“I’m not using a condom. I can’t. I need to feel you. But I swear I’ll pull out before I come,” I told her.
“OK. Just please, Rush, put it in,” she begged.
My control snapped.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Opening my eyes against the bright sunlight, I squinted, realizing I had forgotten to close the blinds last night. Then Blaire’s scent hit me, and I rolled over to an empty bed. Shit. She was gone.
I had slept through her leaving for work. Dammit. I had wanted to kiss her good morning. Did she remember to eat breakfast? Frustrated, I threw the covers off and sat up. Blaire had a job. I had to accept that. She wouldn’t let me not accept it. Even if it sucked. I didn’t like her working so much, especially after I had kept her busy most of the night. There had been very little sleep.
She was going to be so tired today. When she got off work, I would feed her and then give her a massage and bathe her. Tonight I would make up for the fact that I had f**ked her like a madman all night. We would go to bed early. She would get her rest. I could keep from f**king her for one night. But I would probably eat her pu**y. I only had so much selfrestraint.
I decided to skip a shower. I could smell Blaire on my skin, and I wasn’t willing to wash that off just yet. I wanted to be reminded for the rest of the day of how f**king lucky I was.
By the time I had made my way downstairs to get something to eat, it was almost noon. The doorbell chimed, and urgent knocking followed. “Rush! Open the door! My hands are full!” Nan yelled from the other side.
Crap.
I opened the door, and my sister stood there with her hair up in large rollers, several shopping bags, and a garment bag that said “Marc Jacobs.” What the hell?
“Nan, why are you at my door with shopping bags? And last time I checked, there wasn’t a Marc Jacobs or”—I glanced at the bags in her hands—“Burberry or Chanel or Saks in Rosemary Beach. Where did this shit come from?”
Nan dropped her bags and looked at me like I was the one who had lost my mind. “Manhattan. I bought them when I was there last month. I have two dresses from Marc Jacobs that I’m just not sure about. And then the shoes . . . that’s another story. I can’t even begin to decide. I need to know what you plan on wearing, and I need to use the bathroom in Mom’s room for my stylist to fix my hair and makeup. There’s more room here than at my place. Besides, this way, we can ride together,” she said, as if any of what she was saying made sense.
I had no idea what the hell she thought I was doing, but if a naked Blaire wasn’t involved, neither was I. “What are you talking about?” I asked, wishing I had gotten at least one cup of coffee before Nan had arrived with her crazy ranting.
She froze halfway up the stairs and turned to look at me. Her face said drama was about to ensue. Shit. “Tonight, Rush. Did you forget? Really?” Nan’s voice went an octave higher, and I knew she was about to get hysterical.
Fuck, I needed some coffee.
“Oh, my God! You did forget. You’re so wrapped up in her that you can’t remember something this important to me.” Nan was now yelling.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, hoping I wouldn’t end up with a headache from this. I just wanted to drink coffee and plan my evening with Blaire. Not this mess. “Nan, I just woke up. Please stop yelling at me,” I said.
“Stop yelling? You’re really going to tell me to stop yelling when my own brother forgot that tonight is the debutante ball? I’ve been planning my debutante ball since I was five. You know that. You know how important tonight is. But you forgot!”
Motherfucker. I did not want to escort my sister to a ball where a bunch of spoiled females dressed up and tried to outdo one another for hours. Blaire did not factor into this equation, and I wanted to be with Blaire.
“You don’t want to go,” Nan said with a loud wail. She sounded like a child.
“I forgot. I’m sorry. But you haven’t mentioned it in months, and you know this isn’t my thing.”
Nan threw down the bag in her hand.
Great. We were going to have a temper tantrum with articles of clothing that cost me a f**king fortune. Blaire was working her ass off daily, and my sister was buying shoes with my money that cost more than Blaire could make in two weeks. Fucking unfair. I hated this. I hated not being able to give Blaire everything she wanted.
“Are you saying you won’t take me, Rush? I have no father here to take me. You’re the only brother I have. My escort has to be a family member who’s also a member of the club. I have no one else. Just you.” She wasn’t yelling anymore. She sounded hurt. The lost little girl who needed her big brother to save the day.
“Of course, I’m going to take you, Nan. I just forgot. And you started yelling at me before I had any f**king coffee,” I said, not wanting to see the sadness in her eyes.
She sniffed and nodded stiffly. “OK. Thank you,” she said, then bent to pick up the bag she had thrown down. “After you have coffee and are less mean, could you please bring my other bags up?” she asked as she continued up the steps.
She didn’t need me to answer. She knew I would do it. I went to the kitchen. I had to get my anger under control. Going to this thing tonight mad wasn’t fair to Nan. It was just one night. I would explain it to Blaire. She would understand, because she was . . . Blaire. She didn’t expect me to do anything. She didn’t require anything from me. She was the first person in my life to just want me for me. Not for favors.
My chest tightened. She would probably be asleep by the time I got home. I wanted her in my bed. I didn’t want her going to sleep in the other bedroom. I wasn’t sleeping without her.
I poured my coffee and downed it, then poured another cup, before heading back to the foyer to pick up all the shit Nan had brought in. She was coming down the stairs when I started up.