Chapter
One
Suddenly Taylor woke from a much needed
nap. She was sweaty, crying and clinging
to his pillow. Jesus! Of all the things she
could have dreamed of, why did she have to dream about Chase and relive his
death every time her eyes closed.
Just one time, she wanted to be able to
sleep, without waking up fifty billion times having had a nightmare or dream
resulting in her living nightmare. Or
having to change her clothes that were drenched in her sweat. She smeared her hands over her face that was
now flooded by tears.
As she changed, she couldn’t help but to
think about the dream. To her, it seemed
very real. Like it had only been
yesterday. Everything in the dream had
been identical to her memory. She sat
down on the bed once more replaying that night.
*****
“Aren’t you ever gonna be done with whatever
it is you work on out there? I am so
sick of you spending hours after work in your mysterious workshop that I’m not
allowed to enter. What are you hiding
from me? I used to be able to go in
there, what are you doing that you don’t want me to know about?”
“Eventually.”
He said it in a way that was meant to drive her crazy. Nonchalant like. Well turnabout is fair play in love and war. This was most definitely war, or so she thought
quietly to herself.
She
strolled leisurely up behind him as he washed the grit from his hands, throwing
her arms around his waist moving her hands straight to his manhood. She rubbed up and down his impressive length
through his jeans and what she hadn't expected was the fresh smell of pine all
over him to engulf her nares and stir her inner Goddess. She took a deep breath, and back to the task
at hand she began teasing him with the plan of playing dirty. Really dirty if needed. To get him right to the point then stop until
he told her exactly what she wanted to hear.
That was her plan.
“You can touch all you like and both of us
will enjoy it as always, but I’m not telling you anything.” He informed her of her failed assault as he
continued to wash his hands as if she weren’t touching him at all. She didn’t have to touch him to get what she
wanted. Or so she thought anyways. She wanted to show him exactly what she was
thinking and what she could do.
She
walked away from him flopping down on the couch and let out a hard sigh before
flipping the channels on the TV. She
ignored his laughter in the background as she had no doubt he thought this was entertaining. She fought to keep her eyes on the TV and not
on him. That in itself was a task from
hell for her to keep. Chase, so sexy,
and hers to do with whatever she wanted.
“Are you gonna sit there and pout or are you
gonna come take a shower with me? I
could use some help with washing my back.
You know you wash mine, I’ll wash yours.
Or I’ll lick yours, you suck mine.”
He laughed louder this time.
Shower!
Shower! Shower! Her inner Goddess answered the question for
her. Her mind however wasn’t going to
give in so easy as she was determined to show him he too could fail at whatever
game he was attempting and she knew exactly what cards he was playing with.
“Come on Babe, you know you don’t wanna play
this game with me. I always win.” She could hear his amusement he was now
attempting to hide in his voice. And
there was something about that amusement that did things to her. Things she didn’t want to admit right now.
She
stared at the TV trying to concentrate hard on not looking into his sapphire
eyes. Just a look into his eyes would
make her melt in her shoes and probably her panties as well. It didn’t take much for him to get her
vaginal juices flowing, as if they were rejoicing for what was to come. Hell he didn’t have to do anything, just the
thought of him and she was ready.
"Babe,
are you seriously playing hard to get?"
He almost sounded shocked, was she that easy? The first time she didn't say yes baby yes he
knew exactly what she was doing. She
thought to herself, yes I'm playing hard to get but I ain't about to tell you
shit, because I'm about to get my way.
She kept telling herself stay strong Taylor, you can do this.
"Really?" He slowly said the word showing how this had
excited him. She knew it had. She didn't have to look at him to know. She could hear it loud and clear.
She
watched him shrug his shoulders as he walked away. Oh well she thought, if this
is how he wanted to play it so be it.
She wanted to know what he was doing out there and why she wasn't
allowed to be out there to begin with.
This whole game of his had gone on for far too long.
She
waited until she heard the shower running.
His whistling began before she quickly ran into the bedroom removed the
blanket and pillows from the bed and threw them on the couch. She ran back into the bedroom and stripped
hurrying to get changed into her jammies and back on the couch before he
finished.
She
opened the door grabbing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. She turned quickly to lay them on the bed but
hands gripped her waist and began tugging her towards the shower. The water from his skin soaking in to her.
"Let
me go right now. I'm not in the mood."
She was serious. Seriously lying through her teeth that is. What she really meant was bend her over the
bed and take her fast and hard.
He
stopped, wrapped his hand in her hair and held tight while he pulled her head
back to his chest. His other hand left
her waist and trailed down her back, over her butt straight for the place she
wanted him the most.
