Page 3 of Taylor
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New Year’s Evetwo yearsago…
Iclockhim the minute he walks in. He arrived with a pretty little blonde, so at first, I think my luck is out. That is until he starts looking my way. He looks too good to be true: tall, dark, and fucking gorgeous. His dark—almost black—hair is shaved close to his head. His eyes are the same colour and his stare is intense. One look from him touches me deep; I’ve never experienced that before. His skin is tanned and covering the most incredibly muscular frame. My mouth waters for ataste.
I know he’s interested, so I come up with a way to hopefully get him alone. I’ve never made it a secret that I’m gay but I’ve never openly told anyone other than my sister, Beth, and my old school friend, Abbi. I’m pretty sure everyone knows, though—apart from my mother, who dreams of weddings, big hats, and babies. I’ve never had the heart to ruin them by telling her the truth. It doesn’t mean I won’t; I’ve just never found anyone important enough to introduce to them. I want that to change, though. I’m done bed hopping. I want to find someone I can share my life with. I want fun inside and outside of the bedroom. Someone I can trust to befaithful.
I watch as one of the partygoers takes themselves to the bathroom on this floor of Molly and Ryan’s house and I use that as an opportunity to leave the room in favour of the bathroom upstairs, after making a show of trying the locked door. I glance his way as I leave the room and, just as I hope, he’s watching my everymove.
When I hear the door handle being wiggled, I suddenly feel a bolt of nerves hit me. I haven’t been with anyone since I decided to stop pissing about. I haven’t found anyone interested in anything more than a quick shag. I’m hoping this guy is going to be different. My gut says that heis.
I swallow down my nerves, unlock the door, and step out. Those nerves soon disappear when I look into his dark, hungry eyes. I stand still and let his eyes run over me. It allows me time to do the same to him. His crisp white shirt is pulled tight across his broad shoulders and shows off his sculpted chest and slim waist perfectly. His pants are tight and I desperately want to ask him to turn around so I can check out hisass.
I don’t know what comes over me in those few minutes. I think it’s the effect of his dark eyes, but after a few words, I step right up to him, our lips collide, and I run my tongue along his bottom lip. When I feel his sneak out to play with mine, I lose the strength in my legs and have to lean into him to keep myselfup.
His fingers grip onto the short hair at the back of my head and he tilts it to the side slightly so we can deepen thekiss.
His lips are like a fucking drug. From the second mine touched, them I know I never want to give themup.
But just like my thoughts earlier, he soon proves to me that he is indeed too good to betrue.
“You’re coming home with metonight.”
His words are like a bucket of cold water. I take a big step back and look at him. He’s perfect in every way except, just like all the others, all he wants is afuck.
“No, I’mnot.”
His eyes crinkle at the sides as he thinks about what I justsaid.
“I’m sorry, then what’s all thisabout?”
“This isn’t just about a quick fuck. I’m looking for more. So unless you can offer the possibility of that, I’m not interested.” It’s so hard to stay strong because every part of me other than my brain is screaming at me to take him up on his offer. Especially my cock, which is currently trying to break free of my pants to get tohim.
“You’re fucking kidding?” he asks with alaugh.
“No, I’m not.” Those words make his smile falter alittle.
“So you lured me up here fornothing?”
“No, I was hoping you’d be different. I’m not going to go into this pretending I want something I don’t. I’m done with one-night stands. I want something more and I was hoping being honest about that wouldn’t scare you off. But clearly ithas.”
“I don’t domore,” he admits. “I’m pretty sure if I were to ever change my mind though, it could be foryou.”
His admission shocks and excites me but it’s not enough to forget what I’m lookingfor.
He suddenly steps forward. His hand slips inside my jacket and runs down my side. He squeezes it into my pocket and grabs my phone, not before gently stroking my cock with his finger, making me suck air into my lungs. His touch makes me dizzy and it’s almost enough to say, ‘Fuck it, let’sgo’.
“What’re you doing?” I ask as he unlocks my cell and starts tapping at the screen. Seconds later, I hear hisring.
“Just in case you change your mind and a quick but amazing fuck is just what youneed.”
I open my mouth to tell him that won’t be happening, but he’s already striding off down thehallway.
I look back down at mycell.
Taylor.
I stare at his name on my phone for a few seconds. It scares the shit out of me when it vibrates in myhand.
