3. Blair
CHAPTER 3
Blair
I freeze. How do I even begin to answer that? I'm filled with hope, a feeling that I've been carrying around for years as a silent weight in my heart, now suddenly exposed. The alcohol has hit and before I can stop myself I blurt it out. “Are you that blind?” My words come out more accusatory than I intended, but there's no going back now.
He cocks his head back. “What do you mean?” There's a hint of confusion in his voice, or maybe it's just a ruse to mask his own feelings.
I want to snap my fingers and wake him up. Hello? I've been in love with you for years, dumbass. How haven't you noticed? But I don't. Instead, I ask the waitress for the check and pull up the app to get a cab. I definitely cannot drive home in this condition.
He grabs my phone from my hand. “What are you doing? You are not riding with some stranger like this. I'll get us one and you can stay at my place.”
Excitement rushes through me at the thought of being alone with him at his apartment. “I'm not staying with you. That's not a good idea.” Even though, all the scenarios of things that can go absolute right are running through my head.
He takes his finger and tilts my chin so I'm looking right into his eyes. “You don't get to drop a bomb like that and then leave. And your brother would kill me if I let you leave with a stranger.”
My heart races as I stare into his eyes, searching for any hint of reciprocation. I want to look away, to break this spell before I do something stupid, but I can't. His touch on my chin is melting my core. I’ve always wondered how good his hands would feel on my body, and god…
“Fine,"“I concede. “But we're just going to talk, okay?”
He nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Of course. Just talk.”
He hands me back my phone and orders a cab on his. We settle the bill and he opens the door for me and lets me slide in before he takes up the rest of the backseat. I put my seatbelt on and when the driver takes off, Vance’s hand rests on my exposed thigh. I bite my lip because naughty things pop into my mind. I fight them and try not to let him know it affects me, but when I peek over at him, he has a gigantic grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
The ride to his apartment is silent and messes with my head. Maybe Vance is going to take me back to his apartment, sit me down, and explain that this can never go anywhere.
We pull up to his complex and he thanks the driver before taking my hand and helping me out of the car. But he doesn’t stop there, then his hand moves to the small of my back as we walk up to his apartment. I never want his hand to leave. But it does, when he fumbles for his keys.
As we enter his apartment, I'm hit with a wave of familiarity. How many times have I been here, laughing, talking, pretending that my feelings were nothing more than friendship? But tonight is different.
He gestures for me to sit on the couch, and I do. He disappears into the kitchen, returning moments later with two glasses of water.
“So,” he says, settling beside me, closer than usual. “You want to tell me what you meant back there?”
I take a sip of water, buying time. My liquid courage is fading, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. But I've come this far. There's no turning back now. "I meant exactly what I said," I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. "I've been in love with you for years. But I understand why you don’t feel the same way. I’m not your type.”
He moves even closer. “And what exactly do you think is my type?”
Of course he’s going to put me on the spot. “I don’t know. Skinny. Blonde.”
He laughs, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Is that what you think?” He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “You couldn't be more wrong.”
My breath catches in my throat. Is he saying what I think he's saying?
“You want to know my type?” he continues, his voice low and husky. “Smart. Funny. Kind. Beautiful inside and out.” He reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You.”
“But… all those other girls,” I stammer, my mind reeling.
He rakes his hand through his hair. “I thought I could forget about you. I thought if I dated other people, these feelings would go away. But they never did.”
His confession hangs in the air. Holy fucking shit.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I didn't think you saw me that way. I thought I was just your brother's annoying friend.”
I can't help but laugh at that. “Annoying? Maybe sometimes. But mostly...” I trail off, suddenly shy.
“Mostly what?” he prompts, leaning in closer.
I take a deep breath. “Mostly irresistible.”
His eyes darken. “Irresistible, huh?” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to my lips.
I nod, unable to form words. We're so close now, I can feel his breath on my face.
“So,” he says softly, “if I were to kiss you right now...”
