“It’s just time for me to find someone who wants to show me in a way other than sex. To think all this time I thought you had the wall up, Taylor. I didn’t want to accept that Matt’s is the thickest of all.
“I’m starting to think he stays with me because he can get sex when he wants it without having to go look for it at the bars. He conveniently showed interest in me about the time he lost his wingman.”
Hannah rubs Morgan’s leg. “I swear I don’t think that’s it. Brett says he believes Matt loves you.”
“I guess we’ll know soon when he hears my ultimatum.”
“You’re wonderful, Morgan, and whether it’s Matt or not, in the end you’ll be with a man who loves you because you’re strong, and I know you won’t settle for less,” I say.
Morgan walks over and hugs me. “Taylor, I’m so glad you’re back to the girl I knew years ago, and you’re even happier. I’m upset about Matt, but I’m beyond happy for you and Dylan.”
“Girls, I think it’s time to order pizza and get this last party started. I’m determined we’re having a fun night,” Hannah says.
Dylan
Hannah comes into the game room. I see her look at Austin and Cody on the PS3. “Babe, will you and Dylan go pick up pizzas? The place won’t deliver here.”
“Sure, we need more beer, anyway. We’ll be out there in a few minutes.”
“Thanks,” Hannah says before she leaves the room.
Brett pats his stomach. “My body is telling me to get back to only drinking some on the weekend and to get to the damn gym.”
“I’m getting all the exercise I need right now,” I say.
Brett smirks. “I think you and I lucked out with the girls.”
Cody pauses the game and turns around. “Did you not hear me say that Jasmine is a freak in bed?”
“Yeah, but she’s not yours,” Brett says.
“Doesn’t matter since I’m still gettin’ it right now, and I think I’m going to ask her to only date me. Maybe we need to swap stories to see who has the best girl in bed.”
“Hell no, I don’t even want you having an image of Taylor doing the things she’s already done.”
“I’m with Dylan on this one,” Brett adds.
“Me too. I share, but there’s a fine line there on how much. If the shit got back to the girls, then they’d cut us off,” Austin says.
Cody looks back at us again. “I’m not buyin’ it. I bet they talk details, and one of us needs to find out.”
“That can be your next question when we play quarters, douche bag,” I say.
Brett and I leave to get the pizzas. “Cody has to fall in love, or he’s going to be on my last nerve. He doesn’t get it.”
Brett laughs. “I wish you could hear yourself, man. I have to ask you something why we’re alone. What the hell happened to you and Taylor when you were stranded?”
“All I’ll say is I had to keep her warm for a lot of hours. I don’t think anyone realizes how cold we were. No matter how much she pissed me off, all I could focus on was protecting her.
“Once I had her that close to me ... I knew I had to have her. She let her guard down enough for me to see a sweet side. I can’t share more than that, but it’s a night I won’t ever forget or regret.”
“That was beautiful, man,” Brett says, pretending to wipe away tears before he grabs my shoulder.
“Oh shut up, asshole.”
“I’m genuinely happy for you two. I hope you stay together. I really do, man.”
“It’s scary shit. I can’t get her out of my head, and I don’t think I could ever get enough of her, and I mean ever.”
“Damn, Dylan, you’re in deep.”
“Has it changed for you and Hannah? It sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“Only for the better. I’ll never get enough of her, either, and honestly, it’s like Austin said. The more I love her, and the more comfortable we get with each other, the better the sex is.”
“Don’t tell me that, man. I already thought my heart was going to stop a couple of times. I can’t imagine sex getting any better than this.”
“I’m still going with the idea you two were abducted by aliens that night you were stranded. For you to go from cringing to being within spitting distance of each other to this is unbelievable.”
“I always wanted her, and I believe now she wanted me. We’re both just stubborn and passionate. Damn, what’s happening to me?”
Brett laughs, and I make him swear not to tell our buddies what I’ve said.
***
Taylor’s a lefty, so I’m able to hold her hand under the table while we eat our salad and pizza. I feel like I’m in middle school, and I don’t care. I’m sick in love. We keep looking at each other and smiling as if no one’s around.
“It’s too weird watching you two together,” Cody says from across the table.
“It’s love, buddy. You should try it.” I smirk as I look into Taylor’s eyes. After dinner, I drag her into the hallway where we shared our first heated kiss and wrap her up in my arms.
“I’m already craving you again, especially your taste. You taste so good, and I’m not just talking about this mouth of yours.” I run the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip.
She tries to free herself from my grip. “Stop, Dylan, you’re getting me really turned on, and you’re the one who said we need to visit with our friends tonight. Cody hasn’t been as pleasant to me lately. Go keep him company, so he’ll stop pouting.”
“OK, but don’t think for a second that I won’t be fantasizing about my tongue on you,” I whisper in her ear.
She pulls herself away and grins. “God, Dylan, you can be so exhausting sometimes.”
I yank her back into my arms, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, giving her a lustful kiss. It’s so hot when she gives me attitude. “Don’t even start your shit again, chick.” I grab hold of her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth.
“I love you,” she says after I let her lip go.
