by Sam Crescent
He wanted her, plain and simple.
Axton heard the elevator doors open, and he stood from his chair, moving toward the door.
Taylor appeared, but she hadn’t seen him yet. Her hair was pulled back into some kind of loop bun at the base of her neck. She looked … stunning. She wore barely any makeup, and he wondered if that was because she’d stayed with Paul over the weekend.
She put her bag near her chair, fired up her computer, and removed her jacket. The black dress she wore molded to every single curve. It had a belt around her waist, enhancing those full tits and hips.
“Did you have a good weekend?” he asked.
Taylor released a little scream. “Axton, you scared me.” She placed a hand to her chest. “I didn’t think anyone would be here at this time of the morning.”
“I’ve been waiting to talk to you. I called you several times.”
“My phone died.”
“Don’t lie.”
She nibbled that lip again, making him ache. What was it about that simple action that seemed to undo him? It was like she took all of his focus away, and he just wanted to suck on that sweet lip.
Stepping up close to her, he wasn’t surprised when she took a step back. He didn’t stop until her back was pressed against the wall, her chest heaving with each of her indrawn breaths. Her nipples were already rock-hard, pressing against the front of her dress.
She liked this.
“You’ve got to stop,” she said. “Right now, you’re my boss.”
“Why are you so wet for me then, Taylor? Why is it you want me to touch you, right here, right now?”
She groaned. “We’re not supposed to do this.”
“You want to though, don’t you?” He cupped her hip. “You feel this too.” Pushing her dress up to her waist, he lifted her thigh over his hip, thrusting his cock against her core. She let out a gasp, pressing against him as he pushed against her.
It wasn’t close enough. He needed inside her again.
Grabbing her hand, he didn’t ask for permission as he dragged her into his office. Slamming the door closed, he pulled her into his arms. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he took possession of her lips, sliding his tongue across her mouth. She opened up with a gasp. Her fingers gripped his shoulder tightly, pushing at his jacket until it fell to the floor. She started to attack his shirt, shoving him down onto the sofa.
He sat down and pulled her into his lap, lifting up her dress, tugging her panties off. He threw them across the room.
“Please tell me you’ve got a condom.”
He reached into his pants pocket and held one up. “It’s right here.”
She took it from him, tearing into the foil. He was already taking out his cock, and together they worked the latex over his dick. Once he was covered, she lifted up. He held his cock at her entrance, and she thrust down onto his length. They both moaned as he filled her. When he was a couple of inches inside her, he grabbed her hips and, giving her no time to prepare, he thrust up and pulled her down, filling her tight cunt.
He couldn’t wait. His need for her was too great. Lifting her up, he slammed her back down, fucking her.
Taylor held onto his shoulders and started to ride his cock. He wanted to see her tits bouncing as she took him. Reaching for the dress zipper, he slid it down, and her tits were covered by thin cups of lace. He quickly lifted them out of the cups and moaned as they started to bounce.
Returning his grip to her ass, he watched her ride him.
Sliding a hand between her thighs, he stroked her clit, feeling her tight heat clench around him the moment he did. For the first time in his life, he wished he didn’t have the fucking condom on. He wanted to feel every single pulse and clench as she fucked.
“You’re going to get on the pill. I want to fuck inside you.”
“Can’t,” she said, gasping out as he pulled her down, not letting her get away with anything. He wanted to completely consume her.
“Why not?”
“They make me ill. I can’t take them.” She cried out as he pinched her clit.
“Fuck!” He lifted her up, pushing her down onto the sofa. Lifting her legs up, he watched his cock fill her tight cunt and the fine hairs of her pussy as it was split open, and his condom-covered cock was slick with her arousal.
He’d love to fill her with his cum, to watch as it dripped out of her pussy.
He’d have to keep that pleasure for her ass.
She reached between them and started to stroke her clit. He watched as she took her pleasure at the same time, and he continued to fuck her hard, giving her everything. He’d wanted to do this over the weekend, to have his fill of her so he could finally put whatever need he had away.
With the way she felt around him and how much he loved seeing her beneath or above him, riding his dick, once or twice wasn’t going to be enough. He had to get in charge of this. To get himself under control.
She came hard, her cunt squeezing his cock as he fucked her through her orgasm. Only after she’d come and screamed his name did he finally allow himself that pleasure, filling her up with his cum.
When it was over, they were both panting.
He didn’t know what time it was.
“You’ve got to stop ruining my panties,” she said.
“You’ve got to stop wearing them. Don’t wear them, I won’t ruin them.”
“This shouldn’t be happening.” She pushed some hair off her face.
“It’s happening.”
She chuckled. “I know it’s happening, but it shouldn’t. You’re my boss.”
“One of four.”
“Oh, so you’d like to share me out between your friends?” she asked.
