Blind in Love

by Ford, Brenda

  I rub my neck and blink a few times, trying to wake myself up before I move into the house to go back to bed for some more rest. But since every part of me aches, I can’t be bothered to move at all yet. I just want to think. I want to remember everything that happened so I can properly process it.

  Lux… Amelia’s ex. That crazy asshole who doesn’t seem to want to stop at anything. I thought that me going to college was going to be the biggest hurdle that we would have to overcome but it seems not. It seems that she has some baggage of her own. Not that it would put me off, but it might pull her. It may be far too much drama for her to accept and she could back away. How can I make sure that doesn’t happen?

  Rosie… Her father, that douche bag who acted like such an entitled idiot at the party. I don’t know too much about her, but she definitely deserves better than that. Everyone does. He’s an idiot. It especially hurts that he could be a parent to his child, and he isn’t. My parents don’t have that option. It sucks.

  Amelia… Ah, Amelia. That beautiful woman. I don’t know what she’s been through. It sounds like a lot from what Lux was basically bragging about at the party. Beatings, fear, a drunken husband… all of it.

  I stare at Amelia’s house, sadness surging through me. A sadness which rapidly grows and transforms, becoming determination by the moment. I can’t lose her, not now, I don’t want to give her up. As I have proven tonight, she is more than worth fighting for. I would do it again and again. I would fight for her honor and her safety for the rest of my life if she needs me to. I can be whoever she needs me to be.

  I slide out of the car, now ignoring my house, and I walk towards Amelia’s. Maybe it is early, and she might not be awake, but I need to see her and right now. I need to claim her, to show her that I’m here for her and that no matter what happens, I’m not going anywhere. I absolutely refuse to.

  You’re going to be mine, Amelia, just you wait and see. We will overcome whatever comes our way.

  Chapter Twenty

  Amelia

  Knock, knock. Knock, knock. Knock, knock.

  “Coming, coming,” I mutter as I creep down the stairs. I can only assume that this isn’t Lux because he’s locked up and never this quiet. I am guessing that it’s going to be the police to tell me what’s happened. I pull my robe tighter around myself and tug the door open, ready to receive the news… “Oh, Nelson.”

  My eyes run over his face. The bruises all over him make me feel sick to my stomach. I knew that Nelson was at the same party Lux went to and that he must have seen the fighting because of Wesley’s call to Oliver. He has bruises and cuts everywhere and he looks shattered as well. I can only blame myself for this. Lux is a part of my life, not his. He never should have been brought into this mess. I should have cut things off as soon as he got out.

  “What happened?” I reach out to touch his cheeks, to feel his injuries. “I mean, I know what happened…”

  “I don’t want to talk.” He steps inside and closes the door quietly behind him.

  “But I want to know what happened to you. Did Lux do this? I’m so sorry…”

  He grabs me roughly and kisses me, making it obvious that he isn’t going to tell me about it. But I pull back because he is in a real terrible state and I know that I am the one to blame for it. I feel dreadful.

  “Nelson, does he know about us? Is that why he did this?”

  “He was unpleasant about you. That’s why this happened. I wouldn’t take that.”

  Oh my God. He defended me. I’m blown away by this, I don’t know what to say. This is wild, he must really care about me. It means I’m just going to end up falling even deeper for him despite the fact that I have told myself not to. Over and over again. I don’t know if I will ever be able to let him go.

  “Come with me.” I take his hand and pull him towards the stairs. “Right now.”

  We walk up the stairs together. I keep trying to be quiet, so we won’t wake Rosie up, but it’s hard when he keeps shoving me up against the wall and kissing me with intense passion. My night dress rises up, his bulge pressing against me, causing fluttering all the way through me. I just want him to take me right here and now, I want to thank him properly for defending my honor when he really didn’t have to, but we need to be in my bedroom first. We still need to keep this a secret for a while longer.

