Rush
Jace had called to let me know the girls were moving into the condo on the club property today. I hadn't seen her since the incident on the golf course. Not for lack of trying. I'd tried to put myself in her path at the club several times and it never worked. I'd even stopped by yesterday and she'd been gone. Darla had said she and Bethy were both off work so I assumed they'd gone to do something together.
I pulled up to Bethy's apartment and instantly noticed Woods' car. What the hell was he doing here? I jerked my door open and headed for the door when I heard Blaire's voice. Turning I walked toward Woods' car until I saw Woods leaning against the wall it was parked beside and listening to Blaire with a smile on his face. One I was about to wipe off.
"If you're sure, then thank you," Blaire said quietly as if she didn't want anyone to hear her.
"Positive," Woods replied as his eyes lifted to meet mine. The smile on his face disappeared.
Blaire turned her head to glance over her shoulder. The surprise on her face as her eyes met mine hurt. Maybe I shouldn't be here right now. I didn't want to lose it and scare her off but I was real close to going into a blind rage. Why were they talking alone? What was he positive about?
"Rush?" Blaire said, walking away from Woods and toward me. "What are you doing here?"
Woods chuckled and shook his head then opened his car door. "I'm sure he came to help. I'll leave before he takes that ugly scowl out on me."
He was leaving. Good.
"Are you here to help us move?" she asked, watching me carefully.
"Yeah, I am," I replied. The tension left me as Woods' BMW roared to life and he drove off.
"How did you know we were moving?"
"Jace called me," I replied.
She shifted her feet nervously. I hated that I made her nervous.
"I wanted to help, Blaire. I'm sorry about Nan the other day. I've talked to her. She won't be - "
"Don't worry about it. You don't have to apologize for her. I don't hold it against you. I understand."
No, she didn't. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't understand. I reached out and took her hand. I just needed to touch her somehow. She trembled as my fingers brushed her palm. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip the same way I wanted to.
"Blaire," I said and stopped because I wasn't sure what else to say. The truth was too much right now.
She lifted her eyes from our hands and I could see the desire there. Really? Was I dreaming this one up or was she... was she really? I slipped a finger up her palm and caressed the inside of her wrist. She trembled again. Holy shit. She was affected by my touch. I stepped closer to her and ran my hand slowly up her arm.I was waiting on her to push me off and put the distance between us I expected from her.
When I got high enough my thumb grazed the side of her breast and she grabbed my free arm as she shuddered. What the fuck? "Blaire," I whispered, pressing her back until she was against the brick wall of the apartment building and my chest was inches away from touching hers.
She didn't push me off and her eyelids looked heavy as she stared at my chest. Her breathing was heavy. The cleavage the little pale pink sundress showed off was right there under my nose. Rising and falling as if it was an invitation.An impossible one. Something was off here.
I put my other hand on her waist and slowly slid it up her body until my other thumb was tucked under her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and erect poking against the thin material of her dress. I couldn't stop myself. I eased my hand up and covered her right breast squeezing it gently. Blaire whimpered and her knees started to give out. She let her head fall back on the wall and closed her eyes. I held her steady and slipped my leg between hers to keep her from sinking to the ground.
With my other hand, I covered her left breast and ran the pads of my thumbs over her firm nipples.
"Oh God, Rush," she moaned, opening her eyes and staring at me through her lowered lashes. Holy fuck. I was in some form of tortured heaven. If this was another dream I was going to be pissed. It felt too real.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I asked, lowering my head to whisper in her ear.
"Yes," she breathed, sinking down further onto my knee. When her warm center pressed against my leg she gasped and gripped my arms harder. "Ahhhh," she cried out.
I was going to come in my pants. I'd never been this turned on in my life. Something was different. This wasn't the same. She was almost desperate. I could sense her fear but her need was stronger. "Blaire, tell me what you want me to do. I'll do whatever it is you need," I promised her, kissing the soft skin under her ear. She smelled so damn good. I kneaded her breasts in my hands again and she let out a pleading whimper. My sweet Blaire was incredibly horny. This was real. This wasn't a damn dream. Holy fuck.
"Blaire!" The shrill call of Bethy's voice was like a bucket of ice water thrown over Blaire. She stiffened then stood up dropping her hands from me and scooted away. She couldn't look up at me.
"I... uh... I'm sorry. I don't know..." She shook her head and hurried away from me. I watched until she was at the door and Bethy was talking to her sternly. Blaire was nodding. Once they went inside I slammed both hands against the brick and muttered a string of curses while I attempted like hell to get my raging hard on under control.
After a few minutes the door opened again and I turned to see Jace walking out. He looked over at me and let out a low whistle. "Damn man, you work fast."
I didn't even respond to that. He didn't know what he was talking about. Blaire had been hungry for my touch. She hadn't pushed me away. She'd been almost begging me silently. It made no sense but she'd wanted me. God knows I wanted her. I always wanted her.
"Come on. We have a couch to move. I need your help," Jace said, holding the door open.