SORRY SEEMS TO BE THE HARDEST WORD--OR IS IT?
MEL
The next day was a 3CG day for both Mel and Taylor. As Tay showered, Mel had just pulled her boots on when she heard the doorbell ring. Her eyes darting to the clock, she knew it was much too early for company.
Once downstairs, she opened the door and was surprised to find Zac there, his hands shoved in his pockets, a guilty look on his face. "Uh, hey," he greeted her nervously.
"Hi..." she responded, unsure of what was going on.
"Are you going to the studio with Tay today?"
"Yes," she responded.
"Oh. Okay. Um, so, do you think you maybe wanna go get coffee or something before work? Just you and
me?"
"Coffee?"
"Or breakfast or...whatever...I'll take you to work and then Tay can take you home or something. However you
wanna do it."
Mel couldn't deny her shock. "You wanna take ME to breakfast?"
"Well...yeah..."
Mel studied him for a moment before she relented. "Well, get in here, it's cold outside," she ushered him
inside. "Let me get a few things together and we can go, okay?"
Mel bounded up the stairs and walked in the bathroom on Tay in a towel as he leaned over the counter to shave. The visual made her bite her lip for a second before she spoke. "So, uh, Zac's here..."
Tay raised his eyebrows in question. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. He wants to take me to breakfast."
"How's he acting?"
"I little weird--after a fight like last night, how would you expect him to act?"
"He's gonna apologize to you." Tay turned from the mirror and smiled at her. "See? I told you it would all work out."
"Yeah...uh, so I guess I'll see you at the studio a little later."
Wordlessly, he puckered his lips at her.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You have shaving cream on your face..."
Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her close and dug his face playfully in her neck, showering her with kisses as best he could. She laughed and squealed his name, trying desperately to push him away. "Tay, stop! You're making a mess!"
He pulled away, laughing and then went back to himself in the mirror as he prepped another round of cream for his face. "God, look what you made me do. Now I have to reapply and everything." He shook his head in mock annoyance.
She grabbed a hand towel and wiped her neck and cheek. She frowned as she held up sections of her hair. "Oh man, you got it in my hair."
"Wouldn't be the first time I got something white in your hair."
"Tay!" she scolded him in shock. "You're so crude!"
He grinned as he took the razor to his face. "You love me."
She curled up her lip and scrunched her nose. "If I must..." And then to get back at him, she reached out
and jerked his towel off of him and darted from the room.
"Hey, I have no qualms about being naked!" He called to her. "Nice try, though!"
As Mel bounded down the stairs, Zac's arms were crossed and he shook his head. "I don't even want to know."
Forty-five minutes later, Mel sat across from Zac in the restaurant, a small plate of bacon and eggs in front of
her and an entire smorgasbord of flavor in front of Zac. Holding her coffee mug between her hands, she eyed Zac's food. "I just don't see how you can eat all that this early in the morning."
He smiled across the table at her. "Are you kidding? It's the best meal of the day."
"I've never been a big breakfast-eater."
"You're missing out."
"I'm more of a dinner person, myself."
"Well, you always were a night owl. Just like Tay."
Mel sipped her coffee and made a face. "How come everybody always says 'just like Tay?' You know, not EVERYTHING I do is 'just like Tay."
He looked up at her from his plate. "But a lot of it is."
She scowled at him as he ate and she picked up a strip of bacon and began to munch as she continued to hold her coffee in her other hand as if it were a lifeline. "I'm pretty sure we're not here to talk about me and Tay."
After the server refilled their drinks and left again, Zac sighed and wiped his mouth, sitting back in his seat.
"Look. Last night was...well, I was out of line..."
"No," Mel cut him off. "Before you say anything, just let me start. Zac, that guy last night was a creep.
Honestly. I tried to be nice and friendly and I guess he decided to try to take advantage. I don't know. I didn't want to be rude and ruin any potential business opportunities you guys might have with his band, so I
tolerated him. But what you did last night--that took guts for you to leave in the middle of the song just to come and defend me and--I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you for that. You're a good man. A
good brother. And it was wrong of me to act so ungrateful last night. I'm sorry."
Zac blushed at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you know...I mean I didn't like him anyway. Gave me a good excuse to tell him what I thought of him, if anything."
Mel smirked across the table at him and sipped on her coffee.
Zac continued. "Like I was saying before, I was out of line with--well, with the rest of it. I shouldn't have exploded on you like that, it's just--you were right. One hundred percent completely right and it was difficult for me to hear it out loud like that. I love Kate. I truly do. And I did some fucked up shit behind her back and I'm kinda having a hard time living with myself over it. It's not like I can just go on with my daily routine like nothing ever happened. It's ALWAYS THERE. I have to live with that."
Mel put down her coffee mug and looked Zac in the eyes, narrowing her own. "What, uh, what happened when you got home last night?"
"She knows," he said quietly.
Mel wasn't sure she heard him correctly. "Um, she knows what?"
"Everything. She knows. She's always known. The entire time, she knew."
Mel searched Zac's eyes in complete shock. "How?"
"She didn't elaborate. Maybe it's women's intuition, I have no idea. But the point is, she knew and she still stuck around. She has stood by me and supported me and loved me and yet, she knew. Mel, THAT is the mark of a spectacular woman, right there. How could I have been so stupid?"
"Wow," she responded, hardly able to believe her own ears. "That's, uh, that's really admirable of her..."
"I mean, what if it were you?" Zac continued. "If you were my wife, I'd probably be six feet under right now. Or you would have at least thrown all my shit out in the yard and told me to hit the road."
Mel picked her mug back up and glanced guiltily inside of it. "Um, well, I can't say I'm an innocent party here,
either...uh, Tay and I had sex while he was still married to Natalie. Twice. I think...but in my defense, he was allegedly leaving her then..."
"Well, that's...that's different. I think. Anyway, the point is, I almost wish she would have gotten mad and
left me. Not that I wanted her to, but I'm more tortured now knowing she's chosen to let it go and continue to be my wife. You could never know that burden. And then when I saw her in that magazine--Mel, I've never
seen my wife more sexy in the entire time I've known her. And that scared me. Because there ARE men out there that are much better than me and any of them could be better to her than I've been. But she chooses me. And I can't understand why. And so I blamed you. And I'm sorry."
"Zac," Mel said warmly. "You were right when you said I don't know anything about your personal life. I
don't. But I know YOU. I've known you for years and not much has changed. You're kind and you're caring. You're passionate, you're fun, you're a gentleman. You're talented and you're funny. You are a catch and it's no wonder why she wants to keep you. And I'm not just saying that, either. If things were different and if we weren't family, I'd probably be crushing on you pretty hard. You're a great guy."
Zac blushed and shook his head. "Guess I missed my chance all those years ago, huh?"
Mel chuckled and refilled her mug with the pot the server had left on the table. "You were young and immature back then, you never had a chance."
"Gee, way to cut me down to size," he laughed.
Then she grew serious again. "So what happens now? I mean, you obviously talked last night..."
