Текст книги "Fallen Too Far"

Автор книги: Abbi Glines

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              I put the Corona to my lips and took a small sip. Mostly for courage. This was not how I expected our next encounter to go. Rush was a puzzle that I might never figure out.

              “I’m hoping you eat Mexican,” he said as he pulled the enchiladas out of the oven. Rush Finlay did not look like someone who belonged in the kitchen cooking.  But dang, if he wasn’t sexy doing it.

              “I love Mexican food,” I assured him. “I will admit I’m really impressed that you can cook it.”

              Rush looked up at me and winked. “I got all kinds of talents that would blow your mind.”

              I had no doubt. I swallowed a larger gulp of the Corona.

              “Easy girl. You gotta eat something too. When I said drink up I didn’t mean for you to gulp it down.”

              I nodded and wiped off the small drop that was clinging to my bottom lip. Rush watched me intently. It made my hand shake a little.

              He turned his eyes away quickly and started taking the quesadillas off the skillet. He put them on a platter full of hard and soft tacos. There were even burritos. He’d made some of everything.

              “Everything else is on the table already. Grab me a Corona out of the fridge and follow me.”

              I quickly did as I was told and hurried after Rush. He didn’t stop in the dining room. Instead, he stepped outside onto the large back porch overlooking the ocean. Two hurricane lamps stood in the middle of the table so that we could have candlelight without it blowing out.

              “Sit. I’ll fix your plate,” he said, motioning for me to take a seat at the first seat we came to. There were only two out here.

              I sat down and Rush began to dish one of everything onto my plate. Then he put the tray of food down and placed the napkin from beside my plate on my lap. His mouth was so close to my ear that his warm breath made me shiver.

              “Can I get you another drink?” he whispered in my ear before standing back up.

              I shook my head. I wouldn’t be able to drink if he was going to do things like that. My heart was racing like crazy already. I couldn’t swallow a thing like this.

              Rush picked up his drink and took the seat across from me. I watched as he fixed his plate then his eyes lifted to mine. “If you hate it, don’t tell me. My ego can’t handle it.”

              I was sure nothing he made would taste bad. I grinned and picked up my fork and knife to cut off a small piece of the enchilada he’d placed on my plate. There was no way I could eat all this but I could taste some of everything.

              The minute it touched my tongue it surprised me. It was as good as any I’d eaten at a Mexican restaurant. Smiling, I looked at him. “It’s delicious and I can’t say I’m surprised.”

              Rush put a forkful in his mouth and smirked. His ego could never be crushed. It might even need to be brought down a few pegs. I started to taste the other things and found myself hungrier than I’d first thought. Everything was so good I didn’t want to waste anything.

              After my fourth taste of everything on the plate, I knew I had to stop. I sipped my Corona and settled back in my seat. Rush was washing down his food as well. Once he finished he set the bottle down and his eyes went serious. Uh-oh. We were about to talk about last night. I had wanted to forget last night. Especially since tonight had been so nice.

              “I’m sorry about how Nan treated you today,” he said with a pained sincere voice.

              “How did you know about that?” I asked suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

              “Woods called me. He was warning me that Nan would be asked to leave the next time she was rude to an employee.

              Woods was a nice guy. He could be a little too much at times but he was a good boss. I nodded.

              “She shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I’ve had a talk with her. She promised me it wouldn’t happen again. But if it does, somewhere else, then please come tell me.”

              This had been an apology meal for his younger sisters bad behavior, not a mending of fences between us. I wasn’t on a romantic date like my imagination had managed to concoct in my head. This was just Rush apologizing for Nan.

              I pushed my chair back and picked up my plate. “Thank you. I appreciate the gesture. It was very nice of you. I assure you that I don’t intend to tattle to Woods if Nan is rude to me in the future. He just happened to witness it first-hand today.” I picked up my drink. “Dinner was lovely. Nice to have after a long day at work. Thank you so much.” I didn’t make eye contact with him. I just wanted to get away from him.

              Hurrying inside, I rinsed off my plate and placed it in the dishwasher before rinsing out my bottle and putting it in the recycle container.

