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  “Anyway, photography is my passion. There are some photographers who take photos of celebrities doing what they love. My goal is to do that and be the best at it. I want people to be able to look at the photo and feel the emotions of the person they’re looking at. There are many layers to celebrities that no one sees, and I want to show those sides through portraits.”

  “That will be an awesome career. You’re so passionate about it, so I’m sure you’ll make it happen. There are many layers to you, Taylor, and I think you wish people could see that.”

  “You see right through me, but I’m happy about it now. It’s comforting to let you in. I’ve been on my own way too long.”

  “I agree, chick, and now I know for a fact that some of that attitude you’ve been giving me all these months has been pent up sexual frustration. Damn, have you ever proved that.” Her face turns a rosy shade of pink.

  “How can you blush now after what you did to me? God, you in that sexy bra and panties, making me feel that good, I’m living every man’s dream, Taylor. Umm ... I know you don’t go around pursuing guys, but I need to officially ask this. Will you please only see me? I bet guys hit on you every day at Vandy, and I can’t share you.”

  She falls over to the floor and lies on her back, sliding her feet up toward her butt. She laughs hard, her hands resting on her belly. I’m curious to hear what’s so funny, but I really just want to crawl on top of her.

  “Dylan, not to be mean, but shouldn’t I be the one asking that? I mean, I’ve only slept with one other person—ever, and I’m sure I don’t want to know your number.”

  I wish I could go back and wipe the slate clean.

  “I don’t want you to feel less special because I’ve been with a lot of women. Having the feelings I have for you makes me wish I could go back and change it. I have zero desire to live that lifestyle anymore, and that’s another thing that shows me how much I care about you.”

  I speak as I move the food and stalk over to her on my hands and knees. “Taylor, I will not flirt with nor be with any other woman. I only want you.” I hover over her, staring down at her eyes. Her knees are still pulled up, and she’s purposely raking them across my groin.

  “Dylan, I will not flirt with nor be with any other man. I only want you.”

  “Damn, those sounded like vows, sweetheart.” I give her a big ol’ grin. Just being near her makes my heart race. She’s making me real damn happy. OK, baby, I think it’s time you get to feel as good as I did, if that’s even possible for me to accomplish.”

  “Maybe we should wait until tonight,” she says nervously.

  I stand up in front of her before I take her hands and pull her up from the floor. “Oh no. I want to see your face as you squirm from the pleasure. I swiftly pull her t-shirt off, and when I look down at her, she’s looking at me with a terrified look on her face.

  “Baby, are you OK? You’re shaking.”

  “I’m OK.” Something’s not right here. “No, you’re not. If you don’t want to do this, we won’t. I just want to make you feel good but definitely without pressure.” I tilt up her chin. “It’s no biggie. You got that?”

  “I haven’t done it before ... or I guess I should say it hasn’t been done to me,” she says timidly, looking away.

  Pulling her into my chest, I kiss the top of her head. After a bit, I look back to see her, and again I have to tilt up her chin.

  “Taylor, look at me.” She slowly brings her gaze to mine as she trembles. “You were so eager for us to mess around and so forward this morning that I got carried away. I can’t stand to think I’m scaring you. We don’t have to do anything else.”

  “I want to do more. It’s just something new, so it makes me nervous and ... it seems embarrassing.”

  “Then we shouldn’t do it until you feel comfortable with it—period.”

  “No, I want to now,” she says adamantly.

  “I think you’re doing this for me, and you’ve done enough. You’ve made me feel amazing.”

  “I’m nervous, but I never said I didn’t want to.”

  “What if we wait until tonight like you said?” I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand.

  “No—now. I trust you.” She quickly strips off her panties. “You’ve made my body feel things it’s never felt before, and I want more. Please.” She gives me that sexy alluring look of hers while she’s naked. How am I supposed to say no? I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

  “You’re a firecracker, Taylor. One brave woman. Lay your ass on the bed.” I undress, never taking my eyes off her sexy body. She falls back on the bed and scoots herself back some.

