“Take that how you want,” was what I had told Lola right after I’d kissed her in front of the whole school. I wasn’t sure if it was the best idea but in that moment, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.

I was attracted to her. I wanted her in more ways than I could admit, but I was my father’s son, and in my head that meant I was capable of hurting her in ways neither of us could imagine.

I didn’t let that keep me from the excitement I felt at spending a whole weekend with her, though. I wasn’t about to let her slip from my hold and fall into the arms of Darren Brady. If Lola was going to be anyone’s, she was going to be mine.

She had kicked me out of the room when I’d threatened to get changed in front of her. Would I have done it? Hell yeah I would. But I would’ve left if she’d asked me to, which she did.

It felt like a lifetime before the girls finally came down, and when they did, I almost wished they hadn’t.

Fuck!

How could I go a whole weekend sleeping in the same room as Lola and not touch her? This was a bad idea. There was no way I could control myself around her. I was strong, but not that fucking strong.

When Brie came up asking if we wanted to go for a swim, I hadn’t banked on Lola coming down looking the way she did. Her long, pale legs were the first things I took in when she finally did come down to the poolside. Soft, creamy legs I could just about handle, but when the rest of her came into view, I all but lost it there and then. The dark red bikini stood out against her milky, flawless skin. I couldn’t see her arse from where I was standing in the pool, but I knew the thin material barely covered it. Then her perky tits… Fuck! Her tight fucking nipples stood to attention, begging to sucked. She had to know what she looked like.

“Mate, you’re fucked,” Riley said, and I fucking hated that the bastard saw her the same way I did. I was pissed. She needed to change before I lost my shit and knocked out my best mate.

Lola licked her lips and continued to stare at me with a desperate hunger I’d never seen before. My intentions of being a good boy this weekend went right out the damn window the second I felt her tits against my chest, hard and ready for me. I had to get her away from here.

“Taylor…” she murmured as I continued to palm her tits in my hands and circle her tight nipples.

“What, baby? What do you need?” I asked against her mouth.

Her hips ground against me, seeking out my erection. When she finally found what she was looking for, she whimpered softly and tightened her grip on my hair.

“Fuck it,” I growled and pulled the cups down on her bikini top, exposing her breasts. I lowered my mouth to her tits and ran my tongue along her sensitive nipple. Lola sucked in a sharp breath, as my teeth clamped around the area I’d just tasted, and my other hand came down, palming her pussy.

“God, please…” she pleaded as she began to move against me.

My cock was so fucking hard, desperate to be inside of her, and I only tortured myself further when I slipped her bikini bottoms to the side and pressed my thumb to her warm and waiting clit.

Lola moaned loudly and began to rock against me. Barely able to see through the heavy downpour of water and the thick steam that had surrounded us, I hated that I couldn’t see her face. I needed to see her reaction when I made her come. I wanted to see her eyelids fight to stay open when I finished fucking her with my fingers. I knew it would be the sweetest sight I’d ever witnessed.

I continued to suck her tight nipple into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth as I circled her clit. She was swollen, and so fucking ready.

“Come for me, baby. I need to feel you,” I told her as I slipped a finger into her hot little entrance.

Fuck, she’s so tight.

“Ah... Yes...” she cried out as I began to pump my finger inside of her, my thumb still working over her clit in hard, slow strokes.

“Taylor, I…” Lola’s voice was lost as she clenched around me, gripping me like a vice.

She was so damn tight, I needed to be inside of her, to feel her clamp that hot little pussy around me as she came.

“I’m... Ah, fuck... I’m...”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I urged her on as I released her nipple and captured her cries in a hard kiss.

Lola trembled against me and I dropped my forehead to hers. “Fuck, Firebox,” I breathed out. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful.”

I knew she was nowhere near ready to go back out there, and the madman inside of me didn’t want Riley to see the satisfied look on Lola’s face. So I switched off the shower and held her trembling body against mine until her breathing returned to normal.

After last night in the shower, I was too exhausted to swim, so I made my excuses and said goodnight. Taylor came, too. Although I told him he didn’t need to, I still thought it was sweet. When I woke up the following morning, he was gone. I didn’t like how that made me feel. Instead of going straight downstairs, I decided to take a shower and try to salvage the mess my hair was in. I had let it dry on its own last night and this morning, it was apparent how bad of an idea that was.

The hot water soothed my aching muscles. I hadn’t realised an orgasm could do that to a person. Or maybe it was just the way Taylor left me feeling.

I could still feel him everywhere—touching, tasting, assaulting me in the most delicious way imaginable. His hands... His fingers... His mouth as it possessed mine. I clenched my thighs together, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I had only come last night for the first time, and already I needed another release.

Deciding the shower was clearly not going to help my current state, I switched it off and stepped out. Just as I reached for the towel on the rack, Taylor came bursting through the door with a panicked look on his face.

“Shit, sorry,” he cursed, turning his back. “I thought… Never mind.” He shook his head and left.

Shocked by his sudden behaviour, I snatched up the towel and wrapped it around me, tying it at the side. As I attempted to open the door, I stupidly forgot to move my foot out of the way and my forehead collided with the solid oak door. I cursed, rubbing my head.

“Are you okay?” Taylor called out from the other side.

“Yes,” I gritted out. “No. Fuck. Shit. Bastard.”

I glanced up to see Taylor standing in the doorway, trying his best not to laugh as I nursed my sore head over the basin.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, great. Disagreement with the door.” I pointed, although I was certain I wasn’t actually pointing at anything.

Taylor laughed again and I frowned as he came to stand behind me. Removing my hands from my head, he brushed his thumb across the bump. “You have a red mark.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I grumbled. “Have you felt how heavy that door is?”

Taylor smiled and spun me around before he lowered his mouth to my forehead where he pressed a light kiss. “All better?” he asked.

I nodded because weirdly, it did feel better.

“Good,” he said, his lips still lingering on the spot he’d just kissed.

I closed my eyes and breathed in. Another really terrible idea.

Did I just moan? God, I just moaned.

My face heated and I heard Taylor’s breath hitch. “Lola,” he breathed out. “What happened last night was… Fuck! I haven’t been able to think about anything else. I haven’t slept for shit thinking about those perky tits and that tight little pussy of yours.”

I loved the crude way he spoke to me. Why did it turn me on so much? I needed another shower. With Taylor. Fuck!

“You need to know that I didn’t bring you here for anything other than to spend time with you, but seeing the way you looked last night... Fuck, babe, I’m only so strong.”

I nodded against him. I knew exactly how he felt. I’d told myself that I wouldn’t go there with him, but my body had other ideas. It came alive in Taylor’s presence.

“Now, I’m gonna need you to put some clothes on and meet me downstairs. We’re leaving in thirty.”

Taylor looked down at me, and I stood there clutching the towel to my chest, stunned.

What the hell was going on?

He had to be the most confusing person I’d ever met. Most guys would have been telling me to take my clothes off, not put them on. Then again, this was Taylor Fuckin’ Lawson. He was in a league of his own, and one big, constant head fuck.

Bastard.