Forever Too Far (2 page)

deal with. Let’s enjoy Thanksgiving with our friends like we’d planned and then go to LA and deal

with Nan. Once you have all that behind you then we can focus on our wedding.”

I didn’t want to wait. I hated the idea of her still being Blaire Wynn while our baby grew inside her. I wanted her to have my name and for the world to know I wanted her and my baby. But the determined

gleam in her eyes told me I wasn’t going to win this argument.

“I just want you to be happy,” I finally replied.

Blaire kissed the tip of my nose. “I know you do. One of the many reasons I love you.”

“If you’re waiting until after Thanksgiving to head back to LA and deal with that sister of yours then

so am I. Besides, it’s been years since I spent a Thanksgiving with you,” my dad announced.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“We would love to have you here, Mr. Finlay,” Blaire informed him, smiling brightly like she really

meant it. Fuck. I was gonna have to let this happen.

“Just call me Dean, sweetheart. We’re already family.”

The pleased look in her eyes made me smile. Maybe having my dad around for Thanksgiving

wouldn’t be so bad after all. If he could make Blaire smile then I’d deal with it.

Talking about Thanksgiving had reminded me of my mother. This would be my first holiday without

her. The more that sank in the harder it became to breathe. I forced a smile and made my excuses

before rushing upstairs to take a shower. Rush needed some alone time with his dad anyway.

I let the tears I’d held back fall freely as I undressed and stepped into the shower. The warm water

rained down over me as a sob broke free. Last year I had cooked our Thanksgiving meal and we had

eaten it together in the dining room. No friends or family. Just the two of us. I’d cried that night too.

Because deep down I’d known it was my last Thanksgiving with my mother. The memories of years

gone by when Valerie and Dad had been there were bittersweet. My heart ached for all we’d lost. I

hadn’t thought anything could hurt as badly but I knew now that I was wrong.

Facing the holidays without my mom was going to be hard. She loved Thanksgiving and Christmas.

We would always start decorating the house for Christmas on Thanksgiving Day. Then we’d sit down

and watch
White Christmas
together that evening while we ate leftover turkey and sweet potato

casserole. It had been our tradition. Even after we lost Valerie and Dad had left us.

This year everything would be different. Knowing Rush would be with me and that I was starting a

new family of my own eased the ache. I just wished my mother were here to see me this happy.

The door opened and I spun around to see Rush walk into the bathroom. He was frowning. He

stopped and he studied me a moment before pulling his shirt off and throwing it onto the marble floor.

Then he unsnapped his jeans and stepped out of them and his boxer briefs. I watched as he stepped

into the shower.

“Why’re you crying?” he asked, cupping my face in his hands. I knew the shower had washed away

my tears but my eyes must still be red.

I shook my head and smiled at him. I didn’t want to worry him with my emotions.

“I heard you when I opened the door to the bedroom. I need to know why, Blaire.”

I sighed and laid my head against his chest then wrapped my arms around his waist. I had lost a lot

but God had made up for that by giving me Rush. I needed to remember just how blessed I really was.

“The fact this is my first Thanksgiving without my mom kind of hit me,” I admitted.

Rush’s arms tightened around me. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered into my hair as he held me.

“Me too. I wish you could have met her, I mean, now that you’re older. I wish she could’ve seen you

all grown up.”

“I wish I could have to. I’m sure she was as perfect as you are.”

Smiling, I wanted to disagree. I was nowhere near as perfect as my mother. She was one of those

special people that the world doesn’t see often.

“If my dad being here is going to be hard on you I’ll send him away. I want to make this a good

memory for you. Anything I can do to help you just tell me and I’ll do it.”

Tears trickled freely down my face again. Stupid pregnancy hormones made me a leaking fountain

lately. “Having you with me makes it all better. Just talking about it made it sink in. Momma loved

Thanksgiving. I knew last year was the last one we’d spend together. The entire day I did everything I

could to make it special for her. And me. I knew I’d need that memory.”

