When Fynn reached her hotel room, all she wanted was sleep. Her attempts proved futile, however, because all she could think about was the evening before. She racked her brain trying to remember even one little thing, but everything was blank.
Finally, realizing that sleep was not coming anytime soon, she decided to take a hot shower. The pinpricks of water beat down on her back and over her head. She stood under the hot spray with her eyes closed. "How could I have been so stupid," she thought to herself. She was convinced that the "episode" with Taylor (whatever it had been) could very well ruin their relationship. Thinking about losing a lifelong friendship, one she treasured, was too much. Tears began to fall from her eyes. She reached down and turned up the temperature of the shower. The water mixed with her tears and she sobbed.
* * * * *
Fynn bagged out of dinner that night. She simply didn't feel she was ready to face Taylor. She cited a headache as the reason for staying holed up in her room. Isaac and Zac didn't give her excuse a second thought, but Taylor knew the truth.
"I'm just gonna go check up on Fynn," Taylor told his brothers as they exited the elevator after dinner.
"You think she's okay?" Zac asked, concerned.
"I'm sure she's fine. I'll just see if she needs anything." Taylor continued to walk toward Fynn's room. When he reached her door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking. He wasn't sure what he was going to say.
After rapping several times, the door opened a couple of inches. The chain lock was still engaged, but Taylor could see Fynn's face peer out at him.
"What do you want?" Her voice was cold and distant.
"I came to check on you."
"I'm fine. You can go now." She started to close the door, but Taylor stuck his foot in the door frame.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Will you at least open the door?" He was getting impatient with her.
Slowly, the door closed and he could hear the chain being removed from the lock.
She opened the door for him, but didn't make any indication that he could enter.
"Why are you being like this?"
"You're avoiding me." He watched as she stood there, staring at her feet.
"I'm not avoiding you. I had a headache," she said softly.
"Fynn, we both know this doesn't have anything to do with a headache. Can we please just talk about this?" He reached his hand out to touch her shoulder, but she recoiled from his grasp.
"Taylor, I can't even look at you. How am I supposed to talk to you?" She was trying desperately not to cry, but she felt the tears threatening to spill.
"We made a mistake. Can't we just forget about it and get on with everything?"
He found it hard to believe she was taking all this so seriously. Why couldn't she just chalk it up to a lesson learned and be done with it?
"Did you stop to wonder why it happened? Aren't you concerned that you.....we didn't use a condom? Have you thought about what this will do to our friendship?" She finally lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes.
"God, you're such a female! Stop overanalyzing everything!" His voice had taken on an exasperated, even angry, tone. Fynn's eyes narrowed and her look bore into him.
"And you're such a male, acting like it was nothing. Guys forget everything when the light of day hits, don't they?" She took a step back and slammed the door. Taylor just stood there, leaning against the wall.
* * * * *
Taylor didn't feel like spending the rest of the evening alone. He softlyknocked on Ike's door to see what he was up to. Zac opened the door and gallantly granted him entrance.
"What? You're not hunting for females this evening?" Zac asked as he threw himself onto one of the beds.
"Shut up, Zac. What're you doing, Ike?" Taylor didn't feel like bantering with Zac, especially after his encounter with Fynn.
"Just surfin' the channels to see if there's anything good on. So far, I've found nothing. Unless, of course, you're interested in a new, improved way to remove body hair without pain." He sat on the other bed, pillows propped behind him and remote nestled in his hand. His eyes appeared blank, watching the scenes on the television change with remarkable speed.
"I'm bored," Taylor whined. He laid down on the bed next to Ike. "You feel like talking?" Taylor was actually in the mood for a little brother-to-brother bonding, but apparently Ike wasn't taking the bait.
"Nah. I'm pretty tired. I'm just gonna veg for a bit and then kick your asses out of here so I can get some sleep."
"I'll talk to you, Tay," Zac offered in his sweetest, little boy voice.
"If I wanted to talk to you, I would've asked." It wasn't that Taylor didn't enjoy Zac's company, but his brother's confession of this morning still wasn't sitting well with him. The thought of Zac and Fynn together made him feel.....well.....uneasy.
Zac chose to ignore Tay's remark and bounded straight ahead. "Hey, do you guys think Fynn would give me a chance?"
