Fighting For Love - A Standalone Novel (A Bad Boy Sports Romance Love Story) (Burbank Brothers, Book #5)

by Naomi Niles

  Where was he going? “Dylan?”

  “Trust me.”

  He ended up between my thighs.

  “Spread your legs a little more.”

  I did as he asked, not sure what was happening, but going with it. I did trust Dylan. He wouldn’t hurt me. He licked me down there. My butt would have come off the bed from the sensation, but his hands were holding me down.

  Then another lick. His tongue flicked at me, and I didn’t know what to do with the sensations. I felt as if I were about to explode. A tension tightened in my gut. This was a far more intense feeling than when I took care of my own needs.

  “God, Dylan.”

  I could feel the vibrations of it up my body when he chuckled. His whiskers scraped my thighs, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. None of it was bad. I was happy there were no houses close because this wasn’t going to happen quietly.

  I moaned as his tongue danced across my center. My back arched. I fisted the sheets in my hands. And then it let loose – my orgasm and a high keening noise. I don’t know how long it lasted, but when it stopped, I wanted to cry. I’d never felt so relieved in my life.

  Dylan wiped his face on the sheet and slid back up my body, a grin on his face. “I love doing that.”

  “You like it?”

  “I could spend the day down there if there was a fridge.”

  I laughed. “That was amazing.”

  “Yeah, it was.”

  I took his penis in my hand. He was hard and long, and I knew where I wanted him. But it was my turn.

  “Roll over.”

  He shifted onto his back. I saw a condom on his nightstand and snagged it. I opened it with my teeth while I sat on his thighs. I was still weak from my climax, but I was going to do this. I wanted to be on top. I wanted to be in control.

  I rolled the condom onto him, then poised my body above his erection. “Ready?”

  “Holy shit, Taylor. Yes.”

  I laughed then slid myself onto him. Slowly. It was torture as I wanted to take him whole. He gritted his teeth, then grabbed my hips to push me on further. I laughed. He’d lost control.

  I slid up and down his length, my body igniting again. All of a sudden, I was racing to the finish line. I knew the orgasm was close. He arched his body into mine. We met at every thrust until I was falling over the edge. Dylan thrust a few more times as my body had stopped being mine.

  He let out a low growl as I slumped onto him. He rubbed my back, which was the only part of me that wasn’t numb. Our chests heaved.

  He eventually nudged me. “I have to get the condom off before it leaks.”

  I slid off of him. He went to the bathroom, then returned to snuggle up next to me.

  “We really have all night?”

  “All night, Dylan.”

  “Damn. Glad I don’t work until later tomorrow. I’m going to need some sleep after this.”

  “Right now?”

  “No, not right now, but before I go to work. Right now, I only need a few minutes before we do it again.”

  My body tingled with the thought.

  Chapter Thirty Five

  Dylan

  I had dozed off. When I woke, Taylor was still there. The clock told me it was after midnight. This had been the best evening of my life. I had had no idea when I walked in from work that she’d be here.

  Hopefully, this wouldn’t blow up in her face. I didn’t want her to get in any more trouble.

  I could go another round, but I wanted to talk to her first. Her head rested on my shoulder. I didn’t want to move ever, but I did need to get some food since I hadn’t eaten when I go home.

  “Hey, Taylor?”

  “Mm?”

  “I need food. You want some?”

  “Let’s get pizza.”

  I didn’t have the money for that. No take out for me for a long while.

  As if reading my mind, she sat up and said, “I’ve got cash.”

  I smiled. “Okay. If you’re paying.”

  “I am.” She grabbed my phone off the nightstand. “I’m ordering, too.”

  There she was – the most beautiful girl in school and she was naked in my bed, about to buy me pizza. How did I get this lucky? I tucked my hands behind my head, feeling like the biggest stud in school.

  I knew I’d pleased her and now she was buying me food.

  “What do you want?”

  “Something with meat.”

  “Okay.”

