He smells so fucking good. “Now,” he says. “Bend your knees.” He bends and pushes my knee forward with his hands. “You’re gonna swing back, aim for his jaw and follow through.” He shows me the movements, but I’m too excited to really see what he’s doing. He’s so firm. So fit.
“Can you do it alone, Layla?” he whispers in my ear, his lips touching underneath my lobe. I nod, but it’s only to distract myself from wanting to attack him.
I do what he says and take a swing at the bag, it sways slightly. He chuckles. “Try again. This time harder.”
Biting my lip, I take another swing, this time it squeaks and bounds back and forth on the chain. “Well done, baby girl. I think you’ve got the hang of it.” He squeezes my side with his palm and the heat makes me shiver despite the heat of the gym.
“Now, you can watch. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
I watch in awe as Taylor works out. More people have started to flood in but I’m still sitting in my chair watching carefully. I grip the cool medal edge and watch as he squares off with another fighter. He’s down in three minutes, slapping the floor. I want to smile, seeing Taylor so menacing, but he helps the guy up and laughs it off.
When he glances up, he winks and jumps over the rope. “Having fun?” he asks.
Yes, I want to shout. I love watching him. Instead I shrug and say, “sure, you’re pretty good. You say you have a match tomorrow, right?”
He nods. “Yep. Now,” he picks up his bag, “let’s get back to the house. I’m fucking starving. I’m fixing dinner.”
Of course he cooks.
I watch TV while Taylor showers. He says he doesn’t need my help cooking, so I make myself at home. Cindy has texted and called me fifty times. I finally tell her where I am. She calls me a sex slave and says she’ll feed Mittens that I need the dick. Nasty ass. That’s nothing compared to Eric who has been asking me questions all day long. Have you seen it yet? You have to let me know how big he is. Are you ignoring me?
My friends are perves.
Taylor walks out of the shower, sweat pants low on his hips. The perfectly sculptured V is poking out, begging for me to look. “So, I hope you like tacos, because I make the best in the damn city.”
I laugh. “You’ve been in a taco contest to know this, or are you just that full of yourself.”
Taylor narrows his gaze and dumps some hamburger meat into the pan. “I’m confident, there is a difference, Layla.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I say, sliding onto the barstool. I glance over as he cooks, he taste things, ask me to taste them and finally serves us food.
When we’re sitting in the living room floor, eating on the tale, I almost feel normal being around him. I know it’s not right, I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I can’t help but want to be here.
“You okay?” Taylor asks, sliding his plate away from him. “You’ve been super quiet. You were even quiet when I told you your boobs look great in that shirt.”
I smile and shrug. “Maybe I enjoyed the compliment.”
Taylor takes me in, gray eyes watching my every move. His tongue darts out, sliding against this bottom lip. “Well,” he slides away from the couch and toward me. “Maybe it would be a good idea to tell you that I want to kiss you again.” He dips his head low. “You think we could arrange one?” He smirks.
My insides burn. “Last time you said one kiss, you put me on your lap and sucked on my breasts.” Did I really just say that? He is watching my lips now, smile rising from his own.
“Well, what if I tell you, that you’re in control. I’ll let you do anything and if that mean s nothing, that’s fine. I just want to make sure you’re okay with it first. I’m not going to make you do anything, remember that.”
The place between my legs tightens, and
“Can you do it alone, Layla?” he whispers in my ear, his lips touching underneath my lobe. I nod, but it’s only to distract myself from wanting to attack him.
I do what he says and take a swing at the bag, it sways slightly. He chuckles. “Try again. This time harder.”
Biting my lip, I take another swing, this time it squeaks and bounds back and forth on the chain. “Well done, baby girl. I think you’ve got the hang of it.” He squeezes my side with his palm and the heat makes me shiver despite the heat of the gym.
“Now, you can watch. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
I watch in awe as Taylor works out. More people have started to flood in but I’m still sitting in my chair watching carefully. I grip the cool medal edge and watch as he squares off with another fighter. He’s down in three minutes, slapping the floor. I want to smile, seeing Taylor so menacing, but he helps the guy up and laughs it off.
When he glances up, he winks and jumps over the rope. “Having fun?” he asks.
Yes, I want to shout. I love watching him. Instead I shrug and say, “sure, you’re pretty good. You say you have a match tomorrow, right?”
He nods. “Yep. Now,” he picks up his bag, “let’s get back to the house. I’m fucking starving. I’m fixing dinner.”
Of course he cooks.
I watch TV while Taylor showers. He says he doesn’t need my help cooking, so I make myself at home. Cindy has texted and called me fifty times. I finally tell her where I am. She calls me a sex slave and says she’ll feed Mittens that I need the dick. Nasty ass. That’s nothing compared to Eric who has been asking me questions all day long. Have you seen it yet? You have to let me know how big he is. Are you ignoring me?
My friends are perves.
Taylor walks out of the shower, sweat pants low on his hips. The perfectly sculptured V is poking out, begging for me to look. “So, I hope you like tacos, because I make the best in the damn city.”
I laugh. “You’ve been in a taco contest to know this, or are you just that full of yourself.”
Taylor narrows his gaze and dumps some hamburger meat into the pan. “I’m confident, there is a difference, Layla.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” I say, sliding onto the barstool. I glance over as he cooks, he taste things, ask me to taste them and finally serves us food.
When we’re sitting in the living room floor, eating on the tale, I almost feel normal being around him. I know it’s not right, I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I can’t help but want to be here.
“You okay?” Taylor asks, sliding his plate away from him. “You’ve been super quiet. You were even quiet when I told you your boobs look great in that shirt.”
I smile and shrug. “Maybe I enjoyed the compliment.”
Taylor takes me in, gray eyes watching my every move. His tongue darts out, sliding against this bottom lip. “Well,” he slides away from the couch and toward me. “Maybe it would be a good idea to tell you that I want to kiss you again.” He dips his head low. “You think we could arrange one?” He smirks.
My insides burn. “Last time you said one kiss, you put me on your lap and sucked on my breasts.” Did I really just say that? He is watching my lips now, smile rising from his own.
“Well, what if I tell you, that you’re in control. I’ll let you do anything and if that mean s nothing, that’s fine. I just want to make sure you’re okay with it first. I’m not going to make you do anything, remember that.”
The place between my legs tightens, and
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