Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)(49)

“It’s moving along a little better now. Each day the words are coming a little faster, and the characters are really taking on more of their personalities.”

“That’s great. I often find it hardest to start a painting, but once I get going, I get into a groove and finish pretty fast.”

“I hope that’s the case for me. I have a looming deadline.”

Mom pointed to me. “My son, on the other hand, can start a painting faster than anyone I’ve ever met. Yet he never finishes any of them.”

Gia’s head whipped to me. “You paint?”

I shrugged. “I used to. But haven’t painted in years. Found I was better at finishing a piece on a person’s skin than I was on canvas though.”

“I don’t know why I never put two and two together. Your mom is an artist and you used to do tattoos. Of course you must be a talented painter. Do you have any of your old artwork?”

“In a closet somewhere.”

“I’d love to see them.”

Mom looked between us. “Umm. Rush’s art is a little different than mine.”

“How so?”

I glanced over at Mom. “I don’t paint landscapes.”

“Well. Now you have me curious.”

“Jeff paints as well,” Mom said.

“Not much anymore,” Jeff added. “I bought the gallery fifteen years ago as my retirement from painting. But every once in a while, I still get inspired and sit down in front of the old canvas. Though these days, I’m a bit rusty.”

“Jeff’s being modest.” Mom gushed. Something I only ever saw her do when she spoke about me. “He’s an amazing painter. One of his paintings was on exhibit at the gallery today.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“It was called Ink Splatter.”

My eyes jumped to Gia’s, and we both lifted our drinks to our mouths in an attempt to hide our smirks.

After dinner and coffee, which was a fuck of a lot less painful to share with the guy my mother is dating than I thought it would be, we headed out to the parking lot. Mom and Gia spent a few minutes talking, and Mom promised she would come out for a long weekend before the end of the summer.

Jeff looked me in the eye and gave a firm handshake. “Your mother is a special woman. Your opinion means the world to her. I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe I could come out for a round of golf one weekend.”

“Sure. I’m not that great at golf though. I basically whack the ball as far as I can to try and reach the longest distance.”

Jeff smiled. “Good. I suck at it, too. Driving range for an hour, longest drive doesn’t have to pay for the beers afterward?”

“Now you’re talking.” Maybe Grandpa wasn’t so bad after all.

The ride home felt like it took forever because I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Gia alone. I still didn’t think we should seal the deal, but there was no fucking way we were calling it a night without fooling around at least.

I pulled off the expressway and into our neighborhood. “You need anything from your place?”

Her lips slid into an adorable smirk. “That’s a bit presumptuous of you, isn’t it? You’re assuming I’m coming home with you and staying the night?”

“You bet your ass I am. I’ve been a perfect gentleman all night. That shit stays at the door when we get to my house. I’m going to do filthy things to your body, and you’re gonna love it.”

She swallowed. “Jesus, Rush.”

“I prefer to be called God, as in Oh God. Oh God.”

“You’re such a jerk.”

“True. But do you need anything from your house because I need to make a left at the light if you do.”

“No. I’m good.”

I side glanced at her. “No pills or anything?”

“Pills?” She was confused what I meant at first, but then it hit her. “Oh! No. I’m not on the pill anymore. I stopped taking them over a year ago since I wasn’t…you know, active anymore. But I guess I should get back on them.”

Another reason to take things slow. The last thing I needed was to fuck this girl’s life up just as she’s getting started by knocking her up. And I was pretty certain that when I finally got inside of her, I was gonna shoot such a big load that I’d fill up a condom and that shit would spill over into her.

“If you don’t mind taking them, it would be safer that way.”

“No, I don’t mind. Plus, then we can…”

“Fuck bareback?”

She blushed. “I was gonna say make love without having to stop and put on a condom. But yeah.”

My cock swelled at the thought of being inside her bare. I stepped on the gas to get the rest of the way home and practically ran us to the front door. Tossing my keys on the table inside, I said, “Make yourself comfortable. I need to take a quick shower.”

She grabbed my hand before I could run off. “Want company?”

I groaned. “You’re killing me.”





My nerves started to get the best of me when I heard the shower water turn off. I’d stripped out of all my clothes, rubbed oil all over my breasts, and perched myself on the corner of the bed while I waited for Rush. This would be my first experience having a man slide himself in and out of my cleavage, and I wasn’t quite sure what position might work best. Something told me that Rush knew exactly how he’d like it to go down since he seemed to have fantasized about doing it to me before.