CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
DREW
"Dance with me."
Startled, Drew looked up at Gerard, whose hand was extended to her. She looked at his hand and back at
him. "Um, I don't really dance...I'm kind of a klutz..."
He smiled warmly at her. "I'm sure you're a lovely dancer. Besides, what kind of a party would this be if I didn't dance with my date at least once tonight?"
To her surprise, Drew found herself blushing. Hesitantly she took his hand and let him lead her to the
dance floor. He kept a respectful distance, holding her hand as he swayed with her. She didn't even recognize the song that was playing.
Gerard's blue eyes looked into hers as they danced and she felt the blood continue to rise to her cheeks.
Why was she feeling so flustered around him? Was it nerves? Was it a colleague thing? Was it his age? Surely not. Age had never been anything but a number to her. And besides, John was ten years older than Mel. It's not like either one of them were strangers to older men.
But Gerard wasn't the relationship type. He had made that clear on many an occasion. Developing a crush on him could possibly be a worse thing to happen than having feelings for Zac. At least she had a chance with Zac.
Didn't she?
"I must say, I quite enjoy spending time with you," his British accent interrupted her train of thought. "You keep me on my toes."
"I do, huh?"
"Yes. You do. You're staying in LA after this, right? While we go over voiceovers for the next week or so?
"Well, yeah, I have to. I have voiceovers to work on, too."
"Oh, lovely. Well I've been thinking and I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me one night. Just the two of us."
Drew was completely flattered by the invite. Completely. She felt the blood rise in her cheeks again. "Uh, sure. I mean, yes, that would be nice." And then she smiled. "Why, Mr. Cline. Are you asking me out THIS
time?"
Gerard's eyes sparkled as he chuckled. "I do believe I am, yes."
"On a date? An actual date?"
"Well, yes."
Drew smiled deviously. "I didn't think you were the dating kind."
"Of course I am. I'm a man, aren't I?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means," he said as he spun her around and brought her back to him. "That when a man spends enough
time with a beautiful woman that maybe he would like to get to know her a little better."
Drew smiled, accepting this answer. She had to hand it to him, he sure was charming. And she had to admit, the idea of having dinner alone with him...well it excited her a little.
As the two of them exited the dance floor and headed toward their table, Drew's eyes landed on Zac, who was
watching her intently. Her heart sank at the sight of him. She hadn't thought of him once during that entire dance.
Should that concern her?
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ZAC
Sometimes it was hard to see from behind the drum set. It usually depended on the song they were playing and how much singing he had to do. Zac could see Drew in his direct line of vision. He thought he'd had her attention and that made him want to play harder. Until he looked up about halfway through the set and saw her laughing and giggling with Gerard at the table.
Gerard Cline was really getting on his nerves. He was supposed to be Zac's favorite director. In what universe did this happen? In what universe did your first love pop back up after ten years and tell you she still loved you, only to have your favorite movie director swoop in and take off with her? Where was this logic?
By the time the set was over, Zac tried to make his way back to the table as fast as possible. Fat chance. The three of them were probably stopped by every single person they came in contact with, celebrities or not. It was good for them, he guessed. They were complimented on their music and asked questions about the label. He heard Mel's name come up during several conversations and he thought poor Taylor was going to lose his mind.
When they finally made it back, Drew and Gerard were gone. After listening to Kate gush about the performance, he looked around the room. He spotted them on the dance floor, laughing and talking. His heart sank and his blood boiled. Right in front of his eyes, this was happening. He knew it. Gerard was quickly sweeping her off of her feet and as of right now there wasn't a goddamn thing he could do about it.
He looked over at Kate. Was he really ready to call it quits with her? She supported him, took care of him, loved him. She was the mother of his children. She had everything he ever wanted in a woman.
He watched Drew and Gerard make their way back from the dance floor. Kate wasn't Drew. She wasn't the woman who got away. Drew was. And if he had an opportunity to get her back, he should go for it, right?
Right?
As Drew and Gerard sat down, he felt Kate tuck his hair behind his ear and gently kiss his cheek. He had never been more confused in his entire life.
