Forever Too Far (7 page)

and talk down to me. You haven’t even called me since I left the hospital,” she spat and bolted up.

“I’m done trying to make you all love me. I shouldn’t have to try so hard. I hope you’re all happy!”

She ran from the room and her heels clicked down the hall and up the steps. I wasn’t sure if she was

actually leaving or going to throw a fit and see who would follow. I’d followed for too long. I’d

helped make her this way.

“Fuck. I needed you around here all along. You can get rid of her with no problem. Damn, that was

easy,” Kiro said as he sank down onto the sofa and propped his feet up, crossing them at the ankles.

His hand still clutched the rum and his cigarette still hung out of his mouth. “Sit down and tell me

about that girl I ain’t met yet. You sure ran outta here fast when Princess dropped her shirt.”

The woman’s name wasn’t Princess. That was what he called all the women he screwed. He told me

when I was younger that if you called them all the same thing then when you shot your load you

wouldn’t be caught moaning the wrong name. I’d thought he was a genius back then. Maybe he was in

the artist category but with women he was an idiot. It was a miracle he still had a dick. He’d stuck it

in so many places I’d be worried it was gonna fall off.

“Princess had a fine pussy too. Shoulda seen it. All pink and waxed. I think she even oiled that thing

for me.”

“Don’t want to hear about it. Not why I’m here,” I interrupted him before he could go any further.

Kiro laughed and took a pull from his bottle. “She sucked like a damn vacuum too,” he said.

“Daddy, please. I don’t need the mental images that go along with that.” Harlow’s voice had me

snapping my head around to look for Blaire. She was standing beside Harlow with a pale blue and

white striped dress that had long sleeves. The neckline dipped too low, showing off her cleavage that

was only getting better and better with this pregnancy. It also hit several inches above the knee and

she was barefoot.

“Well, I’ll be damned, she’s one more mouth watering morsel. I’d offer you my lap sweetheart, but I

think your man just might castrate me if I got too close.”

“I’d do more than that,” I growled, shooting a warning glare at Kiro before walking over to Blaire.

“You never sent food up so we came down here looking for something. Everything was quiet in the

house so we figured Nan had left,” Harlow explained.

Shit. I’d forgotten the food. “I’m sorry, baby. Nan was screaming and I forgot. Come on, let me feed

you.”

“I already have the new cook, Mr. Branders, fixing us some chicken salad,” Harlow replied.

Blaire squeezed my arm. “I’m okay. Stop looking so upset.”

Dealing with my family was not what I needed right now. I had Blaire to take care of and our baby.

Why had I agreed to come out here? Blaire didn’t belong around this kind of lifestyle. The smell of

cigarette smoke met my nose and I turned Blaire around and moved her toward the door. “Let’s get

you out of here. He’s smoking,” I explained.

“You really making her leave ‘cause I’m smoking?” Kiro asked with an amused tone.

I didn’t even answer him. I just kept moving Blaire to the door. I was tempted to tell her not to

breathe until I could get her to fresh air. I had to get this Nan shit straightened out and fast. Blaire needed the fresh clean air in Rosemary not this nicotine infested place.

“Leave him alone,” Harlow scolded Kiro softly.

“Dean wasn’t shitting me. The boy has done gone and got himself a pussy,” Kiro called out with a

hoot of laughter.

I clenched my teeth and kept moving Blaire toward the kitchen.

“He sounds interesting. I never was properly introduced,” Blaire said.

“You don’t want to be introduced to him. He’s not someone I want near you.”

Blaire glanced back at me and frowned. “Why?”

“Because he has no morals. None. At all. And boundaries are a foreign language to him. Women

throw themselves at him and he screws them and then moves on to the next one. I don’t want him

looking at you.”

“I really wish I could confirm to him that you do in fact have a penis. A very big and pretty penis,”

Blaire whispered.

I winced. “Please, just call it big. Don’t call it pretty. That hurts its feelings.”

Blaire giggled and hurried ahead of me.

