The girl in my arms shifts in her sleep. Her contented sigh breaks through the quiet room. The guys asked me to stay with her, and I gladly agreed. If I didn’t get to hold her and comfort her, I’d be headed out on a murderous rampage to find the motherfucker who ruined her apartment.
Finding Taylor in the corner of her bedroom, curled into a little ball, sobs wracking her small frame ranks one of the worst things I’ve witnessed, and I’ve witnessed a lot of shit in my life. The squeeze my heart gave physically hurt, and the only thing I wanted to do was fix everything for her.
After the original text I sent the guys to tell them she called, I managed to send another one after I got her home and somewhat calm. I wanted them to know I took her to my room, hoping they wouldn’t flip their shit when they didn’t find us downstairs.
After they came home and barreled in, their faces showed fear that mirrored my own. They worried about her, and it’s undeniable their worry hit them as intensely as mine did. It kills me that my brothers want the girl I’ve fallen for, but to know they’re as invested in her as I am gives me a sense of relief. The two feelings contradict each other in every way. I want her to myself, but I want them to look out for her and care about her as deeply as I do. It doesn’t make any fucking sense.
Maverick got close to getting hit for his suggestion of talking to the Harper-Smith family. They’re fantastic people, and the relationship between Maggie, Collin, and Jack doesn’t bother me in the least. They’re perfect parents. Neither does the relationship between Parker and her guys. But it isn’t something I ever thought twice about for myself. What guy would picture himself sharing his girl with his best friends? Or anyone else for that matter.
The way Taylor melted into me when Allistar started to rub her back earlier made shit more complex for me. She was calm with me, but she relaxed further under his touch. It was a relief to know she wouldn’t wake up and breakdown again. Then again, I wish my touch was the only one to make her melt.
With too many unanswered thoughts in my mind, I can’t keep still any longer. It isn’t easy for me to sit still for long periods of time under normal circumstances, and it’s worse when shit runs rampant through my head and decisions need to be made. The need to move overwhelms me, and I decide to head to our basement gym for a long workout and exhaust myself into a nice deep sleep. I start to wiggle away from Taylor. While I lie on my back, she lies with her head on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her arm tight around my waist. Originally, she sat on my lap, but she squirmed around in her sleep until she found a comfortable position.
My attempts at breaking free don’t go well. Taylor groans and grabs a fistful of my shirt, then pulls it toward her. “Syn?”
She’s half asleep, her voice rough with sleep and from crying.
I push my fingers through her hair and press my lips to her forehead. “I’m here, baby. I’ve got you.”
She turns her head, presses her face into my chest, then pulls in a deep breath. “You stayed with me?”
“Of course, I did.” I tuck her closer to me with my arm under her and breathe her in. “How do you feel?”
She stretches, yawns, then turns her face to watch me. “Tired and embarrassed. I’m sorry I fell apart on you.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’ll always here for you when you need me.” My fingers trail lightly up and down her back. She shivers under my touch, and my dick twitches at her little sigh of contentment. This girl keeps me semi-hard all the damn time. All she needs to do is look my way, and I’m done.
“Were you going somewhere?” she asks with a frown. Her hand flattens against my chest, right over my heart.
I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere if you want me here.” She sounds upset at the idea of me leaving her and damn it, if I don’t love it.
She nods against me. “I want you.” My body reacts instantly to her words. She may mean she wants me to stay with her, but my dick doesn’t hear the difference.
My mind scrambles to come up with a response that doesn’t sound like a dirty joke. It takes a while, and I have to glance away from her. She slides her body half on top of me and presses her lips to mine. I inhale a sharp breath, shocked as shit by her bold move. She backs away, only by half an inch, and her hooded, sleepy eyes seek mine. “You’ll stay with me?”
The silent plea in her gaze breaks any resolve I might possess to mind my manners. “Always, baby.”
With surprise on my side, it barely takes any effort to flip Taylor over and bring my body on top of hers. I use the surprise to my advantage and lock our mouths together. I force myself to go slow and give her enough of a chance to push me away if I read this all wrong.
Thank fuck I’m right about her wanting this as badly as I do. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my mouth harder against hers to deepen the kiss. Her teeth nip at my lips, and I smile into the kiss, teasing her tongue with mine. She continues to try and deepen the kiss, but I pull back every time she thinks she’s won. I make her wait while I tease and nip at her lips.
When she growls in frustration, I can’t help but chuckle. Her heels unexpectedly dig into my ass, and her hips thrust up against mine. The smile fades, and I shut my eyes tight to keep from showing how badly I want her to do it again.
“Are you trying to tease me, Syn?” she whispers in my ear. Her voice sounds more awake, but still breathy and sexy as fuck. She presses her hips to mine again and circles them this time.
I grunt and drop my forehead to her shoulder. “Fuck. You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Doing what?” Her tone drips with fake innocence. “You mean this?” She slides her hand down my back, around my hip, to the front of my jeans. Her hand slides up and down my length.