Though the circumstances were a little different, he was beginning to understand how crazy his brother was and what it took to get to that point.
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TAYLOR
The moment of relief was gone. Just like that, in an instant, it was gone. Mel could say all day long that she and Jason would never happen, but Taylor knew better. The whole fucking room knew better. And he knew the next morning he would see proof in the pictures and they would only help release the alcohol from his
stomach that he was consuming now. And, sadly, the alcohol wasn't even curing the pain.
Between episodes of Natalie's shrill yammering, he watched Mel and Jason all night. He watched them when
he spoke to people all over the room. He watched them as he was seated. He watched them as he collected the jewelry that Mel had conveniently lost her bids on.
He watched Mel and Jason talk, laugh, dance. He watched him hug her and kiss her. Mel had been lying. He always knew when she was lying but maybe he didn't know her anymore. Because that sure didn't look like a couple who wasn't actually a couple. It looked completely the opposite.
Why did she feel the need to blatantly lie like that? She had never lied to him before. As a matter of fact her blunt honesty was what used to keep him in his place. It was, yet again, one of the many things he loved about her. Was this his punishment? He thought he'd been punished enough. He'd never been so tormented in his entire life. He was building up an uncanny tolerance to this alcohol--he wasn't sure if he cared about that or not.
Finally, Taylor decided he'd had enough of this night. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't sit around and smile and play nice when what he really wanted to do was just go bat shit crazy all over Jason and Mel. It was best just to call it a night.
He leaned over to Natalie. "Hey, I'm not feeling so well. I'm gonna go ahead and head on up to the room."
Concern washed over her face. "Oh, sweetie, are you okay? What's the matter?"
"I think I might be coming down with something, I'm not sure."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No," he said. "No, you stay here and enjoy the rest of the party. Have a good time, okay? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Oh. Okay...call me if you need me, okay?"
Tay smiled and kissed her forehead. "Sure thing."
He knew it was rude, but he opted to slip away rather than say his goodnights. He just wanted to get to his room and away from everyone else as fast as possible.
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The elevator seemed to take forever. When Taylor got to his room, he sat on the edge of the bed and chugged a bottle of water. Kicking off his shoes, he swung his legs up on the bed, crossed his ankles, and slipped his socks off his feet, flipping on the television. He turned it to nothing in particular and began to work his tie from around his neck. He unbuttoned his jacket, unbuttoned his cuffs and unbuttoned most of his shirt, leaving his chest exposed, and took a deep breath. There was nothing like the feeling of loosening up your suit after a long night trapped inside it.
He decided he would sit for a minute before getting up to change his clothes. He just needed a moment to himself. A moment of peace and quiet. To relax and clear his mind.
He had just begun to doze off when he heard voices outside his door. Assuming it was Natalie, he didn't
budge. But after a moment when the door didn't open, his curiosity got the better of him.
Going to the door, he looked through the eye hole to see Mel and Jason across the hall. What were they doing back so early? He didn't even want to know. He didn't want to keep watching but he couldn't help himself. They laughed and talked. She was opening her door. Jason was following her inside--wait--wait, no. Jason didn't go inside! Taylor was shocked. He thought for sure the night would end in a hearty roll in the sack for them. But no. Instead, Jason kissed her and then...and then he was gone...
Taylor shifted his weight anxiously. What to do, what to do. He was in his room alone. Mel was across the hall alone. He needed to see her. To talk to her.
Barefooted and without thinking, he stormed across the hall to Mel's room and banged on the door.
