chapter 13

Tay stands behind me as he places feather-like kisses on my olive skin, his fingers slowly moving up my naked thighs. My breath catches in my throat as he sucks my ear lobe sending me to pure bliss.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he says against my skin and a shiver runs down my spine.

"I will give you nothing but pleasure love, I will show your body a different feeling other than pain," he promises.

"Lift up your arms for me," I oblige and he pulls up my dress; leaving me in just my panties. He moves my hair to the other side and sucks my shoulder. I already feel him being hard on. His hand travels down the valley of my breasts and stops just above my panties. He softly touches my shoulder-blade, and I shut my eyes, moaning. His hands cup my breasts and I press my hands around my body.

"Why did you stop?" I ask, panting.

"So, I can do this," he says and drops to his knees. He pulls my panties down and runs his hand up to my center, but plays around it. I tremble in eager anticipation and feel like giving him a punch because I yearn for him to touch it. He moves up, placing feather like kisses on my torso and my breast. He sucks one nipple and I pull my lower lip between my teeth in pleasure.

"Oh, Tay," I moan, and he moves up to my neck.

He molds our lips together. My heart is pounding with excitement. His hands move up my inner thigh as he deepens the kiss. His fingers finally reach my folds, and I moan into his mouth.

"God! You are so fucking wet," Tay says and rubs my clitoris. I dig my nails into his arms as he speeds up.

"Fuck!" I bite into his shoulder, and Tay releases a growl. He pulls his hand away and I whimper.

"Lay on the bed." I follow, and he crawls to get between my legs. He grabs a bottle of whiskey on the headboard and before I can ask him what he is doing, he pours it on my navel. The whiskey flows down to my throbbing sex, and he licks it. I dig my toes into the bed and throw my head back in pleasure. God! I have felt nothing as amazing as this. He continues to pour more and licks me.

He places the whiskey back and lowers his body to my center.

"You are dripping love," Tay says with a smirk on his face and his is finger teases me. I look down at him with pleading eyes.

"Please," I say, and he licks my clitoris and pushes his finger inside of me. My hands clench on the bed sheets and Tay places his hand on my torso to keep me still.

His tongue swirls around my clitoris as his finger continues to pump into me. I moan and tug at the roots of his hair. He adds one more finger and my body arches. My skin is tingling with pleasure; I never thought I would live to feel like this. The only feeling I have ever felt is pain, so this is foreign yet exciting feeling.

"Don't stop," I say through the moans and Tay speeds up as he pumps into me repeatedly, while he also increases his pace with my clitoris. Pressure builds in the pit of stomach and my body's intensity feels as if it will create a shock.

"Come for me, love," Tay says, and I come undone, my body trembling and releasing weird liquid.

"And she squirts," Tay says as I try to control my breathing. I don't know what he said is and I'm weakly unable to ask.

"You okay?" Tay asks, and I nod.

"I need words, Olivia," he demands concerned.

"I'm good," I say.

"How was that for you?" he asks and my cheek turns red from embarrassment. How can he be so open to talk about this?

"You shouldn't be ashamed to talk about your sexuality love, it's natural, like your monthly period," he chuckles. I press our lips together and wrap my hands around his neck to avoid having the conversation.

Whoever came up with kissing knew what he or she was doing. He breaks the kiss, and I whimper at the loss of contact. Tay brings his finger to my lips and says, "Taste yourself." I hesitate at first but suck his finger. I look at him seductively as I continue to taste my saltiness on his finger.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name," Tay says, causing my center to clench just thinking about him buried in me.

I jolt awake and look around. I'm in my room and on my bed. I place my hand on my chest and use the other one to push my hair back. There is a seed of sweat on my forehead. God! He is now invading my dreams. The game ended up with me running out the door of Tay's room because he still refused to pull up his boxers. I look at the time on the bedside, it's 4:00 am. I might as well wake up. I doubt I will sleep after the dream I had.

My first ever dream of a guy pleasuring me instead of abusing me. If my life was a book, I swear I would have written something else in that dream just to keep it going. I drag myself out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I strip out of my pajamas and turn the shower on. The hot water relaxes my body and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of warm water. I feel Tay's hands on my body and I snap my eyes open.

