Chapter Twenty-Two
Taylor
I couldn’t sleep. My father had come out of surgery and now they weren’t sure what was going to happen. My mother had opted to stay at the hospital. Dylan had driven me home. He’d made me eat something before we both went to bed.
I stared at the ceiling. I couldn’t get the image of my father helpless in a hospital bed out of my mind. I’d never seen him that way. He was always my hero. The surgery had gone well, but they weren’t sure what was going on since he was in a coma.
I punched my pillow. My phone dinged.
“I’m here if you need me,” Helena had written.
Of course, she would. She had been my best friend for years. I might have lost her because of the B girls, but fate had intervened. I almost didn’t care anymore if I was popular. I wanted my daddy back and I wanted to be with Dylan.
I called Helena. “Thanks.”
“You need to talk?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what to say. It was so scary seeing him that way. My dad has always been larger than life to me.”
“He is. I’m sure it was scary. You want to come over?”
“No, I’m in bed.”
“Still. Get in the car in your pajamas. I’ll be here.”
“No, I want to just be home and in my own bed.”
“I’ll come over there.”
Helena would. Why had I taken her for granted? “No, but thank you, Helena. You are the best friend a girl could have. I’m sorry if I’ve ever taken you for granted.”
“It’s okay, Taylor. How’s Dylan doing?”
“He has been so sweet and such a rock for my mom and me. He drove me to the hospital. He drove me home and made me dinner.”
“He cooked?”
“It was just heating up leftovers, but it was what I needed,” I said.
“Aww. How cute. Will you be in school tomorrow?”
“My mom wants me to go, but I don’t think I could concentrate. Unless my dad wakes up in the night, I can’t even think about school. I already cancelled practice for tomorrow.”
“Good for you, Taylor. You need some time.”
“Let me let you go.”
“It’s okay, Taylor.”
“I think I want to sleep. Thanks.”
I disconnected. Then, I stared at the ceiling again. I yawned, but sleep wasn’t visiting me tonight, so I got out of bed. Turning on the light, I blinked to get used to the brightness.
I didn’t want to go on Facebook or Instagram. I didn’t really care about what anyone was doing online tonight – or this morning, since it was after midnight.
I peeked out my door. Dylan was asleep. Or at least in the dark. I wanted a human here and I regretted not having Helena come over. Her mother would have let her, she was a sweet woman.
I stood in my doorway, looking at the dark hallway. I really wanted Dylan to hold me, but I felt guilty for waking him up. He wouldn’t get mad at me, though.
I stalked down the hallway to his door and knocked softly. If I woke him, then it was meant to be. He didn’t answer. I let my eyes adjust back to the dark and opened his door. He was sprawled on his bed. Then he shifted and I froze. Had I awakened him? No. He shifted to his side.
If I crawled under the covers, I could gather warmth from him. If I did it carefully, he wouldn’t even know I was there. I’d go back to my own bed after, and I’d feel better. I lifted the covers carefully.
I slid underneath then froze. He didn’t move. I scooted closer to him until I could feel his warmth. He was all hard planes, not nearly as skinny as he had been when he joined us, and I had to admit that I had enjoyed watching him fill out.
My father had weights in a room off of my part of the basement and Dylan had been using them. I leaned closer. He smelled so good.
I wasn’t touching him, but my fingers itched to feel the muscles. He was only wearing boxers and I was invading his space, but I really needed human comfort.
The tears started and I tried to cry quietly.
“Taylor?”
Dylan shifted away from me.
“I’m sorry. I just needed to feel comfort.”
“You could have woke me up,” he said.
“I guess it’s creepy to find me in your bed.”
“Creepy isn’t the word I’d go for.” He wrapped me in his arms, and I felt safe, like nothing bad could happen to me there.
His erection nudged me. “You’re happy I’m here.”
“I don’t have a lot of control over that, Taylor. You’re a female. I’m a male.”
He shifted so his pelvis was not against me. I kind of liked that he was excited. It gave me an idea for how I could forget what was going on.
“Dylan?”
“It’ll go away in a minute.”
“I don’t want it to go away.”
He gasped. “Taylor, we can’t. You’re vulnerable. I could never. Besides, we agreed we weren’t together.”
I sat up to look at him, his hair rumpled from sleep. “But it would make me forget.”
“You’d regret it, Taylor. Then, you’d hate me, and I couldn’t stand that.”
I sighed. I knew what I wanted. “Do I ever change my mind?”
“You did this morning.”
“Extenuating circumstances.”
“And these are, too. If you want to talk, fine. If you want me to hold you, I’ll do it, but I can’t do more. It isn’t fair to you. You’re a virgin, I suspect.”
“Uh, yes.”
“Your first time should be special. With someone you love.”
“What if I love you?”
“You can’t know that right now, Taylor. You’re sad and vulnerable, and I’m not that much of an ass to take advantage.”
