Forever Too Far (21 page)

“My greedy little girl,” he murmured pressing kisses near my entrance before sliding his tongue inside

me and rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb. My first orgasm hit me hard and I pulled at his hair,

which made him growl hungrily and continue to lap at me.

“I want more,” he whispered, grinning up at me wickedly. My legs felt like noodles as I let them fall

open. “That’s it. Open up,” he praised me. God, I would do anything this man wanted.

In my pleased, relaxed state his thumb slid inside of me and out. Then he let it run back until he found another hole. One I wasn’t sure I wanted touched.

“Don’t tense up. I won’t hurt you. Just let me make it feel good,” he promised. I relaxed, trusting him

as he slid the tip of his thumb inside me while teasing my clit with his tongue. I caught myself pushing back on his thumb trying to get it deeper and Rush groaned in approval as he kept working his thumb

in and out of my ass while he made love to me with his tongue.

There was a new kind of orgasm building. I didn’t understand it but it was stronger. I wanted it.

“Rush, I need,” I begged, not sure what I needed.

He slipped his thumb back into my wet warmth then slid it backwards again to tuck it into the tight

hole that was driving me crazy. “I know what you need, sweet Blaire and I’m gonna give it to you,”

he said before licking me from my clit back to the small hole he was so intent to play with. His tongue

circled the hole before going back to my clit and pulling it into his mouth while slipping his thumb

inside me.

I shot off. Fireworks exploded inside me and I screamed Rush’s name over and over while my body

spasmed from the pure pleasure coursing through me. I’d never felt anything like it. There were no

words to describe it.

When I finally came back down to earth and managed to open my eyes Rush was crawling back over

my body to lie beside me and pull me against him. “I need to fuck you, Blaire. I need in so damn bad,”

he whispered.

I wanted him inside me. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted him inside me... back there. His thumb was

much smaller than his cock.

“I want in your pussy, baby. Stop worrying over the other. That was just for you. I knew it would feel

good,” he assured me, then covered us both up with the quilt and I quickly fell asleep against his

warm body.

I reached over and turned off the monitor the minute I heard Nate start to stir. Tonight Blaire was

going to get to sleep if I had to stay up all damn night walking the house with the little guy to keep his mind off eating.

I eased out of the bed and slipped on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt and hurried downstairs before

the crying started. Even with the monitor off Blaire would be able to hear him cry. I was hoping I’d

exhausted her to the point that she slept through his noise tonight.

I turned on the crib mobile when I walked into the room and his fussing stopped. He liked hearing me

sing. Blaire said he always stopped sucking when he heard me talk and got real still to listen. I liked

that.

Walking over to the crib his little eyes locked on me and even though he wasn’t exactly smiling yet

you could see it in his eyes when he was excited about something. Normally Blaire’s tits got him

excited but then they got me excited too so I couldn’t blame him for that.

“Hey buddy, when are you going to figure out that when it’s dark out you’re supposed to sleep?” I

asked him, leaning over the crib to pick him up.

He wiggled in my arms and then moved his head so he could see my face. “You’re stuck with me

tonight. Mommy needs sleep even if you don’t. You’re wearing her out.”

I left the mobile lights on and went to sit down with him in the rocker. “We’re gonna look at the

moonlight over the water and rock until you decide it’s time to sleep again.”

Nate laid his head back on my chest when I turned him in my lap and I rocked us. I wondered what his

little mind thought about the view. Did he want to go out there and touch the sand or feel the water? I

couldn’t wait until he could talk to me and tell me what he was thinking.

We rocked for almost an hour and I kept waiting on him to fuss for Blaire but he never did. I looked

down to see his little eyelids closed and his breathing was slow and even. We’d gotten through this

wakeup without mommy. I felt like I’d accomplished something.

I walked softly and slowly over to he crib and laid him back down. When I was sure he was going to

stay asleep I headed back up to bed. Daddy had succeeded.