Never had he been so overcome with jealousy. “No. They don’t get to touch you.” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “They don’t get to know just how good you are. You’re all mine.”
“I get it. I’m all yours. I had no idea a Four King could be possessive.”
“There’s a lot more to us than what they paint in the news.”
“I get that. I can see that,” she said. “I’m going to need to go back to work.”
“I don’t want you sneaking out again.”
“I’m not very good when it comes to the morning-after thing.”
“Had a lot of experience with that?”
“Not as much as you’d think.” She stroked over his chest. The crown he’d gotten inked stood out. “This place means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”
“I’ve gone through a lot to get to where I am today.”
“I can see that.”
“I know a lot of people think I’ve got this handed to me on a silver platter, Taylor, but I didn’t. I got this through a lot of hard work.” He didn’t even know why he was telling her this.
“I get it.”
He pulled out of her pussy. She didn’t wait for him. She rolled out from beneath him, and he watched as she put herself together. She eased her tits back into the bra and wriggled the dress into place. Next, she turned toward him. “I don’t suppose you’d do my zipper.”
He’d have loved to see her naked all day long, but he wouldn’t have liked any of the others to see what belonged to him.
Just the thought of them seeing her made him want to fucking blind them. She inspired these feelings inside him. He wanted to protect her, to not let anyone or anything hurt her.
“I like you like this,” he said as she tucked her hair back into a bun.
“Like what?”
“No makeup. Just like I remember you.”
She paused. “Did you ever put anything in my locker ten years ago?”
“I have no idea, why?”
“You say certain things, and I don’t know. Just reminds me of something I got.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. “Where were you this weekend?”
“At a friend’s. I needed to clear my head.”
“Paul’s
?” He didn’t like feeling jealous, especially as he knew Paul and Taylor were nothing special to each other.
“I was with him, but he had a hot date on Saturday. So, I went to see David.”
“You’ve got a lot of male friends.”
She shrugged. “I better get back to work.”
He caught her wrist, stopping her from walking away from him. “Have lunch with me today.”
“I work through lunch. I have four bosses that like to keep me busy.”
“Tell the other three to fuck off.”
She chuckled. “I can’t. You’ve all got a conference, and I get to eat my lunch and take notes.”
She tried to pull away again. He caught her wrist and kissed her lips, sliding his tongue across her bottom one until she opened up. He plunged inside, not wanting to let her go.
Finally, he released her, watching as she pulled away. She left his office, closing the door ever so gently before leaving.
He had to get his head in the fucking game once and for all.
****
“Anything else happen?” David asked.
“No, nothing. It’s been all work. When we’re there and have deadlines and stuff, it’s like I don’t exist.”
“You’ll exist. The only difference is you’ll become the dessert.”
She lay back on the weightlifting bench. Reaching up, she lifted the bar, doing a couple of pumps and putting it back onto the holder. David stared down at her.
Since she was sure she was being followed, this was where she came to work out, rather than be alone in an empty park. David was good company as well, and at least here, she could try to forget for a few hours what was going on. She hated working out. Most of the time, she’d work out, and then feel like a treat for all of her hard work, which was why David often took her to dinner after.
“Have any new clients lately?” she asked.
“A couple. I don’t kiss and tell, you know that.”
“Business is good.”
“You’re trying to change the subject. If I didn’t know straight away that you don’t have feelings for me, I’d even think you were jealous. I know differently. You’re avoiding, why?”
She grabbed the bar again and did a couple more pumps.
“Does this have to do with Paul?” he asked.
She paused with the bar pressed against her chest. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You slept with him.”
She didn’t say anything. Putting the bar back into rest, she sat up, and moved toward the running machines. Clicking the speed she wanted to run, she tried to block out David. As usual though, he stood by her side, helping her, training her.
“I know it’s hard.”
“I don’t want to talk about this. I mean it.”
“Taylor, I know you’re having all these kinds of feelings.”
She clicked pause. “I don’t want to do this, okay?”
The desire to run left her. Stepping off, she glanced around the gym and felt completely out of place. This wasn’t her scene.
Memories came, of her hanging out with Carla, eating snacks, watching movies, planning for the future by looking through catalogues.
You stopped being that to be this.
You chose this.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt herself panicking.
David grabbed her arm and pushed her into a room. It wasn’t as bright as the rest of the gym.
“Calm down.” He placed a hand to her chest, and he started to do some deep, even breathing. “Focus on me. Calm down.”
Breathing in, one, two, three, breathing out, one, two, three. She kept on doing it, finding that calm that had been about to leave her.
“He was the first man I had sex with. The first man I had to leave in the morning, and right now, I just … it’s hard.”
“Because you want to hurt him?”
She covered her face.
