Too Far 02 - Never Too Far

has the seasoned pro.”
    I glanced back to see if Blaire was back out here. I didn’t want her hearing this. “Just go sit somewhere else. She’s emotional right now. I don’t want her upset.”
    No one knew she was pregnant yet. I was letting Blaire decide when to tell people.
    “She’s not made of china. She will not break. Does she know you treat her like a damn doll?”
    “Yes, I do. We’re working on that,” Blaire replied as she approached our table and poured more coffee into my cup. “I don’t believe we have officially been introduced. I’m Blaire Wynn.”
    Meg took a quick startled peek at me then turned back to Blaire. “Meg Carter.”
    “It’s nice to finally meet you, Meg. Can I get you something to drink?”
    This was not what I’d been expecting. Not that I didn’t like it, because I did. It meant I was making her feel more secure with me.
    “If I ask for a Diet Coke is he going to take a swing at me?” Meg asked.
    Blaire laughed and shook her head. “No. He’ll be a good boy. I promise.” Then she looked down at me. “You hungry?”
    “I’m good,” I assured her.
    She nodded and headed back to the kitchen.
    “I might just be in love with her a little bit. She’s smoking hot. But then if someone is going to tie you down they’d have to be a complete package.”
    Smiling I took a sip of my coffee. Then looked back at the doorway waiting on Blaire to walk back through. I couldn’t wait to get her sexy little ass home.

    Blaire kept leaning over the seat pressing kisses down my neck and nibbling my ear. It was real damn hard to stay focused on driving back to the house.
    “I’m about ready to pull over and fuck my horny little fiancé if she doesn’t stop,” I warned taking a nip at her bottom lip when she kissed too close to my mouth.
    “That sounds like more of a promise than a threat,” she teased, slipping her
    hand between my legs and cupping my erection.
    “Fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy,” I growled, pressing into her hand.
    “If I suck it can you concentrate enough to drive?” she asked as she started
    unbuttoning my jeans.
    “I’ll more than likely run us into a palm tree but I don’t give a shit at the moment,” I replied as her hand slipped down the front of my underwear.
    Luckily, we wouldn’t have to find out. I pulled into the driveway and slammed the car in park just as Blaire got my pants unzipped. My phone went off for the third time. I’d had it on vibrate and private so it wouldn’t disturb us by flashing up on the screen. My mother had called me earlier while I’d been waiting on Blaire and I wasn’t in the mood to answer it. Once it stopped it started back again. Damn.
    I was going to have to either turn it off or deal with her. Blaire had my cock in her hands so I was thinking that off would work best. Glancing down I noticed an out of town number flashing across my screen. The area code was familiar but I couldn’t place it.
    “Who is it?” Blaire asked.
    “Not sure but they’re determined.”
    Blaire stopped touching me. “Answer it. I’ll be good for a few minutes.”
    I pressed answer. I needed to get rid of them and get my girl inside. But before I could say hello my mother started talking and my world was jerked out from under my feet.

Blaire

    Rush’s face went pale. I grabbed his hand but he didn’t react. He sat there listening to the person on the other line without speaking. The more they talked the whiter he got. My heart was racing. Something terrible had happened. I kept waiting for him to say something. Anything. But he didn’t.
    “I’m on my way,” he said in a flat voice before dropping his phone to his lap and moving his hand from my grasp to grip the steering wheel.
    “What’s wrong, Rush?” I asked more scared now than I had been while he was on the phone.
    “Go inside the house, Blaire. I have to go. Nan’s been in an accident. Some damn sailboat.” He closed his eyes tightly and muttered a curse. “I just need you to get out of the car and go inside. I’ll call you when I can but I have to go, now.”
    “Is she hurt? Can’t I go with you?”
    “NO!” he roared, still looking straight ahead. “You can’t go with me. Why would you even ask that? My sister is in ICU and unresponsive. I need to go to her and I need you to get out of the car.”
    He was hurting and scared. I understood that. But I wanted to be there for him. I loved him and I didn’t want him hurting alone. “Rush,