“I love you, too, sunshine, now give me some damn space. You’re smothering me,” I say, dunking my head in case she tries to hit me.
“Dylan!”
I weasel around her and run through the cabin. She chases me, but I spin around right when she catches up. I put her to the ground and straddle her, tickling her hard. She squeals, and I finally stop when I see she can barely get her breath.
“I’ll get you back for this. You just wait and see.” She looks up at me as I hold her wrists and stare down at her. I feel the lust surging between us, so I jump up and pull her up by her hand. I give her a quick peck on the cheek and go straight into the game room without a backward glance, or I’ll be carrying her up to her room.
One Last Hurrah
Taylor
After Dylan walks away from me, I look over to find all my girlfriends staring at me.
Chelsea shakes her head. “It’s too bizarre watching you and Dylan joke around. Let’s not even talk about the sizzling heat. It’s been obvious since you met that you wanted to jump each other’s bones. You’ve been falling in love for months but couldn’t get along long enough to see it.”
“We haven’t seen you interact that much while getting along, and I have to agree with Chelsea, it’s weird. Now we have heard plenty of your interactions,” Hannah says, giggling.
I shake my finger at them. “I heard my share of moans from all you girls earlier in this trip, and I’d probably still be hearing them if I wasn’t so engrossed in my own pleasure.
“Hey, guys, Taylor’s out here saying something about pleasure and moans,” Cody yells back as he walks into the great room. Dylan comes strolling in with a sly grin on his face.
“So, sunshine, what are you sharing out here?”
I giggle. He’s so damn cute. “I swear I’m not talking about anything we did. The girls are giving me grief about ... um ... the moaning.”
“I’m just checking since my buddies and I are under the impression
that we’d be cut off from sex if we share a single detail of what you women are willing to do under the sheets, or on the sheets, or in the shower, or on the—”
“Gosh, Dylan, I see you’re back to your old self,” Chelsea says.
Dylan winks as he prowls closer to me. “Don’t worry. I already told the guys I don’t want them picturing you doing anything, so your secrets are safe with me.”
I roll my eyes as I stand and put my arms around his neck. “Good to know, sweetie.” Putting my mouth to his ear, I whisper, “We need to add some places to your list. The bed and shower are not creative enough.” I play with the back of his hair and take his earlobe into my mouth, circling it with my tongue.
He yanks my arms down. “Dammit, Taylor. That’s not even funny when I have to keep my hands off of you.”
“That’s what you get for getting me turned on in the hallway and tickling me. Don’t underestimate how alike we are.”
Dylan turns around, and I notice him adjusting his jeans on his way back to his game of pool. I sit back down, grinning with satisfaction as the girls bust out laughing.
For at least two hours, we drink wine and giggle while practicing different ways of fixing each other’s hair from the tutorials we’re watching on YouTube. I feel so blessed to be back around my girlfriends.
Matt strolls into the room, and it’s noticeable that he’s consumed too many beers. He walks over to Morgan and grabs her hand. “Will you please come to bed with me?”
“No, Matt, not tonight. You’re drunk, so just go to sleep. Have you already forgotten what happened today because that wouldn’t surprise me?”
He swiftly pulls her up into his arms and kisses her hard. “Don’t make me sleep without you.”
This has to be awkward for my friends. It sure is for me. Morgan gazes up into his glazed eyes.
“Please, baby,” he says.
“OK.” she sighs before he pulls her behind him to the stairs.
“I can’t believe she gave in to him,” Chelsea says.
Jasmine looks at Chelsea. “She’s had a lot to drink. We should probably cut her a break tonight.”
“You’re right, and she told us she’d deal with it when she got home,” Hannah adds.
The next thing I know, Dylan’s standing in front of me, holding his hand out. Butterflies flutter in my stomach when I see there’s no humor in his eyes. We’ve both had a few drinks so my inhibitions have been drowned by alcohol and desire. I just want to rip his clothes off.
He follows me into my room, and the second I hear the door shut, I spin around. Our eyes lock for about two seconds before our hands are all over each other. He plunges his tongue into my mouth as his hands tangle in my hair. Desire gushes through me as I wrap my arms around his waist, kissing him back with fervor.
I slide my hands down into the back of his jeans onto his toned ass and squeeze hard. He surrenders my mouth and devours my neck, licking and sucking it. I can hardly take the erotic feel of his searing breath on my neck, so I begin yanking his shirt off, wanting to feel all of his flesh.
For over half a freakin’ year, this is the way I fantasized about having sex with Dylan. Then I would be furious with myself for wanting him. I knew if we ever hooked up there would be this kind of passion, so I’m actually surprised it’s just now happening this way.
We strip the remaining clothes off each other as quickly as possible, all our pent up lust gushing from us. Once I’m just in my lacy, purple thong, Dylan stops moving and looks at me.
“I would soak up this view longer, but I can’t wait to touch you,” he says before he picks me up and carries me to the bed. I scoot to the center and admire his body from head to toe, watching the movements of his sexy, streamlined muscles as he puts on a condom.
“I swear, Dylan, you have the hottest body, and I need it on me.” As if my words tore through his last thread of self-control, he spreads my legs, and with one grab of my panties, he rips them off before plunging inside me, burying himself time after time.
