Taylor places her bags on the couch, and then I show her the kitchen, the back porch, where the laundry room is, and my bedroom. That made her voice hitch, finally concluding the tour with the bedroom she’ll be staying in, that’s right next to mine. The two rooms share a wall, it’s not lost on me that both beds back up to one another with only a few pieces of wood along with some drywall separating the two. Sleep will be next to impossible.
“Slade, thank you again for helping me. I know Travis asked, but I knew if it got worse, I would have sucked up my pride and come to you.”
“Finally, you admit this shit is more than a prank.” A piece of her hair has come loose, my fingers unknowingly move it out of her face without thinking. My fingertips trace the slope of her neck. When she sways toward me, I know I have to back off.
“I’ll go grab your bags. Take your time, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” I kiss her forehead before leaving the bedroom. If I don’t step away, I’ll strip her bare, throw her on the bed, and make her mine, consequences be damned.
I head downstairs, walk into the kitchen and grab the menus before clutching her luggage so when Taylor comes down, she can help figure out what to order. Bridger wasn’t kidding when he said she likes to shop for lingerie. Seeing the lace and satin spilling out of her bag, it took everything I had to control my hard-on from showing, not to mention my desire to see her wearing those for me and only me.
Fuck, this is going to take an act of God to keep me away from Taylor, and I’m not sure I’m that strong enough. I made a promise to Travis, one I know I’ll keep. I’d do anything to keep her safe, but who is to say I can keep her safe from me?
“Hey?” I’m gripping the kitchen counter, trying to talk some sense into myself when she places her hand on mine. “I’ll listen, I swear. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it, Slade. I don’t want to be any more of a burden on you than I already am.”
“You’re not a burden. Come here.” I hold my arms open for her. This is more for me than her, but I bring her into my arms. She loops her arms around my neck and my hand glides to her hips while I lean down into her body. The way her breasts feel pressed against my chest, how she hums her approval, and when she borrows herself into the crook of my neck, I know I’m a fucking goner. Consequences be damned, Taylor was always meant to be mine, and I’m going to fucking claim her.
“How about we order some dinner from Crave tonight?” I say as we pull apart.
“That sounds so good. I haven’t had their Philly cheesesteak sub in so long,” she groans, giving me all kinds of ideas of how she’ll respond to my lips on hers, my tongue licking her pussy, and my cock buried deep inside her.
I clear my throat and silently cuss my raging cock that’s about to bust the zipper from just a hug.
“I’ll get it ordered and then take your bags up this time.”
“How about I order our dinner while you do that, or I can bring my bags upstairs?”
“You order. I’ll do the heavy lifting.” I throw my wallet on the counter. “Card is in my wallet, and Taylor?”
“Yes?” Her eyes dart from my wallet to my face.
“Use my card, Taylor.”
“I’ll get right on that, Mr. Bossy Pants. But what would you like me to order for you? Because, you know, that would be a helpful hint.” That mouth of hers is nothing but trouble. The ideas on how I can keep it busy are endless.
“I’ll take the ‘Q Sammich’ and heavy on the sass,” the way her face flushes, I wink at her and tap the kitchen counter before heading out to grab her bags for her.
Six
Taylor
We ate dinner together at his breakfast bar, both of us laughing our asses off until my yawning became uncontrollable. Slade and I picked up our mess, then we went our separate ways. He veered off to his home office, while I went upstairs to shower and head to bed.
The bedroom he put me in is nicely decorated, if not a little plain. The walls are painted a light grey. The furniture matches in its dark wood tone, and the bedding is white and just might be the most luxurious I’ve ever laid on. I bypass the bed this time, remembering lying on it when Slade brought me up here earlier.
I unpack my toiletries first, wanting to get out of my work clothes and wash this day away, then maybe I can sleep. I didn’t tell Travis or Slade, but this has worried me a lot more than I let on, making it to where sleep has been come and go, my saving grace being a great concealer to hide the dark circles. When tomorrow comes though, there will be no hiding them. One thing I refuse to do is wear makeup on the weekends. Those are my days to be a bum on a log—comfortable clothes, messy hair, and a clean face. I make quick work of unpacking my toiletries, then go back out to the bedroom to place my clothes in the long dresser that’s in the room. It may have seemed like I was messy when packing my clothes, but truth be told, I’m a bit of a neat freak. As I take my clothes out of the suitcase, I refold them and then place them in the drawers.
When that’s finally done, I grab my pretty satin nightgown with matching panties, walk into the bathroom, and finally get into the shower. The hot water beating down on my tired bones invigorates and soothes me all at once. My thoughts go back to Slade—how he held me, the way our bodies seemed to gravitate so seamlessly together, it has me thinking about what it would be like to be Slade’s, forever.
My body comes alive at the thought. Knowing I need to quit this way of thinking, I finish scrubbing my body before turning the water off.
“Don’t even go there,” I mumble to myself as I dry myself off, then slather lotion on my body before sliding into my pajamas. I finish up my routine, turn off the lights, and then climb into a bed that isn’t my own. If I’m lucky, maybe they’ll have Slade’s scent on them; the smell of citrus, spice, and the undercurrent of juniper berries. It’s enough to have me eternally moaning in pleasure.
I pull the comforter and sheets back, sliding inside. When my head hits the pillow, I already know sleep isn’t going to come easy, even with the scent of Slade’s laundry detergent surrounding me.
“Ugh.” I try to get comfortable, and even that isn’t working. Instead of tossing and turning or counting sheep, I do something else. My fingers slide down the slope of my neck and reach into the top of my night gown, pulling the cup down, pinching my nipple all while imagining its Slade’s tongue teasing me. My other hand gathers my night gown, lifting it above my hips before delving into my panties. I can already feel myself wet with desire; it’s pouring out of me. All the while thinking if Slade were in this room, he’d be naked, skimming over my skin, teasing me every step of the way. My fingers find my bare, soaked to the core pussy. I tease the lips of my center before dipping my middle finger inside at first, and my center clenches down on it as if it was mimicking Slade’s length. I add another finger, causing me to gasp out loud, “Slade.”
My head tips back. I want Slade inside me, not my fingers.
“Oh, God.” I speed up my pace with my fingers while my other hand pinches my nipple. I swear I can feel Slade’s lips licking up and down every single curve of my body.