“Damn, baby. They look bigger,” he said as his hands covered them.
Wetness instantly pooled in my panties and my knees went weak. I grabbed the wall for
support. Nothing had ever felt this good. A needy sound came out of my mouth but I wasn’t
sure what it was.
Suddenly I was being picked up and spun around. Then my bottom was put on the counter
before Rush’s mouth covered mine and his hands went right back to my breasts. I wasn’t going to be able to stop this. I wanted it like I wanted my next breath. I had never needed sex of any kind before but this was something I couldn’t control.
Rush’s kiss was wild and as out of control hungry as I felt. He bit down on my bottom lip
and pulled my tongue into his mouth and sucked. Then he tugged on my nipples and I lost it. I needed his shirt off now. Grabbing at it I yanked until he stepped back a fraction and jerked it over his head. Then he was devouring my mouth again.
His hands were doing delicious things to my breasts and I couldn’t get him close enough.
A knock sounded at the door and Rush pulled me up against his chest until my breasts were pressed against him. I shuddered and closed my eyes from the pleasure. He turned his
head toward the door. “Go the fuck away,” he snarled at whoever was out there.
A smothered laugh was all we heard before Rush was kissing a trail down my neck and across my collarbone until his mouth hovered over my right nipple. The heat from his breath made me tremble and I grabbed his hair and forced his head closer with my silent plea. He
chuckled, then pulled my nipple into his mouth and began to suck. The wetness in my legs caught on ire or at least it felt like it did. If he hadn’t been holding me down with his body I might have shot through the ceiling.
“Oh God!” I screamed, not caring if anyone heard me. I just needed this. My reaction made
Rush greedier. He moved to my other nipple and began giving it the same treatment as his
hand moved up the inside of my thigh. The idea that he was about to touch my very swollen
wet area made me scared and excited at the same time. He’d know something wouldn’t he?
Could he tell I was different down there too? Then his ingers ran along the outside of my panties and I just didn’t care anymore.
“Fuck. You’re soaking wet,” he groaned and buried his head in my neck. His breathing was
hard and erratic. “So wet.” His ingers slipped inside the crotch of my panties and into my swollen folds causing fireworks to ignite in my body.
I grabbed onto his shoulders. My nails were digging into his skin but I couldn’t help it. He was touching me. His mouth moved to my ear as he kissed me and his heavy breathing tickled my skin. “Such a sweet pussy. It’s my pussy, Blaire. It’ll always be mine.” His naughty words as his finger slid in and out of me sent me close to the edge again.
“Rush, please,” I begged, clawing at him.
“Please what? You want me to kiss that sweet pussy? ‘Cause it feels so damn hot and juicy I need a taste.” He was pulling my panties off and I was lifting my butt to allow him to. Then he pulled my dress up and I raised my hands to let him remove it.
“Sit back,” he ordered, moving me himself until my back touched the wall. Then he took
both of my legs and bent them up until my feet were on the counter and I was wide open to
him. “Damn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he whispered before dropping to his knees and covering me with his mouth. The irst lick if his tongue and I was coming again.
“Oh god, Rush please, oh god, ahhhhh,” I cried out as I held his head unable to let him stop.
It was too good. The lick of his tongue over my clit was incredible. I needed more. I never wanted this to end. His inger slid through my opening then held it open as he licked and kissed me there.
“Mine. It’s mine. You can’t leave me again. I need this. You smell so fucking perfect. Nothing is ever going to be this damn perfect for me,” he murmured, as he tasted me. I was ready to agree to anything he wanted.
“I need in you,” he said, lifting his eyes to look up at me. I just nodded.
“I don’t have a condom,” he paused and closed his eyes tightly, “but I’ll pull out.”
It didn’t matter now. But I couldn’t tell him that. I just nodded again.
