Blindsided (Virginia Bluebloods Book 1)

by BJ Wane

  "Eve," Nate said, putting his hand over hers when she hesitated, "you know you want to. Trust me to give you what you need." He was asking a lot given their limited time together, so he gave her a little more incentive. She was facing the horse, away from her well-meaning friends, and he wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, pulling her back against him until her ass came into contact with his semi-hard cock. And there it was, that sound that had been eating at him for two weeks, her soft gasp ending with that catch in her throat that turned his hardening cock into a steel rod. Bending to her ear with a light rasp of his thumb over one nipple, he whispered, "You remember, don't you, what I can do for you?"

  Eve shuddered in his arms as she felt her nipple pucker from that brief touch, her pussy swell and dampen from the feel of his hard dick pushing against her buttocks. She lost the fight before it had even begun. She wanted the ride he promised and the pleasure he hinted at too much to let a little thing like common sense sway her decision.

  "Yes," she answered in a shaken voice before adding, "I mean, yes, I'll ride with you."

  Chuckling, Nate stepped back, murmuring, "I know exactly what you meant, sugar. Let's get going then." Taking her hand again, he led her around to the other side of the horse where he guided her foot into the much higher stirrup and boosted her up. Moving fast so she wouldn't change her mind, he swung up behind her and reached around her to take the reins Carl was handing him.

  "You sure you want to do this, Eve?" Carl asked with a worried frown.

  "Weston Montgomery owns this place and can vouch for me if you can't take Eve's word for it," he stated, his tone frigid, not liking the distrust both men were showing towards him. It was obvious they were wondering if he had an ulterior motive which, of course, he did. He didn't think it wise to tell them it was one of pleasure.

  "Carl, Mark, please, I want to do this." Eve was surer of that now than before. It felt so good to be pressed back against that muscled chest and feel the shifting of his thick thighs against her own thighs. What harm could one more hour with this man do? "Why don't you go on? I'll get a cab when we're done."

  Nate forestalled their protest by raising his hand, stating with implacable authority, "I'll bring her home. Look for her in about two hours. Now, if you'll excuse us, gentlemen."

  Ignoring the way Eve's body tightened at his announcement and the disapproval from her over-protective guardians, Nate nudged Smokey and led him out of the stables, steering him towards the trails.

  Chapter Four

  "Relax," Nate murmured in her ear, his arm tightening around her waist.

  Surrounded by his muscled strength, Eve gave in and leaned back against him. When Carl had told her Nate was watching her riding lesson last week, a thrill of surprised pleasure swept through her. But when he left without a word, it was a jarring reminder men like him weren't for women like her. It took effort, but she'd put him aside this past week, even slept the night through without dreaming of their night together and the explosive orgasms he had shown her were possible with the right partner. She'd even convinced herself she was content with her life. She had her music, her students and her friends, and had gotten up the nerve to step out of her comfort zone and attempt activities she had been too fearful of trying in the last twelve years.

  All of which fell to the wayside and made a liar of her when she heard Nate's low southern drawl whispering in her ear, felt his cock pressing against her and a tantalizing, small caress over her nipple. The lure of what he was hinting at was too tempting to deny outright. What harm could one more hour in his company do? The lull from the rocking of their bodies in tune with Smokey's slow walk coupled with the feel of the sun on her face helped relax her, made her lower her guard a fraction.

  "What's it like?" she asked after a few moments of silence.

  "What's what like?"

  "The landscape. Is it still as green as I remember this time of year being? Are there many trees, any lakes where we're headed?" Eve could tell they had moved from the even ground of the corral to a rougher path. "We're on a riding trail, right?"

  Nate roused himself from his thoughts of how to give Eve a climax without toppling them both from the horse to look around the scenery he'd seen hundreds of times. Her wistful tone made him realize the scope of Eve's disability, the things he took for granted every day that she lived without seeing. Her question answered one of his own; she wasn't born blind. Gazing across the meadow spread out to their left, he noticed for the first time the myriad of colorful wildflowers that blanketed the field of green, the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches of white birches that were lining the path they were on and the majestic rise of the Appalachians into a cloudless, azure sky off in the distance.