"Yeah." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "The good news is, neither one of us wants out of this
marriage. I gotta be grateful for that. But it's gonna take work. We're gonna look into therapy, stuff like that. Whatever it takes."
Mel smiled warmly over her freshly-filled mug. "Good for you."
He nodded as he went back to his food. "Yeah. I hope so."
As Mel finished what was left on her plate, Zac suddenly changed the subject. "So I got invited to a party next
week. In LA."
"Okay..."
"It's a small function, I think. In some club, real laid back. Bunch of indie artists and stuff. Friend of mine invited me. Kate and I are gonna go, I think. You and Tay wanna tag along?"
"Is this...business-related?"
"No," he said, waving her off. "Just fun. Just a bunch of us getting together and having a good time. What do you think?"
Mel nodded. "I think we can swing it. I don't think it'll be a problem."
"I just have one request. Stay in a different hotel or something."
She could help but laugh. "Do what?"
"I know, it sounds silly, but--well, Kate and I are using that weekend as a bit of a getaway, just the two of us.
You know?"
Mel smiled across the table at Zac. "As you wish."
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The following week, at Zac's invitation, the two couples walked into a small club on LA's Sunset Strip. Eccentrics milled around everywhere, the room was filled with smoke and you could smell the alcohol upon entry.
As Kate and Mel followed behind Zac and Taylor, Kate leaned over and muttered to Mel, "And everyone wonders why I don't attend more functions with him..."
Mel couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sure it won't be THAT bad..."
"Here's hoping."
After a bit, Mel couldn't help but be a little bored and she knew Kate felt the same way. Neither one of them knew any of these people, nor any of their music, and all everyone seemed to want to do was talk music or get stoned. As Mel and Kate sat and sipped drinks at the bar, they watched their men work the room. They had themselves a time, talking and laughing with everyone they came in contact with. Mel felt bad for being a scrooge, but any time she was caught in one of these situations with Tay, she felt like the silent third wheel. So she decided to hang with Kate and drink her boredom away.
Every now and then men would stop and speak to them. Never any women. Just the men. It was strange.
Mel and Kate had nothing against any of those women. But the two of them got looks to kill from the female population. They didn't understand it. Was it Mel's black, faux-leather leggings with the heels that made her
legs look as if they went for days? Was it the sexy tears in Kate's skin-tight jeans and the way her black tunic top clung to her that made her look irresistible? Was it because they didn't work the room with their men? What made these women avoid them like the plague?
The word Maxim came up and Mel understood instantly. The men were fans and their women didn't like it. Mel couldn't help but find this mildly amusing. "These bitches stare at us like we're Typhoid Marys or something," she muttered to Kate so nobody could hear. "The least we could do is appreciate the guys for being nice."
"You think we're being rude, just sitting here?" Kate asked.
Mel shook her head. "Nah. We've been around the room. We had nothing in common with any of these
people. I think we're okay right here. It's not like we didn't try, you know." Mel raised her cocktail to toast with Kate before she drank hers.
As they watched Tay and Zac make their rounds, men bought them drinks. They both knew they would likely be wasted by the end of the night, but oh well. After awhile it started being fun and Mel and Kate found themselves laughing and carrying on with the people around them. Mel was able to catch Tay's eye from across the room a couple of times. He watched her hard. Intently. She would have thought it was sexy had she not known what was on his mind. Oh, look, another shot!
Before too long, Zac joined them at the bar, smitten with his wife. Mel smiled at the sight. It was the first
time in awhile she had seen the two of them really let loose with each other. Zac seemed relaxed and Kate seemed happy. Mel was genuinely thrilled for the two of them. Not wanting to be the third wheel, she said
to them, "I'm gonna run to the restroom then I'm gonna go round up my guy."
After a few minutes, Mel emerged from the restroom, only to lay eyes on Tay just across the room. He was laughing and talking with a girl--a very pretty one--and she appeared to be eating up every single word he said. She grazed his arm, leaning in close when she spoke to him. Mel's blood boiled.
Calmly she walked up to them and plastered a smile on her face. "Hi," she said when she approached. "So what did I miss?"
The girl, a blonde in a weird hat who decided denim hot pants were the thing to wear in March, turned to Mel and gave her the once-over and raised her eyebrow. "Excuse me, but that's kind of rude, don't you think? Just barging in on a private conversation like that?"
Mel raised her eyebrow at Tay expectantly and found him speechless. "Um, this is--"
She cut him off, her smile widening, her voice laden with sickening politeness as she looked back and forth at the two of them. "Well, then. I apologize for the intrusion, I had no idea this was a private conversation."
"Well you didn't exactly ask if you could interrupt before you just barged in unannounced," the girl retorted.
Mel's eyes blinked like wildfire as she fought to keep her expression and her composure. "Ask? You're right,
I shouldn't have done such a horrible, rude thing." She eyed Tay hard and continued. "I'll just be on my way and the two of you can continue in this top secret conversation. I'm sure it's VERY important."
And with that, shaking with absolute murderous fury, Mel turned around and made her way back to the bar with Zac and Kate. "Where's Tay?" Kate asked.
Her eyes must have said it all because Zac's response was, "Oh god..."
"That mother fucker," Mel started through her teeth. "Just blew me off to talk with some little blonde whore."
"Excuse me?" Kate said.
"The girl in the hat?" Zac asked.
"Yes, the girl in the hat," Mel spat. "My fiancée just blew me off, IN PUBLIC, to have a 'private' conversation with
that little whore!"
"Well--did you say something?" Kate asked.
"No. I was in too much shock to do anything and I'm really trying to stay on my best behavior but the more I
look over there--he's fucking looking at me! Look at that shit! He's gonna blow me off and then he's gonna--fuck him and that little bimbo. She even had the AUDACITY--oh, get this, this is beautiful--the AUDACITY to tell ME that *I* was intruding on a private conversation! And did Tay do anything about it? NOT A DAMN THING! I swear to god, I am gonna rip that little hussy to shreds then light her on fucking fire--"
"Mel!" Zac finally said loudly, getting her attention. "Not so loud. Her husband is sitting right there." He then pointed behind Kate.
Mel peeked her head around Kate and spied the man that sat facing the bar in the stool on the other side of her own empty one. "Oh really..." Mel then began straightening her clothes.
"Mel, come on. What are you doing?" Zac said. "Don't do this."
"Don't do what? We're at a party. I'm simply going to socialize with another guest. No big deal."
"Don't do something crazy."
She whipped her head around at Zac and then motioned to Tay and the girl. "Look at them. He intentionally blew me off. Give me one good reason why I SHOULDN'T go batshit crazy all over this room."
Zac's palm met his face.
Mel sat herself back in her own stool and turned her body toward the man next to her. He was okay-looking. Not terribly attractive. Short black hair, black V-neck t-shirt. Tattoos. She was apparently running into a lot of these types lately. "Are you a drummer?" she asked him suddenly, apparently catching him off guard.
