Forever Too Far (6 page)

caveman possessive over her, aren’t you? Didn’t get that from your old man.”

I didn’t get a lot of things from him but I didn’t say that. “I’ll do whatever needs to be done to make

her happy. But I’ll be the one making her happy. Always. Just me.”

Dean let out a low whistle and shook his head as he took the cigarette from his lips and flicked his

ash into an ashtray. “Tall order to fill. Good luck with that. Women can bitch sometimes, just ‘cause

they want to. Ain’t no one can make a woman happy when she’s bitchin’.”

This conversation was pointless. He had never had a Blaire in his life. He had no idea what she was

like. I was here for a reason and I wanted to address the problem and go home. “Where’s Nan?”

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. “Not here right now, thank the fuck. She’s a crazy bitch.”

“Where’s Kiro?” I asked, deciding to ignore his opinion of Nan.

“I’m right fucking here! There’s the man! Look at you all fucking grown up and manly. How’d that

happen in a few damn months?” Kiro’s loud voice was unmistakable.

He walked into the room with some girl who looked about my age draped on his arm. Her cleavage

was about to pop out of the tied up shirt thing that looked like a corset. She winked at me. Her lashes

were obviously fake. No one’s lashes were that damn long.

“Came to deal with Nan,” I replied, looking back at my father who was taking another long drag on

his cigarette as he let his eyes roam over the female Kiro had brought with him. I knew they shared

from time to time. That was not the kind of shit I wanted Blaire to be around.

“Holy fuck, I owe you my left damn nut. She’s driving me up the fucking wall. Please calm her crazy

ass down and help me find a way to talk to her. She always been this insane?”

I knew Nan had her problems but hearing the man who was the main cause of them talk about her like

this pissed me off. I stood up and turned to glare at him. “If she’d had a parent who gave a fucking shit about her maybe she’d have been as normal as Harlow. But she didn’t. You left her alone with my

mom. NO kid should be subjected to that. At least my father came and got me. Spent time with me.

Gave me the feeling of being wanted. You never did that for Nan. She’s fucked up because of you.” I

hadn’t meant to go off on him the minute he walked into his house but he’d opened his stupid mouth

about my sister.

“It’s the boy’s sister, Kiro. Be careful about talking shit,” Dean warned. He had been talking shit

about Nan too but I didn’t blame him for her being the way she was.

The girl pressed herself closer to Kiro. “You said this was gonna be fun. I want some fun, baby. You

got my pussy all wet in the limo. It’s ready to be fucked,” she crooned.

This was also something I didn’t want Blaire to hear and see. They made sex cheap and dirty. I only

wanted Blaire to see it the way it was with the two of us. Not this twisted shit.

“Be a good girl and get naked while I talk to the boy here. Play nice and I might let him kiss that hot

slick pussy too.”

“Ooooh, good. Two instead of one,” she giggled as she pulled the string to her top so that it fell to the floor baring her breasts right there in front of all of us. Again, this was normal behavior when I’d

come to visit my dad but things were different now.

“Day---um, she’s got them big nipples pierced,” my dad said before downing the rest of his whiskey

and standing up.

“I’m going back to my room to check on Blaire. I’ll talk to you when she’s gone,” I said with disgust

before heading to the door.

“What crawled up his ass? He normally loves enjoying the hot pussy we bring back here,” Kiro asked

as I left the room.

I didn’t waste time getting back to Blaire. She was still curled up on the bed. I slipped off my shoes

and went to lie down beside her. Tucking her against me I enjoyed having her close. This was so

much more than anything my dad had ever had in his life. The shallowness of his relationships made

me feel sorry for him. I knew what he was missing out on. Even with all his success in life he had

missed it somehow. So many years lost.

Rush’s mouth trailed kisses down my neck as the shower spray fell from above our heads like it was

raining. I wanted one of these showerheads in our house. Both of Rush’s hands slipped around my

waist and covered my stomach. He had a hard time keeping his hands off my belly since he’d felt the

baby kick. It was as if Rush needed to stake his claim regularly. If he wasn’t so dang cute when it

came to protecting me it would get on my nerves.