  "Yes, it's pretty," he said, his answer slow as he formulated his thoughts. "It's a little early yet for the leaves to turn so everything is still green."

  "We've just entered the woods." The warmth from the sun disappeared and her bare arms chilled from the cover, but she was far from cold. The heat of Nate's chest against her back and the feel of his cock jerking every time her butt shifted against his crotch sent heat radiating throughout her body. She was discovering her responses to Nate two weeks ago weren't a fluke, a one-time thing aided by the eroticism of fucking a stranger. That was going to make it difficult when they parted this afternoon.

  "Yes. This path is short and will come out on another field surrounding a small lake. It'll be a good place to let Smokey out and give you that ride I promised."

  Eve kept her misgivings about what he planned to herself, refusing to back out when she was close to experiencing what she'd been aiming for. Her thoughts diverted from the ride when he slipped his hand beneath her shirt, the feel of his large palm on her bare stomach making her jerk in sudden remembrance of his promise to give her what she needed.

  "Nate?" She turned her face up to his in question. They were outside on a public trail. What exactly was he thinking?

  "Eve." Nate caressed the soft skin of her waist then moved up, breathing a sigh of relief when he found the front clasp of her bra. Needing to keep her off balance, he released the clasp and cupped her right breast, the puckered nipple stabbing into his palm and making him shift his hips just as she was doing. "You're just as soft and just as responsive as I remember."

  "Oh, God," Eve moaned when he rolled her aching bud between his fingers, the slight tug of discomfort just as erotic and exciting as she recalled. "We… we probably shouldn't. You have to control the horse." Nate's deep chuckle did nothing to defuse the heat his pulls on her nipple was generating between her thighs.

  "I can control you and Smokey, Eve. You don't have to worry about that. You don't have to do anything but feel… and enjoy."

  His switch from nipple rolls and tugs to kneading her soft flesh with tight squeezes before giving her nipple a sharp pinch made her gasp. Tightening her hands on his forearm, she fought to maintain her equilibrium.

  Eve felt Nate give Smokey a nudge with his knees at the same time as he switched to torment her left nipple with the same twists and pulls that had left her right one throbbing for more and her sheath gushing in arousal. The sudden jarring from the horse's gait going from a sedate walk to a trot made her pelvis bounce harder against the leather saddle, the quick, jolting pressure sending her senses screaming towards an uncontrollable response. Her nipples throbbed, an erotic pulse reciprocated in her pussy, both reactions surprising Eve with the intensity of her arousal.

  "Nate!" she cried out in panicked awareness as they burst out of the cooler confines of the woods into the open sunshine.

  "Go with it, Eve," Nate demanded, shocked at how fast she aroused to this point from just nipple stimulation.

  Eve felt him giving Smokey another nudge, sending the horse into a fast gallop, his gait just short of a full out run. Keeping hold of the reins, Nate somehow managed to position his wrist where her mound rubbed against it each time she bounced, his other hand now alternating between her nipp
les.

  The sudden bombardment of sensation and the wind on her face from the wild ride, gave Eve her first experience at true freedom in twelve long years; the pussy clutching touches of Nate's hand and fingers moving back and forth over her breasts, the variation of pulls, pinches and caresses along with the pressure against her crotch from his wrist sending her into a maelstrom of ecstasy she had only achieved with this man. She felt her eyes water with unshed tears just as her climax exploded and filled her with the incredible pleasure she remembered so well.