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I think I’m losing my grip
I think I’m losing control
You’re creeping under my skin
You’re getting into my soul
You give me love I can touch
But it’s the criminal kind
Sometimes it can be too much
I really need your Roller Coaster Love
You take me up and down
And send me for a twist
You lift me off the ground
Your Roller Coaster Love
You take me fast and slow
You send me for a tryst
And now I want some more of
Your roller coaster
Your roller coaster
You’ve got me down on my knees
You’re gonna be my demise
The way you trick and you tease
It should come as no surprise
I feel the temperature change
I feel the heat on the rise
I want to go for a ride
I really need your Roller Coaster Love
You take me up and down
And send me for a twist
You lift me off the ground
Your Roller Coaster Love
You take me fast and slow
You send me for a tryst
And now I want some more of
Your roller coaster
Your roller coaster
I feel the temperature change
I feel the heat on the rise
I wanna go for a ride
I really need your Roller Coaster Love
Your Roller Coaster Love
Your roller coaster
Your roller coaster
Mel hadn't even made it past the bathroom before the banging started on her door. Rolling her eyes and
shaking her head, she smiled, flinging the door open. "Jason, what--" Her breath left her body and she couldn't speak.
Taylor stood at her door. Rather leaned into her door, either arm resting high in the doorway, his hands
hanging listlessly. He looked exhausted. His hair was everywhere and every piece of his tux that could have been unbuttoned, was. His tie was missing and his chest hair was exposed through the unbuttoned portion of his shirt.
"What are we doing?" He asked in defeat, his voice groggy.
Mel was still in shock. "Are--are you drunk?"
"I tried to be."
In that instant, it all came over Mel at one time and she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't do it and it was now or never. Grabbing him violently by his shirt with both hands, she pulled him into her room and slammed the door behind him. Even more violently, she shoved him up against the back of the door, hands still gripping his shirt, and pressed her lips against his hard. So hard it almost hurt.
Not feeling like she could get close enough to him, she hooked her arm around the back of his head and
forcefully shoved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper and more desperately. He tasted like alcohol and for some reason this turned her on. She was feeling peculiar herself, like she could take on the world,
like she could take whatever she wanted. And right now she wanted Tay, and by god, she was going to have him.
Her free hand grasped every inch of his body she could reach, their breathing picking up with every move
they made. Her hand found the top of his pants and she jerked him closer to her. He let out a groan inside her mouth as his hands explored her body just as desperately and his hand finally landed on the zipper on her
side. He tried to unzip her and with obvious difficulty and frustration, shoved her off of him.
She stumbled backward, startled for a moment, until he took a step toward her. Visibly aggravated, he
breathed, "How the hell does that thing come off?"
"Um, there's a zipper..." She began to unzip it for him.
"No, you're not fast enough. Move." He brushed her hands out of the way and gripped her dress with both of his, forcefully ripping the zipper wide open.
She looked up at him, eyes wide in shock. "That's Vera Wang!"
He jerked her shoulder strap down and wrapped an arm around her, removing her dress with his other hand. "I'll buy you a new one," he breathed into her mouth and then took her mouth in his almost as desperately as he had ripped her dress apart.
As he kissed her, he dragged her to the wall by the bathroom and pressed her up against it, finally realizing that the only thing she wore underneath her dress was a tiny pair of black bikini cut panties and matching stilettos with the ankle straps. He couldn't get enough of her.
This felt a little violent, but Mel had never been more turned on in her life. There was no rock in Cabo nor a patio table anywhere that could come close to the fire she felt right now. Desperately needing him, Mel gripped his tuxedo jacket and tore it back from his shoulders. He helped her take it off, never taking his mouth off of her. Taking her face in his hands, he bit her lip and let his mouth run down her neck and back up.
Shoving him backward, she gripped his shirt and led him with purpose the rest of the way into her room and
stopped between the beds, preparing to shove him down on one so she could have her way with him. Before she could move he had his arms wrapped around her from behind, touching every inch of her, his mouth all over her neck and shoulders. Quickly, and with more finesse than she expected, he had every pin and tie out of her hair, letting if flow down her back. As she looked down, watching his hands explore her body, she noticed how her hair pins littered the floor around them and then suddenly a bed wasn't an option.
Mel turned around, gripped Tay by his shirt again, and swung him around until he leaned against the end
table between the beds, almost sitting on it. Behind him she tore everything off of the table, the lamp, the alarm clock, the whole nine yards. Neither one of them noticed when the hotel lamp shattered against the bed post it fell against. Neither one of them cared.
