Wow.Why didn’t I think of this?
Blaire lays her palm flat on my chest as she watches me think. Thoughts pour through my brain like an open faucet, and all I see are dollar signs in our pockets and my father’s smile at a job well done.
“You might have just fixed our problem, sweetheart,” I tell her.
She grins. “I hate to tell you, but it wasn’t that hard.”
I take her hand off my stomach and press it against my cock.
“Say it isn’t hard again,” I tease.
Her eyes grow wide as she palms me. “I stand corrected.”
I brush a strand of hair out of her face. “You, Miss Gibson, are the total package.”
She tries to look away, but I don’t let her. Instead, I take her chin and tug it gently toward me.
When I look into her eyes, the strangest feeling comes over me. I want to make her feel good, to know how amazing she is. I want to protect her from the assholes of the world that might try to make her feel less becausetheyhave low self-esteem.
I can see all kinds of things hidden in the depths of her gorgeous blue eyes. Summers in the sea. Winters in Aspen beneath the giant Christmas tree my mother sources and has decorated before we ever show up to the ski lodge. Falls walking through the city, drinking apple cider and handing out candy on the front steps at Halloween.
I can see so much by looking in her eyes that it terrifies me.
How all of that would ever fit into my life, I don’t know.
To do something well, you have to focus on it. Dedicate yourself to it. You can’t expect something to have a one hundred percent result when you put in only a partial effort. Life doesn’t work that way.
What would happen if Blaire and I extended this arrangement?
Would she come and go from my house freely? Would it interrupt my schedule? Would she read too much into it and end up broken?
And knowing how hurt she’s been in the past by not being heard and supported, do I have the faculties to supply her with what she needs?
I don’t know.
Blaire pulls away from my hand and places her cheek against my chest again. I pull her as close to me as I can.
“Are you sleepy?” I ask.
She nods.
“I do have to go downstairs for a little bit.” I bend down and kiss the top of her head. “I need to call Wade and give him your ideas.”
“Make sure you give me credit,” she jokes.
“Of course.”
She yawns. “How is your project going besides the part you needed my help with?”
I chuckle. “It’s going pretty good. It’s been a family affair, for sure. We’ve all had to put our heads together.”
“If my brothers had to put their heads together, there would be bloodshed.”
“Well, Coy isn’t involved, so that helps.”
I can feel her smile against me.
“I like it when we all work together,” I admit. “The camaraderie is nice.”