  She didn't know how long it was before Nate slowed the horse down to a trot then a walk, but it wasn't enough time for her to get her composure back before he was unzipping her jeans and lifting her with one arm under her breasts. "Oh, God, Nate, I don't think…" Her voice trailed off on a gasp as he held her suspended, sinking two fingers into her still spasming sheath, thrusting deep with repeated strokes until she spiraled out of control with another orgasm. Her fogged mind registered there might be other riders around, but that possibility seemed to increase her response.

  Through the vague fog clouding her senses, Eve heard him cursing behind her as he lowered her back down. With a guttural, crude epithet, he whipped her glasses off, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to him, unable to stem the flow of tears brought on from the stunning release of both the ride and the orgasms.

  "Christ, Eve, I'm sorry." Nate looked into her stunned, drenched green eyes wondering if she'd ever forgive him for his horrible fuckup. He hadn't meant to scare her, but what the hell did he know about how to go about giving her what she wanted?

  The torment in his voice didn't register as her body kept shuddering from the impact on her starved senses from the exhilarating ride and her susceptibility to this man. Cringing away from him, she wondered what he must think of her. She couldn't seem to stop the flow of silent tears and wasn't sure herself if they were tears of joy or mortification. Her response to him was unexplainable. He could never understand what that ride meant to her, and she hated how vulnerable she now felt because of it.

  "I'd like to go back now. Please."

  Nate handed her her glasses, clenching his jaw when she slipped them back on and wiped her cheeks with shaking hands. Her body was stiff, her posture ramrod straight instead of pliant and relaxed against him. He didn't know if it was the ride or her sexual response scaring her, but it was apparent he'd done something wrong.

  They made the ride back to the stables in silence and after he dismounted, she refused to even let him help her down. "Fuck that," Nate muttered, grabbing her waist as she was sliding off. "You're too stubborn for your own good."

  "You're right." Eve had no trouble agreeing with him, or stepping away from him as soon as her feet touched ground. "Thank you for the ride. I'm calling a cab, so you don't have to wait around."

  The closed expression on her face told him arguing wouldn't do any good. "I'll wait out front with you until it gets here."

  ***

  Nate wasn't used to living with a guilty conscience, especially where women were concerned, yet the following week his conscience ate at him with deep, painful bites. He had spent his adult life fending off female acquaintances' ulterior motives for wanting to be involved with him and had no experience with a woman who wanted nothing more to do with him after a night of damn satisfying fucking. He knew for a certainty Eve not only enjoyed sex with him that night at the Hampton, but had relished and gotten off on the small doses he had given her of his more dominant preferences. With his experience, he knew when a woman faked an orgasm and knew when she wanted more from him than a night or two of raunchy sex. Eve's responses had been genuine, just as real as her disinterest in him ever since that night.

  Maybe if he hadn't scared the shit out of her with that ride he might have coaxed her into a short affair, one where he could give her what she obviously craved and he could exorcise his own unexplainable cravings for her in return. But she had gotten into that cab last Saturday without another word to him except a quiet, rather resigned thank you. In other words, thanks but don't come near me again. He could think of several women he wouldn't have given a rat's ass if they walked away like that after he fucked them. Wasn't it just his luck to get what he didn't want from a woman he wanted more from?

  No matter how cynical he had become regarding women, how could he not admire her determination and independence that made her go after what she wanted despite her handicap? That admirable grit and sheer determination to seek the pleasures she craved made him want to show her everything she had been missing out on. By the end of yet another week, this one filled with guilt, he could admit it bothered him in an unaccustomed, overprotective, purely masculine way that she had gone to such lengths for sex. He had wanted to show her what she was missing in a safer, more exciting way, combining her craving for adventure with her need for sex, but that backfired on him big time. But he wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet. He made a mistake, but hopefully she'd let him rectify it after he apologized.

  "Damn it, Wes, you have to have an idea how I can get hold of her," Nate snapped into the phone as he paced the plush grey carpet in his penthouse living room Sunday night. Glancing out the floor to ceiling windows at the small twinkling lights of downtown Richmond, he considered strangling one of his best friends out of sheer frustration. "Don't you ask for employment verification in your applications for annual membership to your playground?" Nate, Dec and Fin often teased Wes by calling his sporting complex a playground because of his love of kids and all the extra amenities and programs he offered them.

