Chapter Fourteen
My mind goes blank. I try to collect my thoughts, but my brain scrambles. I draw a deep breath and open the door.
“Taylor, what are you doing here?”
“Shy, my god, you look so worn. Are you okay?” He brushes my hair back as he walks in. His eyes scan the apartment.
“Rick isn’t here anymore.”
“I know.” Of course he does.
“Shy, you have everyone worried sick. You just vanished. Lizzy has been on my ass like a psycho.”
“But you didn’t care.” I say quietly.
“Shy, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Do you remember what you said to me when you left? You told me that you didn’t trust me; you wouldn’t even kiss me. I thought this is what you wanted. Why do you think I’m here?”
“Because Lizzy sent you.”
“Let’s be clear. Lizzy works for me, not the other way around. I just wanted to let you know that people care and you have them worried.”
“Well, I’m alive,” I say. My head sinks, I know the tears will begin to flow. I have become such an emotional mess. I don’t recognize myself anymore.
“Hey.” He tries to lift my chin, but I rebuff his attempt. “Can we just talk without making assumptions about what the other is saying?”
“Of course.”
We sit on my couch facing each other, but with no physical contact. I want him to reach over, but I know my earlier rejection of what was a very uncharacteristically tender moment has eliminated that possibility.
“Shy, you have to understand when I say something, I mean it 100%. I don’t speak in code, I don’t say I care about you if I don’t.”
“Are you seriously trying to convince me of that? What has the past couple of months been?”
“That was different. I mean since Russia, when I told you the truth, now there is nothing for me to hide. I don’t pretend to have feelings for people. In other words, if last week I never wanted to see you again, I would have just told you that.”
“Ouch.”
“But I didn’t.”
“I mean ouch for whoever has been on the receiving end of that in the past.”
“That’s not relevant to this conversation. Listen, the truth is, I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since I met you, there’s something about you.”
That is all I need to hear. That is the only assurance I need.
“I can’t stop either and I feel like a terrible person because of Rick, but really, you’re all I think about.”
“I’ve told you already. I’m not an easy person, and there are things...but I want to try to make this work.”
“Me too. I’ll do anything.” I don’t even care if I sound pathetic.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“I am.” He has no idea that he owns me completely and totally. I reach my hand onto his thigh. He looks at it tentatively, and then looks back up at me.
“Looks like you’ve had a rough week. You look like you’ve lost weight and your complexion is sallow.” There goes Taylor Holden’s spirit of honesty.
“Gee...Thanks for making me feel beautiful.”
“Come on, you know I think you are beautiful, but you don’t look your best. Nothing nourishment can’t fix. We’re ordering food.” I’ll do whatever he wants. I’ll eat a hippo. “But first, I would love to wash your tears away.” Huh?
He leads me to the bathroom, which isn’t very hard to find in the two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment.
“This isn’t quite up to your standards,” I say in my usual self-deprecating fashion.
“A clawfoot tub is perfect.” He begins to run the bathwater. He asks for oils and salts, which I dig up from the under the sink cabinet. As the water runs, he kicks off his shoes. He is wearing a white linen button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of jeans. His hair looks a little longer than the last time I saw him and has a little bit more curl. Completely naked underneath the T-shirt I am wearing, I feel like a mess until he looks at me, like a wild animal hunting prey. It makes me feel irresistible. He asks me to hold my arms up and pulls the shirt off. I reach out to touch him and he gently stops me. I put my hands down to my sides.
“You are so delicate, Shy. Like a doll.” He touches my cheeks with his fingertips, runs them down my neck, and grazes my nipples. This causes an immediate tingle in between my legs, I take a quick breath. “You are so soft, so feminine. I want to take care of you. Would you let me do that?” I nod, like a baffled child. I’ll say yes to anything right now. He adds the ingredients to the tub and leads me to it by my fingertips. I step into the bath, and wince. It feels almost too hot, but once I am submerged, it feels perfect.