  I climb over her and with a hand planted on each side of her head, I gaze down at her. Her breathing’s rapid as she looks up at me with anticipation. “I’m going to kiss and lick your quivering body until you can’t take a second more of the pleasure.”

  My tongue thrusts into her mouth, giving her a taste of what she’ll soon feel elsewhere. I move to her ear and neck, nibbling, licking and biting gently. She lets out a soft moan and grabs my biceps that are holding me up. She tries to pull me down on top of her.

  “Put your arms down, Taylor. Don’t touch me, or I’ll start over at your mouth.” She drops her arms and throws her head back. I circle the top of her chest with my tongue until I get to her breasts. I want to tease her longer, so I move to her arms, and plant soft kisses all the way down each of them.

  I know I’m not going to be able to linger at her breasts as I recall how quickly she wanted sex when I did it the last time, so I decide to keep it short. After pulling each of her nipples through my teeth, Taylor grabs my hair by both hands and moans. I look up at her. “Do I need to start over?”

  Her eyes widen with urgency. “No, please don’t. I won’t be able to make it until the end, and there is an end, right?”

  “There’s an end to this show, and one I don’t think you’ll soon forget.” I give her wicked grin before I start trailing kisses along her waist and her sexy, smooth stomach. When I get to her tattoo, I take my pointer finger and draw a circle around it.

  “I still love your tattoo. It’s erotic, and I’ll happily strip your clothes off any time you’ll let me.”

  She closes her eyes and tilts her head back again, and I know it’s because she sees how close I am to making her feel good. I open her thighs wide, and she starts to grab my hair. “Don’t do it, baby. I swear I’ll start over.”

  “Dylan!” Both her hands clench the sheets as her legs quiver. She’s not scared. She’s just nervous, and I can tell she wants it.

  “Young lady, are you giving me attitude? I might just have to drag this out a little bit longer.” She flinches when I run my tongue down each of her inner thighs, and I can’t help but chuckle.

  For the first time ever, I feel in control of Taylor, and I have to admit, I kinda like it. I clamp my hands around her thighs to hold her still as I run my tongue up and down her wet entrance.

  “You’re so wet and ready for this.” Working my way down her folds, my desire boils to the surface, and I feel my dick pulsing from how turned on I am from her arousing taste. She continues her soft moans as I flick my tongue on her clit, causing her body to convulse.

  My licks and sucks have her clinging to the sheets, causing her harsh, short breaths. She arches her back and moans loudly. “I can’t—I can’t—take anymore.” I slip two fingers inside her. “God, Dylan.” She grabs my hair and immediately lets go.

  I chuckle. With every stroke of my tongue her muscles contract around my fingers, begging for my dick to fill her full. I know she’s not going to last much longer. “Open your eyes, Taylor, and look at me.” Her eyes lock with mine, and I just about erupt from seeing her barely open eyes, flushed face and her quickly rising chest.

  “Please, Dylan.” She whines in desperation.

  I grab both her wrists and hold them tight to the bed as I circle my tongue on her over—and over—and over. Her body stiffe
ns before she crumbles, screaming out and unraveling against my breath. Everyone in Tennessee probably heard her scream. I made her feel that good, and I’ll happily do it again.

  Taylor

  Dylan lets go of my wrists and hurriedly fumbles on a condom before he rolls me over. Anything he wants is his for the taking as I lie astonished and spent from the delight he released upon me. So wet from the pleasure he’s already given me, he slides right in, and with the little energy I can muster, I arch upward, lifting my hips.

  He pulls me back against him, thrusting into me repeatedly. Dylan’s hard erection rubs me again and again, giving me a gush of unmeasurable pleasure. My body shudders in climax, causing my muscles to clench around him. I feel him respond to my orgasm, his body jarring until he collapses on top of me.

  After several minutes of quickening breaths, Dylan climbs off of me as sweat tries to keep us together. Once he’s back in bed, I cling to him, his embrace swallowing me whole, and I’m overcome with emotion. He dozes off, and I feel his steamy breath through my hair.

