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Taylor

H is jaw dropped as he took in her work. There, colorful as a Trapper Keeper from fourth grade, was a drawing of him. But it wasn’t just him. It was undeniably him, but he was dressed as a knight from the game he’d been playing. Around him were scenes from the video game. From orcs he’d been fighting to the skeletons he’d fought yesterday, all of it was captured in this sketch. But not only that—it was full of color. It was cheerful but also slightly trippy. It was bursting with so much his eyes didn’t even know where to look.

“Is that me?”

He clearly knew it was.

“Yeah... Do you like it?” she asked quietly.

Finally, he pulled his eyes from the sketch and focused on her. He did not like the trepidation he found in eyes one bit. All his words were trapped inside, though, so he just nodded and reached for the sketchbook to inspect it.

“This is amazing...” He just stared at the picture. The more he examined it, the more detail he saw. “I’m serious, Alice. I love it.”

A grin crept across her face, and it lit something deep inside of him. He would do just about anything to keep that look. Since that morning, he had been thinking he wanted to continue this when they were back in Glendale, but he was even more sure of that. Thinking he would never have his fill of Alice Wagner, he would just find a way of dealing with the fact he wanted to date his coach’s daughter.

“Can I keep it?”

“Of course. I made it for you.”

“Wow, you’re really talented. I mean, I figured you were after our chat at the gala, but this is really something,” he said, still taking in the amazing sketch. “Have you ever thought about doing commissions? There is a market for this kind of stuff?”

“What? There’s no market for my sketches.”

He looked at her in utter confusion. “Are you kidding me? You clearly need to travel more in nerdier circles. There is always a desire for fan art... and this type of self-insert fan art... This is really amazing, Alice.”

She seemed uncomfortable. Was it possible she didn’t know how incredible she was? Because if she didn’t, that was a fucking shame.

Setting the sketchbook on the coffee table in front of him, he turned fully to her and placed his hands on her knees. “I need you to understand how good this is.” He waited for her to look him in the eye. “I’m serious, Alice. You’re talented. I know you’re trying to figure out your next step, but this”—he pointed to the sketch—“is something really special. You know that right.”

She broke eye contact, and the furrow on her brow did not escape his notice.

“You really have no idea how amazing you are, do you?”

“What are you talking about?” she whispered.

He gently cupped her chin, turning her to face him, because he needed her to believe this. When she finally looked at him, the vulnerability of her gaze made his heart skip a beat.

“Alice, you are smart, creative, and so beautiful.”

Then she did something that incensed him. She fucking rolled her eyes. Like what he had just said was laughable and not the simple truth.

“Hey,” he said, pausing until her eyes met his again, “I’m being so fucking for real right now.”

She was still just looking at him, like she was trying to decide if she should trust him.

“Clearly, you’re an amazing artist,” he said, motioning to the notebook. “And I say you’re beautiful because I have eyes.”

A tear tracked down her face.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, moving closer to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry... It’s stupid... It’s just that’s not the normal reaction I get when people see my art.”

“Then, you’re not showing it to the right people,” he said as he wiped another tear away. “This is incredible. You’re incredible.”

They both took a deep breath. Sometimes, in life, moments came along. Moments that felt like they had the power to change everything. That is what this moment felt like. This moment should terrify him because he had his life set up just how he liked it.

Adding a relationship would be tricky, but Alice was the sun he needed. Maybe a relationship with her would make his life better and not be another thing he had to hold together when everything else in life demanded his focus.

He’d had one long-term relationship when he first moved to Glendale, and they had been together for almost one year, but he disappointed her. He hated disappointing people, but he found he did it more than he cared to think about. The idea he might disappoint Alice and make her cry tore at his heart, but in this moment, he had the power to reverse it.

He leaned over and pressed a short but meaningful kiss on her lips. “I mean it, Alice. This is incredible. I’m so glad I ended up here with you over these past few days.”

He wanted to say more. He needed to say more, but all the words got caught in his throat and wouldn’t come out. He would show her.

He picked up the remote and turned off the TV, leaving them alone in the glow of the Christmas tree with holiday music playing softly in the background. He moved closer to her and pulled her soft body against him and kissed her.

This was not a quick kiss they had just shared. No, this was a slow, life-changing kiss. A kiss that was telling her that she was important to him. That he had never felt like this before. That she was a gift.

She moaned and pulled him closer as she opened her mouth, and he deepened the kiss. Her hands slipped under his T-shirt and lightly scratched his back. Then her hand pulled him close, and he needed her closer he pulled her over her until she was straddling him.

She broke the kiss and straightened. His hands ran up and down her thighs, grasping at her hips. He needed her. She pulled at the hem of her soft long-sleeve purple top and brought it over her head. He gripped her hips tight as he took her in. She was perfect.

He reached his head up and sucked a nipple into his mouth as his other hand moved from her hip to her other breast, and he squeezed it, enjoying how it was too big for one hand and spilled out of his grasp. That thought had him hard as a fucking rock. He lightly closed his teeth around the nipple in his mouth, and she gasped and grinded her hips on his hard cock.

