Chapter 29

TAYLA

I looked up into Walker’s eyes, my hand deliberately brushing against his aroused crotch. His lips parted in surprise, and I leaned in to kiss him gently.

As the music faded, I left Walker and returned to Hayden at the bar. I took a long sip of my beer before Hayden reached for my hand.

“Your turn,” he said, guiding me towards the dance floor. Walker quickly took my beer from me as Hayden led me away.

Hayden spun me around, bending me over his knee and then pulling me back up against him. His arm wrapped around my waist, his hips moving in rhythm with the music. I swayed with him, smiling at his intense sky-blue gaze. His strength was palpable, and his gaze was filled with sinful promises.

Both Walker and Hayden looked at me with such desire, it was hard to resist. I turned around, pressing my backside against Hayden’s crotch, teasing him. Sure enough, he was aroused too.

My eyes found Walker again, but my smile faded when I saw a blonde woman in a tight pink outfit pressing herself against him. They were talking quietly, and I felt a knot in my stomach. The woman snatched Walker’s beer, licking the bottle before taking a large gulp. The message was clear, and it made my stomach churn.

Hayden’s hand on my back brought me back to reality. “It’s his ex. Don’t worry, Walker would never cheat on you,” he whispered in my ear.

“I don’t like this,” I told Hayden.

“I’ll handle it,” he assured me, stepping around me to approach Walker and the blonde.

“Tayla?”

I turned to find Logan standing in front of me.

Oh shit!

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“I could ask you the same thing. Jess said you were home sick?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as he looked me up and down.

“You’re not...selling yourself, are you?”

“What the fuck? No, I am not!” I snapped back.

“That dress is too short. Are you even wearing underwear?”

“Logan!” I exclaimed, shocked.

“Let’s go. Your mom will freak when she finds out you’re here in that dress.”

He grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me along, but I resisted.

“What the fuck is your problem!” I yelled.

“I’m taking you home. Your mother will flip when she finds out you are here wearing that dress!”

I marched up to Logan, poking him in the chest. “Fuck off! I’m twenty-three years old and I will do and wear whatever the fuck I want!”

Logan’s eyes widened as Walker and Hayden flanked me, their glares fixed on Logan.

“I should have known you’d be here with them,” Logan muttered.

“That’s right. I’m here with my boyfriends,” I retorted.

“Boyfriends? As in both of them?”

“You heard her,” Hayden growled.

“Yes. I’m fucking both of them!”

Logan’s mouth dropped open, and he took a step back.

“One more thing. Tayla will be moving out in about a week so you best put an ad in for another lodger,” Walker added.

“Your mother…” Logan began.

“I don’t care! I didn’t move away from home to be controlled here. And you certainly won’t be controlling me either.”

Logan shook his head and disappeared into the crowd. I felt tears prick my eyes, but I held them back. The old me would have cried, but not now.

I turned to Walker. “What’s the deal with the blonde?”

“An ex,” he shrugged.

Suddenly, I felt self-conscious and wrapped my arms around my waist.

“Do you want to go home?” Hayden asked.

I nodded, and he led me off the dance floor and out of the club, Walker following behind us. Once outside, Hayden called a taxi while Walker wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“You’re the only woman I want, Tayla,” he whispered.

I stayed against him until the taxi arrived. Hayden climbed in first, then me, and finally Walker. We rode home in silence.

Back at the house, I went out onto the deck and stared out at the sea. The only light came from the moon, casting a grey glow on the clouds. The soft crash of the surf was the only sound.

“Are you okay?” Walker asked, coming up behind me.

I felt him start to undo my braid. “Yeah. Logan just killed my mood, and I'm sorry if it ruined the night,” I said.

Walker ran his fingers through my loose hair. “Lift your foot up,” he instructed.

Confused, I did as he asked. He took off my heel, then signaled for the other one. He removed that one too, his face focused on the task.

“I'm serious about you moving out of Logan's house in a week,” he said.

“I feel bad. He gave me a place to stay when I moved here,” I admitted.

“Can you honestly tell me you’re comfortable living there now?”

“Not with Logan, but I will miss Jess.”

“I’m sure she can come over and visit you?”

“Really?”

Walker nodded. I stepped towards him, reaching up on my toes to kiss him. He responded by lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and kissed me back passionately.

Walker scooped me up and settled into a chair, keeping me draped over his lap. His arms wound around me, holding me close.

Our kiss ended slowly, and I felt him shift beneath me, his arousal evident. My dress had ridden up, exposing my thighs. I watched as Walker’s hand began to travel up my inner thigh.

His fingers traced the edge of my thong, his gaze locked on mine, watching my reactions. I gasped as his fingers slipped under my thong, parting me, seeking out my clit.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured.

His finger moved back and forth over my sensitive bud, drawing a whimper from me. My mouth fell open as he moved his finger further, sliding it deep inside me.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion. When he began to move his finger in a beckoning motion, my eyes rolled back and I had to clutch the back of the chair for support.

Simultaneously, he pressed his thumb against my clit. I arched my hips, aiding him in pushing his finger deeper. My free hand found his face, holding it as I leaned down to kiss him.

Walker increased the pace of his movements, pressing my clit rhythmically.

“You cheating bastard!”

We both jumped at the sight of the blonde woman from the bar standing on the deck. She had come up the beach way and was glaring at us.

I tried to extricate myself from Walker’s lap, but he held me in place, his hand firm on my arm, his finger still inside me.

“Brandy, I told you it was just sex,” Walker retorted.

Brandy pouted, hands on her hips. Walker moved his finger inside me again, causing me to gasp.

“Unless you want to watch me make my girl come, I suggest you leave,” Walker said, his tone firm.

Brandy stomped her foot in a childish tantrum before retreating down the deck steps to the beach.

Walker’s lips traced a path across my chin. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes—you were about to come,” he whispered against my skin.

“No, I...oh...oh”

Walker’s pace quickened, his fingers moving faster and faster inside me. I clung to his shoulders as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.