              “Blaire,” Rush said from behind me and his body was suddenly right there caging me in. His hands were on each side of the counter and all I could do was stand there and look down at the sink in front of me. His hard warm body brushed against my back and I bit my tongue to keep from making a whimper. I would not let him see how he affected me.

              “This wasn’t an attempt to apologize for Nan. It was an attempt to apologize for me. I’m sorry about last night. I lay in bed all night wishing you were there with me. Wishing I hadn’t pushed you away. I push people away Blaire. It’s a protective mechanism for me. But I don’t want to push you away.”

              Walking away from him and keeping him at a distance was the smart thing to do. Rush wasn’t and never would be anyone’s Prince Charming. I couldn’t ever let myself think he was the one who would love me and cherish me. He would never be that guy for me. But my heart had grown a little attached to him. It didn’t mean forever but for right now I wanted Rush to be my first. He wouldn’t be my last. He’d just be a stop along the path of life. A stop I might never forget or get over. That was what scared me the most. Not being able to move on.

              He reached up and brushing my hair from the side of my neck and then pressed a kiss to the curve of my shoulder. “Please. Forgive me. One more chance, Blaire. I want this. I want you.”

              Rush would be my first. It just felt right. Inside I knew he was meant to be the guy that taught me about life. Even if he broke my heart eventually. I turned in his arms and slipped my hands around his neck.

              “I’ll forgive you on one condition,” I said, gazing up into his emotion-filled eyes that made me hope for so much more.

              “Okay,” he said cautiously.

              “I want to be with you tonight. No more flirting. No more waiting.”

              The worried expression was instantly gone and replaced with a hungry gleam.

              “Hell, yes,” he growled and pulled me against him.

Chapter Eighteen

              Rush didn’t start off easy. His mouth was forceful and demanding. I was glad. It was romantic. It was real. He was also wearing his tongue barbell. I hadn’t noticed it earlier but I felt it. The flick of his tongue was wicked with that thing involved. I liked tasting something I knew was unattainable.

              Both of his hands cupped my face. His kisses slowed and then he pulled back still holding my face in his hands. “Come with me upstairs. I want to show you my room,” he flashed me a naughty smile, “and my bed.”

              I nodded and Rush dropped his hands from my face. He slipped one of his hands into mine and threaded our fingers then squeezed. Without a word, he led me to the stairs pulling me gently up them in his hurry to get there. Once we got to the second floor, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me fiercely, nipping at my lips and stroking my tongue. He jerked back and took a deep breath. “One more flight of stairs,” he said in a gravelly voice and pulled me toward the door at the end of the hallway. We passed my room and he paused. At first, I thought he might want to go in there instead but he didn’t stop until we reached the narrow door at the end of the hall. I’d wondered if that was the staircase leading to his room. He pulled out a key to unlock it, then opened the door and motioned for me to go ahead of him.

              The stairwell was hardwood like the other set but there were walls on either side as we climbed the steep steps.

              Once I reached the top step, I froze. The view was breathtaking. The moonlight highlighted the ocean giving the room the most fabulous backdrop imaginable.

              “This room is why I had mom buy this house. Even at ten years old I knew this room was special,” Rush whispered from behind me wrapping his arms around my waist.

              “It’s incredible,” I breathed in a hushed voice. I felt as if talking too loud would ruin the moment.

              “I called my dad that day and told him I’d found a house I wanted to live in. He wired my mother the money and she bought it. She loved the location so this is the house we spent our summers in. She has a house of her own in Atlanta but she prefers it here.”

              He was talking about himself. His family. He was trying. My heart melted a little more. I should stop him from edging his way any more into my heart. I didn’t want it to hurt when it was over and he walked away. But I wanted to know more about him.

              “I’d never want to leave,” I replied in all honesty.

              Rush kissed my ear softly. “Ah, but you’ve not seen my cabin in Vale or my flat in Manhattan.”

              No, I hadn’t and I never would. However, I could picture him in those places. I had watched enough television to know what they looked like. This winter I could see him by a roaring fire in an elaborate cabin in the mountains with snow covering the ground outside. Or relaxing in his flat overlooking Manhattan. Maybe from his windows he could see big Christmas tree they always put up every year.

