Taylor's Tryst

by Renee DeMarcus

  “Hi, bunny.” He noted the cute look of irritation in her eyes as he leaned over to her. She backed away, retreating. “Just a little good morning kiss, okay?”

  Not giving her time to respond, he brushed his lips over hers in a teasing caress. A lemony fragrance filled his head and the scent went straight to his cock. Lingering, he let his tongue slip over her lips.

  She was stiff and Brian was sure she was trying to keep her distance. He was having none of that and pressed on, coaxing her mouth open for a deeper kiss. She relaxed somewhat and responded, her sweet tongue stroking his softly.

  He ended the connection, but kept his face near hers. “You taste good, bunny, like lemons.” He put the car in drive and started to move, glancing over to enjoy her blush.

  “It was in my tea. I like lemon tea.”

  “I like you.” Her blush darkened at his words, spurring him on. “I like the way you taste. Everywhere. And I’m hungry for more.”

  She wriggled in her seat. “Brian, look, I like you but maybe we should keep this platonic.”

  “Platonic? Oh, we’re friends, honey, don’t you worry about that.”

  She didn’t respond to his comment and he allowed her retreat. He resisted the urge to chuckle, she was so amusing. Taylor squirmed in her seat. Her eyes were darting around, looking at everything from passing buildings to the dashboard. Obviously, she was trying to focus on anything other than him.

  It was a short drive downtown to the YMCA. He pulled into the parking lot, parked and walked around to help Taylor out of the car, determined to be a gentlemen no matter what his cock thought about it.

  He spotted a couple of his boys, Jason and Terrell, loitering in front of the entrance. One was dribbling a tattered basketball, the other trying to steal it from him. Most of the team came from very poor backgrounds and he subsidized their fees. None of his kids were going to miss a day on the courts because of money.

  “What’s up, guys?” he asked, opening one of the glass double doors for Taylor.

  “Nada, coach. You bring us a new trainer?” Terrell asked, entering the building behind them.

  “No, Anthony is still your trainer. This is my friend Taylor. Taylor, meet Terrell and Jason. Terrell is a center, Jason is a point guard.”

  “Hello.” Taylor smiled at the boys, who both looked a little star struck. Brian shared the emotion. She had a dazzling smile.

  “Dang, and I was gonna show you my moves.” Terrell attempted to spin the basketball on his fingertips. It fell and bounced to the floor, rolling down the hallway on the old linoleum floor of the YMCA hallway. Terrell looked embarrassed and scampered after the wayward ball.

  Taylor laughed and called after him, “You can show me your moves in the game. I’ll be in the stands.”

  Brian placed his hand on the small of Taylor’s back and led her through the hall crowded with kids and adults to the open gymnasium.

  Jason walked alongside the couple, staring at Taylor. “You’re white.”

  Brian gasped. “Jason, put a lid on it. I think she is aware of her skin tone. You are so running laps at practice next week, just for that.”

  Taylor laughed, unconcerned. “It’s okay.” She quirked a teasing brow down at Jason. “I hate to tell you this, handsome, but you’re white, too.”

  “Yeah, but you’re, like, really white.”

  Brian grimaced. Maybe bringing her here was a bad idea. The boys were only twelve. They had absolutely no etiquette filters. They just said whatever popped into their heads. He should have given this more thought. He’d never brought anyone to a game, and here he was with a date. A white date.

  This had disaster written all over it.

  “That’s it, Jason, I’m benching you.”

  “What?” Jason looked confused, clueless about his politically incorrect comments.

  Taylor laughed good naturedly. “No, you won’t. If you bench him, I won’t be able to check out his moves.” She winked down at Jason.

  Terrell reappeared, the basketball tucked under his arm. “I didn’t know you had a girl, Coach.”

  Brian pointed to Terrell and then to the courts. “You, on the court. Now.” Terrell raised his eyebrows, but obeyed without saying another word.

  Jason turned red and looked at the floor, flicking his long brown hair over his eyes. “You can’t bench me, it’s not fair. I didn’t do nothin’.”