"A chance for what? To beat her ass at basketball?" Taylor knew very well where this was going, he just didn�t think he had the stomach for it.
"Very funny. I don't know.....a relationship......or something?" Zac laid staring at the ceiling, mentally calculating the odds of developing something more with Fynn.
"Just go for it, Zac." Ike had since turned off the television, having found nothing of interest to watch. "You never know. Besides, friends make the best lovers."
Taylor couldn't believe this conversation was even taking place. He quickly sat up and looked at his dream-struck brother in the next bed. "I think it's a terrible idea," he said, a little too forcefully. "I mean, Ike's right. She's like a sister. And besides," he turned to look at Ike, "you're dead wrong. Friends make the worst lovers."
Now it was Zac who sat up. "How would you know? You don't have any friends and you've certainly never had any lovers."
"One-night-fucks don't count," Zac continued. "You've never had a relationship that lasted longer than a week."
"How can you say that?" Taylor was not prepared to defend his position, but he felt the need to try.
"It's true, Tay." Ike's voice was calm and full of reason. "Your reputation with women precedes you - fuck and forget. That's your mantra."
"You are so wrong." Taylor stood up and looked at his laughing brothers. "It just so happens I've had plenty of relationships. I just never wanted to tell you two assholes."
He turned and stomped to the door.
"Whatever you say, big brother. But the definition of "relationship" implies a union that lasts longer than 24 hours," Zac yelled after him.
The door slammed behind him, but he could still hear his brothers' laughter in the hallway.
n a normal day, Fynn would have woken up early. She was usually dressed and ready for breakfast before either Ike, Tay or Zac had even begun to stir. This morning, however, was anything but normal. She turned to look at the clock - 10:00 a.m. Despite
the hour, she still didn�t feel any incentive to get out of the comfort and warmth of the
bed. She burrowed further under the blankets and curled into a fetal position. Just as she
was beginning to drift back to sleep, the phone rang shrilly.
"Hello?" she said into the cold receiver.
"Hey, Fynn, it's Ike. Just callin' to remind you we're leaving for the airport at
11:00." He sounded very wide awake considering the hour was normally considered prime sleeping time.
"God, I forgot." Fynn rested her free hand over her eyes. How was she going to face this day? How was she going to face Taylor?
"Well, we didn't see you at all yesterday, so I figured a friendly reminder was in
order," Ike continued. "We're all gonna go downstairs for some breakfast, if you want to join us."
"Actually, I'm still in bed. It doesn't look like I'm going to have time for a leisurely breakfast. I'll just grab something at the airport." She hadn't eaten anything yesterday and her stomach was feeling the hunger. She knew the flight would be extremely uncomfortable, even sickening, if she didn't eat something first. "I'll meet you out front at 11:00."
She slowly pulled herself into a sitting position and surveyed the room. Packing wouldn't be much of a problem. They'd only been there two days; most everything was still in her suitcases. She'd jump into the shower, pull on some clothes, gather up her stuff and she'd be ready. If only she could collect her thoughts as easily.
* * * * *
The limo pulled up just as everyone gathered in the lobby. The four of them piled
inside while their belongings were stashed away in the trunk. Fynn purposely let Taylor
seat himself first so that she wouldn't have to sit next to him. She and Isaac sat opposite he and Zac.
Taylor's face held a puzzled expression. He kept trying to look into her eyes, but she successfully avoided his gaze. His attempts to read her thoughts or mood were fruitless.
"How're you feeling, Fynn?" There was concern in Zac's voice, but the smirk on
his face gave him away. "I hear you were pretty trashed the other night. As a matter of
fact, I believe I heard some rumor about you and Tay....."
"I'm fine, thank you." Fynn was fairly certain he only meant the kiss to mislead Ben, but she didn't want to go there. "I don't usually drink that much. I don't know what I was thinking." She looked at Taylor with a look that said if she hadn't been severely impaired, nothing would have happened between them. Either he didn't notice
or chose to ignore her.
"Yeah, that's not really like you. I don't know that I've ever seen you actually drunk," Isaac commented. "Well, I guess there was that time I had to pick you up from
Justin's party 'cause you couldn't drive. But that's the only time I can remember."