Rush rubbed small circles on my back and held me in silence. We stood there while the water ran

over us for several minutes. Finally he pulled back enough to look down at me. “Can I bathe you?” he

asked.

I nodded, unsure what he meant. He reached for one of the clean washcloths stacked up outside the

shower and picked up one of my bottles of body wash. Then he began washing my back and

shoulders. He picked up each of my arms as if I were a child and washed them thoroughly. I stood

there and watched him as he concentrated on cleaning every inch of my body. He didn’t make it

sexual which surprised me. Instead, it was more sweet and innocent than anything else we’d ever

done. His hand didn’t linger as he washed between my legs. He only pressed his lips to my stomach

once as he knelt in front of me and washed my legs and feet.

Once he was finished he stood up and began rinsing my body with his hands. Each touch seemed

almost reverent. As if he were worshiping me instead of washing me. When my body was clean he

moved to my hair. I closed my eyes as his hands massaged my scalp. My knees went a little weak

from the pleasure of it. Rush quickly rinsed the shampoo from my hair and then did my conditioning,

giving it just as much attention before running my hair under the clean water again.

My body was relaxed from the pampering. I was almost sluggish. Rush turned off the water and

reached for two large towels. One he wrapped in my hair and the other one he wrapped around my

body. Then he picked me up, carried me to the bed, and laid me down.

“Just rest. I’ll be right back,” he whispered before kissing my forehead and walking back to the

bathroom. The view of his naked ass was tempting and I wanted to stay awake. Having him touch me

that way had turned me on even if that hadn’t been his intention. I tried to wait on him but my eyes

grew heavy and I faded away.

I snuggled deeper into the warmth. It smelled of sunshine and ocean air. Sighing contentedly, I rubbed

my cheek against the comforting warmth. It chuckled.

My eyes opened and Rush’s bare chest was pressed up against my face. Smiling, I kissed it and

peered up at him. The amused smirk on his lips only made me giggle.

“You’re like a little kitten in the mornings,” he said with a deep husky voice. He must have just

woken up too.

“If you didn’t feel so good I wouldn’t be searching you out to rub up against you in my sleep.”

Rush winked. “Then I’m glad I feel good because your sweet ass isn’t going to be rubbing against

anyone else. I’d have to kill someone.”

I loved this man.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep so quickly last night.”

Rush shook his head. “Don’t be. I love knowing I relaxed you and it was easy for you to fall asleep. I

don’t like seeing you sad.”

I loved this man a whole damn lot.

Stretching against him, I slipped both hands behind his neck and pressed my body against his. I

squeezed my legs from the tingle of anticipation when his erection brushed my upper thigh. I needed

him this morning. After the sweet moment last night I needed to feel completely connected now.

“Make love to me,” I whispered tucking my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

“My pleasure,” he murmured and slipped his hand in between my thighs. He lifted one of my legs up

and rested it on his hip. I was wide open and the exposed feeling excited me. His fingers grazed the

inside of my thighs, teasing me by barely brushing at my swollen needy entrance. I whimpered, hoping

to hurry him up but he would not be pressured. Instead, it seemed to make him worse. His rough

fingertips traced patterns from my knees up to the very top of my thigh then back again.

I was positive that his play had caused me to get embarrassingly wet. “Rush, please.”

“Please what, sweet Blaire. What do you want me to do?”

I’d told him what I wanted already. Apparently, he wanted to hear more. Rush and his naughty talk

always excited me. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he replied.

“Touch me higher,” I begged. He wanted me to talk dirty. I was going to tease him too.

He ran his finger in in the crease of my thigh and I gripped his arms tightly and trembled. He was so

close. “Here?” he asked.

I shifted so that his finger slipped closer. He started to move his hand away and stopped. “Fuck,” he

moaned sliding his finger into me slowly. “So wet. I can’t tease you when you’re already so wet,” he

whispered.