Rush was up with his jeans down instantly. He grabbed my hips and moved me back to the
edge of the counter until the head of his erection was touching me. The question in his eyes was unmistakable even if he didn’t say it aloud. I reached down and guided his erection inside me.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he pressed the rest of the way until I was full. Completely full of Rush.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him. For just a second I needed to hold him. This wasn’t about my crazy hormones anymore. Now that he was in me I felt home. Complete and I
was about to cry. Before I could embarrass myself and confuse him I lifted my head and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me.”
It was as if I’d pulled the trigger on a loaded gun. Rush grabbed my hips with both his hands and let out a growl before pumping in and out of me. The climb toward the spiral I knew was going to come started up again and I rode him. Enjoying his moment of surrender and the complete abandon on his face as he brought us closer and closer to the climax we needed.
“I love you, Blaire. I love you so damn much it hurts,” he panted then lowered his head to suck on my nipple. My body went off and I cried out his name. Rush lifted his head, and looking into my eyes, started to pull out and I clamped my legs around his waist. I didn’t want him to pull out. The understanding of what I wanted hit him and he said my name in a whisper before throwing his head back as he pumped his release into me.
Rush
Blaire pushed me back and jumped down off the counter before I could get my head clear from that orgasm. “Wait, I need to clean you up,” I told her. I actually just wanted to clean her up. I liked it. No, I fucking loved it. Knowing I’d been there and I was taking care of her did something to me.
“You don’t need to clean me up. I’m ine,” she replied as she reached for her discarded dress and slipped it back on without making eye contact with me. Shit. Had I read her wrong? I thought she wanted this. No. I knew she wanted it. She’d been so damn hungry for it.
“Blaire, look at me.”
She paused and picked up her panties. I swallowed hard as she stepped into them and slid
them back up her body. I needed her again. She couldn’t walk away from me now. I wasn’t going to be able to live through it if she did.
“Blaire, please look at me,” I begged.
Stopping, she took a deep breath then lifted her eyes to meet mine. The sadness there was
mixed with something else. Embarrassment? Surely not. I reached over and cupped her face
with my hand. “What’s wrong? Did I do something you didn’t want me to? Because I was trying not to lose control. I was trying real hard to do what you wanted.”
“No. You… you didn’t do anything wrong.” She dropped her eyes from mine again. “I just
need to think. I need some space. I didn’t… I wasn’t… We shouldn’t have done that.”
Stabbing me in the chest would have been less painful. I wanted to pull her to me and go all cave man claiming she was mine and couldn’t leave me. But then I could lose her. I couldn’t go through that again. I had to do this her way. I let my hand fall from her face and I stepped back so she could leave.
Blaire lifted her face to look up at me again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, then opened the door and escaped.
She had just blown my world away with amazingly hot sex and she was sorry. Fantastic.
When I inally emerged from the bathroom Blaire was gone. Jace smirked and Bethy made
excuses for her. I didn’t want to be there anymore either. After I made sure all the heavy stuff was moved and Blaire’s suitcase and box were packed up I left. I couldn’t stay there while the two of them watched me. They’d heard us. Blaire had been loud. I wasn’t ashamed; I was just tired of them looking at me and waiting on me to say something to explain Blaire’s departure.
I gave Blaire a couple days to come to me. She hadn’t. I wasn’t surprised. But she’d asked for space and I’d given her all the space I could handle. I didn’t call anyone to play a round of golf with me. I didn’t want anyone around when Blaire showed up. We needed to talk. No distractions or excuses for her to ride off.
It had sounded like a irm plan but after six holes and no cart girl I was beginning to wonder. Just as I was about to walk to the next hole I heard the sound of the cart. I stopped and turned around. The blood that had started pumping through my veins from the idea of seeing Blaire out here and having her alone froze when I realized it was that blond girl that I’d seen training a few times with Bethy. Shit.
I shook my head and waved her on. I didn’t want a drink from her. She smiled brightly and
drove on to the next stop.
“It’s hot out here. You sure you don’t want something?” Meg’s voice asked and I glanced
back to see her walking up dressed in a white tennis skirt and polo. She’d been big into tennis ten years ago too.
“Wrong cart girl,” I replied and waited on her to catch up to me.