"I don�t expect it will be happening again anytime soon," she assured them. "I
really paid the price." Again, she looked in Taylor�s direction. This time, however, he
lifted his head and peered at her.
"Bad hangover, huh?" he said.
"The trick is to drink lots of water and take four Tylenol before you go to bed,"
Zac chimed in. "Works every time for me."
"I'll remember that. But I don't think I'll be drinking for a while. Vodka and I are no longer friends."
* * * * *
Fynn settled herself into her seat on the plane. As Zac moved past her, she reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Sit next to me, Zac," she pleaded.
"Usually Tay sits with you." He didn't mind sitting next to Fynn. Maybe she'd even fall asleep on his shoulder like she usually did with Taylor, but he was a little confused. She'd never asked to sit with him before.
"I know, but I never get much of a chance to talk to you," she answered, looking at him with an expression he couldn�t quite read.
"Okay." He stuffed his carry-on bag in the overhead compartment and took the aisle seat next to the woman of his fantasies. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad flight after all. Then again.....
"You're in my seat, bro." Taylor lightly smacked the back of Zac's head. Zac
knew it was too good to be true. He started to stand up, but Fynn�s arm across his chest
prevented him from doing so.
"Actually, Zac asked if he could sit with me. You don't mind, do you?"
Now Zac was really confused. Who asked who?
"Zac, you know I always sit with Fynn," Taylor said, looking down at his younger
"That's fine. I'll move." Once again, Zac attempted to stand, but Fynn's grip
"Taylor can sit with Ike," she said firmly.
Taylor's eyes narrowed and he leaned over Zac until his face was mere inches from
Fynn's. "You can't avoid me forever. We will talk about this," he stated, angrily. He then turned and took the seat next to Isaac.
"What was that all about?" asked Zac.
"What's going on with you and Tay?"
"Nothing, Zac. Forget it."
"He sounded kinda mad."
"ZAC! Enough. It's nothing!" She turned her face towards the window and stared at the tarmac beneath the plane. Zac thought he saw tears in her eyes.
The hotel room was suffocating. Fynn sat on the bed trying to read but the words
failed to come together in any coherent way. The guys had gone to the pavilion earlier for a sound check. Although she had been invited to tag along and usually would have, she opted to be alone with her thoughts.
"I can't stand this," she thought. She threw her book onto the pillow beside her
and climbed off the bed. After a quick glance in the mirror and a grab for her purse, she strode out the door of her room and down to the lobby.
"How may I help you, Miss?" The attendant at the front desk was unusually
solicitous. He remembered her as part of the Hanson entourage and figured big tips
would be in order if he was especially polite.
"I was hoping to find a small, quiet cafe nearby," she said. "Do you know of
"Yes, of course. Zagara's is a lovely Italian place a few blocks from here. Shall I
procure a taxi for you?"
"No, thank you. I think a walk would be good for me. Can you give me directions?"
He proceeded to sketch a small map of the neighborhood and handed it to her.
"It�s a lovely day for a walk," he said, smiling.
* * * * *
Fynn, seated at an outside table, absently watched the sidewalk traffic. People-watching was one of her favorite past-times. She enjoyed studying people and creating lives for them in her mind. Today, however, her thoughts were turned inward. She picked up her espresso and took a small sip.
She was confused by her actions of the past couple of days. She vacillated between feelings of anger, betrayal, hurt and remorse. In some ways, she felt Taylor had betrayed her trust by taking advantage of her when she was drunk. Then again, not all the blame could be placed solely on him. She was an adult and was ultimately responsible for her behavior. And then there was Taylor's accusation that she was overanalyzing the situation. Was she? Her instincts said no, that all this happened for a reason.
Unfortunately, she had no idea what that reason was.
What she did know was that she had to leave. She needed time and space to reflect on her relationship with Taylor. Evidently, he felt their indiscretion was nothing and had immediately forgotten about it. She wondered how he could be so insensitive.
* * * * *
Several hours later, Zac stood outside Fynn's room. His knocks had gone unanswered, but just as he was about to walk away, the door opened. A hotel maid stepped out into the hallway.
"Oh, sorry. I was looking for my friend," he said.
"This room is unoccupied, sir," she replied as she stowed cleaning supplies in her
cart. "You must have the wrong room."
