breathed her in. She always smelled so good.

      “Rush,” she whispered, leaning back in the chair. “We shouldn’t be gone long. We have company.”

      I wish they’d all fucking leave. “I won’t take long. I promise. I just need to take care of a little matter,” I replied and ran my finger over the wet spot on her panties. “My girl needs some special attention.”

     Blaire whimpered. I loved that sound. I reached up and slid her panties down her legs. When I got to the backless peep toe heels she was wearing I took off each shoe then pulled her panties off completely, dropping them on the floor beside her shoes.

     I could smell her arousal now. I put my hands on each of her knees and pressed them further open so I could look at her pink folds. The little swollen clit was right there, begging me to touch it. I glanced up at Blaire. “Lay back,” I instructed and she did as was told. Her body trembled and I knew she wanted it just as badly as I wanted to give it to her.  “Put that leg up on the arm of the chair and this one of the floor,” I said, watching as she made herself completely spread open for me.

     I positioned myself between her open legs and ran the tip of my nose up the inside of her thigh taking in her scent. Enjoying it and the feel of her leg shaking under my caress. When I got to her needy little spot, I ran my finger over it and she cried out then covered her mouth with her hand to smother the sound.

     “You ready for me to make this all better?” I asked, pressing my thumb against her clit.

    “Oh, God, please, please, Rush, I need you,” she begged, lifting her hips so that she was closer to my face.

     “You smell fucking amazing,” I replied, inhaling deeply.

     “Please,” she cried out desperately.

     I didn’t want my girl to have to beg so hard. I flicked my tongue out and ran it from just outside her pink, puckered, untouched hole to the dripping wet, swollen one so ready for me. I jammed my tongue into her heated entrance several times as she bucked and muffled her sounds with her own hands. Blaire’s taste was unique. It always had been but something was even more desirable about it now that she was pregnant. It was richer and sweeter. I could spend hours tasting her and having her come all over my tongue. It never got old. It was more of an addiction.

     “No dessert tastes this fucking perfect,” I groaned against her clit before I pulled it into my mouth and sucked on it. I flicked the piercing in my tongue over it several times and the quivering and moaning coming from Blaire told me she was close. So very close.  “Shhh, I’m making it feel good. Easy. I’ll lick my girl’s pussy until she can’t stand it anymore. Come in my mouth. I wanna taste it.” I knew talking dirty to her would set her off and it did. Blaire let out a strangled cry and her hips lifted as she jerked against my tongue. That addictive taste I couldn’t get enough of flooded my mouth and I sucked it up, lapping her until she was moving back and making distressed sounds of pleasured pain.

     “Rush no, oh God, no. I can’t,” she moaned, moving away as I continued to hold her still and taste every corner of her before sliding my tongue back into her entrance. “Rush, I’m not going to be able to muffle this. I’m about to scream, I can feel another. Oh... oh... Rush,” she jerked and rocked her hips as I held onto her. Her reaction was making me a little crazy. Knowing she was about to go off again so soon was more exciting than I’d imagined. My cock was already in pain from the swollen, unfulfilled head pressing against the zipper of my jeans. If she went off again I was pretty damn sure I was going to mess up my fucking pants.

     In one move I stood up and jerked my jeans down. Then I grabbed her hips and slammed into her. “Fuck,” I cried out as her tight walls clenched around me. Blaire went off again and this time she wasn’t covering her mouth. She was lost in her bliss. Her head was thrown back and her body was bucking wildly under mine as she said my name over and over.

     The sight of her sent me over the edge. I grabbed the back of the chair as I spilled inside her. Each thick burst of my release caused another strangled cry of pleasure from Blaire. She’d raised her legs up to wrap them around my waist at some point but now that she was sated and spent, she let them fall back down on the chair. A pleased smile was on her lips and her eyes were heavy.

     “Is it bad that I don’t even care if someone heard us? That was too amazing to worry about anything else,” she asked.

    I lowered myself until I could kiss her lips. “They shouldn’t be in my damn house if they don’t want to hear us,” I replied.

    Blaire giggled. “God, Rush. You make me crazy.”

     I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “Good.”

BLAIRE

 

     Saying goodbye to my dad wasn’t as easy as it should be. Having him here helped heal so many hurts. I followed him outside and down the steps. He had his suitcase in his hand and he was headed back to south Florida where he was living on a boat.