Leaning her body against his, she rested her left knee up on the table beside him to get closer to him. She then proceeded to rip his white shirt the rest of the way off of him, buttons flying everywhere. He groaned and grabbed her ass tightly as her mouth was all over his body in mere seconds. Finding her mouth again,
his hand tangled into her hair and pulled hard, releasing a gasp from her throat that drove him mad. When her hands began to unbutton his pants with a vengeance he thought he wouldn't be able to handle it anymore. What he wasn't prepared for was what happened once his pants hit the floor.
He didn't even realize he was in her mouth until she had disappeared. Looking down, he wasn't sure he would even be able to help himself. She was definitely not your typical woman. She never had been. Her knees never touched the ground. The way she squatted was magnificent in her heels, like a work of art, all he
saw were her smooth legs, one tucked under her, the other one out to the side. Her back was straight as a pin, it was like watching a fucking porno. His hand in her hair, he let his head fall back as a growl escaped from within him. His breathing quickened and he knew he had to stop this now. Right now.
"Stop," he whispered. "Stop."
He stood her up and quickly looked around, spying the dresser across from them that the television sat on. Well. That television would never do right there...
Taylor picked Mel up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Sitting her on the end of the dresser, he reached over her head and shoved the television straight into the floor. The crash was deafening and the obvious pleasure the motion gave Mel was enough for him to be okay with it. Feverishly, he slid her panties over her legs and positioned himself over her, laying her the rest of the way down on the dresser. He held her hands over her head as he kissed her and grinded himself into her, feeling her writhe in pleasure underneath him.
It was when one of his hands gripped her throat that she really began to lose her cool and Tay knew he had to
be in her that instant. He shoved himself into her hard and she let out a cry. He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain and he shocked himself when he didn't care. After a moment, as he continued to pound harder into her and his hand tightened around her throat, he realized that she was extremely into it and her nails dug into his back.
The pain of her nails in his back released an energy in him that he couldn't explain and he never knew he
could be so turned on. In that instant, he picked her up and tossed her onto the nearest bed so that he could get more of her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and her heels dug into his skin. His adrenaline
was pumping so high he barely even felt it. During the last stretch he fucked her so hard the both of them clawed, scratched and cried out during the entire thing. It was the hottest goddamn sex he had ever had.
When they finally finished, he rolled off of her and collapsed, both of them catching their breath. They lay there in silence for a couple of minutes, coming down from the rush, when Mel finally laughed. "I'm fucking bleeding."
He looked up and turned to his side to face her. "What? Oh shit. Did I do that, I am so sorry."
She wasn't kidding. Her lip was bleeding. It was almost funny but he felt bad at the same time. "It's okay," Mel said. "I honestly don't know which one of us it came from. I'll be fine."
He watched her in fascination as she sucked the blood off her bottom lip. There had always been something a little dark about her, just underneath the surface, that had always attracted him to her. It was just one more reason why he loved her.
They both sat up and looked around the room. "Oh my god..." Mel said. They both laughed. "I'm gonna have one hell of a bill."
"I'm surprised nobody's come to the door yet," Tay said.
They both fell silent again. Taylor gazed over at Mel. Even after completely defiling her, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Moving her hair out of her face, he kissed her gently, busted lip and all. Breaking their kiss, he pulled her close and wrapped her in his arms. To his surprise, she didn't object to either gesture.
She lay there with him, comfortable. Calm. At ease. She stared into his eyes, falling in love with him all over again. She knew it was wrong, so completely wrong, but she couldn't help it. And she was so tired of fighting
it. But...
"I refuse to be your mistress," she said quietly.
"I know."
"And as long as SHE is involved, I don't want you. I can't want you."
"Tell me what you want," he said softly. "Just tell me and I swear to you I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. Name it."
"It would be wrong of me to ask you to do what I want. It would be wrong. I love you. With everything I have, I love you. But this can't happen again. There's a woman across the hall carrying your baby. And you need to take care of her."
Taylor's eyes fell and he cleared his throat. "Uh, so that's it, then."
"Yes," Mel whispered. "I think it is."
