Page 40 of A Boy is a Gun: Part I
Taylor lets out a breath, and I’m already bracing myself for the impact. She never says a lot, but I learned that you don’t need to say much to have deadly words. “You don’t want me to be free of you.”
“Do you want to be free of me?” I move to a closer distance but still give her space. “You can always turn this down.”
“And then what?” She asks me. “So, you can find another way to keep tabs on me?”
Taylor always had that peculiar way of testing my patience, even if she didn’t try. She’s hopping, skipping, and jumping on my nerves and knows this. “We have a child, Tay. I need to know how our daughter is doing at any given time.”
“You never did show up to my Granny’s house,” she replies, and I feel the quiet anger seep through her words, “I thought at some point you would’ve made a grand appearance like you did when I left the hospital.”
I wanted to go to her grandmother’s. I also knew going there alone – or even with the Administration – was a war waiting to happen. I might have gotten away with it the first time, but I knew I wouldn’t the second time. “I thought about it, but I needed to do other things first.” I stick my hands in my pockets, “and that took precedent over seeing you and Mia.”
Taylor scoffs. “What could be more important than seeing your daughter?”
Researching your Granny because she isn’t who she says she is. I visited and played vigil with Tesh in the hospital and accompanied her to her physical therapy appointments upon her release. During those visits, I learned a rather storied history about Sharon that was deeper than surface level.
I already knew some of it, but seeing how deep the deception has gone was mind-blowing, and I don’t get surprised by too much anymore. I can’t tell Taylor, nor do I think it’ll be something she should know.
If she ever finds out, however, it can’t be from me, and it would have to be Sharon that tells her. “You know what’s going on, Taylor. That’s why.”
She stares at me as if she sees the numerous question marks swirling above my head. “That massive drug overdose where ten people died?” She asks. “That was you.”
I give her a soft grin. “The purpose of that statement is what?”
Taylor looks away and shakes her head. She knows I will never admit to the apparent things unless I know there’s no way it will be repeated. With Taylor working with Jamie, none of that is guaranteed. “I can’t be okay with all of this, Cam. I’ve always struggled with it, and it’s no different now.”
“I’m not asking you to be, angel,” I walk up to her and cup her face, “but when people attack my family, I have to fight back.”
Taylor grabs my wrists and holds them. Her body relaxes, but she still has tension. I know she wants us to get back together and work things out. I also know she’ll do this on her terms. “And Ethan?”
“Don’t worry about Ethan, Tay.” She shakes her head, and I hold onto her. “Tay, whatever beef Ethan has with me is one-sided.” That’s another lie, but I can’t tell what I plan to do. I love Taylor, but I know she is allegiant to Ethan. She’ll tell him the first thing I’m doing when I’m nowhere to stop her. “I’m focused on you and Mia.”
Taylor shakes her head, and I see the tears forming. Fuck, this is not how I wanted this to go. I Pollyanna’d the whole thing in my head and thought this would be the thing that would make Taylor get back with me, and we could live happily ever after.
I hurt Taylor too much and in too little time. There’s only so much room for‘I’m sorry’until the other person tells you to fuck off and burns all your shit on the front lawn a laWaiting to Exhale. “I can’t be with you, Cam. It’s too dangerous.”
“I understand,” my voice is whisper-quiet, and I thumb away her fallen tears, “but we’re not over, Tay. Not by a long shot. I will win you back and won’t let you go.” I kiss her tear-stained cheeks before I move onto her mouth. She doesn’t fight me and welcomes the soft invasion.
Our tongues touch as our kisses deepen. We walk back to the living room and collapse on the sofa, with Taylor straddling me. Our clothes are shed, strewn along the floor, and I’m back on top of her, cupping her face again.
“I’m going to get you back, angel,” I promise before I lower myself and kiss her. I spread her legs and hooked one leg over my shoulder. Her pussy is so aching and wet, begging me to please her.
I waste no time licking her, burying my head deep between her thick thighs as she moans. She pulls my hair and rides my face; I know I got her. Sucking on her clit, I enter a finger inside her, and I feel Taylor levitating underneath me.
I press her back down with my free hand and lick her faster. Her legs tremble, and her breaths shorten into tight gasps before she screams out my name. I kiss the inside of her thighs before I gather both legs and sharply enter her. I watch as her body adjusts to me, and she gasps.
Damn, she’s so fucking beautiful underneath me.
“You can’t escape me, angel….” I thrust slowly inside, and she claws at my arms. “…no matter how hard you try. You want this all the time. You want us.”
“Cameron…” She leaves scratches on me, and I relish the pain.
“I got you,” I promise and go deeper inside her warm, tight pussy. She screams her satisfaction, and it encourages me to thrust faster. My balls slap against her wet slit, and I join her in moaning. Fuck, she feels so damn good. I’m never letting her go. Not ever.
“Baby…” She pants. “…I’m about to…I’m about to come….”
“Come all over my dick, angel….” I encourage her, and she does. She screams my name, and her pussy tightens around my cock, milking it. I quickly pull out. She quickly sits up and opens her mouth wide, ready to swallow all of me.
“That’s it, angel.” She wraps her lips around my hardened cock and quickly sucks me off as I pull her hair out of the way. “Such a good girl…sucking me off. I’m going to fill up that pretty little throat with hot come. You like that, angel?” She moans as she continues to suck me off. “That’s it, angel.”
