Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)(39)

Fuck me.

I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for the creamy sunscreen and squeezed enough into my hand to cover a large person’s full body and then began to rub it into her ass cheeks. She had the most unique heart-shaped mole on her left side that was perfectly symmetrical. I ran my fingertips over it. When I trailed a pool of lotion to the top of her ass crack, and slowly rubbed it in tracing the material of her bathing suit in between her cheeks, she let out a low moan.

More. Make more sounds like that.

All I could think about was how I wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind. I wanted to mark every inch of the perfect skin on her shoulders with my teeth while I tunneled so far inside of her that I’d never come out again. My heart raced out of control when she took a step back and pressed her body against mine. But…I didn’t want it this way. She wasn’t some fuck you bent over in the yard before giving the neighbors a good show.

“Gia…” My voice shook while I tried to stop what was two seconds away from happening.”

Luckily, a woman’s voice broke through the haze of lust that mine couldn’t crack. Only it wasn’t Gia’s. Turning my head in a fog, I realized it was her roommate, Riley, who worked for me.

Fuck.

“Uh. Sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was with you,” she yelled.

On instinct, I jumped back.

Riley disappeared into the house, and in the seconds that it took Gia to turn around, I snapped myself out of it.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “You ready to rub the rest in?”

“I gotta go.” It was the third time I’d said it, but this time I meant it. I practically tripped over the bottle of sunscreen at my feet trying to get the fuck out of there.

Gia yelled, “Rush. Wait.”

But I didn’t stop until I was inside of my car. I had no idea why I was running away like a coward, but it felt like I was doing Gia a favor.





Another day wasted. No writing. No plotting. Nothing accomplished.

And I had a burn on my ass from the hours I’d spent lying on my stomach waiting for Rush to walk into the yard. I’d never worn a thong bathing suit in my life. Which was why my sun-virgin ass cheeks felt like they were on fire.

When Rush showed up this morning, I’d snuck into Riley’s room and grabbed one of her skimpy suits. I still couldn’t believe I’d had the nerve to wear the thing—it barely covered my breasts and exposed my entire ass.

But not even practically throwing myself at him naked worked. It made me feel depressed and more than a little angry. Riley noticed and came to sit with me on the couch.

“Spill your guts, four eyes.”

I switched sitting positions for the millionth time today, leaning more on my left hip than the burn, and pushed my glasses up onto my head. “I have no idea how you wear that bathing suit. My ass is fried to a crisp.”

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not avoiding this conversation anymore by blaming your depressing face on a burned ass.”

“What do you mean?”

She shot me a look that said no more bullshitting me. “What’s going on with you and the boss? I saw him out there with you this morning, rubbing lotion into your ass. It looked like he was about to squirt a different cream on you.”

“He came over to fix my car. I practically threw myself at him. Again. But nothing happened.”

“I honestly have no idea what you see in him. Well, aside from the obvious—that he’s fucking hot. But he’s such a douche.”

I shook my head. “He’s not really. Not once you get to know him. I think it’s his way of keeping people at a distance. He definitely doesn’t let people in easily.”

“But he let you in?”

“I think so, yes. We have a connection. I know he’s attracted to me. And I’m most definitely attracted to him. But it’s more than that. Although none of that does me any good because he won’t let anything happen between us physically, no matter how hard I try. I don’t get it.”

Riley pointed a finger. “You just answered your own question.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said you two have a connection that’s more than physical.”

“So?”

“That’s the problem.”

“I’m not following.”

“A guy like Rush is a love ’em and leave ’em type of guy. I’ve worked at The Heights for three years. He has a certain type that he goes out with.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Whorey. I’ve seen a few stop in.”

“There’s a reason he only gets involved with a certain type of woman.”

“What is it?”

Riley laughed. “I don’t know. But you probably do if you’ve gotten close like you said.” She shrugged. “Maybe an ex burned him.”

“I don’t think he’s had any long-term relationships.”

“Okay.” She tapped her finger to her lip. “It’s not a relationship that someone is usually afraid of, it’s a bad relationship. And that usually comes from something in their life, like an ex. But maybe it’s something different.”

His father.

And how his father treated his mother. That could’ve given him a negative outlook for sure. But I didn’t want to discuss Rush’s private business with Riley, even though I considered her a good friend.