              Rush turned me to the right until I was facing a king size bed. It was solid black. The bed itself and the quilt that covered it. Even the pillows were black. “And that’s my bed,” he said walking me toward it with his hands on my hips. I would not think about all the girls who had been here before me. I would not. I closed my eyes and blocked that thought out completely.

              “Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I’m okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.”

              Another little inch or two wedged into my heart. I turned around and looked at him, “You don’t mean that. I’ve seen you in action Rush Finlay. You don’t bring girls to your room and expect to just talk.” I tried to sound teasing but my voice cracked when I mentioned the other girls.

              Rush frowned, “I don’t bring girls up here at all, Blaire.”

              What? Yes he did.

              “The first night I came here you said your bed was full,” I reminded him.

              He smirked. “Yeah, because I was sleeping in it. I don’t bring girls to my bedroom. I don’t want meaningless sex tainting this space. I love it here.”

              “The next morning a girl was still here. You’d left her in bed and she came looking for you in her undies.”

              Rush slipped a hand underneath my shirt and began rubbing small circles on my back. “The first room to the right was Grant’s room until our parent’s divorced. I use it as my bachelor pad room now. That’s where I take girls. Not here. Never here. You’re my first,” he paused and a grin tugged on his lips, “well, I let Henrietta come up here once a week to clean but I promise there is no hanky-panky going on between us.”

              Did this mean I was different? I wasn’t one of many? God, I hoped so. No… no I didn’t. I had to get a grip. He would be leaving me soon. Our worlds did not converge. They didn’t even come close to each other.

              “Kiss me, please,” I said, standing on my tiptoes and pressing my mouth against his before he could protest or suggest we talk again. I didn’t want to talk. If we talked I’d want more.

              Rush pushed me back onto his bed and covered my body with his while his tongue tangled with mine. His hands ran down the sides of my body until he found my knees. He pulled my legs apart and settled in between the space he’d created.

              I wanted to feel more of him. I grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tugged. He got the hint and broke our kiss long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. This time I had room to explore him. I ran my hands down his arms and the hard bulges of his biceps. I moved my hands to his chest and ran my fingers over his abs sighing in pleasure at the feel of each hard ripple. Sliding my hands up, I ran my thumb over each of his hard pecs and felt his nipples tighten under my touch. Oh my, that was sexy.

              Rush pulled back and started unbuttoning the white shirt on my uniform almost frantically. When he got to the last button he pushed it back and tugged my bra down until both breasts sprang free of the lacy cups covering them.

              He stuck his tongue out and flicked at one of my nipples. He moved to the other one and did the same before he lowered his head and pulled it into his mouth with one hard tug.

              My body bucked against his and the hardness I’d felt brushing against my leg was now firmly wedged between my legs pressing directly on my ache. “AH!” I cried out, rubbing against his hardness and needing to feel more of it.

              Rush let my nipple pop free of his mouth as he kept his eyes on me and lowered his body, leaving me once again without the pressure I needed.  His hands unsnapped my skirt and he began pulling it slowly down along with my panties. He never took his eyes off me.

              I lifted to allow him to pull them down over my hips with ease. Rush sat back on his knees and crooked his finger for me to sit up. I was ready to do whatever he asked. As soon as I was sitting he took my shirt the rest of the way off. Then he had my bra undone and tossed aside.

              “You naked in my bed is even more unbelievably beautiful than I thought it would be… and trust me I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

              He moved back over me hooking his arms under my knees and settling back down between my legs. But he still had his shorts on. I wanted those off… OH!

              Rush moved his hips over my spread open legs and pressed right where I needed him too.

              “Yes! Please!” I scratched at him needing him to come closer.

              Rush lowered his body moving his hands to hold the inside of each of my thighs as he kissed my belly button and then the top of my mound. He needed more hair. I wanted to pull at something.

              His silver eyes lifted and locked with mine as his tongue slipped out and he ran the metal piercing right over my clit. I screamed his name and grabbed handfuls of the sheets too keep myself on the bed. I felt like I could sky rocket out the larger than life windows.