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DREW
"Dance with me."
Startled, Drew looked up at Gerard, whose hand was extended to her. She looked at his hand and back at
him. "Um, I don't really dance...I'm kind of a klutz..."
He smiled warmly at her. "I'm sure you're a lovely dancer. Besides, what kind of a party would this be if I didn't dance with my date at least once tonight?"
To her surprise, Drew found herself blushing. Hesitantly she took his hand and let him lead her to the
dance floor. He kept a respectful distance, holding her hand as he swayed with her. She didn't even recognize the song that was playing.
Gerard's blue eyes looked into hers as they danced and she felt the blood continue to rise to her cheeks.
Why was she feeling so flustered around him? Was it nerves? Was it a colleague thing? Was it his age? Surely not. Age had never been anything but a number to her. And besides, John was ten years older than Mel. It's not like either one of them were strangers to older men.
But Gerard wasn't the relationship type. He had made that clear on many an occasion. Developing a crush on him could possibly be a worse thing to happen than having feelings for Zac. At least she had a chance with Zac.
Didn't she?
"I must say, I quite enjoy spending time with you," his British accent interrupted her train of thought. "You keep me on my toes."
"I do, huh?"
"Yes. You do. You're staying in LA after this, right? While we go over voiceovers for the next week or so?
"Well, yeah, I have to. I have voiceovers to work on, too."
"Oh, lovely. Well I've been thinking and I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me one night. Just the two of us."
Drew was completely flattered by the invite. Completely. She felt the blood rise in her cheeks again. "Uh, sure. I mean, yes, that would be nice." And then she smiled. "Why, Mr. Cline. Are you asking me out THIS
time?"
Gerard's eyes sparkled as he chuckled. "I do believe I am, yes."
"On a date? An actual date?"
"Well, yes."
Drew smiled deviously. "I didn't think you were the dating kind."
"Of course I am. I'm a man, aren't I?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means," he said as he spun her around and brought her back to him. "That when a man spends enough
time with a beautiful woman that maybe he would like to get to know her a little better."
Drew smiled, accepting this answer. She had to hand it to him, he sure was charming. And she had to admit, the idea of having dinner alone with him...well it excited her a little.
As the two of them exited the dance floor and headed toward their table, Drew's eyes landed on Zac, who was
watching her intently. Her heart sank at the sight of him. She hadn't thought of him once during that entire dance.
Should that concern her?
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ZAC
Sometimes it was hard to see from behind the drum set. It usually depended on the song they were playing and how much singing he had to do. Zac could see Drew in his direct line of vision. He thought he'd had her attention and that made him want to play harder. Until he looked up about halfway through the set and saw her laughing and giggling with Gerard at the table.
Gerard Cline was really getting on his nerves. He was supposed to be Zac's favorite director. In what universe did this happen? In what universe did your first love pop back up after ten years and tell you she still loved you, only to have your favorite movie director swoop in and take off with her? Where was this logic?
By the time the set was over, Zac tried to make his way back to the table as fast as possible. Fat chance. The three of them were probably stopped by every single person they came in contact with, celebrities or not. It was good for them, he guessed. They were complimented on their music and asked questions about the label. He heard Mel's name come up during several conversations and he thought poor Taylor was going to lose his mind.
When they finally made it back, Drew and Gerard were gone. After listening to Kate gush about the performance, he looked around the room. He spotted them on the dance floor, laughing and talking. His heart sank and his blood boiled. Right in front of his eyes, this was happening. He knew it. Gerard was quickly sweeping her off of her feet and as of right now there wasn't a goddamn thing he could do about it.
He looked over at Kate. Was he really ready to call it quits with her? She supported him, took care of him, loved him. She was the mother of his children. She had everything he ever wanted in a woman.
He watched Drew and Gerard make their way back from the dance floor. Kate wasn't Drew. She wasn't the woman who got away. Drew was. And if he had an opportunity to get her back, he should go for it, right?
Right?
As Drew and Gerard sat down, he felt Kate tuck his hair behind his ear and gently kiss his cheek. He had never been more confused in his entire life.