He turned to her and smiled, obviously appreciating the observation. "Yeah. I am. How'd you guess?"
"I can tell by your arms," she flirted. "I'm kind of an expert at these things."
"Oh yeah? You're a musician?"
"I've done some dabbling. Nothing major. Hey, are you smoking cloves?"
"Yeah," he answered. "You want one?"
"Yanno, I think I would. Thank you."
Mel leaned over so the guy could light the cigarette for her. She took a long drag and turned her head, her eyes landing right on Tay's as she slowly blew the smoke into the air. She raised an eyebrow in a taunt. Judging by the look on Tay's face in that moment, if looks could kill, she would surely be dead.
She turned her attention back to her new friend. "So what's your name? I'm Mel."
He smiled at her again. "Darryl."
Mel hated the name Darryl. But she lied anyway. "Darryl, huh? Just rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?"
Darryl blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "Uh, nobody's ever said that before..."
"Hm. Shame. I guess I just assumed that plenty of women would have had the pleasure of letting your name
roll off their tongue at some point or another. Darryl."
"Hey, how 'bout a drink to go with that smoke?"
"Well that would be just perfect."
"What are you having?"
Mel took another long drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out, catching Tay's eyes once again. "Whatever you're having."
Moments later, Mel had a bourbon on the rocks in her hand and she adjusted herself in her seat, flipping her hair to the side. With her drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she said to him, "So tell me about your tattoos. I bet you have some wild stories to tell."
As Darryl started rambling on about his tattoos, Mel stole another look at Tay. He looked back at her, his
nostrils flaring in rage. Mel couldn't help herself when the corners of her mouth started to turn up just a little. What the fuck was so intriguing with that girl that he just couldn't tear himself away? It didn't make sense!
Setting her drink down on the bar, Mel said to Darryl, "Well I seem to know all about the ones on your arms..." She took her index finger and seductively pulled on the collar of his shirt. "But I'm more interested in these..."
Within seconds, Blondie was at the bar with Tay in tow. "Excuse me, exactly what do you think you're doing
here?" Blondie said in disbelief.
"Oh I'm sorry," Mel responded. "But it appears that you're intruding in a very private conversation between me and Darryl, here. I'd expect you to give me the same respect I gave to you."
"Well it's not exactly a private conversation when you're over here with my husband."
"Oh it isn't? Was that your train of thought when you so rudely pushed me out of a conversation involving my
fiancée?" Mel flashed her engagement ring and Blondie went pale.
Darryl turned around in his chair to speak to his wife. "You did that?"
She looked trapped, her eyes wide. "I had no idea. If I had known--"
"Did you even ask?" he asked her.
"Well, no, I just--we were talking music and--"
"See, that's why you can't ever keep any female friends," Darryl said to her. "Because you can't keep your mouth shut."
Blondie looked flustered and her eyes darted around. "Uh, I think we shouldn't talk about this here--"
"I think you're right," Darryl said. "I think it's time we go."
As Darryl apologized to Mel and led his wife out the door, Mel couldn't wipe the smirk off of her face as she sipped on her drink. Turning to face Tay, she was only slightly shocked at the expression on his face. "Are you TRYING to humiliate me tonight?"
Mel was astonished at this question. "Humiliate YOU? Imagine how humiliated I was when my fiancée publicly blew me off to talk to another woman."
"Come on, Mel, I didn't blow you off."
"The hell you didn't! You stood right there and let that little harlot speak to me the way she did and never once
even tried to make it right. And then you STAYED with her. So I figured, what the hell? I'll keep her husband company. I mean, she was taking such good care of you and all."
Tay took the cigarette out of her hand and took a drag of his own. "It was business."
"This isn't a business function."
"Look, she has a band and we've been trying to recruit her guitarist to lay some tracks down for awhile. He isn't here tonight so I figured I'd talk to her to hook us up. It's no big deal."
"You're completely missing the point."
"I'm not missing the point. I'm a bastard. I already know this."
"Admitting it doesn't make it okay for you to be one."
"Listen, can we not talk about this here?"
"What, you wanna swing your dick around and insult me and then drag me out of this place like Darryl there just did?"
He scowled at her. "No. I'd like to go outside and finish my cigarette."
"YOUR cigarette? That is mine. It was a gift."
He smirked at her. "Please, you don't even smoke."
"That's not the point. You seem to be missing a lot tonight."
"Why don't you take me outside and show me what I'm missing?" he challenged her.
Mel's body suddenly stiffened at his comment. This was certainly not the direction she expected this
conversation to go. And she couldn't deny that it instantly turned her on. Keeping her composure, she stood and held her head high. "Fine."
Tay smirked again, obviously pleased with his influence, and snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray behind Mel. His body brushed against hers and she felt herself tremble. He knew what he was doing. The bastard. How dare he be such an asshole and then turn around and be so incredibly sexy seconds later? It wasn't fair.
He took her by the hand and led her out the side door that she had seen people coming in and out of all night. There weren't many people out there at all. And the ones that were paid no attention to hers and Tay's presence. Standing by the brick building, the outside light seemed to illuminate the brick wall and the pavement they stood on. The heels she wore gave her several more inches and made it much easier to look at Tay's face. There was determination in his eyes. Sex and determination. "So you're pissed," he started.
"You're goddamn right I'm pissed."
"How do you think I feel?"
"How you feel is a nonissue at this point. You shouldn't have blatantly disrespected me like that. You were a total creep back there."
He moved closer to her, causing her to inch backward until the brick wall stopped her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his breath warm on her face. "How do I make it up to you?"
Mel had a hard time finding the words. Fighting with herself, she mustered as much composure as she could. "Well an apology is a good start."
His voice darkened. "And then what?"
"Letting me tear her hair out would have helped."
He smiled seductively. "You wanted to tear her hair out?"
"Only after I broke both of her legs and distorted her pretty face."
"You don't like her, do you?"
"She had her hands all over you. I was silently plotting her murder."
Tay smiled, leaning his arm on the brick wall by her head. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you jealous like this before. I didn't think you had it in you."
"There's a difference between jealousy and maniacal rage."
"Keep talking, I like it," he whispered.
"I think it's kinda fucked up the way you're liking it."
"You know what I think is fucked up?" he asked, letting his hand fall to her thigh and feeling the material as he ran it up to her waist. "The way you threw yourself all over that guy just to piss me off."
"I have to admit, the look on your face was priceless," she said, her own voice darkening to match his.
"I had a hard time focusing on my conversation."
"I could have left with him. I bet he was willing."
"He would have been a lunatic not to be. You wanna hear a secret?"
"I thought I knew all of your secrets?"
He pressed his body against her, his face inches from hers, his fingers playing with the collar on her shirt.
"I was so turned on watching you seduce that guy. He melted for you. You had him in the palm of your hand."
"How do you know?" she challenged him.
"I'm a man. I know a weak man when I see one. You were putting on a show just for me. I know you were. That's why I didn't come to you right away. I wanted to watch."