  “Didn’t do anything,” Brian corrected. “And yes, you did. You don’t go around commenting on people’s skin color.”

  “Why not?”

  Taylor raised her eyebrow at him. “Yeah, Coach Brian, why not?”

  “Oh, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he accused. She smiled in answer, a cute, mischievous smile he hadn’t seen before. He turned his attention back to Jason. “Because you don’t, simple as that. If you don’t want to find your butt on the bench, you will go grab a ball off the rack and line up with the others. Your free throw needs work, my man.”

  “Whatever.” Jason ran off and joined his teammates on the court.

  “I’m sorry about that.” Brian caressed her back. “They just say whatever pops in their heads.”

  “Don’t be silly, Brian. It’s fine.”

  “Yo, hold up.”

  Brian turned to see his brother, Anthony, entering the gymnasium. He was carrying a large cardboard box and pulling a blue cooler on wheels. Brian quickly relieved him of the box. “The new t-shirts?” They had ordered the boys cotton uniform shirts with his new law firm logo on the front.

  “Yes,” Anthony answered and gestured to the cooler. “And this is full of Gatorade and cupcakes. That’s two weeks in a row for me. Next week, drinks and snacks are your job.” He turned his attention to Taylor, flashing a toothy grin. “Hello, pretty lady.”

  Taylor blushed and Brian stiffened. Anthony was well known for his skill in charming the ladies. Brian stepped between Taylor and Anthony, putting his arm around Taylor in a clear, possessive gesture. “This is Taylor. Taylor, meet my brother Anthony.”

  “Hi. Nice to meet you.”

  Anthony took her hand. “Hello, Taylor.” He dragged out each syllable and began to bend, as if he were going to kiss her hand.

  Brian moved, placing his hand on Anthony’s shoulder, halting his brother’s movement. “Don’t you think you should warm-up the boys? It’s almost game time.”

  Taylor flushed at their posturing. “I’ll get out of your way. I’ll be up in the stands.”

  * * * *

  Taylor watched Brian interact with the team and his brother and could not suppress her grin. It was obvious he cared deeply for the boys. He counseled each one before putting them in the game, cheered while they played, and gave each one a pat on the back when he pulled them out, often handing them a cold Gatorade.

  And from the looks of it, he was taking a boatload of teasing from the team and his brother about having brought her. His brother kept glancing up at her and, as if he knew just when Brian would notice, would wink and flirt with her, resulting in a scowl from Brian.

  At one point, Brian had actually snapped Anthony in the head with a twisted towel. He had really caught Anthony off guard and Anthony nearly toppled off of the bench he was sitting on.

  Taylor could see there was a lot more to Brian than met the eye.

  He was sinfully gorgeous, with his dark supple skin and deep black eyes, but he was also a man with integrity. A man who gave of his time and of himself.

  And the boys obviously adored him. Many times throughout the game, she spotted the boys glancing toward Brian after making a play or shooting the ball, wanting his approval, if only a look or a nod. He whooped and cheered their successes and clapped his hands over his head in support of their efforts when they failed.

  Her heart turned over. Here was a man she could fall for, really fall for in a deep way. Brian had so much to offer.

  Her heart sank. Yep, he definitely had a lot to offer a woman. More than she could take in the bedroom.


  Taylor took a deep breath, inhaling the air permeated with sweat and a faint rubbery odor. Trying to focus on the game, she glanced at the scoreboard.

  Brian’s team was losing by a few points and there was only a little more than a minute left in the game. It didn’t look good. The players on the bench had all left their seats and joined Brian on the sideline, cheering their teammates, full of enthusiasm. Anthony had forgotten his flirtations and moved to Brian’s side.

  The opposing team fouled and both teams moved into position for a free throw. Jason stepped up to the line, glancing at Brian, who nodded in encouragement.

  The gymnasium quieted. He bounced the ball once, twice. Taylor held her breath as he shot. The ball hit the rim, teetered, and fell off.

  He missed.

  The other team cheered, as did their obnoxious supporters, who all seemed to be surrounding Taylor in the stands.