  Once inside the bedroom, I tug on the shirt that I was admiring only a few hours earlier, before it was covered in grime and a bit of blood. I pull it so hard the buttons pop off accidently. My eyes open wide, I wonder if he’s going to yell at me, but instead he grabs me and sinks his teeth and tongue into my neck, sucking hard on my exposed skin, letting me know how much this turns him on. It fires me up even more, so I pull the rest of his shirt off and toss it to the floor as if it’s nothing. Then it’s time for me to begin fiddling with his zipper. It’s hard for me to pull it apart because I’m shaking, trembling, all messy. Too turned on to even get him free.

  It doesn’t help that he’s massaging me on the outside of my panties, setting my clit alight. He even pulls my panties to the side and begins plunging his fingers into me, really exploring my wetness. He’s so deep, touching me everywhere, hitting all the right spots with every thrust of his hand. It’s hard for me to keep my groans inside. Luckily, Nelson is there to kiss me hard, to swallow up my screams before anyone hears us.

  “Fucking hell, Amelia,” he whispers, his words tickling the inside of my mouth as I finally manage to grasp him between my fingers. “You are wonderful. I could so easily fall for you.”

  Shit. Those words make me stiffen, mostly because they are too much for me. It’s because I’m falling for him too and I’m scared to admit my feelings. He just blurted it out like that which makes it even more terrifying because he might not realize the severity of them. How much they mean to me.

  But I can’t get too lost in that because Nelson is now rubbing his finger all over my clit, shedding my brain of any thoughts. It’s impossible to focus on my issues when my head is lolling to one side in desire. He really is claiming me here, taking control of my body, and I absolutely love it.

  I don’t stop touching him the whole time. The feel of his cock between my fingers is only firing me up further. I don’t want to let him go. Not until he’s deep inside of me anyway. I stroke him, faster and faster, speeding up in time with his moans until the pair of us are breathless and in desperate need of one another.

  “Take me,” I beg, gripping him tightly. “Fuck me, Nelson, I need you. I need you now.”

  “I need you on the bed.” He pulls my night dress up over my head. “On all fours.”

  I raise an eyebrow, loving this cheeky command, plus the idea of a new position with Nelson. This is what we both need. A way to lose ourselves in one another and to forget about the rest of the world. Especially Lux and his bullshit. So, I reach around behind my back and unhook my bra while Nelson slips my underwear off. His fingers delicately graze over my legs making me shudder like crazy.

  Once naked, I seductively shake my hips as I walk over to the bed, keeping my eyes fixed on his as I go. His eyes glaze over, he looks like he’s losing his damn mind over me and I love it. I climb on to all fours and poke my ass in the air for him. He looks like he’s in a dream as he comes towards me to join me on the bed.

  “Oh, Amelia,” groans Nelson as I sense him slipping a condom on. “You look so good like this.”

  His hands are all over my hips, my back, my legs, my ass, everywhere and I need to see him. I stare behind me, flicking my hair over my shoulder so I can see him hungrily coming for me, wanting me. The desire in his eyes helps me to see passed the bruises and scrapes, it helps me to forget.

  I love him, I realize hard. I shouldn’t, but I do. I’ve already fallen too hard.

  The realization doesn’t scare me as much as it should. It heats my chest up and excites me in a way that makes my heart beat faster. I could make all of my fantasies come true; I could have it all if I tried enou
gh. If me and Nelson love each other enough, then we could easily overcome anything.

  He brushes against my entrance, begging to be let inside, so I push back hard, arching my back like a cat in my impatience. But Nelson remains in control, thrusting into me whenever he wants to. He waits until I’m about on the brink of freaking out, and he slips in, thrusting until every inch of him is inside.

  “Oh wow.” My fingers curl around the sheets as he slams into me over and over again. The angle ensures that he hits all the right spots, causing me to see the stars. As the pressure of pleasure builds, I press my face into a pillow in front of me, needing to have something for my screams to be consumed in…

  The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, almost flattening me on the bed. Luckily, Nelson still has hold of my hips so he can keep me upright while I shudder and buckle, scream and tremble, my whole body writhing through the intensity of the pleasure. The waves seem to keep coming, they’re endless and utterly powerful. I get swept up in, consumed by the new deeper feelings I have for this man, blown away.