The next time Nate decided he wanted attention it was after seven in the morning. Blaire sat straight

up in bed when she heard his cries and looked at the clock. “Ohmygod! Is he just now crying?” she

asked, scrambling out of bed naked. I crossed my arms under my head and watched the view as she

ran around the room looking for something to put on. I was really enjoying her new hips. They curved

so damn sexy it was hard to think straight when she walked by me and they swayed.

“Actually no. He and I had bonding time last night. I explained to him you needed some rest and he

was good with it. I think he understood.”

Blaire stopped searching for clothes and looked at me with her mouth hanging open slightly. “You got

up with him and got him back to sleep without me feeding him? He was okay with that?”

I shrugged. “He agreed you were grumpy and needed to sleep some more.”

A small smile tugged on her lips and she put her hands on those hips I was so fond of. “Y’all think

I’m grumpy, huh? Last night I didn’t seem very grumpy, did I? When I had your cock halfway down

my throat?”

Holy hell. “Damn woman. You have to go feed our son. Don’t talk like that. I’m gonna end up losing

my mind before I’m given the green light from that doctor.”

Blaire giggled and bent over to pick up a nightgown she’d been going to wear last night but had never

gotten around to putting on. Her ass stuck up in the air and I had to squeeze myself before I pounced

on her.

The silky material slid down over her body and stopped mid-thigh. She flashed me a knowing smile

and turned to head toward the stairs. “I’ll just take my grumpy self downstairs now,” she replied.

I watched her hips sway and the nightgown clung to them with each step she took. When she had

finally gotten out of eyesight I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. I needed the coldest

motherfucking shower I could stand.

I put Nate down for a nap and decided to take the free time to use the yoga video I’d bought on

iTunes. I needed to tighten some things up on my post-baby body. Bethy had told me to try yoga.

Finding time to do yoga was another thing. The last time Nate took a nap and I’d tried to do yoga Rush

had walked in and we’d ended up naked and on the sofa again. We had become pros at oral sex. Not

that Rush needed to get any better but it was safe to say I had learned to give a killer blowjob.

The doorbell rang before the video started so I pressed pause and went to see who it was. Rush

wasn’t here so it couldn’t be Grant. They were together. Opening the door I thought as my eyes took in

Nan that maybe I should start looking out the peephole first. My heart rate picked up and I cursed

myself because I’d left my phone lying on the floor in the game room. There were no pockets in my

yoga pants.

“Is Rush here?” she snapped. I mentally cringed. He wasn’t here and I wasn’t sure I should let her

inside. But then how could I not let her in? She was Rush’s sister.

“He left with Grant a couple of hours ago. Something to do with Woods.” I was talking too much.

That wasn’t her business.

“Are you gonna let me in? Or should I come back later?” The disgusted tone of her voice at the idea

that I had the power to not let her inside what was now my house was obvious. I didn’t want to let her

in but then Rush would want to see her. He’d just mentioned her a few nights ago. He was wondering

how she was and telling me his mother said she was out of the clinic and doing better.

Going against my better judgment I stepped back to let her inside. “Come on in,” I said, hating the

idea of being alone with her. My gun was in the car although I really didn’t think I’d need that. She

wasn’t that kind of dangerous... I didn’t think.

“So how’s it feel being Mrs. Finlay?” she asked. Her tone indicated that she wasn’t happy about it

and that this was not a friendly question.

“Wonderful. I love your brother,” I replied.

“You can’t lie to me. I’m not fooled by the innocent look. You got knocked up so you could snag him.

He wasn’t gonna ignore his kid. You figured that out and used it. I just hope the kid’s his.” The hate

laced in her words made me wince.

I really wanted to call Rush and get him home. I didn’t want to talk to her. Not if this was going to be a Blaire-bashing conversation.

“I’m sorry you feel that way. When you see Nate you’ll see there is no doubt who he belongs too. He

is Rush’s mini-me,” I was mad at myself for taking her bait and defending myself.