Though the circumstances were a little different, he was beginning to understand how crazy his brother was and what it took to get to that point.
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TAYLOR
The moment of relief was gone. Just like that, in an instant, it was gone. Mel could say all day long that she and Jason would never happen, but Taylor knew better. The whole fucking room knew better. And he knew the next morning he would see proof in the pictures and they would only help release the alcohol from his
stomach that he was consuming now. And, sadly, the alcohol wasn't even curing the pain.
Between episodes of Natalie's shrill yammering, he watched Mel and Jason all night. He watched them when
he spoke to people all over the room. He watched them as he was seated. He watched them as he collected the jewelry that Mel had conveniently lost her bids on.
He watched Mel and Jason talk, laugh, dance. He watched him hug her and kiss her. Mel had been lying. He always knew when she was lying but maybe he didn't know her anymore. Because that sure didn't look like a couple who wasn't actually a couple. It looked completely the opposite.
Why did she feel the need to blatantly lie like that? She had never lied to him before. As a matter of fact her blunt honesty was what used to keep him in his place. It was, yet again, one of the many things he loved about her. Was this his punishment? He thought he'd been punished enough. He'd never been so tormented in his entire life. He was building up an uncanny tolerance to this alcohol--he wasn't sure if he cared about that or not.
Finally, Taylor decided he'd had enough of this night. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't sit around and smile and play nice when what he really wanted to do was just go bat shit crazy all over Jason and Mel. It was best just to call it a night.
He leaned over to Natalie. "Hey, I'm not feeling so well. I'm gonna go ahead and head on up to the room."
Concern washed over her face. "Oh, sweetie, are you okay? What's the matter?"
"I think I might be coming down with something, I'm not sure."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No," he said. "No, you stay here and enjoy the rest of the party. Have a good time, okay? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
"Oh. Okay...call me if you need me, okay?"
Tay smiled and kissed her forehead. "Sure thing."
He knew it was rude, but he opted to slip away rather than say his goodnights. He just wanted to get to his room and away from everyone else as fast as possible.
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The elevator seemed to take forever. When Taylor got to his room, he sat on the edge of the bed and chugged a bottle of water. Kicking off his shoes, he swung his legs up on the bed, crossed his ankles, and slipped his socks off his feet, flipping on the television. He turned it to nothing in particular and began to work his tie from around his neck. He unbuttoned his jacket, unbuttoned his cuffs and unbuttoned most of his shirt, leaving his chest exposed, and took a deep breath. There was nothing like the feeling of loosening up your suit after a long night trapped inside it.
He decided he would sit for a minute before getting up to change his clothes. He just needed a moment to himself. A moment of peace and quiet. To relax and clear his mind.
He had just begun to doze off when he heard voices outside his door. Assuming it was Natalie, he didn't
budge. But after a moment when the door didn't open, his curiosity got the better of him.
Going to the door, he looked through the eye hole to see Mel and Jason across the hall. What were they doing back so early? He didn't even want to know. He didn't want to keep watching but he couldn't help himself. They laughed and talked. She was opening her door. Jason was following her inside--wait--wait, no. Jason didn't go inside! Taylor was shocked. He thought for sure the night would end in a hearty roll in the sack for them. But no. Instead, Jason kissed her and then...and then he was gone...
Taylor shifted his weight anxiously. What to do, what to do. He was in his room alone. Mel was across the hall alone. He needed to see her. To talk to her.
Barefooted and without thinking, he stormed across the hall to Mel's room and banged on the door.
