Blindsided (Virginia Bluebloods Book 1)

by BJ Wane

  With a slight lift of her hips, she reached under her skirt and slid off her black bikini panties, wondering what he thought of them when she felt them taken from her hand.

  "Nice, Eve. There's only one thing sexier than black silk covering a woman's pussy and ass and that's having them bare. Pull up your skirt."

  Eve shivered at that dark tone and pulled her skirt up until it cleared her butt and bunched around her hips. She had never felt so exposed, so open or so turned on. The sounds of busy traffic dwindled, replaced with a peaceful quietness that told her they have entered the residential area near her condo. Knowing she was relatively safe from passersby allowed her to relax until Nate gave his next command.

  "Spread your legs and touch yourself. Show me what you like."

  Eve licked her suddenly dry lips, sliding her right hand between her thighs. Damp softness met her fingers, uncertainty and embarrassment preventing her from doing anything else. She wasn't worried about being seen seated as she was, but she never imagined herself masturbating anywhere but in her bed and definitely not with someone else watching.

  "Is that all you do when you masturbate? No wonder you were so desperate you arranged to meet a stranger for sex." As he'd hoped, his sarcasm erased the uncertainty on her face and replaced it with fierce determination.

  "You're a jerk, you know that?" Eve snapped.

  "I know and it's good that you do too. We're only a few blocks from your place and you're about to fail your test, sugar."

  That slow sexy drawl elicited a gush of cream against her fingers and made her determined to turn the tables on him. Scooting down a few inches, she lifted her right foot onto the edge of the seat, letting her knee drop against the door while spreading her left leg wider. The decadent exposure heightened her growing arousal and when she slipped her middle finger between her folds, her pussy clamped around it in immediate pleasure. Without him telling her, she slipped enough buttons open on her blouse to get her left hand inside. Reaching inside her bra, she rolled her nipple and finger fucked herself, taking her time, drawing out the pleasure and, with any hope, Nate's torment.

  Remembering how much she liked it when Nate pinched her nipple, she squeezed the small, hard bud until the erotic pulse turned to a throb. She glided over her swollen, protruding clit until that small hard bundle was throbbing in tune with her nipple. A soft moan escaped her throat when her sheath spasmed in pleasure, the next deep plunge of her finger drawing her moan out even longer. God, she had never been aroused so quickly by her own hand, never felt so out of control or desperate to feel her climax soaking her finger as she was now. Maybe it was the image in her head of Nate watching her that made her ready so fast or maybe she got off on the exhibitionism. Right now, she didn't care why her arousal was so high as much as she did about getting relief from the pulsating ache. She shifted her hips against her marauding hand as the small tremors heralding her climax began, holding her breath, anticipating the pleasure about to consume her.

  Nate found it was difficult to keep his eyes on the road, but he was creeping along at ten miles an hour and there was no traffic on these side streets this time of day. When her damp, black curls came into view, his cock sprung from half-mast into a full blown hard on. He didn't know if she kept herself trimmed or her pubic hair was naturally sparse, but he could detect her pink slit with no problem along with the build-up of moisture along it.

  It was a struggle to keep quiet when she reached inside her blouse and fondled her breast. When her finger emerged from her pussy all slick and shiny he nearly creamed his jeans. Fuck, he swore when she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, a dreamy, aroused look on her pink face. He spotted her address just as her hips lifted to meet her finger thrusts and her breathing escalated. "Stop," he ordered curtly, pulling over in front of her condo.

  Eve's eyes flew open on a startled gasp of indignation. "What?"

  "You heard me, Eve." Nate put the car in park and released his seatbelt. Leaning across the console, he gripped her nape and swallowed her retort with his mouth. Shoving her hand aside, he thrust two fingers into her hot core, his thumb rasping back and forth over her hardened clit. Whatever she had been about to say was replaced with another soft moan, her arms creeping around his shoulders as he plundered both her mouth and pussy with sure, strategically aimed strokes. Her whimper when her pussy clamped around his fingers was as stimulating to his senses as her piano playing.

