Forever Too Far (5 page)

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.”

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.

It had been awhile since I’d stepped into my dad’s Beverly Hills home. The last time I’d visited, I

had stayed drunk most of the time and partied with my dad. This would be a very different visit. I

wasn’t that guy anymore. I set Blaire’s suitcase down in the bedroom my dad called mine. It was

where I’d always slept when I came to visit him.

“This is just... wow,” Blaire said walking in behind me. She’d been stopping and taking in the place

since we’d walked in the front door. Luckily, Nan and Kiro hadn’t been here to greet us. I wanted

time to get Blaire settled in. The plane ride had been long and I could see the exhaustion on her face.

“You’ll learn rock legends are a bit on the showy side. They like to flaunt their success with things,” I explained.

“I can see that. They sure have done a good job in flaunting with this place,” she said, walking over to the bed and then realizing it was too high for her. Glancing over her shoulder she frowned at me.

“How the heck am I’m gonna be able to get on this thing?”

I couldn’t keep from laughing. She looked so damn perplexed. “I’ll get you a little stool.”

Blaire grinned and shook her head. “That’s just crazy. So, if I wanted to lay down now... how might I

go about it?”

I walked over to her and put both my hands on her expanding waist then picked her up and put her on

the bed. “That way,” I replied and sat down beside her before throwing a leg over both of hers and

laying her back. “If you didn’t look so tired we’d test this thing out,” I teased.

She covered her mouth as she yawned and gave me a sleepy smile. “I can stay awake,” she assured

me and turned her chest toward mine.

It was tempting but I knew her body needed rest. I pressed a kiss to her nose. “I’m sure you could,

sweet Blaire. But right now all I want to do is massage your feet and calves while you relax and fall

asleep.”

Her eyes got that pleased glow. “Oh, would you? They feel so stiff after the flight.”

“Go lay your head on the pillow and I’ll get rid of these shoes, which by the way, are not exactly

good walking footwear for a pregnant woman. You should have worn tennis shoes, not heels.”

Blaire yawned again and settled back on the pillow with a sigh. “I know. I just didn’t want to arrive

at LAX looking frumpy.”

She could never look frumpy. “That would be impossible.”

She smiled and closed her eyes as I began rubbing her arch. “You just love me.”

“More than life. But that doesn’t make me blind. You’d be hot in a potato sack.”

She didn’t say anything back. Her eyes were closed and her smile still lingered. I put my attention to

massaging her tired feet and then worked my way up her calves. By the time I was finished she was

breathing slowly and evenly. I pulled the blanket over her before leaving to let her rest.

Dean was reclining on the black leather sectional sofa that took up most of the entertainment room. He

had their latest album pumping over the speakers and he was playing Halo on his Xbox with a

cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“While we’re here please don’t smoke around Blaire,” I said as I walked into the room.

Dean glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “I won’t. Don’t want to hurt the kid.”

He pressed pause on his game and threw the remote down on the long sleek red table that sat in front

of the sofa then picked up his glass. I didn’t have to ask to know it was straight up whiskey.

“Our girl taking a nap?” he asked propping his feet back up on the table.

The fact he called Blaire “our girl” rubbed me the wrong way. She wasn’t anyone’s girl but mine.

That was the way my dad talked though. He acted like we were a joint thing. He always had. “My girl

is asleep. She was exhausted,” I replied, taking a seat at the other end of the sectional.”

Dean just laughed and took a drink of his whiskey then took a drag from his cigarette. “You’re a little