Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

bend over princess (pt 2)

a.n this just goes to show that if you bombard me with enough comments, i will do it, but don't get used to it, or do, bc you guys know how get a pt 2 out of me if you ask enough
ily though

Travis' POV

"Good." Taylor mumbled as I kissed her again. No questions asked, no concerns, nothing. Just a yes, she was leaving with me. Thank fuck, I couldn't have watched her walk away if I tried. 

Her delicate fingers fumbled for me, sliding around my neck as she held me close. She might have me wrapped around that little pinkie of hers, but I knew I had her too. And this wasn't just about the sex, though it would be tonight, I had real, raw feelings for this woman. She felt it too, I knew she did, or she wouldn't be here. I didn't know exactly what we were, but for now, this was enough.

And god, the taste of her perfect lips. I would have been content to stay forever.

But the moment was shattered when we heard yelling outside the door, and we broke apart. I sighed but Taylor lifted her head, frowning like she was trying to listen. Then her expression fell, and she started chewing on her lip.

"What is it princess?" I murmured, rubbing my thumb across her cheekbone. 

"I think." She cringed. "I think that's my security. They found me."

"You slipped your security?" I raised my eyebrows at her. Surely she wasn't that reckless.

"I might have." Taylor admitted. "They'd never have let me come if I asked, not without background checks and they'd want to talk to you and the whole team, and we'd have to spend the whole time in public view so they could keep an eye on us." She sighed. "I should talk to them."

"Ah, no you don't." I grabbed her wrists when she reached to tug her underwear back into place. Nudging her hands away, I took the thin lace and dragged it down her smooth legs, over her ankles and off. Taylor's cheeks flushed a delicious red, staring at me like she didn't think I was serious. "Now you can go." I murmured. 

Taylor opened her mouth, seemed to think better of it, and closed it again. I chuckled, leaning in and kissing her one more time. Slowly, I traced my tongue against hers, only lightly, pulling back when I felt her body tilt forwards for more. She sighed, pressing her lips together. Obviously fighting off a snarky remark. 

I lifted her down off the table and placed her on her feet before composing myself, making it look like I hadn't just fucked her into a trembling mess over a table. When we were decent, I slid my fingers through Taylor's and held her hand as she turned for the door.

"Oh..." Taylor stumbled to a stop almost immediately when we walked back out into the hallway. A man in black was standing there, talking on the phone, and his eyes immediately turned on her. He ended the call, sliding his phone away. "Shit." Taylor breathed.

"Yes, shit is correct Miss Swift." The man folded his arms. "Tree's out for your blood right now." He looked at me, back at her. "You know what we told you about this kind of thing."

"I know, I'm sorry. But..."

"Did you know there's cameras in here?" The man cut her off, and she paused. "Not proper ones, but people started recording you the second you walked in. There's about twenty different angles of you and him walking off together." Taylor was silent as he raised his eyebrows at her. "Do you know what's going to happen now? Tree warned you about this." Then I saw something change in Taylor's expression, and she lifted her chin.

"I don't care." She said, fighting back. Atta girl. "So what? I'm so done hiding everything. I am leaving with him, and I will sort everything out tomorrow. The bartender has my things."