  Swiping his tongue over hers one last time, he pulled back, his tone harsh as he said, "Come now, Eve. I've been dying to feel your tight pussy sucking at me again."

  Eve could barely hear his crude words through the storm of pleasure erupting between her thighs. Burying her face in his neck, she rocked against his pummeling fingers as she rode the escalated waves of ecstasy only he had ever made her feel. By the time she was coming back down from the disorienting high, she realized they had stopped and that meant they were at her condo.

  "Oh, crap," she muttered when she pulled away and pushed her skirt down. "Please tell me Carl and Mark aren't waiting for me out front," she pleaded, red faced. One or both of her neighbors always waited for her when she got home even though she was perfectly capable of getting from the cab to her front door.

  Nate chuckled, waving to Mark who was smart enough to remain on his porch. "Sorry, sugar, no can do. Don't worry though; I'm sure the glower Mark is sending this way is aimed at me." When she groaned and covered her face with her hands, he pulled them away, kissing her thoroughly before telling her, "You'll need to get used to the possibility of an audience occasionally if you agree to our affair. Do you need some time or would you like to discuss it more over dinner?" Nate had never put so much work or consideration into getting a woman to have an affair with him. On the contrary, he usually shoved them away after a night or two of sex. But he knew when he discovered Eve's handicap he wouldn't be able to push too hard with her.

  "Going out would be too stressful for both of us. Give me an hour. If I decide to do this, you can come back here for dinner. Okay?"

  "One hour, Eve. Don't make me wait any longer." As she grabbed the door handle, he touched her arm. "Wait and I'll come around."

  "No." Eve hadn't meant to answer sharply, but her response a few minutes ago left her on edge. She wanted to tell him right now she has already accepted his offer, but she needed a little time to think it through rationally without her befuddled senses clouding her judgment. "I'm capable of getting inside my home. Besides, Mark is right there." Not waiting for his answer, she unfolded her cane and grabbed her case. It wasn't until she started up her walk and cool air wafted up her skirt, caressing her overheated, bare crotch that she realized he still had her panties. She felt even more naked without her glasses, always self-conscious about what people saw when she could see nothing.

  Nate watched her walk up the sidewalk lined with well-tended, colorful flowering mums with grace and dignity. Her heels advertised her slender legs and gave her height her short stature lacked. She fascinated him, this woman who had the talent of a concert pianist, harbored a secret adventurous streak and was brave enough to meet a stranger for sex to get her needs met. Despite the obstacles her blindness imposed, he was looking forward to opening doors for her he felt she wouldn't object to in the slightest. He pulled away from the curb, noting the time. One hour was all he'd give her.

  Eve's cane vibrated, an indication she was approaching an obstacle. Sighing, she tilted her head, saying, "If you have something to say to me, do it inside. I need to get out of these clothes."

  "From the looks of it, sweetie, you were almost out of those clothes in that black Jaguar." Mark didn't know whether to be happy for Eve or worried. Of course, the first thing both he and Carl did after that chance meeting at the sports complex was look up Nathaniel Radcliff III.

  "Is that what it is? I knew it had to be a powerful sports car from the rumbling purr of the engine and the smooth ride." Unlocking her door, she stepped inside, set her purse on the small f
oyer table and toed off her shoes. Bending, she scooped them up, saying, "And I wasn't almost out of my clothes, only my panties. I'll be right down so you can lecture me." With a cheeky grin she trotted upstairs and changed into capris and a short sleeve sweater.

  Eve returned downstairs and walked through the great room to get to her kitchen where she heard both Mark and Carl grumbling. "No fair," she said as she pulled the thawed Italian sausage from the refrigerator. "It's two against one."

  "What's going on between you and Radcliff, pumpkin?" Carl didn't waste time pussy footing around. They both knew from experience that to get a straight answer from Eve they had to dive right in and force it to the surface.