“You only buy from one?”
“Yep.”
Meg looked thoughtful then nodded. “I see. You have a thing for a cart girl.”
‘A thing’ didn’t even scratch the surface. I pulled my golf bag up on my shoulder and started walking to the next hole. I wasn’t going to respond to that comment.
“And he’s touchy about it,” Meg quipped. That annoyed me.
“Or it’s just not your business.”
She let out a low whistle. “So it’s more than a thing.”
I stopped and leveled my gaze on her. Just because she was my irst fuck didn’t mean we
had any kind of bond or friendship. This was pissing me off. “Let it go,” I warned.
Meg put her hands on her hips and her jaw fell open. “Oh my god… Rush Finlay has fallen in love. Holy shit! I never thought I’d see the day.”
“You haven’t seen me in ten years, Meg. How the hell do you know anything about me?”
The annoyed snarl in my voice didn’t even make her flinch.
“Listen, Finlay. Just because you haven’t seen me in ten years doesn’t mean I haven’t seen or heard about you. I’ve been back in town several times but you were always partying it up at casa de Finlay and screwing every model perfect body that came your way. I didn’t see a point in showing back up in your life. But yeah, I’ve seen you and like the rest of this town I know that you’re a rich, gorgeous player who can have his pick of the litter.”
I sounded shallow. I didn’t like the picture she painted of me. Did Blaire see me that way?
Not only can she not trust me to choose her and protect her butshe must think I’ll just move on when someone else comes along. Surely she knows that isn’t true.
“She’s amazing. No… she’s perfect. Everything about her is fucking perfect,” I said aloud
then shifted my gaze back to Meg. “I don’t just love her, she owns me. Completely. I’d do anything for her.”
“But she doesn’t feel the same way?” Meg asked.
“I hurt her. Not the way you’re thinking either. The way I hurt her is hard to explain. There is so much pain in what happened that I don’t know if I can ever get her back.”
“Is she a cart girl?”
She was really hung up on the cart girl thing. “Yeah she is,” I paused and wondered if I should tell her exactly who Blaire was. Saying it aloud to someone and admitting this might help me make sense of it. “She and Nan have the same father.” I hadn’t meant to say it like that.
“Shit,” Meg muttered. “Please tell me she’s nothing like your evil little sister.”
Nan had very few fans. I didn’t even linch at the accusation that she was evil. She’d brought this on herself. “No. She’s nothing like Nan.”
Meg was quiet a moment and I wondered if this was as far as this conversation was going
to go. Then she shifted her feet and pointed back toward the clubhouse. “Why don’t we go have some lunch and you can tell me all about this very strange situation and I’ll see if I can’t come up with some wisdom or at the very least female advice.”
I needed any advice I could get. There were no females in my life I could ask for help. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good. You give me any advice I can use and lunch is on me.”
Blaire
This was the second day that I had woken up without getting sick. I’d even had Bethy cook bacon to test me out before I came in for the lunch shift. I figured if I could survive the bacon then I could do this. My stomach had rolled and I’d gotten nauseous but I hadn’t thrown up. I was getting better.
I called Woods and assured him I would be ine. He told me to come on in because they
were short staffed and he needed me. Jimmy was standing in the kitchen grinning when I walked in thirty minutes before the lunch shift.
“There’s my girl. Glad that stomach virus has gone. You look like you lost ten pounds. How long were you sick?” Woods had told Jimmy and anyone else who asked that I had a virus and I was recovering. I’d only worked two shifts on the course and I never ran into kitchen staff while on the carts.
“I probably did lose some weight. I’m sure I’ll gain it back soon enough,” I replied and hugged him.
“You better or I’m shoving donuts down your throat until I can wrap my hands around your
waist and have my fingers not touch.”
That may be sooner than he realized. “I could use a good donut right now.”
“It’s a date. After work. You, me, and a twelve pack. Half chocolate covered,” Jimmy said and handed me my apron.
“Sounds good. You can come see my new place. I’m staying with Bethy in a condo on the
club property.”