"No, I'm sure this is the right room." He stepped through the doorway and peered
inside, looking for signs that Fynn was, indeed, the occupant of this room. The room was
spotless and there was no luggage anywhere.
"Sir? I need to lock the room." Zac moved out into the hall and stood for a moment, looking again at the room number. "Wow. That's weird. I coulda sworn this
was her room." He turned and headed to the lobby.
"Excuse me." The front desk clerk turned to see Zac standing in front of his computer. "Can you tell me the room number for Fynn Childs?" he asked.
The clerk struck a few keys on the computer and stared for a moment at the monitor. "Ms. Childs has checked out."
"That�s impossible," Zac said, leaning over the counter to get a look for himself.
"I�m sorry, Mr. Hanson, but Ms. Childs had the concierge make flight arrangements for her earlier this afternoon. She checked out about an hour ago."
"Flight arrangements?!?!? To where?"
"I believe it was Tulsa, sir." The clerk stood up and motioned for Zac to come closer. "Just between you and I, she seemed quite upset when she left." At that moment,
the concierge appeared from his office. The clerk quickly stood straight and cleared his
throat. He'd already given Zac more information than he should have. "Will there be anything else, sir?" he asked.
"No, thanks," Zac responded, a bewildered look in his eye.
* * * * *
"She's gone." Zac entered Ike's room, slamming the door behind him. Tay was laying on the bed, listening to his Discman. He removed the headphones when he saw
Zac�s face looking down at him.
"I said, she's gone."
"Who's gone?" Isaac emerged from the bathroom, a towel draped across his waist, his hair dripping wet.
"Fynn. She left." Zac plopped into a chair in the corner. When his words registered, Taylor quickly jumped up.
"What do you mean, she left?"
"Jesus, Tay. What's not to understand? She's checked out and gone back to
"Why would she go back to Tulsa? And why wouldn�t she say anything to any of
us?" Isaac had pulled on some boxers and was rifling through his suitcase for a t-shirt.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask Tay?" Zac sneered at Taylor who was now
pacing the room, hands grabbing at his hair.
"Tay?" Isaac put out his hand to stop Taylor. "Did you know about this?"
"No! I don't know what the fuck Zac's talkin' about."
Zac stood up and faced his brother. "You did something to her. She was really
upset on the plane and I heard you say she couldn't avoid you forever. I don't know
what's goin' on between you two, but she left because of you." Taylor was taken aback
by the venom in Zac's voice.
"Calm down, Zac." Ike's calming influence was apparent as both brothers sat down. "Tay, what�s going on?"
"I don't know. We had.....an argument. I tried to talk to her about it, but she wouldn't see me. I didn't realize she was upset enough to leave."
"What did you argue about?" Zac asked pointedly.
"None of your business."
"You know what, Tay?" Zac again stood and leaned into his brother's face.
"Fuck you! You don't care about anyone but yourself. You did or said something to hurt
her and you don't give a shit! You suck." He pushed past Ike and stormed out the door.
"Shut up, Ike. I don't wanna talk about it."
"Fine. I was just trying to help. Maybe Zac's right," Ike's voice was growing
angry, "maybe you don't give a shit who you hurt, as long as you don't get hurt in the
process." There was a moment of silence as the two brothers stared at each other. Taylor
stood and walked to the door. As he reached for the knob, he turned to look at Isaac.
"Who says I'm not hurting?" he said softly and opened the door to leave.
Fynn stepped from the gate at the airport terminal in Tulsa and quickly scanned the crowd for her oldest brother, Skye. He shouldn't have been hard to spot - he was easily the most strikingly handsome man Fynn had ever seen, even if he was her brother. At age 28, he was tall and well-built. His longish blond hair was constantly falling over his
forehead and hanging in his eyes - a look most women seemed to find irresistible. His eyes were almost as blue as Taylor's. Ugh......Taylor. She wasn't going to think about him now. As she slowly pushed her way through the throng of people, she realized he wasn't there.
"Fynn!" She heard her name being called from somewhere to her left. She turned
toward the sound and saw Skye running toward her. "God, I thought I was gonna miss you." He leaned in to kiss her and grabbed her carry-on bag. "I had trouble parking."