  "Huh, that's right, he did say he was a Radcliff, didn't he?" she mused as she set a large pot on the stove and filled it with the handy pot filler faucet. Not that a name or social status meant a hill of beans to her. She learned long ago what was important in life and it certainly wasn't either of those things or the wealth that came with them. No amount of money could free her from the chains of darkness. "To answer your question, nothing until I give him my answer in about," she traced over the raised digits on her watch, "forty-eight minutes."

  "That wasn't nothing going on in his car. Eve, sweetie, you do know we looked him up, don't you?"

  Eve opened the sausage and dropped it into a pan on another burner, looking across the kitchen island to where she knew they were sitting. "I suspected as much. What horrible secrets did you unearth?" Both men were retired university professors and experienced researchers. If there was dirt to be found, they could dig it up.

  "No dirty secrets. He comes from money, but from what I could find, he's made his own fortune by being a smart, shrewd investor. There was very little linking him to his parents, which tells me they don't see eye to eye. He's a registered Republican, so that's a red flag right there," Carl smirked.

  "What do you mean?" Eve never bothered with politics, let alone social status; she had enough to cope with without going down that dead end road.

  "Oh, pumpkin, don't you know the quickest way to alienate a Virginia blueblood liberal, which is what Eleanor and Nathaniel II are, is to go in the opposite direction. And if you're their only offspring, that's a double whammy." Carl gave Nate points for having the balls to go his own way, which, from what he could discover, was at odds with his parents in darn near everything.

  Eve smiled liking that Nate was his own man instead of a doormat for his family. "Well I don't care how he votes; I just want him for sex." She pulled out her seasoning rack, counted over four, lifted the lid and smelled oregano just to make sure she didn't misplace it the last time then sprinkled some on her meat. She hoped Nate liked spaghetti because that was all she had time to throw together before he returned. Her hand clenched around the spatula as she realized she was planning on him staying for dinner, and afterward.

  "From everything we could find, Nate seems like a responsible, affluent man in all areas except one. He's reputed to be quite the playboy, sweetie. A love 'em and leave 'em sort, along with several of his friends." That was the information that concerned them about Nate Radcliff taking an interest in their girl. She'd had enough heartache in her short life; she didn't need more.

  "Mark, you're sweet to worry, but when I said I was only interested in having an affair, I meant it. He's clarified that's all he's interested in also, so I'm going into this with my eyes wide open. There are things you don't need sight to see. Now, shoo, both of you. He's coming back soon and I need to get dinner ready."

  She had that implacable, stubborn look on her face they knew so well, so they did as she asked and left. That didn't mean they wouldn't be keeping a close eye on this affair as it progressed.

  Eve breathed a sigh of relief when she heard them leave then made haste finishing her preparations. Two hours ago she couldn't have imagined agreeing to a no strings affair with Nate, but the way she responded to his demands in the car made the decision easy for her. For twelve years she'd lived in a void, her days long and dreary with nothing to look forward to except more of the same. The only time she was truly content was when she was playing music, when she completely immersed herself in the melodies she wanted to hear and play. Whether it was a soothing, relaxing piece or a wild, fast-paced beat didn't matter as long as she got the sound right. Between her music and her friends, she thought she was happy. But one night with Nate had shown her how much was still missing from her life, and how much she still wanted.

  Her continued responses to unconventional sex with Nate were offering her another source of temporary release from her bleak world, another way to find light at the end of the dark tunnel. She knew it was temporary, a fleeting whim on his part and a much needed indulgence on hers, and she was okay with that. At least when this thing between them burned out, she'd have some awesome memories to keep as souvenirs.

  Eve was just finishing setting the small table in her kitchen nook when a sharp rap on her front door told her Nate had returned right on time. Rubbing her clammy palms down her pants, she went to let him in hoping her nervousness didn't show. Meeting him on her own turf where she was most comfortable should have put her at ease, but she couldn't help anticipating what he had in mind for tonight.