"How far would you have let it go had Blondie not interrupted?"
"How far would you have taken it?"
She narrowed her eyes at him for a second in thought. "I'm not sure...what would you have done if you were
him?"
He smiled and shifted his weight. "Well that's a loaded question. Am I already your man or do I wanna be your man?"
She narrowed her eyes and scoffed at him. "Look at what I'm wearing, of course you wanna be my man."
He sucked in a breath and laughed. "Yeah, you're right." He slid his hand purposefully over her breast as it made its way to her waist, his lips brushing against hers. "You wanna go somewhere?"
"I don't think I can make it as far as the hotel," she whispered.
"I'm having a hard time making it right here," he said through his teeth. "There's a back room in there that I'm
sure we could find a little privacy in."
Mel grinned up at him, searching his face. "I swear, I think you get more and more daring every day."
"I can't help it." His hips gently rocked into hers. "You just--do all these things to me lately, I don't know what it is. I can't decide if I'm spiraling out of control or finding inspiration. I don't even know if it's healthy or not."
"Every good couple deserves a healthy sex life."
"How can I argue with that logic?"
"You can't."
He bit his lip and smiled as he took her hand and led her back inside the building.
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TAYLOR
It was those pants. Those goddamn pants. Not that he didn't constantly find Mel sexy, but the second she put
those pants on, Taylor knew he would have a difficult night. And he'd been right.
They were black, skin-tight leggings made out of fake leather and the moment she put them on, all he wanted was have his hands all over them for the rest of the night. Since he knew he couldn't do that, he drank and tried to distract himself. He was almost successful until he saw her chatting it up with the guy at the bar. He
didn't know if it was her pants or the way her loose, gray sweater hung lazily off her shoulder that made the men's heads turn, but the fact that one of the most desired women in the room happened to be his fiancée made his ego soar.
Walking back inside, they ducked into a small alcove along the side of the bar and found a man standing outside a door at the end of the tiny hallway. "Is there anyone in there?" Tay asked the stern-faced man.
The man turned around and opened the door and peeked in, closing it again behind him. "It's empty."
Tay shoved a few bills into the man's fist. "This enough to keep it that way till we leave?"
The man glanced in his hand and then he chuckled, an expression that looked strange on his face. He opened the door and stood out of the way. "Have a good night."
The pair walked into the small room and looked around. There wasn't much to it. It was slightly run down, an
overused sofa to the right, a low counter in front of a mirror with a few chairs underneath to the left. It looked as if it had been a dressing room of some type at one point. Or maybe it still was, there was no way of knowing. In the middle of the room was a small table reminiscent of a coffee table. The smell of stale cigarette smoke and perfume lingered. "I'm pretty sure we aren't the first to be in here tonight," Mel muttered.
"I'm sure we won't be the last," Tay said, finally allowing himself the chance to explore the intoxicating material she wore below her waist.
"Are we sure WE wanna be in here?"
He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in the scent as he slid his hands around the front of her body and pulled her back against him. "I don't really care."
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was excited by the skin he felt on her waist when she raised her arms and her sweater rose with them. Taking the opportunity, he let his hands run up the sides of her body under her shirt and was pleasantly surprised that she wore no bra underneath. He broke their kiss long enough to groan, "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."
"All in the name of fashion," she smiled.
"Just fashion? Are you sure?"
"You thought I wore no underwear just for you?"
"Humor me."
He took her breasts gently in his hands and she sucked in a breath. As she whimpered in pleasure, he dropped his hands and wrapped one of her legs around his waist, running his hand back up and gripping her ass. He groaned as he chuckled through his teeth. "Mmm, no panty lines either?"
"Like I said before..."
He let her leg go and little by little, he backed her up into the counter. Sitting her up on it, he leaned over her
and said in her ear, "You gotta start saying more things I wanna hear."
"Drop your pants."
"That's more like it."
She busily began undoing his pants and he happily allowed her to do it. Scooting off the counter, she stared in his eyes as she shoved his pants around his hips just enough to expose him. Kissing his lips, she ran her hands down his body as she slowly made her way down. He watched in the mirror as she took him in her mouth and his breathing staggered as he gripped a fistful of her hair. She moaned as she worked him, the sound of her voice exciting him even more and the better it felt, the more he found himself rocking his hips into her. Gradually she tightened her mouth around him and picked up speed and his head fell back in
pleasure. "Mm, fuck yes," he growled quietly through his teeth. He was quickly losing control and it crossed his mind to allow himself to finish in her mouth.
Looking down at her, he changed his mind. "Get up," he breathed. She obeyed him, slowly sliding her mouth off of him and purposely making a popping sound as she released him, nearly prompting him to shove himself back in her mouth and finishing himself off. Instead, he turned her around and bent her over the counter, shoving her leggings down her body. He rested a hand on the counter beside her and reached his arm around to finger her between her legs. He watched her face in the mirror as she gritted her teeth and moaned in pleasure and the sound and the visual only made him harder. She got his fingers so wet he could hardly wait to be inside her and only released her just when her body started to shake from the pleasure.
At that point she began to beg as he knew she would. He loved getting her worked up just enough to stop and hear her sweet voice beg for more. He wrapped his hand around himself to prepare to enter her and took another fistful of her hair with the other. Pulling her head back, he said in her ear, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he commanded as he stroked himself.
He watched her face intently in the mirror as she whimpered helplessly, "I need it. Right now."
He entered her aggressively and she gasped at the first stroke. He grinned and bit his lip at the sound.
Leaning over, he slid his hand back up her shirt and fondled her breast as his other hand gripped her hip tightly. Looking down, he watched her hand curl up on the countertop and her nails attempt to dig into the hard surface.
The more Taylor drove into her, the more Mel panted and moaned. She loved it. She loved the way he felt inside her and she loved the way he fucked her. He knew she did. And he loved the way she loved it. He didn't know what turned him on more, the way she was always so tight around him or the way he knew he made her feel when he did these things to her. He liked to believe that he was the only man to ever fulfill all of the dirty fantasies they'd lived these past few months, as she was certainly the only woman who had ever brought this sort of sexual deviance out of him.
Moments later they finished and were breathlessly putting themselves back together, each with a smile on their
face. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately," Mel said. "But I think I kinda like it."
"Kinda?"
"You just paid a guy to fuck me in the back of a club. That was different. I like different."
Tay blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, we were in the moment..."
"And the moment's gone."
"I think we need to leave."
Mel began to blush, herself. "I think I agree."
She took him by the hand and stayed close to him as they walked out the door of the room. He glanced down at her and smiled, obvious to him that she was too nervous to show her face. He knew she was afraid that what they'd done would be written all over it. He knew it because he felt the same way.
Not looking back, they walked straight out the door of the club and hailed a cab back to their hotel. Tay held Mel close in the backseat when her voice broke the silence. "You know what? I'm hungry."
His own stomach rumbled at her comment and he found himself saying to the cab driver, "I think we need to make a pit stop."