Before I could completely enjoy having Rush’s body covering my backside and his hands on me, the

high-pitched angry scream that I knew belonged to Nan stopped both of us. Rush’s body went rigid

behind me.

“Nan?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah. Guess she found out I was here already,” he replied and pressed one more kiss to my neck.

“You finish your shower. I need to go deal with this. She and my father do not get along.”

I nodded and stood under the warm water as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the

large white fluffy towels folded up on a marble pedestal table. I wanted to go with him but he hadn’t

asked. But then he wouldn’t. He was so worried about anyone upsetting me.

A man’s deep voice began yelling in response to Nan’s screams. Who was that? I had only been

around Dean a little but I didn’t think the man had ever gotten emotional about anything enough to

raise his voice. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel then followed Rush into the bedroom.

“Who else is here?” I asked as he jerked on a pair of jeans over his naked ass and reached for a tee

shirt.

“My guess would be Kiro. Apparently they’re having their father-daughter bonding,” he replied in a

frustrated tone.

Kiro. I’d only ever seen pictures of the rock god. But he was here now. In this house...

“Just stay in here. This is why we came. So I could deal with her. She’s raising hell and Kiro can’t

manage her. As soon as I get her calm and under control we can go back to Rosemary.”

I nodded and held the towel tightly around me. Rush started for the door then stopped and turned back

around. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and he sauntered over to me. His hands slipped into my

damp hair and he cupped my face as he gazed down at me. “I just want to stay here with you,” he

whispered before lowering his mouth to mine.

I grabbed both his arms and held on to him as his mouth brushed gently against mine before he took a

small lick at my bottom lip. I opened my mouth so he could taste more when another shrill scream

came from downstairs. Rush pulled back and sighed. “Damn crazy family,” he muttered.

“Go deal with it. I’m okay here.”

A knock at the door surprised me and I pulled the towel tightly against me. Rush stepped in front of

me to block anyone’s view.

“What?” he called out.

I peeked around his back as the door slowly opened. I was mentally preparing myself for Nan to

come barging into the room. Instead, a girl about my age stood at the door. She didn’t look like

anyone I would imagine belonged in this house. Her long brown hair brushed her waist in soft curls

and was parted to the side. She had no bangs. It was all one length. Dark lashes framed her sultry

looking hazel eyes but she wasn’t wearing any makeup. The straight-legged shorts she had on hit just

at her knee and she was wearing a pale pink blouse that buttoned up the front. It was simple and

classy.

“Hello, Harlow,” Rush said, surprising me even further. “I’m on my way down. I hear her.”

One of the girl’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows arched. “I was hoping I could hide up here with you.

You’re really going down there to deal with that?” The southern twang to her voice startled me. Who

was she and why did she have a southern accent? We were in Beverly Hills.

“That’s why I’m here. To help the situation,” Rush replied.

The girl nodded and then her eyes shifted from Rush to focus on me. “You must be Blaire.”

“Yes,” I said, glancing up at Rush.

Rush pulled me closer beside him. “Blaire this is Harlow. She’s Kiro’s other daughter. Harlow, this

is my fiancée, Blaire.”

“I know all about Blaire. Dean has filled me in. Do you mind if I stay up here with you, Blaire? Nan

isn’t a fan of me and I like to stay away from angry people.”

“She needs to get dressed and I’m not sure she—”

“Yes, I’d like that. I’ll just grab something from my suitcase and slip it on. Won’t take but a minute,” I replied, interrupting Rush. I was normally a good judge of character and I liked Harlow. She seemed

almost shy. She was soft spoken and there was no malice in her eyes. She also hadn’t ogled Rush

when she’d looked at him. That was a major plus for me.

“Are you sure? I was going to have you some food brought up and—”

“The food sounds wonderful. Send some up for Harlow too, please,” I said before he could say

anything more.