“Relax, tilt your head back, close your eyes.” They are all orders, but they sound so gentle. He closes the faucet so that the water line cuts right along the midline of my breasts. He grabs a loofah, squeezes a big dollop of body wash and he meticulously washes me. He glides the loofah over my breasts, he lifts each arm and rubs it with the loofah so delicately. I have never been cared for, so utterly and completely, at least not as an adult. I sneak a peak at his face. His eyes are so focused on his task, as if I am a butterfly and he does not want to injure my wings. He studies every part of me that he rubs with the loofah. I giggle.
“What?” He asks, breaking his focus.
“You’re concentrating so hard.”
“I’m just admiring you. You’re mesmerizing.” I smirk, I want to say something sarcastic because I don’t feel that way, but I don’t want to risk him closing up. “Now, head back, eyes closed. Promise you won’t open them.”
“It’s hard not to admire you, Taylor.”
“Hush.” I smile and tilt my head back. A cold swirl of body gel slowly oozes on my chest. I feel his fingers slowly spread it onto my breasts, then onto the peaks. It’s slickness makes his fingers glide so easily. I bite my lip to contain myself, trying not to squirm. “You look so sexy right now Shy. Don’t open your eyes.” He plays with my breast, his hands moving with artful precision, like a sculptor, applying just the right amount of pressure. Then he squeezes and tugs on one of my nipples.
“Ahhh.” I squirm.
“That’s right baby.” It’s his sex voice, a little lower and raspier that usual. “I love when you writhe like that. I makes me want to tease you.”
“Don’t tease me.” I beg.
“Oh, we’re dishing out orders now? Just relax, I want to take care of you.” I hear the water part and then I feel his fingers in between my legs. He gently flicks my clitoris.
“Oh Taylor.” I let out. It feels so incredibly good. I want him inside of me so badly. “Please come in the tub.”
“No baby this is all for you.” As he says this, I feel his forefinger and ring finger slide into me. I tilt my head back further. His thumb continues to massage my clitoris. I brace the sides of the tub. “You have the most beautiful lips.” Taylor and his signature double entendres.
“Oh, Taylor.”
“I want to watch you come, you have no idea how much that pleases me.” He hooks his fingers slightly and rubs rhythmically over and over. I am in a state of total surrender.
“Oh my god.” It feels so good I could cry. The tension inside of me builds and builds as I tighten around his fingers.
“Shy...baby.” His forehead presses against mine. His warm breath blows on my lips with each word. He is deriving as much pleasure from this as I am and it sets me off as I fall into a million little pieces in the bathtub.
***
As we eat dinner on my living room couch, I am in a state of utter bliss which is heightened by the depth of the depression I felt when I was uncertain if I would ever see him again. I don’t ever want to go back to that feeling, even if he doesn’t tell me all of his secrets right away. In the meantime, I will have to hope it is something I can handle. So much of my future is uncertain, but I do know that at this moment, I am just happy to see him, feel him, and enjoy his touch.
“So HR tells me you won’t be coming back to H.I.”
“I just can’t. I don’t want people to think I’m that girl.”
“Who gives a shit?”
“I do.”
“It’ll be impossible to replace you, literally.”
“I know, but I can still come to events and stuff. I’ll just be a real date this time.”
“So, Rick plans on coming back? His stuff seems to be all over the place.” Pictures of happier days are on shelves and walls. I have been keeping them up as a self-inflicted form of punishment.
“He’s moving out on Sunday. Then this palace is all mine.” I make a grand gesture around me.
“We should get you a fresh start.”
“We? Taylor, this is fine. I am just one person.”
“It would be nice for you to have a place closer to H.I. I could stay over on late nights. You need to get used to the fact you’re dating a rich person. Hell, I bought you stuff when I thought there wasn’t a chance of us being together, just because I wanted to make you feel good.”
“You make me feel good.”
“I know how you grew up and I want you to have the finest things. It’s okay to like money. I love it. It’s the only thing that makes my life bearable.”