I wasn’t sure that a family dinner in this house was a good idea. Rush, however, was determined to

find a way to help Nan and Kiro get along. I had spent my day out by the pool. Even though it was the

end of November, it was still seventy-eight degrees outside. I was used to crazy warm winter weather

in Alabama but the sun seemed even warmer here. Rush had laid out beside me and then he’d taken

great pains to rub sunscreen all over my body.

After my shower, I felt refreshed and ready to take on this crazy family for Rush’s sake. I liked

Harlow, at least during the little time I’d spent with her. She wasn’t kidding about staying locked

away in her room. She rarely ever came out. I almost felt bad for her. It seemed like a lonely life. I

wondered what her life in South Carolina had been like. Did she have friends there that she missed?

Rush walked into the bedroom but stopped the moment his eyes landed on me. “No. Blaire, baby, you

look amazing. Incredible. But you can’t wear that dress too dinner. Your tits are all up there making

me want to cancel dinner and get you naked. Then the legs and heels. You can’t go to dinner like that.

Kiro’s a pervert and I’ll end up killing him. Please, put on something that shows less cleavage and

leg. Hell, wear jeans, a sweater, and some tennis shoes.”

If he didn’t look so distraught I would have been pissed. I loved this dress. It made me still feel sexy despite my belly. The bigger the baby got the less attractive I felt. My waistline was quickly

disappearing. “None of my jeans fit and I like this dress. It makes me feel pretty.”

Rush groaned and walked over to me. “You look fucking gorgeous. Pretty is not the word one would

use to describe you in that dress. I need you to look less orgasm inducing hot and more like my

pregnant fiancée. I don’t want to listen to Kiro say crude things to you at dinner. I want to focus on

getting Nan and him to find some peace.”

Okay. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I could change,” I replied.

“Yes, please. For me,” Rush begged.

“Can you unzip me then? I had a hard enough time getting this thing zipped up.”

Rush reached around me and pulled the zipper down then pushed it down my shoulders until it fell

around my waist. I hadn’t been wearing a bra because the back was so low cut and my bare breasts

seemed to have caught his attention.

“And wear a bra,” he said in a husky whisper. Then he lowered his head to pull one of my nipples

into his mouth. The metal on his tongue rubbed against the sensitive flesh and I grabbed his shoulders

and held on tightly.

“Rush, we have dinner soon,” I reminded him as he slid the dress down over my hips until it hit the

floor.

“Right now I fucking don’t care,” he murmured as he shifted his attention from one nipple to the other.

His hand slipped inside the front of my panties and he slid his finger into me with one soft thrust. My

knees buckled.

“Please, I... please.”

“Please, what?” Rush asked, picking me up and putting me on the dressing table behind me. “Spread

your legs,” he demanded.

I did as I was told. His hand slid down over my mound and his finger began sliding in and out of me

in a steady rhythm. Each time he pulled out he slid the wetness on his finger over my clit then pumped

back into me. I was very close to an orgasm. Rush seemed to know how to draw them out of me

easily.

“Does that feel good? Someone was all wet and ready,” he said in my ear and I shivered as his finger

slid out and this time moved backwards toward my other entrance. He swirled around it and

surprisingly enough it turned me on rather than bothering me. I’d thought it would bother me. The

moan that escaped me didn’t go unnoticed by Rush.

“You like that?” he asked as his finger gently prodded the entrance. I felt it in my clit. Squeezing my

eyes shut, I only nodded. “Fuck, baby. I’m not gonna be able to get through this damn dinner thinking

about you getting hot and bothered over me playing with your ass.”

I didn’t want to go to dinner now. I wanted to come.

Rush moved his finger back to my clit and circled it several times then pinched it with his thumb and

forefinger while his ring finger slid inside me. I grabbed his arms and cried out loudly while the

orgasm I’d felt building up inside of me erupted.

I went limp in his arms and he held me close to him as his hand slipped out of my panties. He began

to lick his fingers one at a time and my stomach quivered as I watched him. A smirk touched his lips

as the last finger popped from of his mouth.

“That should hold me until this nightmare is over. But do me a favor and leave those panties on. I

want to go down there knowing I made them all wet.”