He
parted her, running his finger over her clit, across her vagina, over her anus
causing her breath to hitch. “Hmm.” He put his finger in front of her showing her
how much she had drenched his finger with just a single rub.
“Looks like you do. Your mouths says no no, but your pussy says
yes yes. I know you, you’re attempting
to play hard to get and your pretending you’re mad at me for not telling you
what’s out there but then as I said you’re only pretending.”
And
as if that wasn’t enough, when he slowly licked and sucked juices juices off
his long finger, she knew without a doubt much more of that and she would come
just watching him. She found this side
of him fucking hot as hell. She almost
felt disappointed to see his finger leave his mouth and trail back to her
waist.
He
quickly spun her around and pressed his mouth to her lips. She fought for all of about two seconds. The minute he rolled her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger, it was over. She
opened her mouth to moan and his tongue came rushing in and she had lost all
since of hard to get, that she had.
Her
body immediately melted towards him and gave into what they both wanted. Her hands roamed over his gloriously defined
back as she licked down his neck. He
deftly carried her to the shower and commenced to do what he did best. What they did best.
*****
She shook her head pulling herself from
her thoughts. Quickly she showered and
changed. When she came out from the
shower she stared into the corner where the curio that had been the big secret
sat. He had been making it for a
surprise for her birthday.
She walked into the kitchen. The house was quiet. Liz was snuggled up on the couch with a book
which Taylor hadn’t seen her do in a long time.
Liz had used to love to read.
That was all it seemed like she did until she moved in with Taylor to
help out.
“So
what’s it this time. Pirates capturing
the heroine, who of course is a stow away, running from something or someone
and her falling in love with the captain, where of course he will have to save
her from whatever has her running and then they will sail into the sun set
happily ever after?
“No
a mysterious woman acting as someone she’s not, falling in love with the sheriff
of the town set back in like horse and buggy days? Oh wait I got it.
“A
lonely girl with no family, letting her guard down to the bad boy of the town
who no longer is the bad boy he used to be?
Or maybe back in the day of settling the land, uh let’s see, a young
girl 18 or so, virgin of course, on a trail with her mother and father. Indians storm the trail and the parents send
the young girl to run for her life in which another Indian sees her. He of course is immediately twitterpated with
her. He kidnaps her and takes her virgin
flower and she immediately falls in love with him?” Taylor chuckled as she waited for a response
and was surprised when she looked over at Liz, who had only held one finger in
the air gesturing to wait.
Taylor took notice that Liz’s face was
flushed, sweaty almost, totally stirred by whatever the hell it was she was
reading. Taylor never read the
historical romances that Liz generally read.
Taylor preferred mystery or vampire novels. There was something about a hot erotic vampire
that turned her on.
“Oh
my God that was so freaking hot.” Liz
fanned herself with the book. “You’ve
got to read this. This has got to be the
hottest, no sexiest book I have ever read.
I mean it. Woo! I swear it is nothing like neither of us has
ever read and probably will never read another one even in the same league as
this one. I guarantee it.”
Taylor burst out laughing. What kind of book could do that to an adult
woman? After all it was a freaking
book. Not real.
“Please
let me see that thing.” She
sarcastically grabbed the book and read through it expecting the same ole
thing. Oh holy hell! Taylor was now
hooked. She literally couldn’t stop
reading about the handcuffs, bondage, spanking and some incredibly kinky
sex. She could feel herself flushing all
over and suddenly understood why Liz had been so bothered. Right now Taylor had a sudden urge to go buy
some rope.
Taylor finished the scene and turned back
to Liz. “When you’re done, I get it
next! Don’t stop until you’re
finished.” Taylor had to admit, just
that one little scene had done things to her that hadn’t occurred since Chase’s
death. Never in a million years would
she have thought about be flogged as sexy, turn on, or even interesting.
“I
told you right.” Liz laughed flipping
back through the pages and nestling back into the couch into the same comfy
appearing position she had been in.
“When
you’re done with it, I want it next.
Seriously.” Taylor felt she
needed to reiterate her earlier statement as she turned walking back to the
kitchen.
“I
told ya so.” Liz giggled softly.
Taylor didn’t say much after that. Later on that night, she was standing at the
sink washing supper dishes remembering the last time Chase had been there to
help her. The last time she allowed him
to help her do anything.
*****
“Pass me those plates.” Taylor reached up and handed them to him, admiring
just how damn sexy he looked standing there doing something as simple as
dishes. He stood 6 foot tall and towered
her short 5 foot 2 inch height. Chase
was built like a God. Taylor always had
felt scrawny next to him, while extremely safe.