  She ordered the pizza to be delivered. I told her the address. She hung up and dropped my phone on the nightstand, reaching across me to do it. Her breasts grazed my stomach. Oh, God. I was ready again.

  She rested her chin on my chest, her eyes looking up at me. That meant her breasts were still against my stomach. What better place to be, other than between her legs. She tasted like honey to me.

  I knew some guys who didn’t like that, but I certainly did.

  As much as I wanted to have her again, we needed to talk about the future. Or maybe, I needed to talk about the future.

  “What should we do? The pizza will be here in forty minutes,” she said.

  “We should talk.”

  Her pout was adorable. “Aw.”

  I laughed. “We’ll do it again, Taylor, but I want to hear your plans and I want to tell you mine.”

  She cocked her head. “I’ve applied to some schools for January enrollment. I haven’t heard back from any. After I graduate, I’m going to look for a full time job and work there until I go to school. Most of the schools are a few hours away.”

  “What kind of job do you want to get?”

  “In healthcare. Maybe working at the hospital. I might as well be in that environment,” she said.

  I was proud that she’d thought it out. Her parents would like that she had a plan.

  “I’ve been accepted to four places. I’m still waiting on hearing about financial aid for each. Then I’ll choose which one. I have to go to the one that gives me the most money.”

  “Makes sense. Where are they all?”

  “They are all a few hours away. We aren’t going to be able to be together. That’s the reality of our future.”

  She frowned. “I know. And, I know you have to be the realist, but I still want to wish it would be different.”

  I liked that she wasn’t giving up on me, on us, but I knew that it was going to get harder and harder to be together. I didn’t want her to feel daunted, but I had to remember our situation. Tonight was a fantasy, a lovely moment in time that I loved, but this wasn’t real. We weren’t playing house. We were in high school and her parents didn’t want us together. This wasn’t a teen movie, it was reality.

  And my reality was different from hers. She’d always have a home to come to. I wasn’t sure what my future held in terms of my living arrangements. My uncle could decide to sell this place.

  “I don’t want to think about any of that tonight.”

  She slid up my body, arousing me, then kissed me on the lips. I could do the deed before the pizza guy was here, but I really needed food. Besides, my best work was done with patience and care. Taylor didn’t know any different since I had been her only lover, but still. I wasn’t going to shortchange the girl.

  I thought I loved her.

  As much as I wished I didn’t, I did. I couldn’t say it. She might run the other way. I brushed a hair out of her eyes. “I better get dressed so I can greet the pizza man. I don’t want to be naked. You stay here.”

  She crawled of off me, grabbing her purse from the floor. She handed me cash to pay for the food. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, then I sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m really glad you came here tonight, Taylor.”

  She smiled, her head on my pillow and curled up on her side. I wanted to crawl back in there with her.

  “Helena is a great friend for covering for me.”

  “She is.”

  She looked so right in my bed. I wanted this all to be true, but she’d go back to
her house tomorrow and I’d be stuck here. Someone knocked on the door.

  “Pizza man. Stay here.”

  She smiled and nodded. I grabbed the cash and met the man at the door. The pizza smelled great and my stomach rumbled.

  “Coast is clear, Taylor,” I called after the delivery man left.

  She walked out of the bedroom wearing one of my shirts. God, she looked sexy. Down boy, I told myself. I needed food before we went at it again. We sat at my kitchen table like a poor, married couple. I didn’t want to be anywhere else. This was the best night ever.

  Chapter Thirty Six

  Taylor

  Dylan looked stressed when I saw him at school a few days later. He’d been out of class, but he’d assured me it was just work. He wasn’t sick. I hoped he was keeping up with his school work. I hated to see him get behind. He had such potential, and now, he had ambition.

  I stopped him before math class. “What’s wrong?”

  “My uncle is selling the land and the trailer I’m living in. In a few months, I’m going to be homeless. I can’t afford rent.”

  “Oh, Dylan. That’s terrible.”