              “God, you’re sweet,” Rush panted as he lowered his head to put his tongue on me again. I’d heard of this. I knew about it but I never imagined it could feel this good.

              “Rush, please,” I whimpered.

              He paused over me. The warmth of his breath bathed the throb he had created. “Please, what, baby. Tell me what it is you want.”

              I shook my head back and forth and squeezed my eyes tightly. I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know how to say it.

              “I wanna hear you say it Blaire,” Rush said in a strangled whisper.

              “Please lick me again,” I choked out.

              “ Damn,” Rush cursed before running his tongue back through my folds. Then he pulled my swollen clit into his mouth and sent me spiraling off into space. The world erupted in color and my breathing stopped while pleasure coursed through me.

              It wasn’t until the descent down from my high that I realized Rush had left me and was now stripped down and lowering himself back over me.

              “Condom is on; I need to be inside,” Rush whispered against my ear as he pulled my legs open with his hands and I felt the tip of his shaft penetrate me.

              “Holyfuck, you’re so wet. It’s gonna be hard not to slip right in. I’m going to try to go slow. I promise.” His voice was strained and the veins in his neck stood out as he pressed further into me. It was stretching me but it felt good. The pain I had expected wasn’t there. I shifted my body opening my legs further and Rush swallowed hard and froze.

              “Don’t move. Please baby, don’t move,” Rush pleaded, holding himself very still. Then he pushed further into my tightness before the pain hit. I tensed and so did Rush. “That’s it. I’m gonna do it fast but then I’ll stop once I’m in and let you get used to me.”

              I nodded and closed my eyes and reached up to grab a hold of his arms. Rush pulled back and then his hips moved forward with one hard thrust. Hot pain sliced through me and I cried out, squeezing his arms tightly and holding on while the wave of pain rocked through my body.

              I could hear Rush’s fast hard breathing as he held himself very still. I didn’t know exactly how this felt for a guy but I could tell it wasn’t easy. Rush was in some sort of pain.

              “Okay. I’m okay,” I whispered as the pain eased.

              Rush opened his eyes and looked down at me. His eyes were smoky. “Are you sure? ‘Cause baby, I want to move so damn bad.”

              I nodded and continued to hold onto his arms in case the pain came back when he moved. Rush’s hips moved back and it felt like he was leaving me then he thrust forward slowly and filled me up again. There was no pain this time. I just felt stretched and full.

              “Does it hurt?” Rush asked as he held himself still once again.

              “No. I like it,” I assured him.

              Rush moved his hips back again and then plunged forward causing me to moan from pleasure. It felt good. More than good.

              “You like that?” Rush asked in amazement.

              “Yes. It feels so good.”

              Rush closed his eyes and threw his head back and let out a groan as he began to move faster. I could feel my body climbing higher again. Was that possible? Could I have another orgasm so soon?

              All I knew was, I wanted more. I lifted my hips to meet his thrust and that seemed to make him frantic.

              “Yeah. God, you’re incredible. So tight. Blaire you’re so fucking tight,” he said through pants as he moved inside me.

              I pulled my knees up so I could wrap my legs around his waist and he began to tremble. “Are you close, baby?” he asked in a strained voice.

              “ I think,” I replied, feeling the building inside of me. I wasn’t there yet though. The pain had slowed down any pleasure in the beginning. Rush slipped his hand down between us until his thumb rubbed against my throb.

              “AH! Yes right there,” I cried out and clung to him as the wave crashed over me. Rush let out a roar and went rigid and very still then he pumped into me one last time.

Chapter Nineteen

              Rush’s heavy breathing in my ear as his body weighed down on mine was wonderful. I wanted to hold him here. Still inside me. Just like this.

              When he moved his arms and lifted himself off me, I tightened my arms around him and he chuckled. “I’ll be back. I need to take care of you first,” he said and then kissed me on the lips before leaving me alone on his bed.

              I watched his naked butt in all its perfection walk across the room and into what appeared to be the bathroom. I heard water running and then he was walking back out completely bare in the front. My eyes immediately went south. I heard Rush chuckle and I closed my eyes embarrassed to be caught looking.

