TAYLOR
She walked toward me, her syrupy sweet smile telling me I was in big trouble. “You know what? You’re right. It’s not what this was. You and I had a good time, and that’s all. Thanks for the orgasm, Taylor. I’ll see you around.”I reached for her, needing to pull her into my arms so I could kiss the sass right out of her, but she jerked away.“No. I’m going home. Like I should have done last night.”“Come on, Becca. Give me a chance to prove it to you.”“The only thing you’ve proven was that you’re the player I suspected you were from the start.” Tugging open the door, she shook her head. “I’m not interested in that. I’m not someone you can toy with. Goodbye, Taylor.”She left me standing there, the echoes of her voice ringing in my mind, the sweetness of her perfume lingering in the air.I pressed my palm to the doorframe and let her leave, determined to win her over and show her we’d be good together. One way or another.“Fuck it,” I muttered before running after her.I caught the little blonde firecracker as she waited for the elevator. Her huff of annoyance would have made me laugh if I wasn’t on the verge of losing any hope of something with her.“Did you forget something?” She didn’t even look at me.“Aye, I did.”Twisting in my direction, she arched one brow. “What’s that?”“You.”“I already told you goodbye. You didn’t forget anything.”“Becca, I’m sorry. I don’t want this to be the end. You... you’re not like others—”“If you say I’m not like other girls, I’m going to kick you in the shin.”A bark of laughter escaped before I could stop it. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”“I threaten to assault you, and you think that’s sexy?”“You challenge me.”“You deserve it.”God, this woman. I wanted to shake her and kiss her silly all at the same time.“Aye, you’re not wrong.” The elevator arrived, announcing my time was up with a ding.The door slid open, and she walked into the car. Fuck. I couldn’t let her go yet. I held the door in place, keeping it from closing. “Don’t leave like this. Let me see you again. Let me show you I’m not a waste of your time.”I saw it the moment she let her guard down. She bit that sexy full bottom lip and took a slow breath.“Maybe.”“Not good enough.”Her lips formed a little out of surprise. “Excuse me?”“I want another go. I want a date.”“Nope. Not yet.”“You said yet. So you’re saying there’s a chance.”She grinned. “Maybe.”I hated that word.“Fine. I’ll take it.”The elevator tried to close on me again, but I held fast.“Taylor, I need to go.”“I’m not giving up on you, Tink. That’s a promise.”Pink bloomed on her cheeks. “We’ll see.”Satisfied, I backed away and let her leave. But this time instead of a sinking feeling, I was filled with possibility and hope. I had a chance to make her mine. All I had to do was not fuck it up.Easy.BECCAI spent the next three days reliving the morning with Taylor in my mind. Wondering what he was doing, if he’d fully recovered if he was going to call.I hated it. I was not this person. This silly girl who waited on a man to make her feel important. And yet, here I was, checking my phone every few minutes. Desperate to hear from him.Was it the toe-curling orgasm?Probably. But also, I just wanted to hear his voice and let that deep rumbling laughter wash over me because I liked him a lot. I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. I liked him more than I’d liked anyone, maybe ever.“Becca, the timer has been going off! The cupcakes are probably dry and overbaked!”Scarlett ran into the kitchen and pulled out the tray of cupcakes, which were, indeed, dry as a bone.I sighed. “Sorry, I was distracted.”“I noticed. What’s gotten into you?”I wanted to say Taylor’s tongue and fingers, but instead, I shrugged and stood up straighter, brushing invisible crumbs off my apron. “I just didn’t sleep well. A lot on my mind.”“Well, do you think you could put us making these cupcakes in your mind? We need thirty-five more monarch butterflies made out of gum paste, and unless you want to do that, I’m going to be busy.”I didn’t want to do that. Sugar art was not my forte. Scarlett would hand-paint and mold the beautiful, delicate butterflies without any trouble.I, on the other hand, would have a terrible time of it. She handled the finer details. I handled the rest. It was a good partnership, and it worked. But only when I held up my end of the bargain.“I got it. Don’t worry.”She gave me a look I would have reserved for our older sister rather than her, the baby of the family, but Scarlett always took care of everyone. Clara, ourtheiends the most together out of the two of us. And I thought part of that was due to necessity.Growing up as we had without parents for most of our lives, reliant on Clara to take care of us, we’d had to become self-sufficient.My phone chirped from the counter, and I flinched as my heart took up a frantic pace.