I don't let him finish. I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. For a moment, he's still, and I worry I've made a terrible mistake. But then his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and he's kissing me back with a passion that takes my breath away. His hands cups my face, his finger skimming my cheekbone.
“Fuck, we’ve wasted so much time,” he says.
Vance’s eyes darken and I know when we wake up tomorrow, things will be different, but I might not get this chance again. I move on top of him, straddling his legs, my dress dress is inching up my thighs, and if he looks close enough, he can probably see my black lace panties. “Let’s not waste anymore tonight.”
He ravages me, starting with my neck, moving the straps off my shoulders as he does, and then my chest. When he pulls the dress down to reveal my black lace bra, he nips at my nipple through the fabric. “I’ve always wanted these in my mouth. Tonight I’m going to taste every inch of you, Blair.” He reaches behind and unclasps my bra, my breasts bouncing free and when takes my nipple into his mouth, I throw my head back and how utterly amazing it feels to have his mouth on me. He puts his hand under my ass and lays me down on the couch, pulling the dress down further so he can kiss his way down my body, and when he gets to my waist, he pulls the dress all the way off and smiles. “I hope you aren’t in love with these.” He rips them right off of me and spreads me open. “Can I taste you?”
I nod, and he wastes no time, diving in and exploring every inch with his tongue. My back arches off the couch and I tangle my fingers in his hair. Holy fuck! Why did we wait so long? He sucks on my clit, and right before I’m about to come, he pulls away, leaving me wanting so much more.
He stands up, dropping his pants and boxers. “Get on your knees,” he commands.
I obey, having dreamt about having his cock in my mouth on numerous occasions. It’s massive and thick, and I can’t fucking wait. I open my mouth and hold out my tongue. Vance grabs my head and brings it to touch my tongue. I take him in, swirling my tongue around his cock as he groans. “Fuck. I change my mind. I need you.”
He pulls his cock out my mouth, lifts me up and pushes me against the wall, arching my leg on his hip and pushing into me. I cry out as he pounds into me, again and again, searching for a release. He takes his thumb and rubs my clit in circles, throwing me over the fucking edge. “I’m going to come.”
He takes both my hands and holds them above my head. “Relax and let go for me, baby. Take all of me.” Vance’s eyes darken at least three shades and I clench against him, crying out his name and some other obscene words and he gets his release.
After a few seconds, he kisses me and then releases my hands. He goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth and takes it between my legs. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up.”
It’s the first time a man has ever done that. Normally, I just jump into the shower. “Oh, okay.”
Once he’s done, he walks back into another room. “Listen, I know this night has taken a turn…”
Vance strolls back into the room and I take just a second to admire how fucking amazing the man looks with no clothes on. I should have taken the time to touch every curve of his body while I had the chance.
“I know we have a lot to talk about… but right now I’m exhausted and so are you. Let’s lay down and we can talk in the morning.”
I nod and take a seat on the couch waiting for him to bring me a blanket. He laughs. “Uh, definitely fucking not.” He scoops me up in his arms, causing me to squeal and then takes into his bedroom. “You are sleeping in my arms tonight. In case our talk tomorrow doesn’t go well.”
He slides in next to me, pulling the covers over us both. For a moment, we just lie there, facing each other, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. I'm hyper-aware of every point where our bodies touch - his legs tangled with mine, his arm draped over my waist.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, his thumb tracing circles on my hip.
I nod, unable to find my voice. I'm more than okay - I'm elated, terrified, and overwhelmed all at once.
He pulls me closer, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It's soothing, and I feel myself starting to relax.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmurs into my hair. “I've wanted this for so long.”
I tilt my head up to look at him. “Me too,” I admit. “I just never thought...”
He silences me with a soft kiss. “We've both been idiots,” he says with a chuckle. “But we're here now.”
I smile, snuggling closer to him. “Yeah, we are.”
As I start to drift off, wrapped in Vance's arms, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will we regret this in the morning? Will my brother freak out? But for now, in this moment, everything feels perfect.