His words made my breasts ache again. If he didn’t stop we were never going to make it down to

dinner.

“Put on something that will keep me calm and let’s go face the hell that awaits us,” Rush whispered

as he pulled me up. “Unless you just want to stay in here. I will bring you food if you’d rather skip it.”

There was no way I was going to hide up here while he went down there and dealt with Nan. I was

going too. Even if I intended to keep my mouth shut I would be there for moral support. “I’m coming

with you. Just give me a second. I’m a little breathless and weak.”

Rush grinned. “Just the way I like to keep you.”

I picked up my discarded dress and threw it at him. Then I went to the closet where I had hung up my

things and found another dress that fell just above my knees and had a higher neckline. I could wear

my knee length boots with this one and it would be cute enough.

I slipped it on and then turned to grab my boots.

“You’re wearing boots? Those boots?” Rush asked as I slipped my foot into the first one.

“Yes,” I replied.

Rush groaned and shook his head. “Damn boots make a man think of you wearing nothing but those

boots.”

“Rush. You have got to stop. You think everyone wants to see me naked. In case you haven’t noticed,

I have a stomach that pooches out. No man wants to see me naked... except for you.”

Both of Rush’s eyebrows shot up. “You really think that, don’t you?”

“I don’t think it, I know it.”

Rush let out a defeated sigh. “And that’s one of the reasons you’re so damn irresistible. Come on, my

sweet Blaire. Let’s go eat dinner.”

With Blaire beside me during dinner I wasn’t going to be able to focus on Nan. I was going to be

protecting Blaire. When Nan had woken up from her coma and she’d found out about the baby she had

almost seemed to thaw a little toward Blaire. Then she’d found out Abe wasn’t her father. Kiro was.

Nan had been spiraling out of control since then. I understood her desire to have a parent who loved

her. I had hated Abe Wynn for years because of the fact my little sister was so broken. But it hadn’t

been Abe’s fault. My mother should have been honest and fucking Kiro should have stepped in like

my father had and done something.

Blaire squeezed my hand tightly as we stepped into the dining room. I scanned the room and was

relieved that Nan wasn’t here yet. I wanted to get Blaire seated and relaxed before my sister showed

up.

“You require this family gathering up and you show up late,” Kiro drawled as he leaned back in his

chair and took in the sight of Blaire. I was beginning to hate the man. For several reasons.

“Nan isn’t here yet. We’re not late,” I replied and walked Blaire to the other end of the table and sat

her down beside Dean and I took the chair on the other side of her.

“He’s in rare form. Started hitting the rum early,” Dean explained to Blaire. The apologetic look on

my dad’s face reminded me that he wasn’t as heartless as his friend. I knew that already. He hadn’t

ignored me. But then Kiro hadn’t ignored Harlow either. However, I wondered if she would’ve been

if her mother’s mother hadn’t taken her in. Kiro only supplied the money. Her grandmother had raised

her. He’d just shown up with ponies and promises he never kept.

“I’m just being me,” Kiro called out from his end of the long table. “You keeping that pretty girl of

yours far away from me, aren’t you?” Kiro said with a laugh. “I’m just looking, boy. It isn’t like I’m

gonna touch her. She’s carrying your kid. I stay away from the pregnant ones. I don’t want anymore

kids blamed on me.”

Blaire tensed beside me and I rested my hand on her leg. This wasn’t something that should upset her.

It was a good thing. Even if I wanted him to stop looking at her.

“Daddy, leave Rush and Blaire alone. Your teasing them just makes everyone uncomfortable,”

Harlow said. She’d been sitting quietly to the left of Kiro. She rarely talked so I wasn’t used to her

soft-spoken voice. It still amazed me that the man had produced her. She was nothing like Kiro. She

was also the only person who could make Kiro calm down. Her voice seemed to ease him.

“Alright, darlin’. I don’t wanna ruin your dinner. I was just funning around.”

“No funning,” she replied in a gentle command.

Blaire ducked her head beside me. “I like her,” she whispered so softly I almost hadn’t heard her. I