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I think I’m losing my grip
I think I’m losing control
You’re creeping under my skin
You’re getting into my soul
You give me love I can touch
But it’s the criminal kind
Sometimes it can be too much
I really need your Roller Coaster Love
You take me up and down
And send me for a twist
You lift me off the ground
Your Roller Coaster Love
You take me fast and slow
You send me for a tryst
And now I want some more of
Your roller coaster
Your roller coaster
You’ve got me down on my knees
You’re gonna be my demise
The way you trick and you tease
It should come as no surprise
I feel the temperature change
I feel the heat on the rise
I want to go for a ride
I really need your Roller Coaster Love
You take me up and down
And send me for a twist
You lift me off the ground
Your Roller Coaster Love
You take me fast and slow
You send me for a tryst
And now I want some more of
Your roller coaster
Your roller coaster
I feel the temperature change
I feel the heat on the rise
I wanna go for a ride
I really need your Roller Coaster Love
Your Roller Coaster Love
Your roller coaster
Your roller coaster
Mel hadn't even made it past the bathroom before the banging started on her door. Rolling her eyes and
shaking her head, she smiled, flinging the door open. "Jason, what--" Her breath left her body and she couldn't speak.
Taylor stood at her door. Rather leaned into her door, either arm resting high in the doorway, his hands
hanging listlessly. He looked exhausted. His hair was everywhere and every piece of his tux that could have been unbuttoned, was. His tie was missing and his chest hair was exposed through the unbuttoned portion of his shirt.
"What are we doing?" He asked in defeat, his voice groggy.
Mel was still in shock. "Are--are you drunk?"
"I tried to be."
In that instant, it all came over Mel at one time and she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't do it and it was now or never. Grabbing him violently by his shirt with both hands, she pulled him into her room and slammed the door behind him. Even more violently, she shoved him up against the back of the door, hands still gripping his shirt, and pressed her lips against his hard. So hard it almost hurt.
Not feeling like she could get close enough to him, she hooked her arm around the back of his head and
forcefully shoved her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper and more desperately. He tasted like alcohol and for some reason this turned her on. She was feeling peculiar herself, like she could take on the world,
like she could take whatever she wanted. And right now she wanted Tay, and by god, she was going to have him.
Her free hand grasped every inch of his body she could reach, their breathing picking up with every move
they made. Her hand found the top of his pants and she jerked him closer to her. He let out a groan inside her mouth as his hands explored her body just as desperately and his hand finally landed on the zipper on her
side. He tried to unzip her and with obvious difficulty and frustration, shoved her off of him.
She stumbled backward, startled for a moment, until he took a step toward her. Visibly aggravated, he
breathed, "How the hell does that thing come off?"
"Um, there's a zipper..." She began to unzip it for him.
"No, you're not fast enough. Move." He brushed her hands out of the way and gripped her dress with both of his, forcefully ripping the zipper wide open.
She looked up at him, eyes wide in shock. "That's Vera Wang!"
He jerked her shoulder strap down and wrapped an arm around her, removing her dress with his other hand. "I'll buy you a new one," he breathed into her mouth and then took her mouth in his almost as desperately as he had ripped her dress apart.
As he kissed her, he dragged her to the wall by the bathroom and pressed her up against it, finally realizing that the only thing she wore underneath her dress was a tiny pair of black bikini cut panties and matching stilettos with the ankle straps. He couldn't get enough of her.
This felt a little violent, but Mel had never been more turned on in her life. There was no rock in Cabo nor a patio table anywhere that could come close to the fire she felt right now. Desperately needing him, Mel gripped his tuxedo jacket and tore it back from his shoulders. He helped her take it off, never taking his mouth off of her. Taking her face in his hands, he bit her lip and let his mouth run down her neck and back up.
Shoving him backward, she gripped his shirt and led him with purpose the rest of the way into her room and
stopped between the beds, preparing to shove him down on one so she could have her way with him. Before she could move he had his arms wrapped around her from behind, touching every inch of her, his mouth all over her neck and shoulders. Quickly, and with more finesse than she expected, he had every pin and tie out of her hair, letting if flow down her back. As she looked down, watching his hands explore her body, she noticed how her hair pins littered the floor around them and then suddenly a bed wasn't an option.
Mel turned around, gripped Tay by his shirt again, and swung him around until he leaned against the end
table between the beds, almost sitting on it. Behind him she tore everything off of the table, the lamp, the alarm clock, the whole nine yards. Neither one of them noticed when the hotel lamp shattered against the bed post it fell against. Neither one of them cared.
