I kick off my heels and walk across the deck towards the sand.
It’s funny how fast life can change. In the space of a year, Chelsea found Wesley, my mom found Chelsea’s dad, and now I’m thinking about changing majors. Lord only knows what else is on the horizon for me.
I step off the deck onto the powder-soft sand and dig my toes in. For a moment, I stand there enjoying the salty air.
I head toward the edge of the ocean, the tide is in, so I can’t go very far. There are enough lights from houses lining the beach to guide my way, which means I don’t have to worry about getting lost or falling and breaking my neck.
When I’ve been walking for about fifteen minutes, the silhouette of the man who fills my dreams, or should that be nightmares, stands at the water’s edge. I stop walking and debate on whether I should turn back or not, but before I can decide, the silhouette makes his way towards me. My head yells run, but my feet won’t cooperate.
“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he says, but the way he says it lets me know he’s joking.
“Can any woman?”
I plop down on the sand and wrap my dress around my legs. “So, this is where you disappeared to.”
“Don’t think I was very welcome, do you?” he says, sitting down beside me.
“It’s not that you’re not welcome. It’s just it was a surprise that you showed up. You certainly know how to make an entrance.” I pick up a shell and score it back and forth on the sand. “Are you coming to the wedding tomorrow?” I turn to look at him and wait for his answer.
“Guess I am.”
“Are you going to stick around for a while?”
He shakes his head. “Have a few things I need to take care of.”
After that, I rest my chin on my knees, and we both sit there in silence, watching the ocean. I don’t know how it happened or when, but his fingers begin playing with the hem of my dress, and with that I make a decision. One I might regret for the rest of my life.
“So, I guess you’re right,” I say. “After tomorrow we’re going to be siblings or step-siblings. Whatever that entails.” My body takes control, aching to experience him again, aching to feel beautiful and desired. Maybe it’s because my mom is getting married tomorrow. Maybe it’s because I’m horny and he’s here. Or maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in two years.
Even though I use toys, I want to feel the touch of a man again—not just any man—him. I want to be held and kissed and want to feel that fizzle in my belly.
“What are you saying, Taylor?”
“I am not saying anything.”
“Coward,” he says with a gentle laugh.
He’s right. I’m being a coward. Afraid of not being the good girl. Well, fuck being the good girl for one night.
“We’re not going to have sex,” I blurt out. “I mean, I want to do things with you, but we’re not having sex. As in no cock in my pussy.”
He laughs again, this time the sound is deep and raspy and makes me smile. “When did you get such a dirty mouth? I like it. There are plenty of things we can do without me sliding my cock into your pussy.”
He stands, and I look up at him confused. “Where are you going?”
“If we’re going to relive the night we had two years ago, we should go back to where it all began.” He takes my hand and pulls me up. “You sure about this?” He hooks his hands under my butt and lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his hips. His massive erection presses through the crotch of his pants, and I don’t mind. Not one little bit.
“More than sure,” I whisper.
“You don’t know how many nights I’ve thought about this moment. About making you mine again.”
You have no idea, I think.
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She’s about to be off limits. But nothing stops me from taking what I want.
Taylor and I go way back. She and my kid sister Chelsea are best friends.
We hooked up before I graduated and left to play ball.
I gave her her very first O.
Now I’m back in town, because my dad is about to marry Taylor’s mom.
I convince her we need to have one more roll in the hay.
For old time’s sake. Before we become stepsiblings.
I didn’t realize how good the forbidden fruit would taste, though.
Now I know I can’t get enough of it.
F*ck the rules. I’ll eat until I have my full.
But what if my heart still craves more?
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