My jeans get tighter. I idly wonder if my dick could pop my zipper. “If you don’t quit that shit, I won’t be able to control myself.”
She giggles but doesn’t stop her torture.
I grunt and tighten the muscles in my stomach to gain some control. “You’re asking for trouble, aren’t you?”
“Depends.” She leans forward to nibble on my neck. Her free hand travels down my back, then back up. She pulls the hem of my shirt with her. “Does this trouble you’re talking about mean I get to see you naked?”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I wink, and she tosses her head back to laugh. A bit of the Taylor I’ve fallen for is back.
While she laughs, I push myself to sit up and reach behind me to grab my shirt and pull it over my shoulders. Her attention goes straight to my nipple rings, and it makes me laugh. She really seems to like them. My high school wild years may finally pay off.
She scoots back and sits up on her knees in front of me. Her hands hook onto my shoulders, then slowly slide down my sides and up my stomach. Finally, she lands on my chest. Her fingers lightly play with the metal bars, which is a sensitive spot for me. My body tenses, and I breathe deeply. The small bit of control left in me is the only thing preventing me from flipping her over and fucking her like a damn animal.
She glances up at me, then back down to my chest. Her fingers travel from the piercings to the tattoos wrapped around my shoulder and down my side. “This is sexy,” she murmurs quietly.
“Which part, the piercings or the tattoos?” My hands ball into fists at my sides while I force myself to allow her to explore. She wants to take her time, and I’ll let her no matter how much I want to take her quick and hard.
“All of it,” she admits as her nails rake over the tattoo on my side.
At my grunted response, she smirks and sits back on her heels. “I have a tattoo. Wanna see?”
If it’s on her body, then fuck yes, I want to see it. Rather than speak my mind, I simply nod. The breath leaves me as she pops the buttons of her shirt one by one. She takes her time, her eyes never leaving mine. My gaze follows her fingers until she reaches the last button. Unable to control myself, I reach up and push the shirt off. Freckles cover her shoulders, and I promise myself I will kiss every one of them before the night ends.
My eyes travel down her body but freeze when I land on her sides. My body tenses, and my vision goes red. She frowns at the sudden change in me and looks to where my attention has gone.
Before she can say anything, I pull her down to lie on her back and straddle her hips. She squeaks in surprise and watches me with wide eyes.
My hands hover over the hand-shaped bruises on her sides. “Was this from the other day?”
She nods and swallows hard.
“Does it hurt?” My fingers finally touch the deep purple marks.
She shakes her head and her hands cover mine. “I’m fine, Syn. They’re ugly, but they don’t hurt.”
I shake my head at her and lower my face closer to hers. “Nothing about you is ugly, Taylor.” She smiles softly, and I grin. “Except maybe these jeans. They’re horrible and should probably come off right now.”
She scoffs and smacks my chest. I cover her laughter with a kiss, this time harder than before. She follows my lead, taking everything I give her. With one hand on the bed by her head, I lift my body and blindly search for the button on her jeans with my free hand. She catches up on my intention and helps me get them off. She continues with the tit for tat routine, grabbing at my jeans and helping me out of them. The little vixen pulls my boxers down with them, and I wish I thought to do the same with her panties.
She breaks the kiss for a second. “I want to see you.”
I roll us to put her on top of me, and she straddles my hips. When my hardened cock hits her panty-covered center she gasps and throws her head back.
I like the way her gasp sounds, and I want it again. I trail my hands up her thighs and rub the insides with my thumbs. “Take your bra off, baby. If you get to see me, I get to see you.”
She bites her lip as she reaches behind her and unhooks the bra. She pulls it down her arms slowly. My patience vanishes, and I grab the bra to pull it the rest of the way off and toss it over her shoulder. She rolls her eyes and giggles at my impatience, but when my thumbs reach the edge of her panties, her exasperated eye roll turns into one of pleasure.
She bites down on her lip, and her hips move with the rhythm of my thumbs. When one thumb hooks onto her soaked panties and pulls them to the side and the other rubs the same circular motion on her clit, she shatters. I didn’t expect her to go off so quickly, but it’s the hottest fucking thing ever. Her head drops back, and she makes tiny whimpering noises. Her hips jerk up and down while her thighs tighten around me, and her fingers dig into my chest.
“Holy shit, I have to see that again.” My finger pushes through the lace of her panties, and I tear them away easily.
Still gasping for air, Taylor’s jaw drops. “You ruined them.”
I shoot her a wicked smile. “I’m about to ruin a lot more than your panties, baby.”
She gets no time to reply before I distract her. I run my hands up and down her body, making sure to pay special attention to her perfect tits. Round, pink, and hardened into little peaks, they beg to be sucked and licked. Unable to deny this girl anything she clearly wants, I sit up and pull one bud into my mouth, nipping and sucking while she squirms in my lap. Her bare center hits my cock and while I groan, she stills. I smirk against her nipple because I know why she froze.