MEL
The next day was a 3CG day for both Mel and Taylor. As Tay showered, Mel had just pulled her boots on when she heard the doorbell ring. Her eyes darting to the clock, she knew it was much too early for company.
Once downstairs, she opened the door and was surprised to find Zac there, his hands shoved in his pockets, a guilty look on his face. "Uh, hey," he greeted her nervously.
"Hi..." she responded, unsure of what was going on.
"Are you going to the studio with Tay today?"
"Yes," she responded.
"Oh. Okay. Um, so, do you think you maybe wanna go get coffee or something before work? Just you and
me?"
"Coffee?"
"Or breakfast or...whatever...I'll take you to work and then Tay can take you home or something. However you
wanna do it."
Mel couldn't deny her shock. "You wanna take ME to breakfast?"
"Well...yeah..."
Mel studied him for a moment before she relented. "Well, get in here, it's cold outside," she ushered him
inside. "Let me get a few things together and we can go, okay?"
Mel bounded up the stairs and walked in the bathroom on Tay in a towel as he leaned over the counter to shave. The visual made her bite her lip for a second before she spoke. "So, uh, Zac's here..."
Tay raised his eyebrows in question. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. He wants to take me to breakfast."
"How's he acting?"
"I little weird--after a fight like last night, how would you expect him to act?"
"He's gonna apologize to you." Tay turned from the mirror and smiled at her. "See? I told you it would all work out."
"Yeah...uh, so I guess I'll see you at the studio a little later."
Wordlessly, he puckered his lips at her.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "You have shaving cream on your face..."
Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her close and dug his face playfully in her neck, showering her with kisses as best he could. She laughed and squealed his name, trying desperately to push him away. "Tay, stop! You're making a mess!"
He pulled away, laughing and then went back to himself in the mirror as he prepped another round of cream for his face. "God, look what you made me do. Now I have to reapply and everything." He shook his head in mock annoyance.
She grabbed a hand towel and wiped her neck and cheek. She frowned as she held up sections of her hair. "Oh man, you got it in my hair."
"Wouldn't be the first time I got something white in your hair."
"Tay!" she scolded him in shock. "You're so crude!"
He grinned as he took the razor to his face. "You love me."
She curled up her lip and scrunched her nose. "If I must..." And then to get back at him, she reached out
and jerked his towel off of him and darted from the room.
"Hey, I have no qualms about being naked!" He called to her. "Nice try, though!"
As Mel bounded down the stairs, Zac's arms were crossed and he shook his head. "I don't even want to know."
Forty-five minutes later, Mel sat across from Zac in the restaurant, a small plate of bacon and eggs in front of
her and an entire smorgasbord of flavor in front of Zac. Holding her coffee mug between her hands, she eyed Zac's food. "I just don't see how you can eat all that this early in the morning."
He smiled across the table at her. "Are you kidding? It's the best meal of the day."
"I've never been a big breakfast-eater."
"You're missing out."
"I'm more of a dinner person, myself."
"Well, you always were a night owl. Just like Tay."
Mel sipped her coffee and made a face. "How come everybody always says 'just like Tay?' You know, not EVERYTHING I do is 'just like Tay."
He looked up at her from his plate. "But a lot of it is."
She scowled at him as he ate and she picked up a strip of bacon and began to munch as she continued to hold her coffee in her other hand as if it were a lifeline. "I'm pretty sure we're not here to talk about me and Tay."
After the server refilled their drinks and left again, Zac sighed and wiped his mouth, sitting back in his seat.
"Look. Last night was...well, I was out of line..."
"No," Mel cut him off. "Before you say anything, just let me start. Zac, that guy last night was a creep.
Honestly. I tried to be nice and friendly and I guess he decided to try to take advantage. I don't know. I didn't want to be rude and ruin any potential business opportunities you guys might have with his band, so I
tolerated him. But what you did last night--that took guts for you to leave in the middle of the song just to come and defend me and--I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you for that. You're a good man. A
good brother. And it was wrong of me to act so ungrateful last night. I'm sorry."
Zac blushed at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you know...I mean I didn't like him anyway. Gave me a good excuse to tell him what I thought of him, if anything."
Mel smirked across the table at him and sipped on her coffee.
Zac continued. "Like I was saying before, I was out of line with--well, with the rest of it. I shouldn't have exploded on you like that, it's just--you were right. One hundred percent completely right and it was difficult for me to hear it out loud like that. I love Kate. I truly do. And I did some fucked up shit behind her back and I'm kinda having a hard time living with myself over it. It's not like I can just go on with my daily routine like nothing ever happened. It's ALWAYS THERE. I have to live with that."
Mel put down her coffee mug and looked Zac in the eyes, narrowing her own. "What, uh, what happened when you got home last night?"
"She knows," he said quietly.
Mel wasn't sure she heard him correctly. "Um, she knows what?"
"Everything. She knows. She's always known. The entire time, she knew."
Mel searched Zac's eyes in complete shock. "How?"
"She didn't elaborate. Maybe it's women's intuition, I have no idea. But the point is, she knew and she still stuck around. She has stood by me and supported me and loved me and yet, she knew. Mel, THAT is the mark of a spectacular woman, right there. How could I have been so stupid?"
"Wow," she responded, hardly able to believe her own ears. "That's, uh, that's really admirable of her..."
"I mean, what if it were you?" Zac continued. "If you were my wife, I'd probably be six feet under right now. Or you would have at least thrown all my shit out in the yard and told me to hit the road."
Mel picked her mug back up and glanced guiltily inside of it. "Um, well, I can't say I'm an innocent party here,
either...uh, Tay and I had sex while he was still married to Natalie. Twice. I think...but in my defense, he was allegedly leaving her then..."
"Well, that's...that's different. I think. Anyway, the point is, I almost wish she would have gotten mad and
left me. Not that I wanted her to, but I'm more tortured now knowing she's chosen to let it go and continue to be my wife. You could never know that burden. And then when I saw her in that magazine--Mel, I've never
seen my wife more sexy in the entire time I've known her. And that scared me. Because there ARE men out there that are much better than me and any of them could be better to her than I've been. But she chooses me. And I can't understand why. And so I blamed you. And I'm sorry."
"Zac," Mel said warmly. "You were right when you said I don't know anything about your personal life. I
don't. But I know YOU. I've known you for years and not much has changed. You're kind and you're caring. You're passionate, you're fun, you're a gentleman. You're talented and you're funny. You are a catch and it's no wonder why she wants to keep you. And I'm not just saying that, either. If things were different and if we weren't family, I'd probably be crushing on you pretty hard. You're a great guy."
Zac blushed and shook his head. "Guess I missed my chance all those years ago, huh?"
Mel chuckled and refilled her mug with the pot the server had left on the table. "You were young and immature back then, you never had a chance."
"Gee, way to cut me down to size," he laughed.
Then she grew serious again. "So what happens now? I mean, you obviously talked last night..."