  He frowned. “I know, but don’t worry. I’ll figure it out.”

  “You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

  “But I am alone, Taylor.”

  I shook my head. “You have me.”

  “What can you do?”

  “I’m sure I can figure this out. Trust me, Dylan. Don’t do anything drastic until I’ve exhausted all possibilities,” I said.

  I would fix this. I can’t imagine that my father would let Dylan be homeless. I had to appeal to him. Dylan smiled down at me. “Thanks for being on my side, Taylor.”

  The day couldn’t go fast enough. I really wanted to talk to my dad.

  “I don’t think he’s going to change his mind and he might be mad that you still talk to Dylan,” Helena said at lunch.

  “I have to risk it. Dylan will be homeless.”

  “Won’t his uncle take him in?”

  “No, and his uncle doesn’t live here. He lives somewhere else and wants nothing to do with Dylan because of his mother.”

  “I wonder where Dylan’s father is. He should be stepping in.”

  “Dylan doesn’t know. He’s never seen his birth certificate.”

  “Maybe he should find it and find out who his father is. The man needs to step up and take care of his son.”

  I nodded. “I’ll suggest that to him, but in the meantime, I’m going to talk to my father. I have to make him see that Dylan needs us. That he took responsibility for him once and needs to do it again.”

  “Boy, when you get on a subject, you are unstoppable,” Helena said. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

  “I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about Dylan.”

  “Oh?”

  “I think I love him, Helena.”

  “Wow. That’s deep. And, sort of cool. I can’t say I’ve ever loved a boy.”

  “He isn’t a boy. He’s a man and he likes me back. Me. Selfish, immature Taylor Dean.”

  “Go figure, but I don’t think that you are as selfish as you once were, Taylor,” Helena said.

  That made me feel good. I smiled at her. “Thanks, Helena. That means a lot to me.”

  “Let me think about Dylan’s dilemma. If I come up with anything, I’ll text you,” she said.

  “Thanks.”

  I pondered the situation for the rest of the school day. I probably should have paid more attention, but the thought of Dylan homeless made me nuts. That was so unfair. Life sucked.

  Where would he live? Where would he get mail? He had to go to college.

  I sighed. Daddy picked me up after practice since my car was in the shop. This was the only part of Dylan being gone that I liked. I had my dad all to myself.

  “Hi, Daddy.”

  “Hello, kitten.”

  I kissed him on the cheek. “I have something to talk to you about.”

  “Sure, Taylor.”

  I took a deep breath. “Dylan’s uncle is selling the trailer. He’s going to be homeless.”

  “His uncle won’t take him?”

  “No, he won’t. Dylan won’t have a place to stay. I’m worried about him.”

  “You shouldn’t even be talking to him, Taylor.”

  “We are in math together. I see him five days a week. You can’t expect me to go from being his friend to ignoring him,” I said.

  “It was being more than his friend that was the problem.”

  “Daddy, you know more about Dylan than you did any other guy who took me on a date. You invited him into our home.”

  “Not to date my daughter.”

  “I know that, but think about it. You know what his family life is like. You knew where he lived.”

  “He can’t live with us. He betrayed my trust.”

  “I did, too, Daddy, but you didn’t kick me out.”

  He stared at me for a moment and I thought I might be getting through to him. “It’s not the same. You’re my daughter.”

  “You said he was the son you never had,” I countered. I was going to play on every emotion of his that I could. I was going to win this.

  “Taylor, that isn’t fair. Both of you acted irresponsibly.”

  “Then you’ll set rules for us.”

  “You’d stop seeing him and not go with him to the prom if I let him back in the house?”

  “Yes, Daddy. It’s that important to me. Who taught me that? You.”

  He eyed me as if he was seeing me for the first time. I must have impressed him because his face softened. “Let me think on it.”

  “Thank you, Daddy. Wouldn’t you feel guilty if in five years you saw him working at a gas station having never gone to college?”

