Fallen Too Far

There was that sister thing again. Why had Grant told me that Rush had no siblings? Nan was obviously his sister.

"I, uh, well, he doesn’t actually claim me as family. I’m just the unwanted relative of his mother’s new husband. I’m actually just here for a couple more weeks until I can move out on my own. I’m not a wanted resident in this house." I forced a smile, hoping Woods would get the picture and let me go.

"There is nothing about you that is unwanted. Even Rush isn’t that damn blind," Woods said closing in on me again as I backed away.

"Come here, Blaire." Rush’s demanding tone came from behind me as a large hand slipped around my arm and pulled me back against him. "I didn’t expect you to come tonight." The warning in his tone told me I had misunderstood his invite. He hadn’t truly meant it.

"I’m sorry. I thought you said I could come," I whispered embarrassed that Woods was hearing this. And others were watching it. The one time I decide to be brave and step out of my shell and this happens.

"I hadn’t expected you to show up dressed like that," he replied with a deadly calm. His eyes were still directed at Woods. What was so wrong with my clothes? My mom had sacrificed for me to have this dress and I’d never gotten to wear it. Sixty dollars was a lot of money for us when she’d bought it. I was sick of this stupid bunch of spoiled brats acting like I was dressed in something repulsive. I loved this dress. I loved these shoes. My parents had been happy and in love once. These shoes were a part of that. Damn them all to hell.

I jerked free of Rush and headed back to the kitchen. If he didn’t want me in here for his friends to laugh at then he should have said so. Instead, he’d made me feel like a fool.

"What is your f**king problem, man?" Woods asked angrily. I didn’t look back. I hoped they got in a fight. I hoped Woods busted Rush’s obnoxiously perfect nose. I doubted it because although Rush was one of them he looked rougher around the edges.

"Blaire, wait," Grant called out and I wanted to ignore him but right now he was the closest thing I had to a friend here. I slowed down when I reached the hallway away from all the onlookers and let Grant catch up to me.

"That wasn’t what you think in there," Grant said, coming up behind me. I wanted to laugh. He was very blinded where his brother was concerned.

"Doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have come. I should have known he hadn’t meant that invitation. I wish he’d just told me to stay in my room like he wanted me to. I don’t understand word games," I snapped and stalked into the kitchen and straight to the pantry.

"He has issues. I’ll give him that but he was protecting you in his weird screwed up way," Grant said as my hand met the cold brass handle on the pantry door.

"Keep believing the best in him, Grant. That’s what good brothers do," I replied and jerked the door open and closed it behind me. After a few deep breaths to ease the ache in my chest I went into my room and sank down onto the bed.

Parties were not my thing. That was the second one I’d ever been to and the first one hadn’t been much better. Actually it was probably worse. I’d gone to surprise Cain and I’d been the one surprised. He’d been in Jamie Kirkman’s bedroom with her naked breast in his mouth. They hadn’t been having sex but they were definitely working their way up to it. I’d closed the door quietly behind me and left through the back door. Some people saw me and knew what I’d walked into. Cain had shown up at my house an hour later begging me to forgive him and crying while on his knees.

I’d loved him since I was thirteen years old and he’d given me my first kiss. I couldn’t hate him. I just let him go. That was the end of our relationship. I eased his conscience and we had remained friends. Sometimes he had broken down and told me he loved me and wanted me back but for the most part he had a different girl in the back of his mustang every weekend. I was just a childhood memory.

Tonight no one had betrayed me. I’d just been humiliated. Reaching down I slipped off my mother’s shoes and placed them safely back in the box she’d always kept them in. Then I put them back into my suitcase. I shouldn’t have worn those tonight. The next time I wore her shoes would be special. It would be for someone special.

The same went for this dress. When I put it back on I would wear it for someone who loved me and thought I was beautiful. The price tag on my dress wouldn’t matter. I reached up to unzip it when the door opened and the small doorway was filled with Rush. A very angry Rush.

He didn’t say anything and I let my hands fall back to my side. I wouldn’t be taking my dress off just yet. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He was too much for this small room. I had to back up and sit down on the bed so that he could fit without us touching.

"How do you know Woods?" he snarled.

Confused, I stared up at him and wondered why he didn’t like me knowing Woods. Weren’t they friends? Was that it? He didn’t want me around his friends. "His dad owns the country club. He golfs. I serve him drinks."

"Why did you wear that?" he asked in a cold hard voice.

That was the last straw. I stood back up then inched higher on my tiptoes so that I was in his face. "Because my mother bought it for me to wear. I was stood up and never got the chance. Tonight you invited me and I wanted to fit in. So I wore the nicest thing I had. I’m sorry that it wasn’t quite nice enough. You know what though? I don’t give a shit. You and your uppity spoiled friends all need to get over yourselves."

I pushed his chest with my finger and glared at him daring him to say one more word about my dress.

Rush opened his mouth then closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. "Fuck!" he growled. Then his eyes flew open and his hands were suddenly in my hair and his mouth was on mine. I didn’t know how to react. His lips were soft but demanding as he licked and bit my bottom lip. Then he pulled my top lip into his mouth and sucked gently. "I’ve been wanting to taste this sweet plump lip since you walked into my living room," he murmured before slipping his tongue into my mouth as I gasped at his words. He tasted like mint and something rich. My knees went weak and I reached up to grab his shoulders to hold myself steady. Then his tongue caressed mine as if asking me to join him. I took a small swipe of his mouth and then bit down gently on his lower lip. A small groan came from his throat and the next thing I knew I was being lowered onto the small bed behind me.