A sheet of pleasure splays over me with every thrust, a tingling sensation spreading from my core. It radiates out to my extremities until I’m completely possessed by it. Completely owned by Dylan.
He lets out a sharp growl as his swollen flesh collides against my release. He stills and trembles, clinging to me as if I’m his only link to survival. “You own me, Taylor. You fucking own me.”
“I think I’m the one who’s owned. How about we just love each other a whole lot.”
He chuckles, and the joyful vibration fills my ear. “If that’s what you want to call it, sunshine, but I feel there’s something deeper than love between us.” Dylan gets up and before I know it, he has me pulled tight against him. It’s my favorite place to be.
***
Dylan is staring at me when I open my eyes, anxiety written all over his face. The day has come when we’ll have to go our separate ways, and temporary or not, we’re dreading it. The first week of a relationship doesn’t normally consist of spending every sleeping moment together and most of the waking, but nothing about our relationship has been normal to this point.
“Everything’s going to be OK.” I reach over to play with his disheveled hair.
“I’m not gonna lie. I’m worried. I live in an old house with three other dudes, and I work as an electrician. That’s going to become very evident to you soon.”
“We’re not doing this. I don’t care how much money you make or what job you do, and contrary to your belief up until this week, I’ve never thought I was better than you. I love you for who you are on the inside and also for this luscious body, so shut it.” I hold a finger over his mouth.
He grabs my finger and lightly bites it. “I love you. I’m worried about something else.”
“What?”
“Please tell me I didn’t rip a hundred dollar pair of panties off of you.”
“They were actually two hundred, but that’s OK.”
Dylan’s illuminating green eyes enlarge.
“I’m just kidding.”
He grabs both of my hands. “Do we need to be tickled again?”
“No, please don’t. Initiation over.”
Dylan becomes serious again as he runs a hand down my hair. “I have very little self-control with you. You’re making me an animal, so I need to put the brakes on before I accidentally hurt you. I’ve never ripped clothing off before.”
“There’s been a lot of firsts for me too this week, and I’ve loved every second of it. Please don’t hold back with me.”
Dylan starts laughing. I’m talking about one of those deep belly laughs.
“What’s so funny?”
“I thought growing up around all those men in the music business would’ve given you a little more insight into how our brains work, but I was mistaken. We always have to hold back, sweetheart.”
“Well, I’ve loved all of it, so I don’t see what the problem is.” I try to say it with attitude and confidence. I don’t like how sexually experienced he is, but I also don’t like how inexperienced I am. I admit I feel a need to appear tougher and braver with him than I am.
“Don’t get mad at me, but I was sure you were a prude. Of course, that was before I knew who your daddy is.”
He’s giving me his signature grin. The kind that I’ve now decided is ninety-five percent charm and only five percent bullshit.
“I’m not a prude,” I say peeved.
“You don’t say.” With his hand on his stomach, he laughs again.
“You’re a pill, Dylan! I was about to say, ‘What do I have to do to prove I’m not a prude, swing on a damn pole?’”
His eyebrows raise, and he points at me. “Now, there’s a sight I need to see. You do that, and then I won’t think you’re a prude.”
He instantly holds his hands over his face. I’m guessing he expects me to hit him. I cover his face with my pillow instead. He throws it and yanks me into his arms, hugging me snugly for several minutes. “I don�
�t want to go home,” I say with my face against his neck while nothing but love surrounds us.
“This is home right here, Taylor. No matter where we are.”
Virtual Reality
Dylan
After opening the back of the Escalade, I spot the thin, long sleeve shirt Taylor was wearing during our ride to the cabin. My heart sets out on a race again as I think about kissing Taylor back here and sleeping against her smooth skin.
She sees the shirt and peers up at me shyly as we put the suitcases in, which is really cute after everything we’ve done. I shut the hatch and pull her into my chest.
Feeling as if I’m never going to see her again, I kiss her forehead. Could I be any more whipped? Seeing Taylor’s shirt makes me very aware of how much has happened in a very short period of time.
“Dude, she’s riding with you,” Matt says, walking past us to the car.
Cody comes walking toward us next. “I didn’t think any couple could be more sickening in love than Brett and Hannah. You two are proving me wrong.”
***
We’re about half way home when I feel Taylor’s gaze on me. I glance to her. “What? I see your wheels turning over there. I hope it’s something dirty going through that pretty head of yours.”
“Dylan, when are you going to play for me?”
I frown. This is not what I want to discuss. “I don’t know. I only feel comfortable playing in front of strangers.”
“You should already know that’s not going to fly with me.”
I take a deep breath. “I figured as much, but I had to try.”
“I heard plenty already to know how talented you are, and I’ll make you believe that.”
I grab her hand and hold it between us. “I understand why this is important to you, but you need to let it go. I’ll play for you soon, but this is a hobby for me, nothing more.”
“It could be more, and you told me yourself on the way down here that it would be your first choice. I’ve heard every great guitarist play in person, and I’m telling you with all my heart that you’re just as good if not better, and I swear I would’ve told you that even if we didn’t get together.”
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