Leaning her body against his, she rested her left knee up on the table beside him to get closer to him. She then proceeded to rip his white shirt the rest of the way off of him, buttons flying everywhere. He groaned and grabbed her ass tightly as her mouth was all over his body in mere seconds. Finding her mouth again,
his hand tangled into her hair and pulled hard, releasing a gasp from her throat that drove him mad. When her hands began to unbutton his pants with a vengeance he thought he wouldn't be able to handle it anymore. What he wasn't prepared for was what happened once his pants hit the floor.
He didn't even realize he was in her mouth until she had disappeared. Looking down, he wasn't sure he would even be able to help himself. She was definitely not your typical woman. She never had been. Her knees never touched the ground. The way she squatted was magnificent in her heels, like a work of art, all he
saw were her smooth legs, one tucked under her, the other one out to the side. Her back was straight as a pin, it was like watching a fucking porno. His hand in her hair, he let his head fall back as a growl escaped from within him. His breathing quickened and he knew he had to stop this now. Right now.
"Stop," he whispered. "Stop."
He stood her up and quickly looked around, spying the dresser across from them that the television sat on. Well. That television would never do right there...
Taylor picked Mel up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Sitting her on the end of the dresser, he reached over her head and shoved the television straight into the floor. The crash was deafening and the obvious pleasure the motion gave Mel was enough for him to be okay with it. Feverishly, he slid her panties over her legs and positioned himself over her, laying her the rest of the way down on the dresser. He held her hands over her head as he kissed her and grinded himself into her, feeling her writhe in pleasure underneath him.
It was when one of his hands gripped her throat that she really began to lose her cool and Tay knew he had to
be in her that instant. He shoved himself into her hard and she let out a cry. He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain and he shocked himself when he didn't care. After a moment, as he continued to pound harder into her and his hand tightened around her throat, he realized that she was extremely into it and her nails dug into his back.
The pain of her nails in his back released an energy in him that he couldn't explain and he never knew he
could be so turned on. In that instant, he picked her up and tossed her onto the nearest bed so that he could get more of her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and her heels dug into his skin. His adrenaline
was pumping so high he barely even felt it. During the last stretch he fucked her so hard the both of them clawed, scratched and cried out during the entire thing. It was the hottest goddamn sex he had ever had.
When they finally finished, he rolled off of her and collapsed, both of them catching their breath. They lay there in silence for a couple of minutes, coming down from the rush, when Mel finally laughed. "I'm fucking bleeding."
He looked up and turned to his side to face her. "What? Oh shit. Did I do that, I am so sorry."
She wasn't kidding. Her lip was bleeding. It was almost funny but he felt bad at the same time. "It's okay," Mel said. "I honestly don't know which one of us it came from. I'll be fine."
He watched her in fascination as she sucked the blood off her bottom lip. There had always been something a little dark about her, just underneath the surface, that had always attracted him to her. It was just one more reason why he loved her.
They both sat up and looked around the room. "Oh my god..." Mel said. They both laughed. "I'm gonna have one hell of a bill."
"I'm surprised nobody's come to the door yet," Tay said.
They both fell silent again. Taylor gazed over at Mel. Even after completely defiling her, she was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Moving her hair out of her face, he kissed her gently, busted lip and all. Breaking their kiss, he pulled her close and wrapped her in his arms. To his surprise, she didn't object to either gesture.
She lay there with him, comfortable. Calm. At ease. She stared into his eyes, falling in love with him all over again. She knew it was wrong, so completely wrong, but she couldn't help it. And she was so tired of fighting
it. But...
"I refuse to be your mistress," she said quietly.
"I know."
"And as long as SHE is involved, I don't want you. I can't want you."
"Tell me what you want," he said softly. "Just tell me and I swear to you I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. Name it."
"It would be wrong of me to ask you to do what I want. It would be wrong. I love you. With everything I have, I love you. But this can't happen again. There's a woman across the hall carrying your baby. And you need to take care of her."
Taylor's eyes fell and he cleared his throat. "Uh, so that's it, then."
"Yes," Mel whispered. "I think it is."
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