  “I probably would, kitten, but both of you have to follow the rules. You aren’t together. Someone else takes you to the prom.”

  I would get past the prom issue, but not today. My mother always said to pick your battles. “Whatever rules you lay down, we’ll abide by them. I’ll go to the prom with someone else. We won’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. Promise.”

  “Okay. Let me talk to you mother, and if she has additional rules, you follow them.”

  “Of course, Daddy. I just want Dylan to be safe. That’s important to me.”

  And, I would follow all the rules. Well, except for prom. I really wanted to go to that with Dylan. I could convince my father that it would be okay. Dylan was a good kid.

  Chapter Thirty Seven

  Dylan

  Mr. Dean picked me up from school that day to take me to the trailer so I could pack and move back with them. I had no idea what deal Taylor made, but I figured I was going to find out. She was pretty amazing.

  Happy to be back in the Dean household, I listened carefully to what Mr. Dean said. “You and Taylor cannot date. You cannot go out on a date with each other or among friends.”

  “Okay.”

  Right now, I’d do almost anything to stay in the Dean house. The trailer was getting to me, leaving me hopeless. I wasn’t going to do anything to screw myself here. Taylor would have to behave and if she didn’t, I would have to deal with it.

  Or tell on her, which I would hate to do.

  Yes, I was giving up sex so I could have a home. What teenager could do that? Well, I’d grown up some since I’d been living on my own. It was time to be a man. Taylor could still be a teenage girl. I would have to take control of the situation and be strong.

  “You can’t be in each other’s room. And we’d prefer if you weren’t home alone with each other. I know sometimes that is tough, but with preplanning, you can do it,” he said.

  “I’m still keeping my job, so that will keep me pretty busy. I can change my schedule so I’m out of the house when Mrs. Dean is in class.”

  “That would be helpful. Welcome back, Dylan. Taylor really pushed for you.”

  “I know and I’ve thanked her. That was very
sweet.”

  “Yes, I know. Don’t think about it that way. As much as I love my daughter, she does sometimes bend the rules to fit what she wants to do.”

  I laughed. “I’ll stay strong. I hated my time at the trailer. Cole kept saying it was cool, but he didn’t have to stay there. He wanted to have a party.”

  “Did you?”

  “No, sir. I don’t drink. I saw what that did to my mother. I want to be more than a minimum wage job.”

  We pulled into the garage, and Mr. Dean clapped me on the shoulder. “You are a good kid, Dylan. Just keep your nose clean. We don’t mind if you and Taylor do homework together, but you have to be either in the dining room or the basement where we can see you.”

  “Understood, Mr. Dean.”

  I unpacked, then went into the basement to do some homework. Taylor was there, and she smiled when she saw me.

  “Thanks for working so hard to get me back here.”

  “Next job, prom.”

  I shook my head. “Taylor, you don’t understand. I don’t want to go back to the trailer. I think we should just quit.”

  She pouted and my heart threatened to melt. My stay here was contingent upon me behaving. The Deans had no idea that we’d had sex, and I didn’t want them to know. I wanted to stay here. I wanted to be part of the Dean family.

  That meant that I had to stay away from Taylor. Now might be a good time.

  “I’m going to work in my room.”

  She pouted more. “Why?”

  “Because at this point, you are too much temptation,” I said.

  I brought my stuff up to my room. I’d assumed that Taylor had been told the rules. I know she would flout some of them, but I wasn’t going to push any boundaries. To stay here, I had to be good.

  Even if I thought I could get away with something, I wouldn’t. My focus was on catching up at school. I’d missed a few days because of work and I was behind.

  Taylor appeared in my doorway.

  “Taylor, please go away,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “Because we are not allowed into each other’s room. Didn’t your father tell you the rules? If we don’t follow them, I might as well move out. It’s going to come to that.”

  She stood in the doorway as if she was pondering what I said. I walked over to close the door when Mrs. Dean walked past. I must have looked guilty.