  Tears of joy stream down my cheeks as old wounds close. When I know he loves me, they’ll become scars, fading with time. I can’t recall ever wanting anything as much as I want his love.

  The tears come harder, so I move out of his arms and go to the restroom with my panties in hand. I clean myself up and sit on the cold ceramic floor, crying quietly for several minutes.

  After wiping my eyes, I open the door, finding Dylan standing in front of me in his boxer briefs, clenching each side of the door frame. His eyes are brimming with worry.

  “I hurt you, didn’t I?”

  “No, you didn’t. I swear.” I cup his face.

  He takes my hand and leads me to bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.” We face each other as Dylan moves strands of hair away from my wet cheeks.

  “I can’t tell you. It’s too soon, and I’ll scare you away.”

  “After recovering from the bomb you already dropped on me, I think I can take it.”

  “I’m happy, Dylan. These are happy tears.”

  “I know how hard you tried to resist happiness, sunshine, but I thought you’d find it a good thing now and not cry about it.”

  I swat his arm. “That was low. I know I was difficult, but I’m trying hard to make up for it.”

  “Sweetheart, you’ve long made up for it. Now, tell me what’s up before I put you on the floor and tickle you. Actually, you’re due for a tickling so you can be officially initiated into our group.” I’m glad he’s so happy right now, and I really hope it stays that way.

  “I don’t expect any kind of response, OK?”

  “OK,” he replies impatiently.

  “I love you. I already love you, Dylan.” I close my eyes and hold my breath. I feel his hands on my face and his lips on mine, forcing me to breathe as he gives me a demanding kiss. When he lets my mouth go, he holds my face with one hand and strokes my hair with the other.

  “Taylor, please look at me.” I slowly open my eyes.

  “I thought your whimpers, moans and giggles were the sweetest sounds to my ears, but those words coming off your lips … there’s no music I’ve played or listened to as wonderful as your voice saying those three little words. I love you, and I can’t tell you how happy I am to know you already feel it, too.”

  We kiss again, but this time it’s slow, gentle and full of love. “Will you take a shower with me?” I ask as I play with his hair that’s grown a little longer around his ears. He pulls me closer and entwines my legs with his before he gives me his boyish grin.

  “Haven’t I exhausted you yet? I can’t promise to behave if I’m naked with you in a shower.”

  “Hell no, sweetie. I’m just getting started.” I lean up and kiss his neck.

  “You’re getting me hard again, Taylor. I’m putting a damn condom on before we get in that shower.”

  “I want to know who you planned to use all these condoms on.” I squeeze his butt, and he jumps.

  “I was secretly hoping it would be you, my rocker girl.”

  “Oh, you’re such a flirt, but I love you.”

  Cupid’s Arrow

  Dylan

  I’m in a state of euphoria I didn’t know existed. I want time to stand still, but then again, I’m greedy. I want more, need more—I’m hooked. I had no idea being in love felt this good. It’s going to take great effort to focus on anyone or anything else, but I’ve got to try.

  When my feet hit the great room, Hannah, Chelsea, Morgan and Jasmine are watching a movie, but they all turn their attention to me. Grins appear, and they start giggling.

  “Dang, chicks. I didn’t think anyone could be happier than me, but you all look pretty damn chipper.”

  “We’re happy for you and Taylor, goofball, and for the record, this cabin might be enormous but not enough to escape the sounds coming from her room today,” Hannah says.

  They’re all snickering, and I feel my face heating up.

  Morgan pushes Hannah’s shoulder. “No way, Hannah, you made Dylan blush.”

  “Shit, I’m in trouble then. I still have to face the guys.”

  “Yes, and they are locked and loaded. I seriously doubt you are anymore,” Chelsea jokes. The girls cackle until they’re cryin’.

  “Oh, chick. I’m gettin’ Austin to give you a good tickling.”

  I take my hat off and put it back on again. “By the way, I um ... I told Taylor.”

  “Told her what?” Jasmine asks with a sly smile.

