Rebel Heir (Rush Series Duet #1)(63)

“I think I know just what you need,” she said, dropping to her knees.

She began to unzip my jeans as she licked her lips readying to give me head.

I froze.

Taking my cock into her hand, she leaned in to take me into her mouth when I yanked on the back of her hair just before her lips were able to make contact with my skin.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I let her go and zipped up my pants.

She stood up and glared at me. “What the fuck is going on with you, Rush? Seriously. You’re the one who texted me. What kind of a game are you playing?”

I knew between tonight and the last time I stood her up, if I walked out that door, I could pretty much kiss any hope of meaningless sex in the future with Everly goodbye. That fact didn’t mean shit to me…so off I went.

I just couldn’t go through with it.

This wasn’t a need for sex. This was a test. And I’d fucking failed.

Stopping in the doorway, I finally apologized. “I’m sorry.”

“Get the fuck out. And don’t even think about ever calling or texting me again.” She slammed the door in my face.

Her words didn’t faze me as I walked back out and got into my car. I didn’t start it right away, just stayed there staring out at the desolate street.

My behavior tonight blew me away.

Unlike the ride to Everly’s, I was driving back at a slower than average speed. That was probably because a part of me knew I wasn’t headed home.

After I parked, I must have sat in my car for over thirty minutes deciding whether or not to ring her doorbell.

What the fuck are you doing, Rush?

Why are you here?

My phone chimed.



Gia: Is there any reason why you’re parked outside of my house?



Rush: Stakeout?



Gia: Not buying it.



Rush: Pizza delivery?



Gia: My pizza must be awfully cold then.



Rush: I don’t know what I’m doing here.



Gia: Do you want to come in?



Rush: Yes.



Gia: But you won’t…



Rush: I don’t think I should.



Gia: Okay.



Despite my words, a few moments later, I was at the door knocking.

Gia opened, wearing a thin, white nightgown that showed off her enormous nipples. I had to pry my eyes upward because all I wanted to do was lift the material up and suck on them so badly.

It was quiet in the house as I looked around. “Where are your roommates?”

“Every one of them either is out or working. That rarely happens. I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.”

This wasn’t good. I really needed to leave.

She surprised me when she said, “Will you have some ice cream with me?”

“Ice cream…”

“Yeah.” She smiled, and I just melted at the sight of it.

Seemed innocent enough.

“Depends on the flavor,” I teased.

“Chunky Monkey…kind of like I’m gonna look in a few months?”

That thought should have turned me off, maybe, but it had the opposite effect. I loved her new curves and the idea of more. My affinity for her body only made my situation all that much harder.

“That’s my favorite flavor,” I said.

We sat in the living room, quietly eating out of the same container of Ben & Jerry’s.

She finally said, “Everyone was talking about your outburst earlier, how you threw those two guys out and then how you just left The Heights without saying anything to anyone.”

My mouth was full of ice cream. “Well, let them talk. I don’t care. I still stand by what I did. Those pricks had no place hovering around you like that.”

“Where did you go when you left?”

When I stopped eating and didn’t say anything, she drew her own conclusion. Maybe my guilt was obvious.

A look of worry flashed across her face. “You went to see a woman?” When I didn’t answer, she became more insistent. “Answer me.”

I still didn’t want to admit my stupidity tonight.

She continued to push, “You had sex with someone tonight?”

“No.” It came out louder than I’d intended.

“Then where were you?”

I didn’t want to lie to her.

“I tried to hook up with someone. I wanted to forget—forget about what happened at The Heights, forget about you.”

I hadn’t meant to be so blunt. But she wanted the truth. That was it.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. It fucking killed me that I was upsetting her. Why did I tell her the truth?

“But I couldn’t, Gia.”

“Why not? You might as well. It’s not like you owe me anything. You should be out having a fuckfest right now. You made your decision when it comes to me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s the truth!”

“Just because I can’t be with you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. And it doesn’t mean I’m ready to move on, as much as I wish I could. Staying away from you is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do.”