Chapter Thirty-Three
Elijah
It had been exactly a week since Taylor left, leaving behind the cold and careless note. I held it in my hands, reading it over and over again as I sat on my front porch. There was no way this was how she truly felt. Anger and anxiety grew quickly inside of me as I thought about everything we’d shared. I knew I heard her say she loved me, and that wasn’t careless emotion. What we shared was real, and it was about time she admitted it.
I crumbled up the note, tossing it in the trashcan as I headed towards my car. If this is how she truly felt, then she could tell me to my face.
In front of Taylor’s house, my muscles tightened in my shoulders, and I could feel a large lump forming in my throat. What if it were really true? What if she truly didn’t have any feelings for me at all?
I swallowed hard, pushing open my car door, and stepping out to the street. I knew I wasn’t going to get past this, past her, without the truth, no matter what that truth may be.
Walking towards her front door, it felt as though a strong force was pulling me back. I pushed through, reaching her porch, and extended my finger to the bell. The door opened quickly, and Taylor stood in front of me, her eyes filled with surprise, and her lips parted with nothing to say.
“That letter you left me, is that how you truly feel?” I blurted before she could speak.
Her lips moved, but nothing came out of her mouth. “I can handle it. I just need to hear it from you, not from a damn letter,” I insisted.
I watched her hand slide up and down the door frame, and her weight shift from foot to foot as she obviously struggled for words. “It was for the best,” she mumbled.
“The best? For who?” I grimaced.
“For you,” she insisted.
“Really? I’d love to know how you think leaving me a letter, leaving without so much as a goodbye or fuck you, was best for me,” I growled.
Tears filled her eyes as I stared into them, causing my anger to subside and my heart to swell with pain. I wanted to reach out and pull her into me, to comfort her, but I still needed answers. I needed her to say there was never anything between us, so I could turn away, and never look back.
“I didn’t want to interfere with your relationship with Bailey,” she sniffled, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
“I don’t understand,” I stared into her pain-filled eyes.
“I couldn’t have made it without my father. You are going to be one of the great ones, Elijah. Bailey deserves to have you in her life,” she lamented.
I stood there on Taylor’s front porch, finally understanding why she wrote the letter. Nothing in that letter was truly how she felt. She was pushing me away because that’s what she thought was best for Bailey, a child she’d never even met. “I can have Bailey and you in my life,” I explained.
“Kellie was going to make certain that wasn’t happening,” she sniffed, wiping the tears from her cheek.
“Kellie can’t control my life, our life. I never had any intention of letting her dictate my relationship status, or who I had in my life. If she can’t handle you being a part of the package, then that’s her problem, not mine, and certainly not yours,” I insisted.
I watched her eyes soften, and her lips part again as if she had something else to say. As far as I was concerned, there were no more words that needed to be spoken. I pulled open the rickety screen door, pushed my way into the house with my body pressing against hers, letting my hands slide around her back to her ass cheeks as our lips met. Hers trembled at first touch, and I could taste the salt of her tears on my tongue as it entered her mouth.
She gasped as I lifted her into my arms. Her legs spread around my waist, gripping onto me as I walked her down the hall, and into her bedroom. I stopped at the edge of the bed; Taylor’s body melted into mine as our kiss pulled apart. I didn’t want to let her go, ever. “Don’t ever try to run from me again,” I whispered, slowly lowering her to the mattress.
Her eyes danced on mine as I swallowed the words inching their way from my heart to my lips.
She scooted up the mattress, her lips curled into a smile with a faint giggle escaping. I lifted off my shirt, worked quickly to kick off my shoes, and peel off my shorts as her eyes lingered on mine. Her body curved into a beautiful silhouette before me, stretching out to reach for me as I lowered onto her.
That familiar scent of vanilla poured from her skin to my nose. My mouth gently bit into the flesh of her shoulder, stirring a sweet moan from her lips. My erection pushed against her thigh, unprotected, but unwilling to retreat from its mission. “Let’s get you out of those clothes,” I whispered in her ear.
Taylor squealed as my hands gripped at her shorts, tugging them away from her body. She quickly obliged my orders by pulling her tank top over her head. My eyes focused on her full breasts as the shirt made its way to the floor. My mouth watered as it lowered onto her sweet flesh, sucking on the stiffened nipple that teased my tongue. Fuck, I missed her.
Her legs parted wide enough for my hand to playfully caress the warm flesh hidden between them. My fingers slid through her arousal, using it for lubrication as I stroked her swollen clit. She moaned, pushing her hips into my hand; her mouth bit onto my shoulder, gently biting down and letting her teeth sink into my tightened flesh. I knew I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, to feel the contraction of her orgasm squeezing my cock. I lowered myself between her legs, rolling my tongue through her plump pussy lips, tasting her arousal against my tongue and causing my hard cock to flinch hard against my thigh. Her taste was so sweet, so delicious, that I buried my tongue deep between her legs, lapping up her arousal with a hunger-filled passion.
My hands slid beneath her, pulling her to my mouth as I lifted to my knees. Her full breasts, her parted lips, and her hungry eyes filled my view as I filled her with my tongue.
It wasn’t long before she caved to her arousal, allowing her orgasm to take over. Her eyes closed, soft moans rolled from her lips, and her body twitched in my hands as contractions clamped around my tongue in powerful bursts.
As her body calmed, I gently lowered her to the mattress once again, letting my mouth slowly release from her sweet flesh. Those words again threatened to push past my lips, but I pushed them back, not willing to ruin this perfect moment.