sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Sweat glistens on her chest and when she catches me staring, her hands force my eyes to make contact with hers. I've never been so turned on by someone taking over as much as Taylor does to me.

Her chest in her bra that's laced just to my liking, leaving the only cloth on her body to make things more interesting.

I reach to touch her, to crave her but I'm stopped again by the metal cuff she thought would be so sexy. It's sexy, my god is it hot but I get mad when my hands are idol and the love of my life is right in front of me, needing to be touched.

"I'm close" she pants

"Let me touch you" I beg

She shakes her head, leaving kisses down my neck. I need her more than she needs me, driving my testosterone and cravings insane.

We haven't stopped having sex since her and Becca went out for lunch. Taylor doesn't tell me the conversations they had but I've been getting ass every night because of it. I'm a happy man.

"Harry!" Jason yells, causing a stop in Taylor's movements.

"Oh god no please don't stop"

"Your moms here!" He yells again and Taylor jumps off the bed, falling to the ground and grabbing her clothes.

Fuck.

Taylor scrambles to put her shirt on, running around to find the key. The door starts to open and boxers are thrown on my bare lower half.

"Mum! No. just give me a second. Hold on!"

"You're making me wait to see my little boy?"

I didn't think that could get any worse, but it does as her words make my body numb. I'm not her little boy and thinking about that as I sit naked on my bed, handcuffed to the frame, brings me to a straight depression.

"Just don't come in"

She wasn't supposed to get here until tomorrow. Her and Gemma's flight was supposed to get in late and they stay at a hotel for the night when I pick them up for breakfast. But of course she doesn't listen to me and comes over at the worst possible time.

I hear Gemma's laugh on the other side, attempting to pull our mother away. Taylor has now found the key and is back on top of me, but in a sad, I'm not getting laid type of way.

She pulls away when I try to kiss her and adjusts her pants and hair to look presentable. I know she's panicking deep down. She hates these kinds of things and for this to be her first impression with my mum, it won't be something she would like to keep in her memory.

I'll hear about it all night, on how it wasn't at a nice dinner where she knew how she was going to look and that she could be classy, just like her mom. Taylor values first impressions and when they're bad, she becomes shattered.

Becca tells me it's part of her OCD thing, where she can't control something, she becomes worried and panicked. I've been told there is nothing I can do about it, just let her talk and freak out.

"Harry, I'm getting impatient!" My mum jokes but Taylor doesn't find it funny

"I'm working on it" I chuckle, "go get some wine or something"