"Yeah." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "The good news is, neither one of us wants out of this
marriage. I gotta be grateful for that. But it's gonna take work. We're gonna look into therapy, stuff like that. Whatever it takes."
Mel smiled warmly over her freshly-filled mug. "Good for you."
He nodded as he went back to his food. "Yeah. I hope so."
As Mel finished what was left on her plate, Zac suddenly changed the subject. "So I got invited to a party next
week. In LA."
"Okay..."
"It's a small function, I think. In some club, real laid back. Bunch of indie artists and stuff. Friend of mine invited me. Kate and I are gonna go, I think. You and Tay wanna tag along?"
"Is this...business-related?"
"No," he said, waving her off. "Just fun. Just a bunch of us getting together and having a good time. What do you think?"
Mel nodded. "I think we can swing it. I don't think it'll be a problem."
"I just have one request. Stay in a different hotel or something."
She could help but laugh. "Do what?"
"I know, it sounds silly, but--well, Kate and I are using that weekend as a bit of a getaway, just the two of us.
You know?"
Mel smiled across the table at Zac. "As you wish."
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The following week, at Zac's invitation, the two couples walked into a small club on LA's Sunset Strip. Eccentrics milled around everywhere, the room was filled with smoke and you could smell the alcohol upon entry.
As Kate and Mel followed behind Zac and Taylor, Kate leaned over and muttered to Mel, "And everyone wonders why I don't attend more functions with him..."
Mel couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sure it won't be THAT bad..."
"Here's hoping."
After a bit, Mel couldn't help but be a little bored and she knew Kate felt the same way. Neither one of them knew any of these people, nor any of their music, and all everyone seemed to want to do was talk music or get stoned. As Mel and Kate sat and sipped drinks at the bar, they watched their men work the room. They had themselves a time, talking and laughing with everyone they came in contact with. Mel felt bad for being a scrooge, but any time she was caught in one of these situations with Tay, she felt like the silent third wheel. So she decided to hang with Kate and drink her boredom away.
Every now and then men would stop and speak to them. Never any women. Just the men. It was strange.
Mel and Kate had nothing against any of those women. But the two of them got looks to kill from the female population. They didn't understand it. Was it Mel's black, faux-leather leggings with the heels that made her
legs look as if they went for days? Was it the sexy tears in Kate's skin-tight jeans and the way her black tunic top clung to her that made her look irresistible? Was it because they didn't work the room with their men? What made these women avoid them like the plague?
The word Maxim came up and Mel understood instantly. The men were fans and their women didn't like it. Mel couldn't help but find this mildly amusing. "These bitches stare at us like we're Typhoid Marys or something," she muttered to Kate so nobody could hear. "The least we could do is appreciate the guys for being nice."
"You think we're being rude, just sitting here?" Kate asked.
Mel shook her head. "Nah. We've been around the room. We had nothing in common with any of these
people. I think we're okay right here. It's not like we didn't try, you know." Mel raised her cocktail to toast with Kate before she drank hers.
As they watched Tay and Zac make their rounds, men bought them drinks. They both knew they would likely be wasted by the end of the night, but oh well. After awhile it started being fun and Mel and Kate found themselves laughing and carrying on with the people around them. Mel was able to catch Tay's eye from across the room a couple of times. He watched her hard. Intently. She would have thought it was sexy had she not known what was on his mind. Oh, look, another shot!
Before too long, Zac joined them at the bar, smitten with his wife. Mel smiled at the sight. It was the first
time in awhile she had seen the two of them really let loose with each other. Zac seemed relaxed and Kate seemed happy. Mel was genuinely thrilled for the two of them. Not wanting to be the third wheel, she said
to them, "I'm gonna run to the restroom then I'm gonna go round up my guy."
After a few minutes, Mel emerged from the restroom, only to lay eyes on Tay just across the room. He was laughing and talking with a girl--a very pretty one--and she appeared to be eating up every single word he said. She grazed his arm, leaning in close when she spoke to him. Mel's blood boiled.
Calmly she walked up to them and plastered a smile on her face. "Hi," she said when she approached. "So what did I miss?"
The girl, a blonde in a weird hat who decided denim hot pants were the thing to wear in March, turned to Mel and gave her the once-over and raised her eyebrow. "Excuse me, but that's kind of rude, don't you think? Just barging in on a private conversation like that?"
Mel raised her eyebrow at Tay expectantly and found him speechless. "Um, this is--"
She cut him off, her smile widening, her voice laden with sickening politeness as she looked back and forth at the two of them. "Well, then. I apologize for the intrusion, I had no idea this was a private conversation."
"Well you didn't exactly ask if you could interrupt before you just barged in unannounced," the girl retorted.
Mel's eyes blinked like wildfire as she fought to keep her expression and her composure. "Ask? You're right,
I shouldn't have done such a horrible, rude thing." She eyed Tay hard and continued. "I'll just be on my way and the two of you can continue in this top secret conversation. I'm sure it's VERY important."
And with that, shaking with absolute murderous fury, Mel turned around and made her way back to the bar with Zac and Kate. "Where's Tay?" Kate asked.
Her eyes must have said it all because Zac's response was, "Oh god..."
"That mother fucker," Mel started through her teeth. "Just blew me off to talk with some little blonde whore."
"Excuse me?" Kate said.
"The girl in the hat?" Zac asked.
"Yes, the girl in the hat," Mel spat. "My fiancée just blew me off, IN PUBLIC, to have a 'private' conversation with
that little whore!"
"Well--did you say something?" Kate asked.
"No. I was in too much shock to do anything and I'm really trying to stay on my best behavior but the more I
look over there--he's fucking looking at me! Look at that shit! He's gonna blow me off and then he's gonna--fuck him and that little bimbo. She even had the AUDACITY--oh, get this, this is beautiful--the AUDACITY to tell ME that *I* was intruding on a private conversation! And did Tay do anything about it? NOT A DAMN THING! I swear to god, I am gonna rip that little hussy to shreds then light her on fucking fire--"
"Mel!" Zac finally said loudly, getting her attention. "Not so loud. Her husband is sitting right there." He then pointed behind Kate.
Mel peeked her head around Kate and spied the man that sat facing the bar in the stool on the other side of her own empty one. "Oh really..." Mel then began straightening her clothes.
"Mel, come on. What are you doing?" Zac said. "Don't do this."
"Don't do what? We're at a party. I'm simply going to socialize with another guest. No big deal."
"Don't do something crazy."
She whipped her head around at Zac and then motioned to Tay and the girl. "Look at them. He intentionally blew me off. Give me one good reason why I SHOULDN'T go batshit crazy all over this room."
Zac's palm met his face.
Mel sat herself back in her own stool and turned her body toward the man next to her. He was okay-looking. Not terribly attractive. Short black hair, black V-neck t-shirt. Tattoos. She was apparently running into a lot of these types lately. "Are you a drummer?" she asked him suddenly, apparently catching him off guard.
He turned to her and smiled, obviously appreciating the observation. "Yeah. I am. How'd you guess?"