“Paul’s been getting to you. I know he has. He’s been against this plan from the start. I don’t even know why he agreed to help you.”
“He couldn’t have been completely against it.”
“Why?” David asked.
“Because he helped me.”
“Then I guess he wants to move on but you’re not letting him.”
She glared at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Here’s the thing, Taylor. You’re going to have to talk about it if you like it or not.”
She stopped and whirled around to look at him. “Why though? I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Because having sex with someone doesn’t cut you off, okay? You can develop feelings for that other person.”
“You’re telling me that you have feelings for me?” she asked, knowing he didn’t.
“I care about you, Taylor. I’m one of your best friends, and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Your plan was a good one, but sex and feelings brings a whole new grey area and you’ve got to be able to deal with that.”
“I’m sticking to the plan, David. I’m not going to back down. I wish everyone would stop treating me as if I’m some kind of a child. Like I don’t know what I’m doing.”
David covered her mouth as she started to yell. “What you’re doing right now, that is childish. All we want to do is help you. You’ve got to learn to accept our help. We all care about you. We all worry.”
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
He pulled her into his arms, and she held him, needing his strength in that moment.
“You’re Taylor Keane. Kickass friend and one hell of a woman. Remember, own your shit. It’s who you are.”
She nodded, pulling away. Taking another deep breath, she smiled at him. “I’m sorry.”
“I need to know. You can stop this at any time. Just quit, and it will all go away.”
“I can’t quit. Not now. I need to know the truth. I don’t even know if it’s about bringing them down anymore. I just … I need to know the truth.”
“Then let’s get back out there. Work your ass and get back to work.”
They left the room, and she went straight back to the treadmill. Putting in the speed she wanted to run, she got started once again, repeating stuff through her head.
Find the truth.
Prove Carla’s death wasn’t a suicide.
Deal with the kings.
End them.
The last one she wasn’t so sure about anymore.
She’d done her research like Catherine suggested. If it wasn’t for Catherine, she’d have never found this. She’d spent so much time over the past ten years, not only planning this, between college and then making a life for herself, but also watching the four kings now, that she’d not delved into their fathers. She’d found the old newspaper article online. There had been a picture of Easton’s and Axton’s fathers with the woman. It didn’t help her. She had so many questions and not enough answers.
Part of her believed if she was just to ask Axton what he had, he’d tell her. Then of course, she figured he wouldn’t tell her the truth. Who would? She was a no one. They had sex, but that was as far as it went.
After her run, they went to the mats, and David helped her do some stretches.
“Taylor,” Axton said.
David had her leg pushed up near her head and was stretching her out. This gym was one of the best in the city as it had many different facilities. Not once did she think it would be where Axton would work out.
Looking up, she saw Axton, Easton, Karson, and Romeo, all slick with sweat, clearly coming out of a workout.
“Hey, guys.” She forced a smile to her lips. “What a surprise to see you all here.”
“Who is this?” Axton asked.
She didn’t like the look in his eye. He wasn’t happy at all.
“This is my friend, David. David, these are all my bosses. Romeo, Easton, Karson, and Axton.”
“Nice to meet you guys.” He released her leg and shook each of their hand
s. She noticed Axton shook the longest and hardest, refusing to let go.
David went to grab her leg when Axton stopped him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m helping her stretch out.”
“I can do that.”
“You know how?”
“Yes.” Axton pushed him out of the way, and she stared up at the man that had her entire mind and body all over the place. She couldn’t think clearly at all.
He touched her thigh, bringing it up, and she stared into his eyes, seeing how dark they were. He wasn’t happy. Rather than be afraid though, she found his deadly look highly arousing.
“So, what do you do, David?” Karson asked.
She tuned them all out and focused on the way Axton held her leg, pressing it up against her body. She felt him move between her thighs. The intent was there, and everything disappeared and the only thing she felt was him.
Between her thighs felt really, really good.
He released her leg and did the other one, staring at her. “I didn’t know you came to this gym.”
“Oh, this is the first time I’ve been here.”
“Why?”
“I usually run.”
“What made you change your mind?”
Oh, shit!
“I felt like a change. Besides, it’s not always safe.”
He leaned over her, putting his hand beside her head, and he completely surrounded her.
“Is that all?”
“Of course.”
“I think she’s done enough,” David said, suddenly there.
Pulling away from Axton, she smiled up at David, holding her hand out toward him. Axton caught her hand, stopping David from helping her. He helped her up.
“He’s my ride tonight.” She pulled her hand away from him, but Axton wouldn’t let her go.
“I want to talk to you.”
Before she knew what was happening, he had pulled her into one of the changing rooms. It was only a small room, and Axton had her pressed up against the wall.
“Who is he?” Axton asked.
“Jealous?”
“Don’t be fucking coy with me, Taylor.”