              “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased then reached to reopen my knees. “Open up for me,” he said softly and pulled my knees open. I noticed the washcloth in his hands for the first time.

              “Not too much,” he said, washing between my legs as I watched him in fascination. “Does it hurt?” he asked with concern in his voice as he gently wiped the tender area. I shook my head. Now that we weren’t wild with passion this was embarrassing. But having him clean me up was sweet. Was this what guys did after sex? I’d never seen this in a movie.

              Rush seemed pleased with his clean up job and he threw the used wash cloth in the trash can beside his bed. He crawled back on the bed beside me and pulled me against him.

              “I thought you weren’t a cuddler, Rush,” I said as he ran his nose along my neck and inhaled loudly.

              “I wasn’t. Only with you Blaire. You’re my exception,” he whispered then tucked my head under his chin and pulled the covers up over us. Sleep came fast. I was safe and I was happy.

              Slow kisses being placed on the inside of my calf and along the arch of my foot was the first thing that registered with me. I forced my eyes open. Rush was on his knees at the end of the bed kissing my feet and up the side of my leg with a wicked grin on his face.

              “There’s your eyes. I was beginning to wonder just how much I was going to need to kiss in order to wake you up. Not that I mind kissing higher but that would lead to some more incredible sex and you now only have twenty minutes to get to work.”

              Work. Oh crap. I sat up and Rush put my leg down. “You’ve got time. I’ll go fix you something to eat while you get ready,” he assured me.

              “Thank you, but you don’t have to. I’ll grab something in the staff break room when I get there.”

              I was trying not to let the morning after awkwardness set in. I had had sex with this man. Really good sex or at least I thought it was. Now it was daylight and I was naked in his bed.

              “I want you to eat here. Please.”

              He wanted to me here. My heart thumped harder in my chest. “Okay. I need to go to my room and get a shower.”

              Rush glanced back at his bathroom then at me. “I’m torn, because I want you to shower in there but I don’t think I’ll be able to walk away knowing you’re naked and soapy in my shower. I’ll want to join you.”

              Holding the sheet over my chest, I sat up and smiled up at him. “As appealing as that sounds I’d be late for work.”

              Rush sighed and nodded. “Right. You need to go to your room.”

              I looked around for my clothes but I didn’t see them anywhere.

              “Put this on. Henrietta comes today. I’ll have her wash and press your clothes from last night.” He threw the tee shirt he’d had on last night at me. I caught a whiff of him as it landed on my chest. I was going to have a hard time giving this back. I modestly tried to pull it over me without letting the sheet fall.

              “Now stand up. I want to see you,” he murmured, backing up. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants as he eased off the edge of the bed and waited for me to stand up. I let the sheet fall and I stood up. His shirt hit me just above the knees.

              “Can you call in sick?” he asked as his eyes traveled down my body.

              A warm tingly sensation ran through me. “I’m not sick,” I replied.

              “Are you sure? Because I think I have a fever,” he said stepping around the bed and pulling me up against him. “Last night was amazing,” he said into my hair.

              I hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from him. I’d been worried that he might toss me out this morning. But he wasn’t. He was being sweet. And so incredibly yummy I was tempted to call in sick.

              It was my day on the drink cart and if I didn’t show up then Bethy would have to do the whole course by herself on a Friday. That would be cruel. I couldn’t.

              “I have to work today. They’re expecting me,” I explained.

              He nodded and stepped back, “I know. Run Blaire. Run your cute little ass down stairs and get ready. I can’t promise you I will let you go if you stand here looking like that much longer.”

              Giggling, I ran past him and down the stairs. The amused laughter I left behind was perfect. Rush was perfect.

              The heat was only getting worse. I really wished Darla would let me wear my hair up. I was ready to take a bottle of that ice water and pour it over my head. I’d dry in seconds out here in this heat. Why were men golfing in this weather? Were they crazy?

              Pulling the drink cart to back to the first hole I noticed the dark head of hair that belonged to Woods. Great. Not who I was in the mood for today. Jace was probably wanting to wait on Bethy to make her rounds anyway. I could probably skip them. Woods turned and looked back at me and a smile touched his lips.

