Abbi Glines - Never Too Far

“You better not.”

Rush chuckled, “If she won’t live with me then at least she has you protecting her.”

“Damn straight. Don’t think I won’t help her disappear if you fuck this up again. You hurt her and she’ll leave.”

“I’ll never hurt her again.”

My chest ached. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him. This was our baby. There was so much that was hard to forgive but I needed to learn how. I did love him. I was sure I always would.

I walked into the room and smiled. “They’re putting things right where I want them.”

Rush reached over and pulled me into his arms. He was doing that a lot lately. He didn’t say anything. He just held me. Bethy left the room and I wrapped my arms around him and we stood there like that for a long time. It was the first time I didn’t feel alone in a very long time.

Rush hadn’t asked to stay the night. I was kind of surprised. He hadn’t even done anything other than kiss me before he left. That hadn’t done much to cool off my dreams. I woke up once again right before an orgasm, very frustrated. I threw back my covers and sat up. I had lunch shift again today.

I’d called Woods last night and apologized about running out on him but he understood and asked me if things were okay. Rush had stood there listening to everything I said so I’d been in a hurry to get off the phone. I would get Woods alone today and talk to him. He was being very understanding.

He did have me in the dining room the rest of the week. The only day he had me on the course was Saturday because of the tournament. Everyone would be expected to work outside.

When I finally made my way to the kitchen I was greeted with a box of donuts. A small note was attached to the top. Smiling, I picked it up and read.

Missed you last night. I couldn’t eat these alone. Hope things are better. Love, Jimmy.

Crap! I’d forgotten about the donut date. Another person I needed to apologize to. But first, I wanted some milk and donuts.

Rush

I sat down in one of the leather chairs across from Woods’ desk. He was studying me and it pissed me off. I had been the one to call him and set up this meeting. Why was he so damn amused?

“I’m going to pay you the correct lease amount in full for the condo. I know what the going rate is and I’ve cut you a check for a one-year lease. Although, Blaire probably won’t be living there very long. As soon as I can get her to trust me I’m moving her in with me.” I slid the check across his desk.

Woods looked down at it and back up at me. “I assume this is because you don’t want me taking care of what is yours.”

“That’s right.”

Woods nodded and picked the check up. “Good. I shouldn’t have to take care of Blaire or your baby. But I would have. You may not believe me but I’m glad you know about the pregnancy. Just don’t fuck things up. You’re gonna have to make sure Nan keeps her claws in.”

I didn’t need Woods telling me what I did and didn’t need to do. None of this was his business. I wasn’t done with him just yet though, so pissing him off was a bad idea.

“I don’t want her working double shifts or outside in the heat. She refuses to stop working but her hours need to be cut back.”

Woods crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat. “She know about this? Because last time I checked she needed all the hours she could get.”

“Last time you checked I didn’t know she was carrying my baby. Nothing can happen to her, Woods. I can’t let anything else happen to her.”

He nodded and let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. I agree. I don’t like being told what to do but I agree.”

“One more thing,” I said before standing up. “Jimmy is gay, right?”

Woods burst into laughter then nodded. “Yes, he is but keep that to yourself. The women like to come in just to look at him. He gets tipped well because of it.”

Good. I’d thought he was but his attachment to Blaire bothered me. “Then I guess he can hover over my girl.”

Woods smirked, “I don’t think you could stop him if you tried.”

My phone rang as I walked to my Range Rover. It reminded me that Blaire didn’t have a phone. This wouldn’t be her calling me. I was headed to check on her now. We’d talk about that then. Pulling my phone out I saw my mother’s name on the screen. I’d ignored her for four weeks. I had Blaire back but I wasn’t ready to talk to mom just yet. I pressed ignore and stuck my phone back in my pocket.

Once I was at Blaire’s I checked under the mat and I was happy to see there was no key hidden. I’d talked to her and Bethy last night about how unsafe that was. I knocked on the door and listened to the footsteps on the other side of the door. Bethy’s car had been at the club when I left so I knew Blaire was alone. Just thinking about having sometime alone with her made me smile.

The door opened and a ‘just crawled out of bed’ Blaire stood on the other side holding a donut. The blush on her cheeks was adorable. The tiny little tank top barely covering up those big beautiful tits of hers and the little boxer shorts took the adorable and turned her into smoking hot.

I walked inside and closed the door behind me. “Dayum baby,” I whispered as I backed her into the sofa. “Please don’t ever answer the door looking like this again.”

She looked down and then a smile tugged on her lips. “They keep getting bigger. I think it’s because of the pregnancy,” she said in way of explanation. “I forget they look like this.”

I wrapped a lock of her hair around my finger. “Not just the tiny tank top but this sexy just got out of bed hair and,” I slid my hand down over her barely covered up ass, “this needs more covering up too.”

“People don’t normally stop by in the mornings.” Blaire sounded out of breath. I liked knowing I was getting to her.

“Good,” I replied. “How did your bed sleep?” I asked before taking a nip at her earlobe.

“Uh… I uh… sleeps good,” she sounded nervous. I pulled back and looked down at her. Why did she sound nervous?

“Only good?” I asked, watching as her cheeks turned bright red.

Blaire shifted her feet and looked down at the floor. “Pregnant dreams can be um… intense.”

“Pregnant dreams? What do you mean?” I was curious now. The fact her entire face was a bright red and she looked ready to crawl under the table and hide from me only made me want to know more.

She started to move and I grabbed her hips and kept her pinned between me and the sofa. “Oh no, you don’t. You can’t tell me things like that and not explain.”

Blaire let out a short unsure laugh and shook her head. “You can keep me here all day but I’m not telling you.”

I slipped my hands under her shirt and started to tickle her ribcage. I tried really hard not to focus on the perfectly plump tits just within my reach. I didn’t want Blaire to think I only cared about sex with her. So far I’d made our relationship about sex. I wanted to prove to her it was more than that. Even if I was taking cold showers and jerking off thinking about how sweet she’d tasted the other day.

Blaire giggled and squirmed as I tickled her. “Stop!” she squealed and pushed against me. When she tried to squirm away from me my hand slid up and grazed her left breast causing her to freeze. A small sound came from her throat that sounded really close to a moan. I brushed the pad of my thumb over her nipple and she pressed against me. Fuck the no sex thing. How was I supposed to ignore this?

“Please, Rush. I need you to,” she begged.

She needed me to? Wait… were her dreams… “Blaire, baby, are your dreams about sex?”