“God, are you expecting a call or something? You just freaked the heck out.”“No.”“What is going on with you?” She narrowed her gaze. “Are you dating someone?”“Maybe. Kind of. Not really. I don’t know.”“Rebecca Anne, tell me.”I sighed heavily. “I went out with one of the guys on Clara’s team?” I said it as a question, hoping that would soften the blow.“Wait, a hockey player for the Cyclones?”“Yeah. We met on the ferry a few weeks ago and kind of hit it off.”“Does he know?”“What?”“You know what. That your sister is the owner’s wife.”“Yes, he knows. He doesn’t care. And neither do I. I’m not affiliated with the team. I don’t work for them. As far as we’re concerned, we’re just two strangers who met on the ferry. That’s it.”Savage“Let me in, lass. I need to ask you something.”She sighed. “Fine. I was about to take a coffee break anyway. Follow me.”We walked around the little house until we reached a converted garage, complete with a bakery truck with a logo splashed across the side that read BSB Bakery.The delicious scent of baked goods was stronger over here, and my stomach growled.“How do you stand it?”“Stand what?”“Working in these conditions? I’d eat it all and never sell a single thing.”She shrugged. “I like money.”“Fair.”Music blared from inside the garage-turned-kitchen, and I caught sight of Scarlett working with a piping bag, her brow furrowed in concentration as she decorated a three-tiered cake.“This is where you bake everything? And you sell out of that little truck?” I asked, disbelief coloring my words.“For now, yeah. We’re leasing a space downtown, but our entire kitchen needs to be gutted and redone.”“Sounds expensive.”She took a tight breath, that tension returning to her s
BECCATaylor’s apartment was right in the city center. Not the top floor, but close, in a skyscraper I’d never even realized people lived in. When we got to the hallway, his eyes were drooping, fatigue clear on his face.He might not want to admit it, but whatever they’d given him at the hospital was doing a number on him now.“Give me your key, Taylor,” I murmured, putting his arm over my shoulders and wrapping mine around his waist.“I’m fine, lass. I promise. You don’t have to help me.”“I’m not helping you. I’m cold, and you’re keeping me warm. Does that make you feel better?”A low rumbled laugh escaped him as he fished in his pocket and finally produced the keys I had returned after parking his car.“Which one is it?”He gestured lazily to the door at the end of the hall.“Of course, it’s down the hall.”“Corner view. I can see the whole city. At least the parts I want to see.”“Athletes. All that money and you don’t know what to do with it aside from showing off.”“I know exact
BECCAI woke with a heavy arm draped across my waist, the scent of Taylor Savage sending arousal through me. God, the man was sexy as fuck.“Don’t you move, lass? I’m comfortable. If you leave me, I’ll be cold, and you’ll have something else to feel guilty for.”I let out a soft giggle. “That line is getting old.”“You’re right. It’s outlived its usefulness.”“Ah, so you admit you were using it to your advantage. Milking it for all it was worth.”“It worked, didn’t it?” He tightened his hold on me, tugging me into his body.“Looks like it.”“Are you hungry?”“Are you offering to feed me breakfast?”“Of course I am. Coffee too.”I snuggled into him, the deep groan that rumbled from his chest making me shiver with longing. “I’m a lover of coffee.”“Mmm. I’d rather you be my lover.” And then there was the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass.Wow. There was potential for significant damage to be done if he knew how to use that thing.His lips trailed over my shoulder, the ro
TaylorShe continued stroking me slow and steady, her hum of pleasure urging me on as I toyed with her swollen clit.“Does that feel good, lass? Tell me I’m giving you what you want.”“More. Inside me, please.”Her breathy plea had my release on the edge of spilling over. I dipped my fingers inside her heat, the tight clench of her slick muscles around me as my thumb continued working her small button of pleasure.“Fuck, you’re drenched.”“Your cock is so thick.”“Sweet talker.”“It’s never going to fit. I’ve never been with someone so big.”Jesus, I was going to come all over her hand before we could test that theory. “You’ve never been with someone like me.” I stared into her eyes and watched as she came. She fell over the cliff and shuddered, eyes fluttering closed.“God, Taylor.”“Fuck, if you don’t stop...” My words cut off with a groan as I did exactly what I had been worried about. I rocked into her hand, chasing every wave of pleasure as I came.“What was that?” The teasing to