"No problem. I just got off the plane." They walked through the maze of people milling about the various gates. The baggage claim was on the other side of the airport.
"How many suitcases do you have? Did you pack the entire house like you usually do?"
"You'd be proud of me. I limited myself to two suitcases." She pointed at the carousel. "There's one of them." Skye lifted the black case and set it down between them. "There's the other one."
With all luggage in tow, the two of them headed for the car.
* * * * *
Skye hopped into the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt. As he slid the key into the ignition, he turned to his sister.
"So, what's up?" he asked.
"I decided to come home," she answered, noncommittally.
"I can see that. I was just shocked when you called to ask me to pick you up. The tour isn't over, is it?"
"Fynn, what happened?" He knew when his sister was hiding something from him.
The faraway look on her face told him that something had happened to cause her to leave.
"Fynn, c'mon," he pushed. "Did you and Taylor fight again?" Her tangles with Taylor over the years had been constant, if not serious. Usually, they gave each other the silent treatment for a day and then things were back to normal.
"I don't want to talk about Tay," she stated.
"What did you fight about this time? What could be so serious you had to come home?"
"Skye," she said, turning to face him, "I really appreciate the whole big-brother- watching-over-me thing. Really, I do. But I don't want to talk about this. Period." She turned her eyes back to the passenger side window and stared at the familiar landscape of her hometown.
"All right. Will you at least talk to Scout?" Scout and Fynn were twins and shared an attachment that was like no other Skye had ever witnessed. Their mother swore Fynn was holding onto Scout's ankle when they exited the womb. They had been inseparable ever since.
"Maybe." There was no doubt in Fynn's mind that Scout would be able to wrangle the truth from her. She�d never successfully hidden anything from him - he knew her too well.
* * * * *
When Scout heard the car pull into the driveway, he opened the front door and bounced down the steps. He and Fynn shared a small apartment in a house that had been
subdivided into student residences.
"Hey! You�re home." Scout pulled his sister into a warm hug and kissed her cheek. "I missed you."
"Ditto," Fynn answered, squeezing her brother's shoulders a little tighter. It felt so
good to be with the one person in the world she knew she could trust.
Skye set her bags on the sidewalk at the bottom of the steps. "You can take 'em
from here. I gotta run - Gwyn's waiting for me to pick her up from work." He reached
over and turned Fynn towards him. "Talk to Scout. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
He quickly hugged her and strode to the car.
* * * * *
"So?" Scout lay on Fynn's bed watching her unpack her suitcases.
"What do you have to talk to me about?" He noticed Fynn shiver slightly and knew
instinctively that something was wrong. "Why are you here?"
"I live here, Scout," she replied, tossing some wrinkled clothes into her
"Yeah, and for two months you couldn�t stop talking about going on tour with
Ike, Tay and Zac. Now, four weeks into the tour, you're suddenly home. The data
doesn't compute." Scout propped himself up on his elbow and looked intently at Fynn.
"You know you're going to tell me eventually anyway. You might as well spill now."
Fynn closed the now empty suitcases and stashed them away in the back of her closet. After she slid the door closed, she turned to her bed and threw herself face first
onto the green comforter. She reached for the nearest pillow and placed it over her head.
"I don't know what to tell you," she said, her voice muffled by the fluffy pillow.
"I know this has something to do with Tay," Scout offered, hoping to get her started. "He�s the only person I know who pisses you off. What did you fight about this time?"
"I didn't fight with him." Scout strained to hear his sister's voice.
"You didn't fight with him?"
"I slept with him." Scout laughed and pulled the pillow from Fynn's grasp.
"What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry. I could've sworn you just said you slept with Taylor." Scout's continued laughter did nothing to ease the situation.
"I did just say that." Fynn turned over and looked into Scout's eyes, trying to read
"Whoa." He laid down next to her, staring at the ceiling. "Did you �sleep with
him, sleep with him�, or just sleep with him?"
"We fucked, Scout. Is that plain enough for you?"
"Yeah, that clears things up for me."
Fynn rose from the bed and began pacing the room. Now that she'd taken the first
step, she was anxious to tell Scout the whole story. She was hoping he'd help her figure out what to do.
* * * * *
"So you haven�t even talked to him?" Scout had been quietly listening to Fynn's account of what had transpired between she and Taylor.