I cried out as he gently ran his fingertip over my clit. He had me spread open and having his hands

touching me only made me crazier. I wanted more.

“My sweet girl was so ready for me,” he said moving two fingers inside me and pressing against my g

spot.

The loud cry of pleasure that ripped out of me was more than he could handle. He grabbed my waist

and positioned me over him before slowly sinking me down over his cock. “Damn, how’d it get

tighter?” he growled, squeezing my hips and rocking against me as I sat down on him taking every

inch inside me. This was what I’d wanted. To be full. Of Rush.

Blaire wouldn’t agree to my idea of staying up in our room naked all day. She insisted we get dressed

and visit with Dean. I was of the opinion he’d understand my desire to stay locked away with Blaire

but she disagreed. Just proved what little she knew of my father’s rock star life.

I left her drying her hair and headed downstairs to start fixing breakfast. She hadn’t eaten much last

night at the party then she’d come home and gone to sleep before she could eat.

Dean was standing in my kitchen pulling out items from the fridge and setting them on the island. I

stood there and watched him a moment trying to figure out what he was doing. He got the milk out then

paused and looked over at me.

“Good morning. I wasn’t sure you’d be coming out of the bedroom today the way you’d chased her

upstairs last night when she left. I was going to tempt you both with breakfast.”

I leaned back against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest. “I tried to keep her upstairs

with me. She insisted we come visit with you,” I explained.

Dean chuckled. “Like father, like son.”

“I’m nothing like you. The woman I got pregnant happens to be my heart. I’ll marry her and spend the

rest of my life doing everything I can to make her smile.”

Dean closed the fridge door and studied me. I could tell he hadn’t expected words like those to come

out of my mouth. The last time I’d spent time with him I’d had a different girl in my bed every night.

“What makes her different? You’ve been with a lot of girls. Why her?” If he wasn’t honestly curious

I’d have been pissed. But he only knew me before Blaire.

“When she walked into my house the first time and I laid eyes on her I was attracted to her. That part

was easy. But then I got to know her. She wasn’t like any other girl I’d ever known. She was so

determined when she should have been beat down. Her life had given her shit and she was fighting to

live. She wasn’t going to back down or give up. I admired her. Then I got a taste and I was sunk.

She’s everything I want to be.”

A slow smile spread across Dean’s face and then he nodded. “Well, alright then. Guess you know

more about life than your old man ‘cause ain’t no woman ever made me feel like that. I’m glad you

found it. That’s rare boy, so hang on tight. It won’t come around again.”

I never intended to let go. Dean looked around the room. “Where’s the mixing bowls? I’m gonna make

the momma of my grandkid some scrambled eggs.”

My heart squeezed. “Second shelf to the left of the stove.”

“You get the bacon going. She needs protein,” he said as he got down a bowl.

I wasn’t going to argue. I always made sure she ate properly in the mornings. “She will want a waffle,

too. I have a waffle iron for those,” I told him.

Dean nodded. “Good to know you’ve been taking care of her.”

We worked in silence for a few minutes. I wanted to ask about Nan and Kiro but I didn’t want Blaire

to walk down here and have that be the first thing she heard. I liked her to enjoy her breakfast.

Speaking about Nan was never a pleasant experience.

“Guess you know that Grant’s been seeing Nan,” Dean said as he whisked the eggs.

I froze.
What?
Had I just heard him correctly?

“I warned him she was as crazy as her momma and he needed to run like hell. I know she’s your sister

and you love her but the girl is poison. Boy like Grant don’t need that. He’s always been a good kid.

Hate to see her chew him up and spit him out.”

I still couldn’t find words. Grant and Nan... how the fuck had that happened? If anyone knew how

unstable Nan was then it was Grant. He’d grown up watching the shit she’d been handed from my

mom and the father who never acknowledged her.

“Grant tried to come talk to her but she ran off with some guy she’d met at a club right in front of him.