  “You all know what, and I’m not saying it to ya.” They’re embarrassing the crap out of me. “I guess I’ll go face the music.” I walk into the game room. Brett and Matt are playing pool while Austin and Cody play on the PlayStation 3.

  “What’s up?” I ask.

  “Obviously you, and obviously all fucking day,” Matt says, sounding very annoyed.

  “I can’t argue with that. Sorry, but she’s been missing out for a few years. I had to bring her up to speed.” I start thinking of her straddling me in my ball cap and what miracles she can work with that mouth of hers. “I should say it’s been the other way around. I would’ve been praying for love every day if I had known the sex would be this awesome. What a mind fuck. I had no idea.”

  “I didn’t think sex could get better with Chelsea, but the longer we’re together, the more we know what the other likes, so it’s damn amazing,” Austin says.

  “I don’t know what’s going on with Jasmine and me. She’s a freak in bed, and it’s always fun and games with her, but I can’t tell what the hell she wants as far as a relationship.”

  “Don’t expect to know what she wants, Cody, she’s a damn woman. Do you want to finish this game, Dylan? Now that you two aren’t burning my ears, I’m going to go lie down,” Matt says.

  He leaves the room, and I look around at each of my friends who seemed unnerved by his behavior. “Is someone going to tell me what I’ve missed today? Matt’s being a jackass.”

  Cody pauses his game and turns around to speak.

  “Morgan chewed his ass after you went upstairs earlier today. She lost it when she heard you say that you love Taylor. Matt hasn’t said it to her, so she’s pissed. Jasmine said Morgan moved her shit to another room and is about to put him on the road.”

  Brett hits a stripe into the side pocket. “I knew it was going to blow up soon, and I don’t know what the hell he expects. He’s the one who told me not to lead girls on when I was first dating Hannah, yet he’s been doing that to Morgan for months.”

  “I know he loves her, or he wouldn’t have stayed with her this long,” I say.

  “He does love her, but I guess he’s going to have to lose her to realize it. I’m hoping he gets his head out of his ass and proves me wrong,” Brett adds.

  Taylor

  I plop down in a chair to talk to the girls. “Hi, what have you all been doing today?”

  “I can’t believe you can even sit down, Taylor,” Chelsea says, snickering.

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p; I throw a pillow at her. “You are awful.”

  “You’ve got it coming, girl. We figured Dylan was good in bed from his experience, but damn, if he can make you moan like that, then I should have went after him,” Jasmine says.

  I stop smiling. I don’t want to envision Dylan with any other woman—ever.

  “I’m playin’, Taylor, Geez.”

  “Sorry, but the moaning was the furthest thing from my mind,” I say, fighting a huge grin.

  “That good, huh?” Morgan asks.

  “Yes, that good. I need to come up with a word to put in the dictionary that means ‘mind blowing sex with Dylan Dressner.” I stare off, recalling our time in the shower.

  “Snap out of it, girlfriend. He’s not going anywhere,” Morgan says snippy.

  “What’s wrong, Morgan? You sound irritated. I’m sorry we were loud.”

  Morgan’s eyes fill with tears. Jasmine’s sitting next to her on the couch, and I watch her grab Morgan’s hand.

  “Dylan told you he loved you, didn’t he?” Jasmine asks.

  “Yes, how do you know that?”

  “Dylan told us a few minutes ago, but earlier today, when he came down to get lunch, he said he loved you,” she replies.

  Chelsea tosses the pillow back at me. “But we never thought he’d get the nerve to tell you so quickly.”

  “I told him first, so then he said it back, but it’s such a relief to know he intended on telling me. What does that have to do with you, Morgan?”

  Tears fall to her cheeks. “Matt hasn’t said it yet, and Dylan’s the last of the guys I expected to fall in love so quickly, so to hear him say it stung. I confronted Matt on the spot about it, but he didn’t say a word and hasn’t tried to talk to me about it even though he knows I’m upset.”

  “I’m sorry, Morgan. He should’ve said it months ago. I truly believe he loves you,” I say.