She slides down my legs, taking her tits with her. My lip pokes out in a pout. “You stole my treat.”
Aside from the quirk of her lips, she ignores me. Her attention goes straight to the tip of my dick. “What is that?”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head. “You talking about my dick or the piercing, babe? Either way, I hope I don’t need to explain how they work.”
She smacks my chest and glares at me. “I know that, but...”
“But what?” I raise a brow and wait.
She simply shakes her head. “How the hell did you get the courage to do that?”
“I had just enlisted, and the guys and I went to celebrate. I had a few too many, and someone dared me to get it done.” I tap the ball on the top. “Next thing I know, I’ve got an apa piercing, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to try to take it out. It hurt like a motherfucker. I was blackout drunk, yet I remember that pain.”
“You seriously got pierced?” She snorts and lowers her head for a better look. She’s so close I feel her breath, and my prick twitches. She shoots me a mischievous smile, and my balls tighten. “You’re going to make a mess, Syn.”
She tsks at the small drops beading on the tip. Her tongue darts out to lick them up, and I drop back onto the bed. “Holy fuck.”
“Something wrong?” she asks innocently.
I try to answer, but before I can, she pulls me fully into her mouth and sucks hard. My hips and back arch off the bed, my head thrown back with a loud moan. Her mouth is fucking magic. She doesn’t let up or slow down. She sucks and licks until my body shakes with the effort it takes not to blow my load down her throat.
“Tay—” I grunt as her tongue swirls around the rim. It takes a few short panting breaths for me to talk again. “Fuck, babe. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum in that perfect little mouth of yours.”
She hums, and it’s my breaking point. I grab her under the arms, pull her up, then roll us over to put her under me in one move. Her expression is one of pure satisfaction. The damn minx wanted me to lose control.
“You’re a tease,” I growl, kissing her hard and fast.
She wraps her legs around my hips, and I take the invitation to drive into her in one thrust. We break the kiss and take a second to catch our breath and gain some bearings.
“Syn,” she moans, her nails raking down my back. “If you don’t do something, I’m not responsible for my actions.”
I smirk even while my body breaks out in a sweat. Holding back may kill me, but it’s worth it. “Do something like what?” I slide out of her slowly. The piercing does its job, and she arches off the bed. “Like that? You want me to do that?”
“Oh, god, yes.” She shuts her eyes tightly and digs her nails into my back as I slide back in slowly. “Please, Syn, go faster.”
I listen to her directions and pick up speed but keep my thrusts gentle. “Is that better, baby?”
The bite of her nails in my back only makes it harder for me to hold back. She digs them in, and it stings in the best fucking way possible. I lean down to nip at her shoulder and neck, only pausing to whisper in her ear, “Tell me what you want, Taylor.”
“You,” she shouts, her legs tightening around my hips. “Syn, I need you, please. Go faster.”
“I’m going faster,” I remind her. My face drops to the crook of her neck to hide my own painful struggle.
She moans low and long, her nails going down my back, a light burn left in their path. “Harder, then. Fuck me harder. Damn it, Syn. Fuck me harder.”
She thrashes her head back and forth, her hips thrusting hard under mine, desperate for the little push she needs.
My control drops, and I stop the torture for both of us. I give her what we both want. I drive into her hard and fast, pumping in and out, over and over, while her moans grow louder and louder. She starts to scream as her release grips her, but I swallow it with a hard kiss. Her release brings me over the edge. Her walls squeeze me hard, milking everything from me, and I gladly give it to her.
It feels like hours of the best orgasm of my life. Finally, both of us collapse onto the bed. Our intertwined bodies slick and shaky. Taylor runs her hand through my hair to push it away from my forehead. The gesture hits me hard—it’s not something a girl in search of a quick fuck would do. Not that I thought Taylor wanted that. It’s what I’m used to. Girls want to fuck and fly. It used to be fine with me because I never wanted anything more until now, until Taylor. It surprises me how much I enjoy holding her close and doing the after-cuddle shit I never wanted before.
If agreeing to try something different with my best friends and Taylor means ending up like this more often, then it may be worth it.
The best sex of my fucking life isn’t the only cause of my swift decision. I already knew she was beautiful, smart, and funny, but now, I know she fits against me perfectly. She said she wanted me, not only sex from me, and she let me have her. There’s no way I can deny this perfect girl anything she wants, and if she still wants me, I will do whatever it takes to keep her.
Her recent history with Marak and Allistar hurts. But the idea of letting her go kills me. The next time the subject comes up, I plan to tell the guys I want to attempt this shit if they do and if Taylor does.
The odds of all five of us agreeing to this relationship are slim to none, but I’ll risk it for her. I’ll risk it to keep my brothers and my girl. I’d do anything for my family and the people I love. If it keeps the serene smile on her sleeping face, I’ll do whatever she wants.
The last thing I remember before I pass out with Taylor’s fingers in my hair is thinking I got in a great workout after all.