TAYLORShe walked toward me, her syrupy sweet smile telling me I was in big trouble. “You know what? You’re right. It’s not what this was. You and I had a good time, and that’s all. Thanks for the orgasm, Taylor. I’ll see you around.”I reached for her, needing to pull her into my arms so I could kiss the sass right out of her, but she jerked away.“No. I’m going home. Like I should have done last night.”“Come on, Becca. Give me a chance to prove it to you.”“The only thing you’ve proven was that you’re the player I suspected you were from the start.” Tugging open the door, she shook her head. “I’m not interested in that. I’m not someone you can toy with. Goodbye, Taylor.”She left me standing there, the echoes of her voice ringing in my mind, the sweetness of her perfume lingering in the air.I pressed my palm to the doorframe and let her leave, determined to win her over and show her we’d be good together. One way or another.“Fuck it,” I muttered before running after her.I caught
TaylorShe continued stroking me slow and steady, her hum of pleasure urging me on as I toyed with her swollen clit.“Does that feel good, lass? Tell me I’m giving you what you want.”“More. Inside me, please.”Her breathy plea had my release on the edge of spilling over. I dipped my fingers inside her heat, the tight clench of her slick muscles around me as my thumb continued working her small button of pleasure.“Fuck, you’re drenched.”“Your cock is so thick.”“Sweet talker.”“It’s never going to fit. I’ve never been with someone so big.”Jesus, I was going to come all over her hand before we could test that theory. “You’ve never been with someone like me.” I stared into her eyes and watched as she came. She fell over the cliff and shuddered, eyes fluttering closed.“God, Taylor.”“Fuck, if you don’t stop...” My words cut off with a groan as I did exactly what I had been worried about. I rocked into her hand, chasing every wave of pleasure as I came.“What was that?” The teasing to
BECCAI woke with a heavy arm draped across my waist, the scent of Taylor Savage sending arousal through me. God, the man was sexy as fuck.“Don’t you move, lass? I’m comfortable. If you leave me, I’ll be cold, and you’ll have something else to feel guilty for.”I let out a soft giggle. “That line is getting old.”“You’re right. It’s outlived its usefulness.”“Ah, so you admit you were using it to your advantage. Milking it for all it was worth.”“It worked, didn’t it?” He tightened his hold on me, tugging me into his body.“Looks like it.”“Are you hungry?”“Are you offering to feed me breakfast?”“Of course I am. Coffee too.”I snuggled into him, the deep groan that rumbled from his chest making me shiver with longing. “I’m a lover of coffee.”“Mmm. I’d rather you be my lover.” And then there was the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass.Wow. There was potential for significant damage to be done if he knew how to use that thing.His lips trailed over my shoulder, the ro
BECCATaylor’s apartment was right in the city center. Not the top floor, but close, in a skyscraper I’d never even realized people lived in. When we got to the hallway, his eyes were drooping, fatigue clear on his face.He might not want to admit it, but whatever they’d given him at the hospital was doing a number on him now.“Give me your key, Taylor,” I murmured, putting his arm over my shoulders and wrapping mine around his waist.“I’m fine, lass. I promise. You don’t have to help me.”“I’m not helping you. I’m cold, and you’re keeping me warm. Does that make you feel better?”A low rumbled laugh escaped him as he fished in his pocket and finally produced the keys I had returned after parking his car.“Which one is it?”He gestured lazily to the door at the end of the hall.“Of course, it’s down the hall.”“Corner view. I can see the whole city. At least the parts I want to see.”“Athletes. All that money and you don’t know what to do with it aside from showing off.”“I know exact
Savage“Let me in, lass. I need to ask you something.”She sighed. “Fine. I was about to take a coffee break anyway. Follow me.”We walked around the little house until we reached a converted garage, complete with a bakery truck with a logo splashed across the side that read BSB Bakery.The delicious scent of baked goods was stronger over here, and my stomach growled.“How do you stand it?”“Stand what?”“Working in these conditions? I’d eat it all and never sell a single thing.”She shrugged. “I like money.”“Fair.”Music blared from inside the garage-turned-kitchen, and I caught sight of Scarlett working with a piping bag, her brow furrowed in concentration as she decorated a three-tiered cake.“This is where you bake everything? And you sell out of that little truck?” I asked, disbelief coloring my words.“For now, yeah. We’re leasing a space downtown, but our entire kitchen needs to be gutted and redone.”“Sounds expensive.”She took a tight breath, that tension returning to her s