Taylor couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up with Matty as they walked into Kelliegh's beach house for the weekend getaway. The two of them were an undeniable mismatch, something her friends often hinted at, though never outright said. Matty was loud, a little too touchy, and completely oblivious to the disapproving looks he received from her friends. Still, Taylor had told herself that it didn't matter what others thought—as long as she was happy. But lately, she wasn't so sure.
Kelliegh's birthday party was more like a three-day retreat with close friends. The house was stunning, sitting right on the beach, and the atmosphere was relaxed, with everyone eager to unwind and have fun. Taylor hoped this weekend would help her clear her head, but from the moment she and Matty arrived, he was all over her. His constant touches and whispered comments were suffocating, especially under the watchful eyes of their friends.
"Hey, Tay, can I borrow you for a second?" Kelliegh asked, grabbing her hand and leading her away from the group.
"Sure," Taylor said, grateful for the reprieve. Matty was already engaged in a conversation with someone else, so he didn't notice her leaving.
Kelliegh led her to the side of the house, where the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was clearer. "I want you to meet someone," she said with a mischievous grin. "My husband's friend, Travis. He's here for the weekend too."
Taylor turned and saw him—a tall, muscular man with a presence that immediately drew her in. Travis was everything Matty wasn't: confident without being arrogant, composed, and undeniably attractive. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. Taylor felt her pulse quicken as a rush of warmth spread through her. It was an instant, undeniable attraction.
"Hi," Travis greeted, extending a hand. His voice was deep, smooth.
"Hi," Taylor replied, her voice almost a whisper as she shook his hand. His grip was firm, sending an unexpected thrill up her arm.
Kelliegh watched them with a knowing smile. "I'll leave you two to chat," she said, disappearing back into the house.
Taylor felt her heart race as she and Travis made small talk. She could feel his eyes on her, lingering a little too long, and it made her both nervous and excited. She quickly reminded herself that she had Matty. Matty, who was probably looking for her right now. She couldn't be thinking like this about another man, especially not a man like Travis.
"I should get back," she said, forcing herself to break the spell.
"Of course," Travis said, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I hope we get to talk more this weekend."
Taylor nodded, her heart still pounding as she turned and walked back into the house. But the thought of Travis stayed with her, even as she tried to push it away.
That night, Matty was all over her as soon as they got to their room. His hands were rough, his kisses sloppy, and all Taylor could think about was Travis. She pictured his strong hands on her, his lips tracing the curve of her neck, and it made her feel guilty. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop. As Matty moved on top of her, all she could see was Travis—his muscular chest, the way he had looked at her with those piercing eyes.
"Travis..." she accidentally moaned, biting her lip as soon as the name slipped out.
"What?" Matty grunted, oblivious to her slip. He was too caught up in his own pleasure to notice her mistake.
Taylor felt a wave of guilt wash over her as Matty finished and quickly fell asleep, leaving her unsatisfied and frustrated. She lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts consumed by Travis. Why did he have such a hold on her? She felt guilty for even thinking about him, but the thought of him excited her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.
The next day, everyone was gathered around the pool, enjoying the sun and drinks. Taylor slipped into her bikini, a daringly sexy one she had bought on a whim but had never dared to wear—until now. When she stepped outside, she could feel all eyes on her, especially Travis's. His gaze was intense, raking over her body as she walked past him. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill through her. She could see the way he clenched his jaw, the way his muscles tensed, and it made her heart race.
Taylor joined her friends in the pool, but she couldn't shake the feeling of Travis watching her. Every time she looked his way, she found him staring, his expression dark with desire. It made her pulse quicken, knowing that she had this effect on him.
A little while later, Travis excused himself to change, heading inside the house. Taylor, needing to escape the heat of the sun, decided to follow. She thought Matty might be in the room they were using, so she opened the door without knocking, only to find herself face to face with Travis—completely naked.
Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes traveled down his body, taking in his broad chest, chiseled abs, and the impressive sight between his legs. She quickly averted her gaze, her face flushing red.
"I'm so sorry!" she stammered, backing out of the room.
Travis just chuckled, not at all embarrassed.
Taylor fled the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The image of his naked body was burned into her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
That night, after Matty had fallen asleep beside her, Taylor couldn't take it anymore. The guilt, the desire, the overwhelming need to feel something real—it all drove her out of bed. She slipped out of the room quietly and found herself in one of the guest rooms, where she could be alone.
Taylor closed the door behind her and leaned against it, her mind racing. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't stop herself. All she could think about was Travis—how he had looked at her, how huge he was, how much she wanted him. She slipped her hand into her panties, her fingers quickly finding her wetness as she pictured him standing there, naked, right in front of her.
As her fingers moved inside her, Taylor imagined Travis touching her, his hands roaming over her body, his mouth on her breasts. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escaped anyway. She was too lost in the fantasy to care. Her other hand moved to her breast, pinching her nipple, imagining it was his mouth there instead. The pleasure built quickly, overwhelming her senses.
Outside, Travis couldn't sleep. He had tried, but the image of Taylor in that bikini, the way she had looked at him, was burned into his mind. He decided to take a walk to clear his head, but as he passed one of the guest rooms, he heard something that stopped him in his tracks.
Moaning.
His heart skipped a beat as he realized who it was. The door was slightly ajar, and as he peered inside, he saw Taylor, completely naked on the bed, her fingers deep inside her, her other hand playing with her breasts. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his body reacting instantly.
Taylor's moans grew louder as she approached her release, and Travis couldn't tear his eyes away. He knew he should leave, give her privacy, but his legs were rooted to the spot. He pulled out his phone, instinctively recording the sight in front of him, thinking of how he could use this later when he was alone.
"Oh, Travis..." Taylor moaned, her back arching as she came, and that was when Travis stopped the recording, his eyes wide with shock.
He hadn't expected that.
"Need some help?" Travis's voice was low, rough with desire as he stepped into the room.