  "Yes, I do, but Eve didn't want a membership despite the discount it offers. She paid for a day's admittance both times she was here. And before you ask, again, I don't know why she didn't show up yesterday for her riding time. What's the big deal anyway?"

  Nate knew he could tell his friends anything, share any secret or seek advice without ridicule, but he found himself reluctant to let Wes know just how obsessed he had become with Eve after one night of sex. The ride last week, feeling her sweet, tight pussy soaking his fingers as she clamped around them had increased his desire to have her again, to feel that snug sheath gripping his cock instead of his fingers.

  "Look," he sighed in irritation, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I fucked up last week and all I want to do is apologize, okay?"

  There was a moment of silence from the other end, Wes's reply slow in coming. "I know you didn't hurt her feelings intentionally as I'm pretty sure your cynicism towards the fair sex hasn't gotten to the level where you'd insult a blind woman deliberately, so explain."

  Giving in to the inevitable, Nate sank onto his black leather sectional and told Wes how he had thought taking Eve up with him on Smokey and giving her the ride she wanted but would never get by walking around in circles was the way to go. Since the four of them often got together and indulged themselves sexually with willing partners as a group, he didn't think to omit the orgasms he gave Eve along with the jarring ride.

  "From the short time I spent with her, she didn't seem like the type that scares easily. I'd help you if I could, Nate, but I don't know how to get hold of her."

  Nate thanked Wes, hung up and dialed Camille's number even though he knew she wouldn't pass on any personal information. Five minutes later he was wondering if he should just let it be, forget Eve and move on. "Hell," he muttered as he rose and poured himself a scotch. "If it was that fucking easy I'd be in another woman's bed and pussy right now." As he thought, Camille was no help, refusing to divulge anything about Eve. She even refused to ask Eve if he could call her.

  "She wants complete anonymity when she comes to me, and I'm respecting that until she tells me otherwise," she had told him.

  Of course, Nate left off last week's fiasco. He didn't need Camille's disapproval adding to his guilt-ridden conscience. So that left just one option available for any self- respecting, obsessed stalker; the internet. After an hour of research, the one Eve Sawyer he found was employed at
Richmond's school for the blind. That was too much of a coincidence not be her and with a lead to go on, he was determined to look her up tomorrow and hope his apology ended this need to see her again once and for all.

  ***

  "Well done, Joshua. Now tell me what this symbol is." Eve took the ten-year-old's finger and placed it on the next musical symbol on the Braille music sheet. Like literary Braille, music Braille used six dots in varying combinations for reading, but using different combinations. She had not needed the useful aid of music Braille because of her extensive musical background before she was blinded, but she found it an invaluable tool in teaching young blind students with no knowledge of music.

  "It's a clef!"

  The excitement and proud tone in his voice warmed Eve and she gave the boy a hug and praised him. "Very good. It won't be long before we can apply your music reading skills to the keys. Get your bag and I'll see you tomorrow."

  "No you won't, silly," Joshua teased as he reached down, found the strap to his back pack and put his music sheets inside. "You can't see, just like me, so how're you going to see me tomorrow?"

  Eve didn't need the guileless, stark reminder of her dark existence, but wasn't one to get maudlin every time someone pointed out the obvious, especially when they did it with self-directed humor. Being born blind, Joshua had a well-adjusted attitude and outlook Eve sometimes envied. To keep her own outlook on the future more on the positive side than the negative was one incentive that convinced her to give activities such as rock climbing and riding a try again. The times she had gone riding with friends as a teenager and the one time she let Bobby talk her into trying rock climbing with him had been enough to whet her appetite for more, but the results from her head trauma after being thrown from Bobby's car put an abrupt stop to those activities until recently.