Double Crossed

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Written by: @shiningjustforyou13 

Travis' POV

I tapped my foot, annoyed, as I sat at my desk, trying to focus. But all I could think about was Taylor. I hadn't heard from her since she'd left. I knew she'd gone back to work, but I didn't know how long for or if she'd left. She'd just vanished.

"Dude, you have to pull it together." Jason said as he walked into my office.

"Fuck off." I grumbled.

"Don't give me that shit." Jason shook his head. "You've been a downright ass ever since Taylor walked out. Let it go man, she doesn't want this life."

"Did you have something to tell me or are you just here to piss me off?" I asked.

"Actually yes." Jason sat down across from me. "I want to talk to you about when I leave."

"Right." I sighed. I'd known this was coming. With Kylie pregnant, I'd been waiting for the moment Jason told me he was done with this. He would never risk the safety of their baby or Kylie when she was more vulnerable. I respected that.

Jason and I dove into a conversation about how things were going to work while we adjusted to taking him out of the business, and it was sad, but it was the right decision. I'd still see him and Kylie and their baby all the time, just not at work. We talked about a lot for a while, and an hour later Jason left to go and take Kylie to her doctor's appointment.

Just as I turned back to my computer, an email came through and I frowned. It was that damn blank email address again. Alison fucking Kingsley. What did she want now?

I didn't want to click on it but I did, and a video link loaded. Clicking through to it, I pressed play. My mouth dropped open at the sight waiting for me, heart skipping a beat. No. No, no.

Taylor, since it was unmistakably her, was laid back on her bed, hair spread out like an angel around her head. A hand that was definitely not hers was clasping her breast as she breathed heavily, and then a dark, Italian voice came from behind the camera.

"Such a beautiful girl." A familiar, female voice murmured. "Such a goddess and someone was stupid enough to let you go." Taylor threw her head back as she moaned loudly, the hand stroking down her body. "Open." The voice commanded, and Taylor spread her thighs obediently. "Such a good girl." Alison said as she slipped two fingers into Taylor's pussy, causing her to fall into a mess of moans ad whimpers. "So wet for me, aren't you..." There was a suggestive pause. "Little Tiger."

My eyes darkened at my nickname for Taylor, spoken by the woman I hated most in this world, but couldn't help but be addicted to. I despised the sight of Taylor moaning beneath my worst enemy, being fucked by her. How the hell had this happened?

"Lick up bella." Alison demanded as she rubbed her slick fingers over Taylor's breasts, and Taylor surged down, her tongue flicking out to run it over her skin. A minute later, the camera lowered and my mouth dropped open even further when I saw sculpted, feminine hips, a strap on clearly visible. "Come on, tell them what you want." Alison teased as she dragged the strap on against Taylor's slick folds, taunting her. The next words from Taylor hit me hard.

"I want mommy's cock, p-please mommy I need you so badly, I need you to fuck me like only you can." Taylor whimpered, parting her thighs even further, earning a chuckle from Alison as she entered the blonde.

"You like when mommy fucks you just as much as he does don't you?" She purred once she was seated inside Taylor, and Taylor writhed, almost screaming her moans as Alison started to fuck her. "Such a good little pussy, isn't it?"