  Taylor exhaled, surprised by her level of disappointment. She usually didn’t get into sporting events, but she felt a little connection to Jason, especially since Brian had mentioned his need to work on the free throw specifically. She looked to Brian and Anthony. Brian just shrugged and began to applaud in vigorous support of Jason.

  Respect blossomed and grew.

  She wanted another chance with him. Sexually. She couldn’t remember ever being so attracted to a man. Just watching him made her core dampen.

  The actual act of intercourse had been uncomfortable, but everything up to that point had been wildly arousing. Remembering the way he kissed and the way he had briefly licked her clit made her start to feel warm. And the sex hadn’t been that painful. She’d just felt a sudden searing pain and then a burning, stretching sensation.

  The whole thing really wasn’t so bad. She could do it again. She would just focus on the foreplay. She wouldn’t orgasm, but she never did, so there was no sacrifice there. Maybe she could even fake it if her discomfort bothered Brian, which clearly it did judging by his behavior afterwards. She didn’t want him to feel bad, it wasn’t his fault she was…whatever she was.

  The buzzer rang, jolting her from her thoughts. Brian’s team had lost, 28-24. They were huddled together near the bench. Both Brian and Anthony were crouched in squatting positions, level with the boys. She grabbed her purse and descended the wide stairs.

  Taylor hovered near the exit door and waited. After the pep-talk, Brian and Anthony each shook hands with the opposing coaches and directed the boys to line up. The teams walked towards each other, slapping hands and saying “Good game.”

  Chapter Five

  Brian pulled into a parking spot and turned to Taylor. “Invite me in.”

  “Okay.”

  Her response surprised him, given that he’d expected avoidance. She had fidgeted in her seat the entire ride and he’d envisioned his little rabbit bolting out of the door as soon as they arrived.

  He grinned. “Okay?”

  Taylor fumbled for the seat belt buckle, finding it after an awkward moment. With a hurried jerking motion, she released the belt.

  She glanced up at him. “Yes. Okay. Come in.”

  There was apprehension in her eyes, but no reluctance. He took it as a good sign and opened his door, walking quickly around the SUV to open hers. He didn’t make it in time, but took her hand as she stepped out, intent upon being chivalrous.

  He kept her hand in his as they walked. It felt small, delicate. “You could make us some of that lemon tea.”

  “In this heat?”

  Right. It was ninety-five degrees by now, at least. The sun was blazing over their heads and the air was thick with humidity. It was a heavy, still heat with no breeze whatsoever. He thought of the mama cat. He’d given her two bowls of water, with ice, so hopefully she’d be fine for the day. “Good point.”

  They reached the door and Taylor fiddled with her keys, showing a bit of nervousness as she found the house key.

  “I have fresh lemonade.” She pushed the door open and tossed her keys onto a small pine entry table. “Have a seat. I’ll just be a minute.”

  Brian surveyed the room. It was small and nicely furnished, if a little on the cluttered side. The floors were wood, covered with mismatched rugs, and there was a striped couch and a couple of wingback chairs.

  He plopped down on the couch and examined the coffee table, the only surface in the room that was entirely bare. It had what looked like a piece of antique lace covering it, giving the effect of a big, empty, white island in the midst of the crowded room.

  Taylor reappeared with two glasses of lemonade.

  “Thirsty?” she asked, handing him a glass.

  “You have no idea. My throat is always a little sore after a game. I guess I yell too much.” He downed half the glass, savoring the feel of the cool liquid slide down his throat.

  She sat down next to him. “You are so good with your team and the boys are so cute. They are lucky to have you.”

  “I’m lucky to have them. They inspire me. Every week. And don’t let them hear you call them cute. They’d be all over that.” He placed his lemonade on a coaster on a crowded side table, careful to avoid the lace covered coffee table. “Listen, Taylor, about last night...”

  “Brian, don’t worry about last night.”

  “Oh, honey, I’m worried about it all right. I couldn’t sleep all night. Look, I just didn’t realize you were uncomfortable.” Brushing lightly with a fingertip, he stroked her arm, savoring the contact with her silky skin. There was a long pause and she was quiet, too quiet. Her eyes were on the floor, or maybe his shoes.

