Taylor's POV
"Taylor, where are you going?" Ryan asks me.
He was just like me. We both adored our sleep.
He normally slept in until about one or later, but today he decided to wake up earlier and since he woke up he's been staying with me in my bedroom talking with me about random things. "You know I'm free tonight."
It's five o'clock at night when I start getting ready. "I know Ry, but I have a few things that I need to get done today."
Like the fact that I'm going to a club to help Nicolas and his best friend capture two dangerous men.
"More important than hanging out with your older brother?" He pouts.
"I have to Ry. I'm sorry. We can hangout when I get back. Maybe watch a movie?" I suggest, kissing him on the cheek.
"I guess," he rolls his eyes.
"Now get out so I can change," I chuckle, pushing him out my room.
"Ok, ok," he puts his hands up in surrender, smiling and leaving my room.
Me and Nicolas haven't really talked since yesterday and I've decided that he probably does need some space with everything that went down yesterday. He's still hurt from all those years ago and has been holding it in for a long time.
I sigh and head into the bathroom as I turn on the shower, the hot water pouring down. I change out my clothes, stepping into the shower as the scorching hot water streams down my body. My body relaxed, the warm water calming my tensed muscles.
I wash my hair and let the soapy water flow down the drain. I then wash out my hair, squeezing some soap out the bottle and applying it all over my body.
My mind faded into a dull, foggy illusion. Closing my eyes to the water, I lean against the cool tiles as my weak legs threaten to buckle as the hot, scorching water continues to stream down my tensed body.
I open my eyes, shrieking when I see Nicolas leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. I turn the shower off, wrapping a towel around my body and stepping out.
"What are you doing in here?" I ask.
He takes a step towards me and I take one back. Until the counter behind me bumps into my lower back, making me stumble back a bit.
"Taylor..." he trails off.
"Yes?" I ask, lifting my head up a bit.
"Take off your towel," he demands.
My shaky hands grab the ends of the towel, untying the soft material and letting it drop to the floor.
His tattooed hand trails up my body, his ring-clad fingers wrapping around my throat, making me bite my lip.
His other hand holds my hip, moving down to my bare pussy. His fingers run down my wet slit as I let down a shaky breath, closing my eyes.
"Open your eyes Taylor," he says.
Meeting his intoxicating gaze I continue biting my lip, a quiet whimper leaving my lips. His fingers leave me and he tilts his head to the side.
"Unbuckle my pants," I do so, looking back up at him. He turns me around and bends me over, my chest meeting the cold counter.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he holds me down against the counter, my ass poking out towards him.
He rolls on a condom and slides his cock up and down my wet slit. My wet folds meets his dick as he rubs himself against me, a moan leaving my lips.
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The Arrangement
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