  When I finish shuddering, Nelson cups me gently and twists me around onto my back. He hovers above me, slipping into me while hugging me against him. With every thrust the kiss he gives me deepens, building our bond to an even deeper level. He feels it too, the love, I’m sure of it. We’re both together in this. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he comes, knowing that this is a feeling I want to cling on to forever.

  We collapse on the bed together, panting and gasping. I turn and smile at Nelson, wanting to commit every part of him to memory before he’s forced to leave again, back to his own room.

  “I don’t want you to go,” I murmur while stroking a cut on his cheek. “After what you have done for me, I don’t want you to leave. You have cared for me more than any other man and I want you to stay here with me.”

  He tilts his head and kisses my forehead. “I would love that too. But it isn’t possible, is it? Not at the moment anyway. Soon we will be able to wake up together forever. We just need to be patient a little bit longer.”

  “But why not now?” I ask. “What’s wrong with now? You’ve left school. It isn’t as bad as it was…”

  “Are you suggesting that we tell everyone already?” he gasps. “Are you ready for that? It isn’t that I don’t want to, but with all the drama in your life already, do you really want to add to it? People might not like it.”

  I imagine it, or at least I try to, and I have to admit there isn’t much chance of it going well. I don’t know who will take it the worst. There will be opinions from everywhere. “Okay, maybe not that. But you could just stay for a little while. I just want to hold you in my arms, that’s all. Just hug me for a little bit, please?”

  He hugs me against him, not really agreeing but not going anywhere either. I lean my head on his chest and enjoy the relaxing sound of his heart racing for me. This is the very first time that I have really thought about us being together in a real way, not just hypothetical manner, and I love it. I love every image that comes with it.

  Yep, I definitely love him, I think to myself, smiling at my little secret. I could tell him this, I suppose. But I think it’s much better to wait because we have a lot of hills to climb before we get to a comfortable place. I will tell him then. Once I know that we can definitely make this work. He might even be ‘the one’.

  My eyes flicker, closing of their own accord, giving into the exhaustion. The warmth surrounding me from Nelson’s arms is wonderful, his pulse hypnotic, I can already feel it sending me into the best sleep ever. I have a lot to face tomorrow, including all of the drama that Lux has created tonight by going after Rosie and ignoring the fact that there’s a restraining order in place. But I don’t want to worry about anything right now. I just want to enjoy being with him. This perfect moment of calm before the storm unleashes.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Nelson

  “Argh!” The scream is so loud it practically bursts my skull open. “What the actual fuck? Oh my God, Mom.”

  I jump up out of the bed with my heart pounding to find Rosie staring at me like I have committed some kind of murder or something. It takes a few more seconds of her screaming, plus Amelia leaping out of bed as well for me to work out that something isn’t quite right here. In fact, it’s very, very wrong. Shit, I fell asleep here. Next to Amelia in her bed. I was supposed to creep out before anyone caught us here, but it’s too late for that.

  “This isn’t what you think,” Amelia tries. Not that it’s going to work. There isn’t any other explanation.

  “What?” Rosie sneers, her nostrils flaring in temper. “You aren’t in bed with your student? Our next door neighbor? A boy that’s younger than me? That it isn’t happening right now? So, what the fuck am I seeing?”

  “No, it isn’t that. Please, Rosie, just listen to me. Hear me out. I can… I can explain. Just listen…”

  Rosie shakes off her mom’s arm. I can see in her face that she’s more disappointed than she ever thought she could be and that’s because of me. I knew that me and Miss Clark was going to be a hard sell, and obviously Rosie is going to be someone with a very strong opinion on the matter, but I thought that we could handle it by sharing our relationship properly. I didn’t know that it was going to end up coming out like this.

  “Is this why you fought with my dad?” She turns her focus to me. “Because you’re in some sordid thing with my mother. Your teacher. Oh my God, Mom, you are going to end up losing your job over this. You do know that, don’t you? You can’t sleep with your students. You might even go to jail.”