"No. He tried a couple of times to talk, but I just wasn't ready."
"Fynn, you've got to talk to him."
"I know, but I haven't figured out what to say. I was kinda hoping you'd help me with that." She looked to her brother for assistance. None was forthcoming.
"No way! I'm not getting involved in this one," he said. "I'll be your sounding board, but I'm not telling you what to say. You're the only one who knows how you
"That's the problem! I don't know how I feel. I don't know whether to be pissed off, hurt, regretful, sad or....." she struggled with the next words, "or happy." She stopped pacing and sat on the foot of the bed. Did she just say that? Had she wanted this
"Well, if I know Taylor, he's not gonna let this drop. You're gonna have to face
him sooner or later."
"He doesn't give a shit. He doesn't understand why I think this is a big deal. To
him it's just another one-night-stand." She put her head down in her hands and started to
cry. Scout moved closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder. She gratefully leaned into him and let him hold her.
Taylor sat on the bed in his hotel room. He held a cigarette in one hand and the
telephone in the other. He listened to the ringing on the other end, praying someone
"Hello?" a voice breathlessly answered.
"Scout? It's Taylor. Where were you? You're breathing hard." He took another
drag from his cigarette, suddenly nervous about calling.
"I was outside. Came in for a drink when I heard the phone ring." Scout stopped
speaking for a moment to catch his breath. "What's up?"
"Is Fynn there?" Taylor asked hopefully. There was a moment of silence before
"No, Tay. She's not." For an instant, he felt the urge to tell Taylor what a prick
he was to hurt his sister
"Oh. Umm, Scout?" Taylor's words were hesitant. "Did she....."
"Yes, she told me what happened."
"I tried to talk to her....."
"I know. But she's angry right now and I don't blame her." Scout's voice was
beginning to rise. He gripped the receiver a little tighter and reminded himself that he
wasn�t going to get involved, but the mere sound of Tay's voice on the other end was making him angry. "She feels you took advantage of her."
Taylor sat up straight in his bed. He reached for the ashtray and forcefully smashed down his cigarette. "She thinks I raped her??!?! Jesus, Scout, you know me better than that."
"I didn't say that. It's just that she told me she was wasted and didn't know what
she was doing....." Scout knew that Taylor, of all people, would never have to force
himself on anyone. If one girl didn�t want to have sex with him, the next one in line
probably would. "She�s confused, Tay."
"Yeah? So am I. I would never hurt her," Taylor replied, now standing, running
his fingers through his hair.
"Well, you did." Scout hung up the phone and the call disconnected.
Taylor heard the dial tone and reached for another cigarette.
* * * * *
The backstage scene after the concert was the same as every other night. People
he didn't know and didn't care to know were congratulating him and his brothers on their
success, blah, blah, blah. Taylor knew he'd given a less than stellar performance and was
trying to avoid Ike and Zac. Before long, they�d pull him aside and ream him for his
screw-ups. He chose to sit on the sofa, alone, rather than mingle with the crowd. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to anyone.
"Hi! I'm Bethany." A young woman thumped down on the sofa next to him. She
gave him an award-winning smile and offered her hand. "And you're Taylor!"
"Yeah," he replied, completely uninterested. She was attractive, in a slutty kind of
way, but he couldn't have cared less. The tight, low-cut, mini dress she was wearing
would normally have turned his head, but tonight his thoughts were elsewhere.
"So, like, I LOVE your music," she continued, determined to make conversation.
"You guys were great tonight!" She inched her way toward him, stopping only when her
thigh was resting against his leg. "I'm probably your biggest fan."
Her words were vaguely registering in Taylor's mind, but he wanted her to leave
him alone. It wasn't long before her hand was resting on his knee, her fingernails lightly
scratching the fabric of his pants. He desired nothing more than getting back to the hotel
and going to sleep. He took her hand and placed it back on the sofa.
"You know, I've had a really long day. I'm pretty tired....." Just then he caught
Zac's eyes staring at him from across the room. When his brother began to weave through the crowd to the sofa, Taylor knew he was about to catch hell. That was the last thing he needed.
"Uh, Bethany, right? Would you like to go someplace where we can be alone?"
