Xavier FINAL(18)
I threw it in reverse and backed out of the parking spot.
“You know you could have just pulled ahead.” She laughed as she buckled her seat belt.
“Unless you’ve been in my bed or sucking my,” she smacked my chest. “Fine, but don’t tell me how to drive. I was backing out so there was room to do this.”
I gunned the accelerator and then slammed on the emergency break so the SUV did donuts in the empty parking lot. She laughed and screamed so loud I had to do it again.
“You’re crazy!”
“Fun though right?” I laughed as I pulled out onto the road.
I turned on the radio and Team by Lorde was playing. “This song, Taelyn, is amazing. Listen to her voice. Nothing commercial about it, it’s pure. That’s the shit we need to find.”
“I love her music. It’s my shower jam.” She started grooving a bit and so did I.
“You play an instrument?”
“Do you?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“Let me guess, you have a baby grand piano in the family living room?”
“No, I finger fuck the hell out of a guitar and bang the hell out of the drums. I can play sax and trumpet too. Pretty much anything that I want to learn to play. So no, this isn’t just a joke for me. It’s who I am. You did hit the nail on the head with the family shit. I love them, would do anything for them but I’m a man and I need to make this happen because of my blood, sweat, and tears. No one else’s.
“That’s nice.”
“So spill it, you play anything?”
“I liked to sing when I was younger. But no instrument. Why, what did you think I played?”
“Flute.” Skin flute I thought.
I pulled up in front of Cyrus’s place. “Come on in. I need to get changed.”
She jumped out and followed me inside.
“Your house is nice.”
“Not mine, my brother’s.”
“Which brother?” She asked as she walked over to the fireplace mantle and looked at the pictures of Cyrus and Tara.
“Cyrus, the oldest.” I answered as I took my shirt off. “You’re going to need to change.”
She looked at me and away quickly.
“Taelyn you go to the beach?”
“Yes of course I do.”
“Then why are you looking away like I just flashed you my dick or something?”
“Your nipples.”
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t that hurt?”
“Briefly.” I grabbed her hand and put it on my chest. “Pull on them.”
She tried to pull her hand away and laughed nervously.
“Seriously Xavier?” She turned and looked at me but didn’t move her hand; she actually moved closer, then tugged a little and then laughed and covered her mouth. “Did it hurt?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Oh.” Was all she said. She was looking me up and down and I felt my cock chub. “What’s ‘Hold Fast’ about?” She asked as she pointed to my obliques.
I licked my lips and looked at her, “You don’t want to know.”
“I did or I wouldn’t have asked.”
“When you’re holding them you better hold on, and you better make it fast cause your ass is going to be in the palm of my hands and I’m going to lift you up and bury my…”
“Dear God,” she closed her eyes and again her face was getting pink.
The way she said dear God really put my dick into seek and destroy mode, so I laughed and walked into the bedroom to grab some clothes. I chanted in my head, Shawn White, Shawn White, Shawn White, hoping like hell the vision of that mess would supersede the way she gasped and said Dear God.
I threw my pants on the ground and grabbed a pair of jeans out of the closet and threw them on. Yes, they were loose and hanging on my hips, exactly where they should be. I grabbed one of Tara’s vintage tees, a pair of leggings, and a sweatshirt for me.