Fallen Too Far (Too Far, #1)(19)

She played right into my hands. “You ’re going down,” she said, and walked away from the girls.

I heard Bethy whisper to Blaire, and I glanced back and saw her staring at me. A smile touched my lips. I couldn’t keep from smiling when I looked at her. I tore my gaze off her and went back to talking to Nan. She was arguing about the driver I had given her.

I liked a cold drink while I played golf, but for the first time ever, I was hoping the drink cart wouldn’t find us again this round.





CHAPTER TWELVE


Bailey was sexy. There was no denying it. She wore her tight, expensive dress well, and the heels she had on did amazing things for her of the night, she pressed against me and made promises with her eyes. When she let me slip my hand up her dress right there in the restaurant and play with her, I knew she was more than aware of why I had called her.

Nan had worried me with her talk about Bailey being a good girl and being worth more than a quick f*ck. Fact was, she was nice. I liked her well enough. She would be great for some guy who wanted that kind of thing. I didn’t. I just wanted to get Blaire Wynn out of my head.

Bailey wrapped her arms around me and started kissing and nibbling my neck as I unlocked the front door. Blaire would be here soon. But I wasn’t taking Bailey up to my room. I glanced at the clock, and I knew I had about thirty minutes. I’d start it in here and then take her out to the beach somewhere dark and hidden. Blaire wouldn’t see us. And I wouldn’t be thinking about how close she was.

“In a hurry?” I asked as the door opened.

Bailey smiled up at me and puckered up her lips. “Maybe. I’ve fantasized about having you inside me, Rush Finlay, for so damn long,” she said, reaching back and unzipping her dress and shoving it down. Her double-Ds fell free, and large brown nipples greeted me. “I want that dirty mouth on me,” she said, pressing her chest out and holding her heavy breasts in her hands. The long, red, perfectly manicured nails pinched her nipples as she backed into the house. “I’ve gotten off so many times thinking about you sucking my nipples and sliding inside of me, harder and harder,” she said in a husky whisper.

I hadn’t been hard, but the suggestive image she was painting was helping to get me very interested. Grabbing her waist, I forced myself to keep my eyes on her. To remember who it was I was with. This was not Blaire. I was with Bailey.

“You want this?” I asked, picking her up so that her nipple was at my mouth and her legs wrapped around my waist. Sticking my tongue out, I flicked her nipple with the tongue ring I’d worn, knowing my mouth would be pleasing a woman tonight.

“Yes, God, yes. Suck it!” she cried out.

I enjoyed the fullness of her breast in my hand as I pulled the hard nipple into my mouth. I opened my eyes frequently to remind myself of who this was. I wasn’t going to use someone else like that again. If I was gonna f*ck her, then I was gonna f*ck her. Just her.

She began rubbing herself on my chest. This one was hot. She was gonna blow fast and several times. Good. I needed several times. I threw her onto the sofa, shoved her dress up around her waist, and buried my face back into her cleavage as she cried out my name.

She didn’t smell sweet like Blaire. Her sounds weren’t soft and sexy. Fuck!

I had to stop this. I shoved her legs apart and slid my hands into her panties. Glancing down at them, I saw they were black. Not pink. They were also lace, not satin. Nothing like Blaire. This wasn’t Blaire.

I slid my fingers inside her, and the wetness pulled me in further. She was ready. More than ready. I was going to exhaust us both.

“Yes, Rush, baby, just like that. Harder. Suck it harder!” she cried out.

I needed her to shut up. This wasn’t helping me, dammit.

“Mmm, yes, please touch me,” she begged.

“Shhh,” I told her, not going near her mouth. I had a thing about mouths. I didn’t trust where they had been. I never kissed easily. Her sounds were all wrong. She was too loud. Too . . . too—

A door slammed, and I froze. Shit. I was off Bailey and standing up instantly. “Cover up, pull your dress down,” I demanded, and I walked out of the room to stop Blaire before she saw anything. I stuck my hand into my pocket when I thought of Bailey’s smell on my fingers.

“She ran out. Whoever it was,” Bailey said from behind me, and I stopped walking.

No. Fuck, no. Not this time. Not now. Hell!

“Who was that?” Bailey asked behind me.

“Get dressed, I’ll take you home,” I told her, and headed for the bathroom where I could wash my hands. Blaire had run out. Why did she run? The last time, she’d gone to her room. This time, she ran out and slammed the door.

It was the kiss. I didn’t kiss. I f*cked. But I’d kissed Blaire. I knew her mouth was clean and sweet. I had wanted it. More.

Always more with her. I always wanted more.

I couldn’t have more.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I headed for the door. I jerked it open, and my heart sank when I noticed that Blaire’s truck was gone. She had been here and left. She’d worked in the sun all day. She had to be exhausted and hungry. She needed to come home and get something to eat. She probably wanted a shower. But she was off doing what? Riding around? She didn’t even have a damn cell phone. Fuck that. I was getting her a phone. She needed a damn phone.