He groaned and moved them both on the couch. Her back in the back of the couch with a soft huff as he moved to kneel between her legs on the floor. He pulled at the waistband of her pants, and she shifted her wait as he pulled them off.

He sat back and looked at her soft naked body, then at her face. She was flushed and needy and perfect.

Pushing her legs out wide, he smiled at her glistening pink pussy, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss to her slit. His need grew as she writhed and sighed at the kiss. He opened his mouth, slipped his tongue in between her lips, and continued to kiss her perfect pussy.

“Oh my god, Taylor,” she cried out.

He wrapped his arms under her legs, pulled her hips to the edge of the couch, and settled one of her legs over his shoulder, then slowly licked her from entrance all the way up to the bud of her clit. He continued to work her. Slow, deliberate licks from her center to her clit. Back to her entrance, letting his tongue toy with her entrance before plunging it inside of her and her musky taste on his tongue.

Her hands found his hair, and she began to grind her hips. His nose bumped her clit as she grinded.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she cried out.

He loved how responsive she was, that she seemed to be just as desperate with the need for him as he was for her. The thought should scare him that he loved her—surely, it was lust drunk with his head between her legs, but it was there just the same. He decided not to fight it because... well, because his head was between her legs, and that was all the reason he needed.

Sweeping his tongue up, he flicked her clit and sucked on it. He alternated between those techniques while she writhed and moaned on the couch. If he would’ve touched his dick right then, he would’ve exploded. The thought did cross his mind, but this was about her. He needed her to come so he could take her upstairs and finish what he had started.

Then her grip on his hair tightened, and her thighs closed around the side of his head and back arched off the couch. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her climax rippled through her. Taylor stayed right there between her legs, feeding her pleasure until her body went limp against the cushions.

Taylor sat back on his haunches, and pride filled his chest as she lay there, sated and panting. He did that, and it felt damn good. She looked like a dream laid out on the couch before him in the light of the Christmas tree.

Fuck, maybe he did love her. He had never felt like this about anyone before. It was a mix of wanting to protect her and take care of her but also fuck her hard until she screamed his name... Yeah, he had never experienced anything quite like this.

There was only one thing to do.

“Should we move this upstairs?”

“Yeah,” she said, still panting.

He stood and pulled her to standing, but before they made their way to the stairs, he pulled her close and kissed her. His hands roamed her naked body as he held her against him, still fully clothed. Ready to get lost in the feel of her skin against his, he wanted to drown in the sensation of this beautiful woman.

He broke the kiss but stayed close and rested his forehead against hers. The satisfied hum that came from her did it. He was done waiting.

“Let’s go,” he said.

She turned to head up the stairs, and he couldn’t help himself. He spanked that perfect round ass. She gave a surprised yelp and looked over her shoulder with joy dancing in her eyes.

Fuck. He was done for.

Somehow, he kept his hands to himself with that delicious ass in front of him. By the time they made it to her bedroom, he was ready to devour her. She made her way to the bed, and he kicked the door shut behind him. He couldn’t wait anymore.

He laid on the bed next to her and kissed her. This was instantly deep and needy and left them breathless.

“I can’t wait another minute to be inside of you.”

“Yes,” she moaned as she pulled him down on top of her.

He reached for the last of the condoms.

He wouldn’t think about that. He was too anxious to be inside of her. This would not be there last night just because it was their last condom. They were going to break the bubble of this little cabin sooner or later, and the sooner was quickly approaching.

He didn’t waste anything getting the condom on and sinking inside of her. As he entered her, he plunged all the way in, but he took a moment to enjoy her soft heat. He kissed her with all the passion of the moment. Only then did he move inside of her.

For the first time, she chased her pleasure while he fucked her, and it was everything. Her hips met his thrust for thrust, and it was incredible. For the first time, it felt like they were both existing in this moment, giving physical pleasure to whatever was manifesting here between them. Their mouths were connected in a passionate kiss as their bodies writhed and chased their pleasure and indulged in each other. But this was not just physical. They were making love.

Her breathing shifted to panting as she broke their kiss. He continued to keep his mouth on her but just kissed down her neck. When he kissed that sensitive place behind her ear, she gasped, and he continued to kiss lower before lightly sinking his teeth into the base of her neck.

“Fuck,” she gasped as her rhythm faltered and pussy fluttered around him. “I’m so close.”

“Let go, baby. Let me have it.”

And she did. She let go but still clung to him as her pussy pulsed around him, causing him to follow her right over the edge.

They lay there, panting and sweaty, wishing time would stand still.

He wanted this moment to last forever and pressed small soft kisses to her neck as both came back into their bodies.

That would not be their last time. It couldn’t be. There was something real here, something worth exploring, something that had the power to change both of their lives.

“That was amazing,” she said with a sex-drunk smile.

Falling to her side, he pulled her close and kissed her one last time before going to the bathroom to take care of the condom. Washing his hands, he glanced at himself in the mirror.

He couldn’t describe it, but something had shifted inside of him.

When he opened the door, the sight of her almost took her breath away, her colorful hair pooling on the pillow, her face still flushed and a sleepy smile.

Fuck. He was in love. How did this happen?