“Let’s top off your drink,” I told Blaire, pulling her away from my family.
We could be overwhelming. And though she was far from the kind of person to get overwhelmed—at least not in crowds of people she knew—meeting the family was a big deal. I’d always intended to keep it as short as possible. She knew everyone else here. She should enjoy herself. Not stick around and cater to my family.
“All right.” She smiled and waved at my family before heading back inside with me. “They’re nice.”
“They like you.”
She grinned. “Good.”
“And I like you,” I said, squeezing her hand.
“I sure hope so, considering how much time we’ve been spending in your bed.”
I grinned devilishly. “Well, it doesn’t just have to be a bed.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Oh?”
“Trust me?”
“Always.”
Instead of veering into the kitchen, I drew her away from the party. No one else was inside at this moment, as the kids were all eating too much sugar and playing in the pool. So, we entered the bathroom, closing and locking the door.
She laughed. “What are you doing?”
But I didn’t answer with words. I crowded into her space, pushed my hands up into her hair, and crushed our mouths together. She tasted sweet, a mix of the chocolate cake and vanilla buttercream icing. She was every bit as addictive as the sugar.
I walked her backward until her ass hit the countertop. She fisted her hands into my shirt, but she was only wearing her tiny white bikini. I could remove the entire thing off with the pull of two little strings. Just the thought had my cock lengthening in my pants.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips.
I lifted her up onto the countertop and pushed my way between her open legs. She moaned softly as I rubbed hard against her. I smothered the noise with another hard kiss. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I was having her twice a day, every day, and still, I wanted more. I wanted her every second. It wasn’t even that she was mostly naked in a bikini. Though that didn’t fucking hurt anything. It was that she was mine.
My Blaire.
“Campbell,” she gasped. “Do you have a condom?”
I panicked as I realized…I didn’t have a fucking condom on me. Goddamn it. “Fuck.”
She pulled back hard, nearly cracking her head against the mirror. “We can’t…”
“I know,” I reassured her.
“We can’t,” she repeated more firmly.
“I can still get you off,” I growled at her.
Then, I grasped the strings of her bikini and let the material fall away, revealing her pink pussy. All wet and waiting for me.
I tugged her ass off the counter and turned her away from me, bending her over.
She yelped, “Cold, cold, cold,” as her stomach braced against the counter.
Then, I was on my knees behind her. I pressed my mouth against her clit, and she bit back a moan. I spread her ass cheeks wider, so I had better access, and then I went to town. I licked and sucked and circled her clit with my tongue, drawing out each squirm of pleasure. Then, I plunged two fingers deep inside of her. She pushed hard back against me.
“Are you imagining my cock?” I asked, slamming harder inside of her.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Am I going to have to take this pretty pussy hard when I get home tonight, too?”
She whimpered. “Please.”
I returned to her clit, speeding up my movements until I felt her entire body shudder with pleasure. She physically bit her hand to keep from crying out. Her legs went all wobbly, and then she dropped onto the ground with a short laugh.
Her eyes darted up to mine and then lower—to the erection in my shorts.
“You can’t go out like that,” she teased.
“Then, do something about it.”
She came to all fours and crawled a foot toward where I now towered over her. “And what would you like me to do about it?”
“Suck it.”
Blaire rose to her knees and drew my swim trunks down my legs. My cock jerked up toward her mouth, as if begging her right then and there to do as she had been told. She smiled something devious that made pre-come drip from the tip. Blaire Barker on her knees in front of me was every erotic fantasy on replay in my head.
She wrapped her hand around the base and stroked the shaft up and down. Then, she leaned forward and licked the pre-come from the head. I nearly came all over her face right then and there. Just from the way she’d casually laved my cock, as if she had all the time in the world and we weren’t in someone else’s bathroom while an entire party of practically every person we knew in the town stood outside.
“I don’t know if you remember,” she said right before she took the entire head of my cock in her mouth. She drew it out really slow. “But I don’t have a gag reflex.”
I jerked forward toward her mouth. Holy fucking shit. “Fuck, Blaire.”
Then, she took me all the way down. Until her lips were pressed against my body and my cock filled her entire mouth. It took a lot of concentration for me not to come then. I’d been too preoccupied with fucking her and eating out her glorious pussy that I hadn’t even realized that she hadn’t blown me since high school.
And, man, had I been fucking missing out.
She went to work, as if it were her fucking job to get me off. Bobbing up and down and running her tongue along my cock. I wanted to hold on just to watch her go at it longer, but she was a fucking expert. I had one hand in her hair and one gripping the countertop.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered, closing my eyes and just enjoying the ride. “That’s it. Just like that.”
She made a hum of approval, and something in that hum sent me over the edge.
“Fuck.”
Then, I was coming inside of her hot, wet mouth. She held herself in place until I finished, and then she looked up at me and swallowed.
“You are magnificent.” Then, I lifted her to her feet and kissed her. Heedless of the sex on both of our lips. She giggled softly and kissed me back.
We hastily cleaned ourselves up. I was half-ready to throw her over my shoulder and go home to find a condom. But I’d promised her a day out in public. So, I owed her that.
She retied her bathing suit strings in a state of happy delirium. “Should you go out first or me?”
“You,” I told her, kissing her lips one more time.
But then the handle was turned, followed by a knock on the door.
Blaire blushed furiously. “One minute,” she called.
“Well, I guess we’ll go out together.”