Her eyes lit up and her ultra-white teeth again appeared in a blinding smile.
"I thought you'd never ask," she answered, leaning in to kiss him. She completely
missed her target, though, because Taylor jumped up suddenly, grabbed her hand and
pulled her off the couch.
"Let's go," he said, turning to see Zac just a few feet away. "Hurry."
* * * * *
Taylor thought the ride to the hotel would never end. Bethany was all over him,
whispering things in his ear that he didn't want to hear. He figured they�d have a quick
screw and she'd be out of his hair.
When they entered his room, she looked around and commented on the luxurious
surroundings. She walked to the mini-bar and took a glass from the shelf. Taylor came
up behind her and removed the glass from her hand. He didn�t feel like drawing this out -
there would be no conversation or drinks. No foreplay or seductive talk. What had Ike
said? "Fuck and forget?" That�s exactly what he intended to do. She didn�t seem to
realize she was there simply to "service" him.
He wasted no time in unzipping her dress. As he quickly pulled it off, he noted
that she had a great body. He turned her around to face him and leaned down for an
aggressive kiss. She took his lead and briskly tugged his shirt over his head. She leaned
down and began kissing his chest and lightly biting his nipples as he worked to unhook her bra. He roughly grabbed at her breasts and kneaded them with his fingers. He
thought he heard her moan as his hands slid over her erect nipples.
"God, I've fantasized about this moment so many times," she murmured in his
"Mmmhmm," he replied, not really giving a shit. By now he was yanking on the
elastic of her panties.
"Hey, slow down," she said, placing his hands back on her chest. "What�s the hurry?"
"I just want you so badly," he lied, gritting his teeth.
Bethany, thinking they had all night, decided that this was just the appetizer - a
fast, furious fuck, followed by a more tender interlude. If he wanted rough and tumble
sex, that�s exactly what she�d give him. She responded to his demand by slowly peeling
off the rest of her lingerie and tossing it aside.
Taylor grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. She fell back and he
immediately began to take off his pants and boxers. When he was completely undressed,
he roughly spread her legs and tumbled onto her. To his dismay, nothing was happening.
He rubbed his body against her. He reached down to touch himself, hoping to get
things started. It never occurred to him to touch her - he didn't really care if she got off
or not. After several minutes failed to bring any physical reaction, he angrily rolled off her with a discontented groan. It was her turn. If she wanted this so badly, let her do the
Bethany was disappointed that Taylor didn't seem to be responding to her, but she knew how to fix that. She considered herself somewhat of an expert at turning guys on. She reached over and began to stroke him. The rhythmic up and down motion didn't have any effect whatsoever. She pulled herself onto her knees and bent over his body, slowly kissing and licking her way down.
Taylor closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Bethany's hair gliding over his chest and stomach. When her mouth reached his penis, he waited in anticipation.
He felt her tongue graze and lick him from top to bottom. Nothing. He felt her warm lipsenvelop him and tighten their grip as her head moved slowly up and down. Nothing.
What the fuck was going on? This had never happened to him before. He was
humiliated and angry. He pulled Bethany away from him by her hair.
"Stop," he said, forcefully.
"What�s wrong?" Bethany looked at him, confused.
"You need to leave," was his only response. Leave? Was he kicking her out?
There was no way she was leaving until she had accomplished her goal. She had set out
to fuck Taylor Hanson and that was what she was going to do.
"Look, you just need to relax. Tell me what you want. I'll do anything," she
begged, certain she could make this work.
"I want you to leave," he said, not looking at her.
"Do you want me to masturbate for you? Or wait......I have a friend that lives
downtown. I could call her and the three of us could....."
"SHUT UP!" Taylor abruptly stood up and pulled on his pants. He grabbed her arm a little too tightly and hauled her off the bed. He bent down and grabbed her clothes into a ball and threw them at her. "Just get the hell out!!"
After pulling her dress over her head and slipping her shoes on, Bethany stood, looking at him. She was stunned at his outburst. "I always thought you were a nice guy," she spit out. "But you're nothing but an asshole. It's not my fault you
can't get it up."
She leaned into him and placed her lips near his ear. "Maybe you prefer your brothers
He violently pushed her out the door. "Cunt," he mumbled to himself as he slammed the door and turned off the light.