Resist by Blanche Hardin Page A

sex and preferred the woman to just go without a word exchanged but when Vie snuggled up to him like a child, he wrapped a protective arm around her and held her sweaty body close to his.
    “So, was it everything you thought it would be?” he asked, shattering the peaceful silence between them.
    Her small hands grazed up and down his chest. “No, it wasn’t. I thought it would be . . . awful but it was actually liberating. I can’t believe I have been scared of . . . sex for so very long. You knew exactly what you were doing and you made me feel more than anyone has ever brought out within me. Thank you.”
    Blaine was silent, taken aback by her grateful attitude. Most of the time, women didn’t thank him; they were usually pissed because he kicked them to the curb without any regard for their feelings. Or they were the tough cookies used to having one night stands and were merely happy to have gotten off and thinking about their next dick fix before he pulled the condom off.
    However, Vie was grateful ?
    “I’m so filled with relief we found each other,” Vie continued before she kissed the side of his jaw and laid her silky head on his chest again.
    “Me too,” he replied in monotone though he wished his voice could convey so much more.
    Unfortunately, it wasn’t in him to do that at the moment.
    Blaine would never fully understand her, not because she didn’t make herself clear but due to his own self-pity mixed with self-hatred. Combine that with an egotism so precise, it should have been criminal, the toxic cocktail of emotions he battled made it completely impossible for him to fully empathize with anyone.
    It wasn’t her fault but he would keep her close.
    If it was the last thing he did.

 
    Chapter 10
     
    Vie
     
    B efore I could get used to what transpired between Blaine and me that Saturday night, he began to make preparations for the Labor Day weekend, officially celebrating the end of summertime. Lazy days between us spent in each other’s company—when we weren’t feverishly pawing each other like a couple of lust struck teenagers—passed quickly and soon it was time to leave for the Hamptons.
    Although we would be staying at the same estate with Zed, Xavier, and Brigitte, we didn’t bother to travel together. In fact, I didn’t learn they’d been in Southampton a whole three days before we arrived until we were in a luxurious Town Car on the way to the estate. The driver had picked us up from the airport.
    “I had to get the dailies to David and Jamie. They would have flipped if I hadn’t delivered on time and in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve been more into you than anything this past week and half. Can you forgive me?” Blaine gazed at me with a complete and utter puppy dog look that melted the icicles encasing my heart.
    “Of course. It’s just . . . they’ve had a chance to pick the best bedrooms and we’re left with the scraps,” I murmured before he grabbed me by the waist and held me near him.
    “Babe, I’m the oldest. Zavi and Zed both know better than to take my room. Why would something like that worry you when you know I always get what I want?” Blaine wondered out loud in a calm voice.
    Lesson number one: Don’t ever touch Blaine—he always initiated everything, even a gentle caress.
    I wouldn’t even run my fingers through his hair unless I was already in his arms. He could turn completely cold and since I wasn’t exactly the warm and bubbly type, I knew my kind of people. Of course if he wanted to snuggle, whether I was in the mood or not, we did it.
    Lesson number two: He made all the rules and I simply followed his lead.
    Although I could formally claim to suffer from genophobia, Blaine had fucked it clear out of me. There was nothing between us that was forbidden if he was in the mood for rule breaking and I learned that all to quickly.
    On the third day of my period, he surprised me in the shower and fucked me until my insides hurt. When he pulled out, I