She bit her lip and nodded. I unlocked the door and opened it to find myself face-to-face with my dad. He looked flat and if not unhappy, then at least not pleased. Like a parent about to tell you they were so disappointed in you. Well, fuck, this couldn’t be worse timing.
“Campbell, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Sorry. I…”
Blaire pulled the door open a little wider. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she dipped her chin. “Hello, Mr. Abbey.”
My dad looked between me and her. His already-grim expression turned into a full-blown frown. “Hello, Blaire. Do you mind if I have a minute with my son?”
“Of course not,” she said.
She snuck one glance at me before pushing past my dad and out of view. I ran a hand back through my hair. What the fuck was this about?
“You didn’t have to be rude,” I told him.
“I wasn’t rude. I was perfectly nice.”
“You looked like you were going to yell at her.”
“It has nothing to do with her,” he assured me without any reassurance at all. My dad sighed. “I don’t want to have an argument.”
“That’s news to me.”
I wasn’t a kid anymore. I had my own career and my own place and my own life. Then, why did I suddenly feel so small when he looked at me like that?
“What are you doing with Blaire?” my dad finally asked.
“Doing with her? I’m dating her.”
“For how long? You’re going back to LA soon.”
“I know I have to go back, but things are different with Blaire.”
“Different.” He gestured to the bathroom behind us. “This isn’t exactly how you behave on tour and in your myriad of parties in LA? This isn’t how you always treat woman? Love bombing them with fancy dinners and lots of sex and attention and then getting bored?”
I glared right back at him. “I am not love bombing Blaire. And no, this is absolutely nothing like how it is with anyone else but her.”
He shook his head. “You might think that, but have you considered her? That girl is in love with you.”
I opened my mouth to contradict him. She couldn’t be after this little time. It was absurd. But it wasn’t just this little time, was it? It was this and the months we’d spent together in high school. It all blurred together. Wasn’t I falling in love with her?
“You’re going back to LA. And any girl you leave behind will be a wreck. That isn’t fair to her,” he said. “I’m not saying this to come down on you. I’m saying this to protect her. What happens to her when you leave?”
I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t leaving. That I couldn’t leave. That I wanted her above all else. But Blaire wouldn’t want that. Not when my career was everything to me. Music was my very soul, and she was the muse I’d found to burn through it.
But I knew what would happen when I left.
I knew intimately.
It had been raining the night I climbed through her window to tell her I was leaving. I didn’t know why that had stuck with me. But it had.
My Converse were sodden, and when I pulled myself over the ledge, I got dirt on her carpet.
“Ignore it,” Blaire said to me.
She wrapped her arms around me despite the fact that I was dripping wet and leaned up to kiss me. I could admit that I was a bastard and kissed her back. I kissed her hard and rough and desperate. Because I knew it might be the last time she ever kissed me. Ever gave me the time of day. And I wanted her desperately. I just didn’t know how to have everything I’d ever wanted. I had to give something up, and she was what I’d sacrifice to find success.
She tugged on my belt. “Come to bed,” she whispered.
“Blaire, I…”
“Shh,” she breathed, pulling me forward two steps.
She dropped onto the bed and crawled backward, so I could get a look at her. She was just in a long T-shirt. Her bare legs exposed before me.
I wanted to give in more than anything. I wanted to put it off another night. Be here with the girl of my dreams and damn the consequences. But she deserved better than that.
“I can’t tonight,” I forced out.
She sat up and crossed her legs, drawing her shirt over them, suddenly self-conscious. “Why not?”
“I have to tell you something.”
She didn’t move. Barely breathed. “What?”
I took a big enough breath for the both of us.
“I’m leaving.”
“Leaving,” she said flatly.
“I’m moving to LA.”
She swallowed. “When?”
“After graduation.”
“That’s in two weeks.”
“I know. I talked to my aunt who lives in LA. My mom’s sister,” I clarified even though I didn’t need to, but I was rambling because I hated this. “And she said I can stay with her while I look for a job out there.”
“You’re going to go out to LA without a job?”
I kicked at nothing on the carpet. “I want to play music. If I don’t go now, then I’ll never go.”
She said nothing, and when I looked back up at her, tears were in her eyes. She looked away from me, but she was furious, as if she was angry that she couldn’t keep the tears in.
“Blaire…”
“What about us?” she choked out, as if she already knew the answer.
“You know I love you.”
“Then, what. About. Us?” she bit out.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know.”
“I love you, Blaire. I want us to be together, but long-distance when I’m in LA and you’re here at Tech?”
She jumped to her feet and took my hands. Tears were streaming down her face now. “Then, I’ll go with you.”
“What?” I asked, aghast. “No! You can’t go with me. You have to stay here. You’re going to become a psychologist. You’re going to fix all the things that your mom screwed up. You’re going to do beautiful, amazing things.”
“I can do them in LA,” she said even though she had to know that wasn’t true.
“Blaire,” I said, pushing her hair back from her face and swiping at the tears on her cheeks. “I’m leaving. You’re staying.”
“I don’t accept this.”
And to my deepest regret and horror, I hardened. I had to leave. I had to fight for my music. I refused for her to give up on her dreams for my own. “You have to accept it. We’re over.”
Then, I crawled back through her window, sank into my truck, and cried all the tears I couldn’t show her.
“I know what happens when I leave,” I told my dad. “And I’m never going to put her through that.”
“For her sake…I hope you’re right.”