              “Back on the cart today. As much as I like having you inside this makes golfing a helluva lot more fun,” Woods said in a teasing tone as I pulled the cart up beside them.

              I wasn’t going to encourage his flirting. But he was my boss so I couldn’t make him mad either.

              “Back off, Woods. That’s a little too close,” Rush’s voice came from behind me and I spun around to see him walking toward us with a pair of dark blue shorts and a white polo shirt. Was he playing golf?

              “So she’s why you suddenly wanted to play with us today?” Woods asked.

              I didn’t look away from Rush as he walked toward me.  He was here for me. At least I was pretty sure he was. He’d asked me where I was working today during breakfast.

              His hand slipped around my waist. He pulled me up against his side and bent his head to whisper in my ear, “Are you sore?”

              He’d been worried about me being sore today and having to work on my feet all day. I’d told him I was fine. I just felt stretched. Apparently he was still concerned.

              “I’m fine,” I replied quietly.

              He pressed a kiss to my ear. “Do you feel stretched? Can you tell I’ve been inside you?”

              I nodded, feeling my knees go a little weak from the tone in his voice.

              “Good. I like knowing you can feel where I’ve been,” he said then pulled away from me and leveled his eyes on Woods.

              “I figured this was gonna happen,” Woods said in an annoyed tone.

              “Nan know it yet?” Jace asked. Blondie hit him in the arm and scowled at him.

              Why did Nan always come up? Would I ever know?

              “This isn’t Nan’s business. Or yours,” Rush replied glaring at Jace.

              “I came here to golf. Let’s not talk about this out here. Blaire, why don’t you get everyone’s drinks and head on to the next hole,” Woods said.

              Rush tensed beside me. Woods was testing us. He wanted to see if I was going to act differently now that Rush was making some claim on me publicly. I was here to work. Just because I had slept with Rush didn’t change my place in the grand scheme of things. I knew that.

              I stepped out of Rush’s arms to open the cooler and started handing out everyone’s choice of drinks. My tips weren’t as high as they used to be with this group. Except, of course, for Woods. I figured that would change today too.

              I could see the hundred dollar bill that Woods put in my hands and I was sure Rush did too. I quickly closed my hand and shoved it into my pocket. I’d deal with him later when Rush wasn’t watching. Rush walked up and stuck his payment in my pocket. He kissed me softly and then winked at me before he walked over to get a golf club from the caddy.

              I didn’t give Woods a reason to correct me. I quickly got back on the cart and headed for the next hole. The phone in my pocket buzzed startling me. Rush had tucked it in my pocket before I left this morning. I was having a hard time remembering I had it.

              I stopped the cart and pulled it out.

              Rush: I’m sorry about Woods.

              Why was he sorry? He had no reason to be sorry.

              Me: I’m fine. Woods is my boss. No big deal.

              I slipped the phone back into my pocket and headed to my next stop.

Chapter Twenty

              A driveway full of cars was not something I expected when I pulled into Rush’s after work. The golf course had gotten so busy that I’d only stopped to give them drinks one more time on the sixteenth hole. He hadn’t texted me again all day. My stomach knotted up nervously. Was this it? Had his brief moment of sweetness after taking my virginity faded away so soon?

              I had to park out on the edge of the road. Closing my truck door, I started the trek to the door.

              “You don’t want to go in there,” Grant’s familiar voice said in the darkness. I looked around and saw a small orange glow fall to the ground then get put out under a boot before Grant stepped out of his hiding spot.

              “Do you come to these parties to hang around outside?” I asked, since this was the second time I’d arrived at a party here to find Grant outside alone.

              “I can’t seem to quit smoking. Rush thinks I’ve stopped. So I hide out here when I need a smoke,” he explained.

              “Smoking will kill you,” I told him, remembering all the smokers that I’d watched slowly dying when I took my mother to chemo treatments.

              “That’s what they tell me,” he replied with a sigh.

              I looked back at the house and heard the music pouring out of it. “I didn’t know there was a party tonight,” I said, hoping the disappointment in my voice didn’t come through.