“Don’t say that. You have so much more than money to offer. Plus, we just signed the new lease a couple of months ago. So case closed.” I know I can’t stop him, but I want him to know that he matters to me, not the material possessions. I throw away our takeout and when I come back into the apartment, Taylor grabs my arm and pulls me into his lap. I can feel his hardness. The bathtub was all about me. I decide to return the favor.
“I don’t think I will ever get tired of looking at you” I say, taking him in. “Now, this is all for you.” I force him to lay back. He has a devilish grin on his face. I unbutton his pants and slide them down. Then I pull down his underwear to reveal him. I love the way it just pops out from underneath the waistband. Like the rest of him, his penis is perfect: thick, long, and symmetrical. Where does this man get the nerve? I look up at him, ready to devour him as he holds my loose hair away from my face. I take him in my mouth. I want to please him, I want to drive him mad. I take care not to use any teeth and slowly take him in, all the way to the back of my throat and then suck as I pull away.
“Oh Shy...” Hearing him makes me so horny. I know now what he felt in the tub when he was pleasing me. Selfishly, I want to mount him, but I resist the urge. I have one hand at the base of the shaft, countering my mouth. His heavy breathing tells me I am on the right track. I feel him getting harder and harder. Sometimes, I gag a little bit taking him all the way down my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks, but that’s when he moans the hardest. His breathing gets heavier, the grip on my hair gets tighter, and he releases calling out my name in a great sigh. I take every last drop of him inside of me, grateful to be the one to please him.
I lay on the couch, my head in his lap, looking up at him.
“So, tell me about your other girlfriends.”
“Do you think that’s wise?”
“Maybe not, but you never talk about yourself. It’s either your girlfriends or your family. Pick one.”
“Both subjects would make for long stories. Can I tell you just a piece here and there? I really don’t like to rehash things.”
“Okay, I hope eventually you will be comfortable telling me more.” If I can just open the door, show him that he can tell me anything, he will open up.
“Okay...my father lives in our family home, he’s retired, as you know. I have a half-brother and we don’t really talk.” He stops. That is all he is going to give me.
“You have a brother? Older or younger?”
“Older.”
“Different moms?”
“Yup.”
“Why do you have H.I.?”
“Shy, you’re breaking the rules.”
I sit up. “You can’t just give juicy nuggets like this and keep me hanging.”
“Shy, I just don’t like to talk about this stuff. Can you please respect that?” The patience in his voice is gone. I lay back down, pouting.
“I just want to know about you. I feel like I know nothing about you and you know everything about me.”
“I am sure there is lots to learn about you,” he says. I yawn, it’s already one in the morning. Where has the time gone? “Sleepy?” I nod, rubbing my eyes. “Sometimes you look like a little girl,” Taylor says with affection. “Should I go?”
“No, I want you to stay. I know it isn’t much here, but...”
“You know I’m not like that.”
“Do I?” Until this point I have only seen him live, sleep, and dine at only the finest of establishments.
“I can rough it.” We both laugh. “It’s a little weird though, that’s your bed with Rick.” That is why he wants me to get another place.
“Taylor, we are over. It is just a bed.”
“I know you are over. I just think if I were him...I would fight to keep you.”
“He is okay with it. Well, I didn’t tell him about us, but our breakup was a mutual agreement. He left on his own accord. It’s very decent of you to be so respectful, but I live here alone now and I want you to stay.”
“I don’t like the pictures. Pack an overnight bag, let’s head back to my place. Make sure you pack a T-shirt and jeans.” I don’t put up a fight as I want to respect his wishes about the apartment. I ask if Harrison will take us.
“Let’s take Ladybug,” he says emphasizing the last word. I snicker at him. “You’re funny Shy.”
We are both exhausted by the time we get back to his place. We lay in bed as he spoons me, his bare chest raising and lowering against my back with each breath. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do this with someone,” he says, half asleep. I feel so secure and fortunate in this very moment. I don’t know what tomorrow will look like for us, but right now, everything feels perfect.