     “It’s good to see you happy. It’ll be easier to sleep at night knowing you’re taken care of and well loved. I don’t reckon that boy ever expected to be so wrapped around your little finger but he is and I couldn’t be happier.”

     “You’ll come back for the wedding and after the baby is born? I want you here.”

      Dad nodded. “I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

     I refused to tear up on him. That wasn’t fair. He was already all alone. I didn’t need to let my emotions confuse him. “Be deciding what you’re gonna have him call you. Dean has already said he wants to be Papa Dean. You need to pick a name too.”

      Dad grinned. I liked seeing him truly excited about something. “I’ll think about that and get back to you. Needs to be cooler than Dean’s.”

      I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. “Thank you for coming. I’ve missed you.”

     “I’ve missed you too, Blaire bear, but then that is my fault.  I’m thankful Rush called me.”

     I was too. Rush was at the center of everything good that happened to me. I believed he always would be. Strange considering how it had started out so differently.

    “Have a safe flight and call when you get back to let me know you made it okay.”

    Dad nodded and I stepped back away from him. “I love you,” he said with unshed tears glistening in his weary eyes.

    “I love you too, Daddy.”

    He opened the door to the rental car and I stood there as he drove away. This time I wasn’t heartbroken. I just hoped that he could find happiness again one day. It was time he did.

     The door to the house opened and I turned around to see Rush standing on the front porch looking down at me. I could tell he was worried that I was upset about Dad leaving. I started making my way back to him and he came down the stairs to meet me halfway.

      “You okay?’ he asked the minute he was close enough to touch me.

      “Yes. Thank you again for that. It meant more than you could ever know,” I told him.

      “Whenever you want to see him just tell me. I’ll bring him back again. Just say the word.”

     “I want him here for the wedding and when the baby is born. I want him to get to meet his grandson. He doesn’t have anyone but me left. Our son will be his family too.”

     “Done. I’ll have him a plane ticket purchased and ready for the minute we need it.”

     I just stood there and looked up at Rush. When I’d first laid eyes on him I’d been awed at his beauty. Never had I thought that the moody playboy could have a heart the size of his underneath all that swagger. “What changed you? You’re so completely different than that guy I met back in June,” I said, smiling at his confused face.

     Rush reached out and slipped his hand into my hair and tangled his fingers around the strands. “This sweet, determined, sexy-as-hell blonde walked into my life and gave me a reason to live.”

     My chest got tight and I started to tell him just how much I loved him again when I felt it... the baby.

     I reached out and grabbed Rush’s arm. “Rush. He’s kicking me,” I said in amazement. I’d wondered for weeks now if the little flutter in my stomach was him moving. I’d wanted to believe it was. But now I could actually feel him. There was no doubt.

     Rush moved his hand from my hair to my stomach. He cradled it with both hands staring down with a look of awe. “I can feel him,” Rush said in a soft whisper as if he was afraid the baby would stop moving. Instead, at the sound of his voice the baby kicked again.

     “Talk to him, Rush,” I said, watching the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Rush fell down to his knees so that he was closer to my belly.

     “Hey you,” he said and the baby immediately moved just under Rush’s hand. He jerked his head up and looked at me with an excited grin. “He hears me,” he said with wonder in his voice.

    I nodded. “Yes, he does. Talk to him.”

   “So how is it in there? Is mommy’s tummy as cute on the inside as it is on the outside?”

   I giggled and he kicked.

   “I figured it was. You got lucky. Mommy’s beautiful but you’ll see that soon enough. We’ll be the two luckiest guys on the planet.”

    He moved again, this time with less force.

     “You be good in there. We’re getting things ready for you out here. Enjoy that cozy spot for now.”

     Rush ran his hands over my tummy and then looked up at me. “He’s really in there. He can hear us.”

    I laughed and nodded. “I thought I’d been feeling him for awhile now but nothing like this.”

     “God, Blaire, that is amazing,” Rush said before pressing a kiss to my stomach and standing up.

    “It is, isn’t it?” I replied, still marveling at how this was mine. This man in front of me and the life inside me.

    “Tell me when he does it again. I want to feel,” Rush said, reaching down to take my hand in his.

    We walked back up the stairs together holding hands.