  "Well?" Nate demanded as soon as she opened the door. The past hour had been eternally long, and he spent most of it parked out front. He saw Carl walk next door, joining his partner at Eve's, presumably to talk her out of seeing him again from the unhappy looks both men sent his way. But when they emerged a few minutes ago, this time to send a nod of reluctant acceptance towards him, he released a pent up sigh of relief. Other than the novelty and challenge of her handicap, he couldn't figure out what kept drawing him back to Eve with such determination. There was attraction and lust, but nothing he hadn't felt numerous times in the past for other women, however, he had to admit never so physically and mentally consuming as he seemed to feel for this one small woman.

  Eve arched her head back towards the sound of his voice so far above her, smiling at the impatient greeting. "I would like it if you stayed for dinner."

  "Is dinner a euphemism for sex?"

  "In this case," she replied stepping back, "the answer is yes, I'm asking you to stay for dinner and agreeing to your affair proposal."

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, Nate hauled her petite body up against him, high enough to leave her bare feet dangling and her mouth level with his. Looking straight into her startled, excited green eyes, he stated with arrogant assurance, "You won't be sorry," before kissing her hard and setting her back down. "I'm setting your panties and glasses next to your purse on this table. I don't care what you do when I'm not with you, but don't hide behind those glasses when we're together." She frowned at his dictate but let it go.

  "Fine. I hope you like spaghetti."

  "If it tastes as good as it smells, I'll love it." He followed her through a large great room that surprised him with the bright splashes of color. A cream leather sectional divided the room from the kitchen and dining area facing a black marbled fireplace, a large screen television perched above it. Pillows in various shades of red, yellow and orange stood out against the light couch and a bright red area rug spread out on the dark hardwood floor added a splash of vibrant color. The space was neat as a pin, leaving a clear path to the kitchen on either side of the sectional with nothing to hinder her ability to move around. The baby grand piano sitting in front of the bank of front facing windows reminded him of her unique talent and he could picture her sitting there, her face relaxed and serene as she played.

  "You like red," he commented when he entered the kitchen and saw small appliances lined along slate marble countertops along with utensils and towels all in cherry red. The cheery brightness gave the space a comfortable, homey look, one his stark sterile apartment lacked.

  "I do, yes. It's a bold color and often makes a statement. Have a seat and I'll bring this over."

  Nate knew better now not to offer to help her and fr
om the way she lifted the pot with apple red mitts and carried it with confident ease to the small table set under a bay window that looked out at her back yard, he could do nothing but once again admire her accomplishment.

  "So, why rock climbing and riding?" he asked her after they had both filled their plates.

  "Like every teenage girl, I wanted a horse, but we couldn't afford the daily care, so I rode at a nearby stable. I had a few favorites, so I decided that was as good as having my own. It was always something I loved to do."

  "And the rock climbing?"

  Eve hesitated, not sure if she wanted to mention Bobby. "I went with a friend once and even though I didn't get too far, it was fun and challenging, something I wanted to try again."

  She was reluctant to talk about her past, and normally that was more than okay with Nate, but Eve's unwillingness to share more of herself rubbed him the wrong way. Sex only, he reminded himself, shoving aside his irritation. "From what I saw, your first time went well, all things considered. Wes found your endeavor impressive." A small spot of spaghetti sauce in the corner of her mouth was too much to resist, and he leaned over and licked it off.

  Eve jumped when she felt his breath on her face followed by a stroke of his tongue on the corner of her mouth, the small gesture both intimate and arousing. "Um, well, I remembered from before how it challenged my mind and it being a good workout. From the soreness of my muscles the next day, I can attest to that. Wes, he's a friend of yours?"

  Her reaction and failed attempt to hide it from him made him smile. "Yes, for over thirty years. He, Fin, Dec and I went to boarding school together. Dinner is excellent, Eve. Would you like more wine?"

  "Yes, thank you." She rarely drank more than one glass with a meal, but this evening she was feeling the need for something extra to boost her confidence.