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“Are you going to the fair?” I ask Taylor.
She unhooks one leg from the other and stretches them out on the floor, her arms raised above her head. “Bex mentioned it. But we have to get to practice first. Actually, Bex should’ve been home by now. I guess Parker is holding her captive.”
Taylor slides off the bed, still dressed in the spandex shorts from last night that ride up her long, toned legs. She has basketball player legs, every curve sculpted to perfection. I can’t stop staring at her body from her toned thighs to her full lips and perky tits.
She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Hey, buddy, up here.” Taylor points at her eyes, and I have to laugh at the bossy look on her beautiful face.
“Stop calling me buddy.”
“What should I call you instead?”
“How about my name?”
“You know what I started calling you last night in my head?” A devious look crosses her face.
The corner of my mouth pulls up into a crooked grin. “No, but please, do share.”
She moves in front of me, her hands on her hips as she stares me down. “My gentle giant.”
I laugh so hard, I snort. “Oh my God… you sound like my mom. Please don’t start calling me that.”
“What?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re a giant… and not as rough as I was expecting. The name kinda fits.”
“I guess anything is better than Big Guy.”
“And why is that?”
“Because that’s what my mom calls my dad.”
“So, does that make you Little Big Guy?” She tilts her head back and laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that, but that would be pretty damn funny.”
“No, she calls me Drakey. I hate it. But I also kinda like it because it’s her name for me.”
Standing in front of me, she makes room for herself between my legs and grips my shoulders. “Sounds like you’re close with your mom.”
“Yeah. She’s awesome. A little different but definitely one of the cooler parents. All of my friends have a crush on her. And it doesn’t hurt that she writes really nasty romance books that now all of them have read and imagine her in them.”
Taylor’s laughter shakes through me. “What’s her name?”
“Sydney Donovan but she writes under Sydney Carroway, her maiden name.”
Taylor covers her mouth with her hand and gasps. “Holy shit, your mom is Sydney Carroway.” When she squeals, I cringe. “I love her books. They’re so hot and funny. Damn, so your dad is the guy in all of her books then, huh?”
I turn my head away from her and sigh. “Yeah, unfortunately. The whole thing grosses me out. Sometimes, I even hear them talking about things they need to try for her books.”
She makes a sound that’s a mixture of laughter and gagging. “That’s awesome.”
I look up at her, shaking my head. “No, not even close. You have no idea what it’s like to live with them. She even recruited my sister to help her plot and write books. They do it together now.”
“Well, that’s kinda weird if she’s writing about your dad.”
“She’s not writing about him… just inspired by him.”
“So, I guess that’s where you get your monster cock from. She talks about that a lot in her books.”
“You have no filter,” I shoot back. “Ugh, you’re talking about my parents. This shit makes me want to puke.”
Taylor runs her hands down my arms, sending an electric pulse through them.
“Keep doing that. It feels good.”
I close my eyes, and she continues to rub my skin with hers, eventually dipping down to press her lips to mine. She climbs onto my lap and rocks her hips as she sweeps her tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t hard but now I am. After last night, and now this morning, I’m gonna be hurting like a motherfucker later.
Gripping her hair with my hand, I pull her closer, so fucking greedy when it comes to her I can’t get enough. She grinds on me, my dick painfully hard. I’m like an animal when it comes to Taylor—fisting handfuls of her hair, my hands traveling over every surface of her body.
My head spins when she separates her lips from mine, her lips parted and chapped. She’s gasping for air and panting like she’s in heat. Taylor licks her lips, and then she lowers her head. Her eyes widen when she takes in the sight of my cock poking through the slit in my boxers. I reach down to fix myself, but she clutches my wrist before I get the chance.
“I want to touch it,” she says against my lips.
“It’s not a toy, Taylor.”
“I can take that pain away for you… if you want me to.”
Her hand falls from my wrist to wrap around the base of my cock. Sliding her hand up and down my shaft, she moans into my mouth as she slips her tongue inside. I never expected Taylor to want to touch my dick, let alone make me come. It seems like the more I lower my guard and let her in, her resolve fades.