Harlow’s laugh startled me and I looked over at her. “I’m sorry. It’s just he’s being so not like Rush.

It’s fun to watch him like this.”

Yeah. I liked her. “Let me get dressed and you go deal with Nan before she comes looking for you. I

don’t want to see her just yet.”

That seemed to snap Rush out of his determination to keep me bundled up in bed like an invalid. He

wouldn’t want Nan near me while she was in this mood either. He nodded and headed for the door.

Once he was out the door I motioned for Harlow to come on inside. “I’ll just go put on some clothes.

Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you. I’ve never been in Rush’s room before. I typically stay in my room and read. But when

Dean told me about you I was curious,” she admitted with a shy smile.

“I’m curious about you too. I didn’t know Kiro had another daughter. The one I do know isn’t very

nice. You’re nothing like Nan.”

Harlow looked sad for a moment. “I was raised very differently from Nan. My Grandmama would

have tanned my hide if I’d ever acted the way Nan does. I wasn’t allowed to be demanding or throw

fits growing up. Grandmama made sure I was well behaved. I think that’s why daddy liked to come

get me. I didn’t get in the way when I came here. I sat in my room and read my books mostly. When he

had time for me he’d come get me and we would go to a movie or an amusement park. But other than

that my life was with my Grandmama in South Carolina.”

So that’s why she sounded southern. “I grew up in Alabama. I was wondering about your accent,” I

confessed.

She smiled. “Most people do. No one expects Kiro’s daughter to be a country girl.”

I nodded because she was right. They didn’t. With a name like Harlow and a famous father I would

imagine her to be spoiled and an elitist. She was neither. I pulled out a sundress from my suitcase. I

was wearing dresses more often now since my stomach was too big for my jeans.

“I’ll be right back,” I told her and hurried to the bathroom to get dressed.

Kiro was shirtless and swinging his tattooed arms around with a cigarette between his fingers and a

bottle of rum in his other hand. “What the ever loving fuck is your problem? Hell, you got momma

issues then go bitch at
motherfucking
Georgianna. Why am I the one being dealt this crazy shit?” Kiro was yelling at Nan when I walked into the game room. A pair of black lace panties were on the pool

table but the female I’d left him with a few hours earlier was nowhere to be seen. Small miracles.

“Rush! Do you hear him? He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care that he ignored me most of my

life and do you know he has a daughter? Some uptight bitch that won’t even look at me,” Nan was still

screaming.

I walked over to her and grabbed both her hands. “Take a couple deep breaths, Nan. You gotta calm

down so we can all talk. You yelling isn’t gonna fix shit.”

She glared at me but did as I told her to. I waited until she’d taken two deep breaths before squeezing

her hands. “Good. Now, go sit over there on that sofa and don’t talk. Let me talk. Okay?”

She frowned but nodded her head and walked over to the white leather sectional sofa that outlined

two of the four walls in this room. Once she was she seated I turned back around to look at Kiro. He

was taking another long swig from the rum. The man needed to stop drinking and eat something. You

could see his ribs. His fetish with leather went beyond furniture. He wore it too. The leather pants he

had on were hanging on his tattooed hipbones.

“Can’t believe you got her to shut up for a whole damn minute,” Kiro muttered and put the cigarette

back to his lips.

I looked at Nan and shook my head. They were too much alike. They both liked to have the last word.

“She’s upset. Please just watch your words and try to remember she’s your daughter. The one you

abandoned to live with the worst mother a kid could have. Now,” I glanced over at Nan. “You can’t

hate Harlow because he chose to take care of her. You hated Blaire for the same reasons. She never

did anything to you but you hated her anyway. There are only two people at fault for the way things

ended up. Kiro and Mom. You need to keep your hateful malice geared toward them. Not everyone

around them.”

“She’s made you hate me. You never used to call me hurtful names. I hate her because she took you

from me. I can blame her. She took the only family I had who loved me. All you do now is correct me