  “And I’m sorry you didn’t come, er, climax.” He took a deep breath. This was not coming out right. He wanted to make her feel comfortable, not run screaming from the room. “I felt like such a complete ass afterward. Please give us another chance, bunny. We’ll take it so slow this time. I won’t hurt you again.”

  She looked up at him then and the look in her eyes made his gut clench.

  Damn, but this woman affected him.

  Her eyes were so green, so full of vulnerability. Taylor was real, with no falseness or pretense. Brian couldn’t remember ever experiencing a woman like her.

  He was captivated. Enthralled.

  She licked her lips. “I want to be with you again.”

  Brian leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were chilled from the icy lemonade. He rubbed his mouth over hers nice and slow, a promise of gentleness.

  Taylor opened to him and he felt the warm, wet invasion of her hesitant tongue. He groaned and took her mouth, dominating the kiss. He sensed her sudden retreat, so he released her, determined to keep himself in check.

  “Come on.” She stood and took his hand.

  Taylor led Brian down the hall and entered her bedroom. His hand was warm in hers. She turned, her nerves rising to the surface. “Just so you know, I never do this, so I’m not very good at it.”

  “I know, bunny. I think I’m glad you never do this.” Brian pulled her into his embrace. “But you are definitely good at it.”

  A tremor vibrated through her body at the feel of his strong arms. Heat radiated off of him and into her. Their connection felt almost electric in its intensity.

  He released her to lift her tank top, caressing her sides with his fingertips as he pulled it up over her head. Shivers of excitement followed his movements on her skin. Taylor tugged the ponytail out of her hair and shook her head, releasing her long blond waves.

  Her nipples were visible beneath the shear fabric of her pale pink bra and Brian traced the outline of one areola with his fingertip. She inhaled, feeling her nipples pucker. A tremor reverberated through her body, from nerves or excitement, she couldn’t tell. Both. It had to be both.

  She reached for Brian’s shirt. He raised his arms, allowing her to pull his shirt up and over his head. Taylor tossed it on the floor, wishing, absurdly, that she’d vacuumed this morning.

  She forced her gaze back up to his chest, now bare, and placed her palms on his skin. The feel of him was
incredible. Hot skin, so male, sizzling to her touch. Firm muscles. Indulging herself, she ran her fingers through his chest hair. The midnight curls were course, thick over his sternum.

  Her mouth watered. She looked up. His eyes were on her, his look potent. So potent.

  “I love your eyes. They’re so intense.” She realized he wasn’t touching her. He was still, except for his breathing, which seemed heavy. His mouth was forming a small grin, one which made her feel uncertain. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong, honey. I’m just enjoying you, that’s all.” He unbuttoned her shorts. “I want to take my time with you.”

  Stepping out of her shorts, Taylor kicked off her sandals, and sat on the bed. She grabbed him by the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled him in front of her.

  She could see the outline of his straining erection, the fabric taut and beckoning. Her hand followed her eyes and she traced the lines of his firm member with her fingers, the heat of his body searing her through the material.

  Taylor wanted him in her mouth. She went to work on his shorts, determined to fulfill her desire.

  “I want to fuck you all day.” His voice sounded rough.

  She knew his cock was large, but in the light streaming through the sheers covering the window, it seemed monstrous. She smoothed her fingers over its length. The skin on his shaft was velvet soft, the darkest of browns, darker than the skin anywhere else on his body.

  The sight of him, so hard, so big, aroused her as nothing ever had. She wet her lips. “I want you in my mouth.”

  Leaning down, her tongue darted out for an exploratory lick. He moaned, deep in his throat. Taylor loved the husky sound, felt it all the way to her center.

  Her clit pulsed and she grasped his wide cock at the base, bending it toward her lips. He was so thick she couldn’t clasp her fingers all the way around him. The memory of the searing pain as he entered her last night flittered through her mind, but she forced herself to focus on this, on now, on Brian.

  She was discovering there was a beautiful satisfaction in giving pleasure and she intended to enjoy the giving as fully as possible.