  Those words sting in my ears. I always knew this was a fact, but having it thrown at me from someone else makes me see how selfish I have been. I started this; I practically threw myself at Amelia without thinking of the consequences at all. She has so much more to lose than me. She could lose everything.

  “Rosie, please…” While Amelia continues to try and talk to her daughter, I can only see one way of making this better and that’s by me getting out of here. Forever. I might like Amelia, I might have decided that she’s the one for me, but that doesn’t mean I need to wreck her life just because I want her. I mean, what the fuck will I do if she does end up locked away just because I decided that I want her? I will never forgive myself.

  “Mom, this is fucked up. He’s basically a child.” Rosie shoves her hand against me, almost toppling me over. “You think he actually likes you or something? That he isn’t just using you to get what he wants? Mom, you are more than double his age. It isn’t ever going to work between you. He will use you and go.”

  “It isn’t like that,” I try to intervene, just to let her know that I’m not only in it for that. “I like her…”

  “You can feed my mother these lies, but not me.” Her hands fling on to her hips which shows just how fuming she really is. “I won’t fall for it. I know what guys your age think of. What is this? Some kind of kink for you? Huh? Because this is my mother and she has been through too much already.”

  “I know, I understand, I just don’t…” Rosie silences me, shaking me off.

  “You don’t know. You don’t understand at all. If you did, you would stay far away.”

  I hang my head low, realizing that she is probably right. I’ve played a dangerous game and continued playing it even when Lux talked about beating her. She might seem like the confident older woman who has everything under control, but she’s clearly been through a lot to get there. I need to respect that.

  “Get out, Nelson. You aren’t welcome here anymore. Get out and leave my mom alone.”

  I shoot Amelia one last look but she’s too busy staring at her daughter, knowing that everything has changed for her now and at least our relationship has been damaged because of me. I hate myself for it. As I slink out of Amelia’s house, wondering what horrors we will face now, guilt and shame circles through my system. The yelling continues up the stairs and I know that it probably won’t end for ages.

&n
bsp; If Rosie feels this way, then Oliver will too. He will go along with whatever she wants, which means my other brothers might follow. I might end up with no one on my side. Fuck, I really didn’t think about this, did I? Only with rose tinted glasses on where I figured everyone would be happy for me…

  “Where the hell are you coming from?” Wesley demands as I pass the car. “I just came to wake you up because I felt bad for leaving you out there all night. But you weren’t there, so I don’t know why I felt bad.”

  “I just want to go inside, Wesley. I’m absolutely worn out…”

  “You were coming from the Clark place, weren’t you? I knew that it was Rosie. I said that, didn’t I? Why didn’t you just admit it, huh? I asked you right out and you lied to my face.”

  I ignore his ranting and walk inside, but he follows me, continuing on, demanding to know why I didn’t tell him about me and Rosie. I can see why he’s come to that conclusion but he’s so damn wrong.

  “Wesley, will you just stop it?” I half yell. “It isn’t Rosie, okay? It’s not her.”

  “But you were coming from her house. I saw you. You don’t need to keep lying. If you just tell me then I can help you find a way to tell Oliver without tearing the whole family apart…”

  “Wesley!” Exhaustion is killing me. I just want to get out of here. I need to shut him up. “It’s Amelia.”

  He pauses, staring at me with absolutely no color in his face. “Amelia? As in Rosie’s Mom? Oh God, you haven’t been harassing her, have you? She’s your teacher. Not someone you can follow around with your tongue hanging out. Plus, she’s our neighbor so you can’t go making things awkward.”

  “No, Wesley, you don’t understand. This isn’t just a one way thing. She feels the same way as me.”

  He clutches his stomach, looking sick now. I thought he might not take it well, especially after the way that Rosie freaked out, but I never thought it would make him ill. He said that I could talk to him about anything, I assumed that meant that he would not judge me, but I can tell from his face that I was wrong.