“Taylor what are you doing?” He didn’t have to look at her. She knew he knew exactly what she was
doing. Lusting after her incredibly sexy
man. He always knew what she was up to. She was an open book to him, Chase understood
her like no one else ever did. The
connection between them was like nothing she could have ever imagined.
“What do you think I’m doing?” Taylor stood behind him, slipping her hands into
the back pockets of his Levis. Oh his
wonderfully filled out Levis, with that butt.
You know the one. The one you see
in the commercials. Yes, that butt!
“Staring at my ass instead of rinsing the now
full sink of dishes is exactly what you’re doing Babe. Wanna try to deny it? We can play hard to get again if you’d like. It holds so many more possibilities.” Taylor laughed at him when he said it. He really did know her all to well. Before she could respond to him, he spun
around, ripping her hands from his ass, grabbing her face and kissed her. Not just a ‘you better get back to rinsing
dishes kiss’, but a ‘hurry let’s get this done, so I can ravage you all night
kiss’.
His
mouth tasted of fried chicken. Taylor
loved the way his tongue would conquer hers, no matter how hard she tried to
play hard to get. Or the way he could
force her mouth open and take what he wanted.
She loved the way the feel of his hard, muscular, chest against her
breast, would make her weak in the knees.
And she loved the way he felt when he was deep inside her, moving as if
his only duty in life was to pleasure her.
*****
“Tay,
come on don’t cry. He wouldn’t want
that. You know that.”
“How
do you know what he would want? How do I
know what he would want? It’s not like
he can tell me what he wants. He never
told me what he wanted and it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. It’s not like I wanted this. God damn it! I can’t do this! I want him back Liz. I want to wake up and feel his arms around
me. I want to smell him again. I want to get mad at him again. I want to argue with him so we can have
incredible make up sex. I want
him!!!.” Taylor wiped the tears and then
continued to vent.
“Do
you know what it's like to have this huge, hole in your chest, that’s there no matter
what you do, and keeps getting bigger and bigger and there isn’t anything you
can do about it? Do you know what it's like to dread going back to work every
day, because I have to deal with sick people? Do you have any idea how I feel
every damn day? I'm lost Liz. I can’t do
this without him. God has to hate me. He has to. Why else would he take him
away from me? Can you tell me that?
"Or how sometimes when the house is
really quiet, I can catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. Or at
night when the house is completely quiet, I can almost hear his laugh. Or when I catch a strong scent of him next to
me. A cool whisper of air next to my neck. All the damn time! Do you know that
sometimes I still expect him to walk right through those doors to me? Wrap his
arms around me and tell me he loves me. Tell me he’s sorry for leaving me and he's
missed me terribly, as much as I him and he will never do it again! Why? Why
Liz, just tell me?"
She didn't mean to scream Lord knows, definitely
not Liz all people. She had been her
rock and savior from complete insanity since that day, it was just that anger
now ran in the place of the blood in her veins and seemed to only grow day
after day and no matter what she did to try to let go of it, it only got worse
the more she thought about it, the more she tried to forgive Chase for not
staying with her.
Liz grabbed a hold of her, embracing her and
just let her cry. She always knew what
Taylor needed. Had been six years since Chase's death but to Taylor each day
felt like the same day over and over again.
The day she had to say goodbye. The day she had to bury the entirety of
her life. The day her heart no longer
needed to beat because life no longer existed in her body.
The day God should have taken her with
Chase, because she became nothing more than a walking, talking, breathing
corpse of a body that had nothing left.
Six weeks after the funeral, Liz convinced
her after weeks of throwing up non-stop to go to the doctor. When the doctor told her she was pregnant,
her heart stopped. She couldn’t believe
it. Chase and her had tried for 5 years
to get pregnant and never did.
She had been so busy with Chase she hadn’t
noticed the signs. She had missed
several periods but then that was nothing for Taylor. Her periods were always coming and going and
that was one of the reasons the doctors had thought it was so hard for her to
conceive.
Only five months later Zacharia Thomas and
Ashley Paige were born. Both healthy as
they could be. The first look into
Zach’s eyes were like looking straight into Chase’s.
Liz moved in after to help Taylor with
raising a set of twins. Without Liz, she
hadn’t know what she would have done.
Everything from that point on revolved around the babies. Taylor worked days, Liz worked evenings. The twins were on an easy schedule for
sleeping and feeding and Taylor and Liz soon fell into that schedule as well.
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