At the mention of Nate I could see Nan wince. She either hated the idea that we had a child or she

hated that it was also my kid and she didn’t want to feel connected to it. I wasn’t sure. “I’m going to

go grab my phone and call Rush to let him know you’re here. Please help yourself to something to

drink or eat if you want it. You know where everything is.”

I started for the stairs.

“Wait. I don’t want to see Grant. Tell him not to bring Grant,” she said in a tight voice.

“Okay. I will,” I replied. I was pretty sure Grant didn’t want to see her either but I wasn’t about to let her know I knew all about that. I wasn’t touching that issue.

I hurried up the steps and went to get my phone. I would call Rush then go check on Nate... maybe I

could kill all the time alone with her up here hiding. Picking up the phone I dialed Rush’s number.

“Hey baby, everything okay?” he asked when he answered.

“Um... depends on what you consider okay,” I said. “Your sister is here.”

“Turn around man. I need to go home now,” Rush said to Grant. “I’m on my way. Is she okay? Is she

being nice? Did you let her in?”

“Yes, not really, and yes,” I replied.

“She’s not being nice. Shit, Blaire. I’m sorry. Why’d you let her in?”

“Well, because Rush, she’s your sister. I wasn’t going to refuse to let your family in your house.”

Rush took a deep breath. I knew what that meant. He was frustrated. “Blaire. If I ever hear you call it

my house again I am going to go apeshit. That is our house. Our fucking house. If you don’t want to let

someone in then don’t. Call me and they can wait on the damn steps until I can get there. I just want

you comfortable in your home.”

“Okay. Well, I let her in because you love her and I love you. How’s that for a reason?”

Rush let out a low chuckle. “Nan is, and will probably forever be, the one person I love who I don’t

expect you to be nice to. She needs to earn that shit. She hasn’t. You blow her off, kick her ass out,

whatever you want to. Don’t you put up with her mouth spewing bullshit.”

I decided I wouldn’t tell him about her accusation that Nate might not be his. He’d lose it. “Just

hurry,” I begged.

“Five minutes away,” he promised.

I hung up and slipped the phone into my sports bra before going to check on Nate. Opening the door, I

peeked in to find him kicking and gurgling at the sea creatures hanging from the mobile. Smiling, I

walked over and his little eyes shifted until they locked on me. He kicked harder at the sight of me

and my heart squeezed.

“That was not a very good nap,” I told him, leaning over to pick him up. “I didn’t even get to do any

yoga and mommy’s bottom needs some yoga.”

His little head tried to burrow in my chest. It wasn’t time for him to eat but when he woke up he

wanted in my shirt. Just like his dad. Grinning I walked him over to the changing table and put a fresh

diaper on him while he fussed. He hated having his diaper changed.

I picked him up and kissed his puckered up lips. The tears stopped and he opened his mouth trying to

get something to eat again. “Not now mister. You just ate an hour ago,” I told him before heading out

the door.

I didn’t want to take him downstairs. I was afraid of what Nan would say about him. I didn’t think I

could deal with it if she was mean to my baby. The front door chimed and I let out a sigh of relief.

Rush was home.

“Daddy’s home,” I whispered.

I carried Nate downstairs and listened for Rush and Nan’s voices. It wasn’t hard. She was already

raising her voice. Rush must have come in correcting her for making me feel uncomfortable. I decided

against taking Nate into the kitchen to hear his dad yelling at Nan. We went out the front door. Nate

loved going outside and watching the waves. The sea breeze would drown out all Nan’s angry words.

We walked under the house and out toward the beach.

“Blaire, could you bring Nate up here?” Rush asked me looking down at me from the porch.

Apparently, he wanted Nate around Nan. I understood him wanting his sister to meet his kid but she

hated the momma so this might not be wise. I paused and looked down at Nate.

The mommy in me wanted to take him and run back upstairs and lock ourselves safely inside his

room. But he was Rush’s child too. I pressed a kiss to his temple. “Daddy’s sister Nan isn’t very

nice. You’re going to have to learn to overlook her,” I whispered in his ear, more for my sake than his