"I can tell by your arms," she flirted. "I'm kind of an expert at these things."
"Oh yeah? You're a musician?"
"I've done some dabbling. Nothing major. Hey, are you smoking cloves?"
"Yeah," he answered. "You want one?"
"Yanno, I think I would. Thank you."
Mel leaned over so the guy could light the cigarette for her. She took a long drag and turned her head, her eyes landing right on Tay's as she slowly blew the smoke into the air. She raised an eyebrow in a taunt. Judging by the look on Tay's face in that moment, if looks could kill, she would surely be dead.
She turned her attention back to her new friend. "So what's your name? I'm Mel."
He smiled at her again. "Darryl."
Mel hated the name Darryl. But she lied anyway. "Darryl, huh? Just rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?"
Darryl blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "Uh, nobody's ever said that before..."
"Hm. Shame. I guess I just assumed that plenty of women would have had the pleasure of letting your name
roll off their tongue at some point or another. Darryl."
"Hey, how 'bout a drink to go with that smoke?"
"Well that would be just perfect."
"What are you having?"
Mel took another long drag off her cigarette and blew the smoke out, catching Tay's eyes once again. "Whatever you're having."
Moments later, Mel had a bourbon on the rocks in her hand and she adjusted herself in her seat, flipping her hair to the side. With her drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, she said to him, "So tell me about your tattoos. I bet you have some wild stories to tell."
As Darryl started rambling on about his tattoos, Mel stole another look at Tay. He looked back at her, his
nostrils flaring in rage. Mel couldn't help herself when the corners of her mouth started to turn up just a little. What the fuck was so intriguing with that girl that he just couldn't tear himself away? It didn't make sense!
Setting her drink down on the bar, Mel said to Darryl, "Well I seem to know all about the ones on your arms..." She took her index finger and seductively pulled on the collar of his shirt. "But I'm more interested in these..."
Within seconds, Blondie was at the bar with Tay in tow. "Excuse me, exactly what do you think you're doing
here?" Blondie said in disbelief.
"Oh I'm sorry," Mel responded. "But it appears that you're intruding in a very private conversation between me and Darryl, here. I'd expect you to give me the same respect I gave to you."
"Well it's not exactly a private conversation when you're over here with my husband."
"Oh it isn't? Was that your train of thought when you so rudely pushed me out of a conversation involving my
fiancée?" Mel flashed her engagement ring and Blondie went pale.
Darryl turned around in his chair to speak to his wife. "You did that?"
She looked trapped, her eyes wide. "I had no idea. If I had known--"
"Did you even ask?" he asked her.
"Well, no, I just--we were talking music and--"
"See, that's why you can't ever keep any female friends," Darryl said to her. "Because you can't keep your mouth shut."
Blondie looked flustered and her eyes darted around. "Uh, I think we shouldn't talk about this here--"
"I think you're right," Darryl said. "I think it's time we go."
As Darryl apologized to Mel and led his wife out the door, Mel couldn't wipe the smirk off of her face as she sipped on her drink. Turning to face Tay, she was only slightly shocked at the expression on his face. "Are you TRYING to humiliate me tonight?"
Mel was astonished at this question. "Humiliate YOU? Imagine how humiliated I was when my fiancée publicly blew me off to talk to another woman."
"Come on, Mel, I didn't blow you off."
"The hell you didn't! You stood right there and let that little harlot speak to me the way she did and never once
even tried to make it right. And then you STAYED with her. So I figured, what the hell? I'll keep her husband company. I mean, she was taking such good care of you and all."
Tay took the cigarette out of her hand and took a drag of his own. "It was business."
"This isn't a business function."
"Look, she has a band and we've been trying to recruit her guitarist to lay some tracks down for awhile. He isn't here tonight so I figured I'd talk to her to hook us up. It's no big deal."
"You're completely missing the point."
"I'm not missing the point. I'm a bastard. I already know this."
"Admitting it doesn't make it okay for you to be one."
"Listen, can we not talk about this here?"
"What, you wanna swing your dick around and insult me and then drag me out of this place like Darryl there just did?"
He scowled at her. "No. I'd like to go outside and finish my cigarette."
"YOUR cigarette? That is mine. It was a gift."
He smirked at her. "Please, you don't even smoke."
"That's not the point. You seem to be missing a lot tonight."
"Why don't you take me outside and show me what I'm missing?" he challenged her.
Mel's body suddenly stiffened at his comment. This was certainly not the direction she expected this
conversation to go. And she couldn't deny that it instantly turned her on. Keeping her composure, she stood and held her head high. "Fine."
Tay smirked again, obviously pleased with his influence, and snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray behind Mel. His body brushed against hers and she felt herself tremble. He knew what he was doing. The bastard. How dare he be such an asshole and then turn around and be so incredibly sexy seconds later? It wasn't fair.
He took her by the hand and led her out the side door that she had seen people coming in and out of all night. There weren't many people out there at all. And the ones that were paid no attention to hers and Tay's presence. Standing by the brick building, the outside light seemed to illuminate the brick wall and the pavement they stood on. The heels she wore gave her several more inches and made it much easier to look at Tay's face. There was determination in his eyes. Sex and determination. "So you're pissed," he started.
"You're goddamn right I'm pissed."
"How do you think I feel?"
"How you feel is a nonissue at this point. You shouldn't have blatantly disrespected me like that. You were a total creep back there."
He moved closer to her, causing her to inch backward until the brick wall stopped her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his breath warm on her face. "How do I make it up to you?"
Mel had a hard time finding the words. Fighting with herself, she mustered as much composure as she could. "Well an apology is a good start."
His voice darkened. "And then what?"
"Letting me tear her hair out would have helped."
He smiled seductively. "You wanted to tear her hair out?"
"Only after I broke both of her legs and distorted her pretty face."
"You don't like her, do you?"
"She had her hands all over you. I was silently plotting her murder."
Tay smiled, leaning his arm on the brick wall by her head. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you jealous like this before. I didn't think you had it in you."
"There's a difference between jealousy and maniacal rage."
"Keep talking, I like it," he whispered.
"I think it's kinda fucked up the way you're liking it."
"You know what I think is fucked up?" he asked, letting his hand fall to her thigh and feeling the material as he ran it up to her waist. "The way you threw yourself all over that guy just to piss me off."
"I have to admit, the look on your face was priceless," she said, her own voice darkening to match his.
"I had a hard time focusing on my conversation."
"I could have left with him. I bet he was willing."
"He would have been a lunatic not to be. You wanna hear a secret?"
"I thought I knew all of your secrets?"
He pressed his body against her, his face inches from hers, his fingers playing with the collar on her shirt.
"I was so turned on watching you seduce that guy. He melted for you. You had him in the palm of your hand."
"How do you know?" she challenged him.
"I'm a man. I know a weak man when I see one. You were putting on a show just for me. I know you were. That's why I didn't come to you right away. I wanted to watch."