I reached over and turned on his light. Then I pulled off my nightgown.
Dylan gasped. I knew what I wanted.
I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He stared at me and at my breasts, then back at my face. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and I knew he was even happier to see me. At least, his body was.
He slid out from under the covers, his head shaking. “We can’t, Taylor.”
“No condoms?”
“I have those.”
“You don’t want me?”
He glanced down at his erection. “What do you think?”
I looked down at his penis tenting his boxers. I reached out to touch him, but he moved away. “Dylan, you’re killing me.”
“No, you’re killing me. I am not taking your virginity on the day your father is in the hospital.”
“It’ll make it all better.”
“I don’t know about that,” he said.
I stood in front of him, naked. I felt empowered. I wanted him. I wanted this. “Please.”
His eyes fell closed and he groaned. “Are you sure?”
I reached into his boxers and grasped his erection. His shaft was hard and soft at the same time. “Yes.”
He grabbed me and took possession of my lips. I felt that kiss to my toes. He let me go, his chest heaving. “You need to be sure about this, Taylor. I don’t want you to hate me.”
“I won’t. I promise. I want this. I want you.”
I shoved his boxers down his legs, and he stepped out of them. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom package.
He was beautiful – hard and all man. As strong as the kiss had been, it hadn’t hurt. He’d been gentle, and I knew he’d be gentle with me.
I let go of him and lay back on the bed. He crawled in beside, me kissing me again. “Taylor, you’re beautiful.”
I blushed a little as he put one hand on my breast. He rubbed his thumb over my nipple and it was a cascade of sensations. I didn’t know if it would always be this way, but right now, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
The whole world faded away. There was no father in a coma. No former friend blackmailing me. Only Dylan and I. Nothing between us. Nothing stopping us.
“Tell me what to do,” I said.
I wanted to please him.
“How about we make this all about you because it’s pretty easy for me to get off. It’s hard when you haven’t done it before.”
How did he know so much? “Okay. I kind of know what I like.”
“Yeah? Tell me. That would help.”
I was embarrassed to tell him, but this was Dylan. I was safe with him. “Touch me. Down there.”
He smiled and slid his hand down my body. I’d hugged Dylan. He’d touched me in non-sexual ways, but being here, in his bed, naked, everywhere his hand touched lit me on fire. I felt a tension coiling in my middle. I wanted to move or I would explode.
Then, he touched me. It was so much better than when I touched myself. “A little to the right.”
“As you wish.”
He adjusted and that tension became tighter. My eyes fell closed. He kissed my neck as he played down there. He rubbed in a circle, and I almost lifted my butt off the bed. My knees had fallen apart, and his erection nudged at my side.
My fingers flexed and bunched as my hands rested on his shoulders. And then it was there. I was falling. It must be how it felt to go over a waterfall. My body was weightless, and I heard a high keening sound.
It was coming from me. Holy shit. I had trouble catching my breath as Dylan slowed down his movement. When I finally was able to open my eyes, he was smiling at me.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. So much better when someone else is doing it.”
He chuckled. “You’re very wet, Taylor. So ready. Are you ready?”
“I am.”
He snagged the condom.
“Let me put it on.”
“I might explode if you touch me,” he said.
A part of me felt powerful that I had that effect on him. I laughed. “Dylan.”
His eyes became darker – with passion. For me. Wow.
He shifted to be on top of me. “I’m going to take this as slowly as I can, Taylor. You tell me to stop if you need me to.”
I nodded. He leaned on his elbows, his body above mine. I spread my legs wider. I had never wanted anything so much in my life as I wanted Dylan Cabot at that moment. He slid partway into me. My body tensed.
“Relax, Taylor. It will hurt less.”
I took a few deep breaths. He was right. He slid into me and finally, he was all the way in. He stayed there for a moment, his eyes closed.
“You feel so good. Warm and wet and tight, Taylor. Amazing.”
“I’m okay now. You can move.”
“Just tell me if it hurts.”
“It won’t.”
He began to move, and my knees slid up his body. After a few thrusts, my body met his and we set up a rhythm. I didn’t have that tension inside anymore, but this felt good. It felt right.
“I’m not sure I can hold on much longer, Taylor, but you haven’t come yet.”
“It’s okay, Dylan. I don’t think I’m going to.”
“I’m sorry.”
He thrust into me a few more times, then he groaned, his teeth clenched. He slumped over onto me. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want him to move.
Then I heard a door.
“Shit.”
He jumped off of me. “Your mother’s home.”
“Shit.”
I grabbed my nightgown and ran to his door. I listened, but I didn’t know where my mother was. I glanced back at Dylan who stood, his erection waning. “I’m going to run to my bedroom. Thank you, Dylan.”
I left him there, hoping I would make it back to my room before my mother found us.