"How far would you have let it go had Blondie not interrupted?"
"How far would you have taken it?"
She narrowed her eyes at him for a second in thought. "I'm not sure...what would you have done if you were
him?"
He smiled and shifted his weight. "Well that's a loaded question. Am I already your man or do I wanna be your man?"
She narrowed her eyes and scoffed at him. "Look at what I'm wearing, of course you wanna be my man."
He sucked in a breath and laughed. "Yeah, you're right." He slid his hand purposefully over her breast as it made its way to her waist, his lips brushing against hers. "You wanna go somewhere?"
"I don't think I can make it as far as the hotel," she whispered.
"I'm having a hard time making it right here," he said through his teeth. "There's a back room in there that I'm
sure we could find a little privacy in."
Mel grinned up at him, searching his face. "I swear, I think you get more and more daring every day."
"I can't help it." His hips gently rocked into hers. "You just--do all these things to me lately, I don't know what it is. I can't decide if I'm spiraling out of control or finding inspiration. I don't even know if it's healthy or not."
"Every good couple deserves a healthy sex life."
"How can I argue with that logic?"
"You can't."
He bit his lip and smiled as he took her hand and led her back inside the building.
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TAYLOR
It was those pants. Those goddamn pants. Not that he didn't constantly find Mel sexy, but the second she put
those pants on, Taylor knew he would have a difficult night. And he'd been right.
They were black, skin-tight leggings made out of fake leather and the moment she put them on, all he wanted was have his hands all over them for the rest of the night. Since he knew he couldn't do that, he drank and tried to distract himself. He was almost successful until he saw her chatting it up with the guy at the bar. He
didn't know if it was her pants or the way her loose, gray sweater hung lazily off her shoulder that made the men's heads turn, but the fact that one of the most desired women in the room happened to be his fiancée made his ego soar.
Walking back inside, they ducked into a small alcove along the side of the bar and found a man standing outside a door at the end of the tiny hallway. "Is there anyone in there?" Tay asked the stern-faced man.
The man turned around and opened the door and peeked in, closing it again behind him. "It's empty."
Tay shoved a few bills into the man's fist. "This enough to keep it that way till we leave?"
The man glanced in his hand and then he chuckled, an expression that looked strange on his face. He opened the door and stood out of the way. "Have a good night."
The pair walked into the small room and looked around. There wasn't much to it. It was slightly run down, an
overused sofa to the right, a low counter in front of a mirror with a few chairs underneath to the left. It looked as if it had been a dressing room of some type at one point. Or maybe it still was, there was no way of knowing. In the middle of the room was a small table reminiscent of a coffee table. The smell of stale cigarette smoke and perfume lingered. "I'm pretty sure we aren't the first to be in here tonight," Mel muttered.
"I'm sure we won't be the last," Tay said, finally allowing himself the chance to explore the intoxicating material she wore below her waist.
"Are we sure WE wanna be in here?"
He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in the scent as he slid his hands around the front of her body and pulled her back against him. "I don't really care."
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was excited by the skin he felt on her waist when she raised her arms and her sweater rose with them. Taking the opportunity, he let his hands run up the sides of her body under her shirt and was pleasantly surprised that she wore no bra underneath. He broke their kiss long enough to groan, "Oh, you gotta be kidding me."
"All in the name of fashion," she smiled.
"Just fashion? Are you sure?"
"You thought I wore no underwear just for you?"
"Humor me."
He took her breasts gently in his hands and she sucked in a breath. As she whimpered in pleasure, he dropped his hands and wrapped one of her legs around his waist, running his hand back up and gripping her ass. He groaned as he chuckled through his teeth. "Mmm, no panty lines either?"
"Like I said before..."
He let her leg go and little by little, he backed her up into the counter. Sitting her up on it, he leaned over her
and said in her ear, "You gotta start saying more things I wanna hear."
"Drop your pants."
"That's more like it."
She busily began undoing his pants and he happily allowed her to do it. Scooting off the counter, she stared in his eyes as she shoved his pants around his hips just enough to expose him. Kissing his lips, she ran her hands down his body as she slowly made her way down. He watched in the mirror as she took him in her mouth and his breathing staggered as he gripped a fistful of her hair. She moaned as she worked him, the sound of her voice exciting him even more and the better it felt, the more he found himself rocking his hips into her. Gradually she tightened her mouth around him and picked up speed and his head fell back in
pleasure. "Mm, fuck yes," he growled quietly through his teeth. He was quickly losing control and it crossed his mind to allow himself to finish in her mouth.
Looking down at her, he changed his mind. "Get up," he breathed. She obeyed him, slowly sliding her mouth off of him and purposely making a popping sound as she released him, nearly prompting him to shove himself back in her mouth and finishing himself off. Instead, he turned her around and bent her over the counter, shoving her leggings down her body. He rested a hand on the counter beside her and reached his arm around to finger her between her legs. He watched her face in the mirror as she gritted her teeth and moaned in pleasure and the sound and the visual only made him harder. She got his fingers so wet he could hardly wait to be inside her and only released her just when her body started to shake from the pleasure.
At that point she began to beg as he knew she would. He loved getting her worked up just enough to stop and hear her sweet voice beg for more. He wrapped his hand around himself to prepare to enter her and took another fistful of her hair with the other. Pulling her head back, he said in her ear, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he commanded as he stroked himself.
He watched her face intently in the mirror as she whimpered helplessly, "I need it. Right now."
He entered her aggressively and she gasped at the first stroke. He grinned and bit his lip at the sound.
Leaning over, he slid his hand back up her shirt and fondled her breast as his other hand gripped her hip tightly. Looking down, he watched her hand curl up on the countertop and her nails attempt to dig into the hard surface.
The more Taylor drove into her, the more Mel panted and moaned. She loved it. She loved the way he felt inside her and she loved the way he fucked her. He knew she did. And he loved the way she loved it. He didn't know what turned him on more, the way she was always so tight around him or the way he knew he made her feel when he did these things to her. He liked to believe that he was the only man to ever fulfill all of the dirty fantasies they'd lived these past few months, as she was certainly the only woman who had ever brought this sort of sexual deviance out of him.
Moments later they finished and were breathlessly putting themselves back together, each with a smile on their
face. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately," Mel said. "But I think I kinda like it."
"Kinda?"
"You just paid a guy to fuck me in the back of a club. That was different. I like different."
Tay blushed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, we were in the moment..."
"And the moment's gone."
"I think we need to leave."
Mel began to blush, herself. "I think I agree."
She took him by the hand and stayed close to him as they walked out the door of the room. He glanced down at her and smiled, obvious to him that she was too nervous to show her face. He knew she was afraid that what they'd done would be written all over it. He knew it because he felt the same way.
Not looking back, they walked straight out the door of the club and hailed a cab back to their hotel. Tay held Mel close in the backseat when her voice broke the silence. "You know what? I'm hungry."
His own stomach rumbled at her comment and he found himself saying to the cab driver, "I think we need to make a pit stop."