What has gotten into me? I feel him everywhere and ache for his touch. I wash my body, hair, and later wrap my body with a towel. I dry myself and put on a simple black dress that ends just above my knees. I leave my hair to air dry and put on slippers and decide to explore the house.

I pass all the brother's rooms and turn left. There's music playing at the end of the hallway. I make my way towards it and find the door ajar. I push it slowly and the music gets louder.

It's a gym.

I should have known. I slip inside; the walls are made of glass. I spot a shirtless Tay in the mirror punching a boxing bag. Just seeing him in here sweating and shirtless makes me think about the dream I had.

I don't know how long I stand by the door staring at him through the mirror with my eyes wide open. What I know is that I have to get out of here as of now, but my legs are reluctant to move. I hate it when my stimulus takes forever to respond. If the room was on fire, I would have been out of here a long time ago—but when I expect them to act accordingly with the feelings I have for him, they are slower than chameleons.

"Morning, sister-in-law." I mentally thank Nate for rescuing me from my vegetative state.

"Morning and bye." With that, I leave. I rush down the staircase and walk towards the kitchen. I grab a bottle of cold water and make my way back to my room. I take a large gulp when I walk into my room. I put the bottle on the bedside counter and lay on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for what seemed like forever until my eyes burn to sleep.

"Olivia, wake up!" a voice says. I groan and bury my head into the pillow.

"Olivia, I swear to God if you don't wake up, I will pour cold water on you." well that got my attention. My eyes come face to face with Future.

"I thought you would never wake up," Future says, and throws herself on the bed.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Just a little after eight," Future informs.

"I brought the wedding dress, and I thought you would never wake up," she informs and I roll out of the bed.

"I woke up early today and when I couldn't find anything to do so I went back to sleep," I told Future.

"I guess I should have called you first." I make my way to the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face and dry it afterwards. I tie my hair into a bun. Future walks in carrying a white plain mermaid dress.

"Try it on." I take the dress—strip out of my clothes, and put the wedding dress on. It fits me just as I expected and it's neither tight nor loose—and does not reach the floor.

"I love it," I tell Future. Two more days left and I will become Mrs. Payne.

"I was stressed that you wouldn't love it. Now I can relax." Future lets out a relieved sigh. I dress up in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt this time. We both make our way to the kitchen. To say I am hungry is an understatement.

We both sit on the stools of the kitchen island.

"Stop bugging me, Nate," a voice I know by now says from behind, and my heart beats faster.

Tay.

I can feel his presence behind me and Nate goes to Future's side—and before I can say anything, Tay buries his lips in my hair and wraps his arms around me.

"What are you guys up to?" Nate asks.

"How did you sleep?" Tay whispers in my ear. My cheeks turn red, remembering my dream. The moments I have made with Tay are amazingly beautiful, and I wouldn't change anything so far. If only I had the experience for boyfriends, now that I think about it, Tay is my first ever boyfriend, well soon to be husband.

I didn't realise that I was blushing until Future said it. "Ewe, get a room, you two," Tay lets out a chuckle.

"Ha-ha, hilarious," I say.

"So, what are we doing for the rest of the day?" Nate asks.

"You could help me with the wedding preparations. I need confirmation from Sofia about catering for my wedding." I tell Nate and take a bite of my sandwich.

"Our wedding." Tay corrects me.

"How about we FaceTime Mom and ask her to call Sofia or something? She is her friend, after all. And I can give you a tour of the house," Tay whispers in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine.

"As much as I would love to help you, sister-in-law, but I don't have a death wish," Nate says while stealing Future's sandwich without her even noticing. My lips form a smile. Future is playing with her drink's straw—she looks like she is battling with her thoughts and I make a mental note to ask about what bothers her later on.

"Death wish?" I ask.

"That woman is obsessed with me. She treats me like a baby. Her baby, if I may add. She calls me pumpkin...pumpkin? Do you know how horrible a pumpkin looks? Even a banana is better looking. If she wasn't my mother's favorite cater and a friend, I would swear that woman has a crush on me. So, it's a pass from me." Nate says and takes a bite of Futures sandwich and Tay lets out a chuckle from behind.

"Sofia likes Nate?" I whisper, asking Tay.

"Not the way you think. You, out of all people, should know that it's impossible to dislike Nate. Sofia regards him as a little brother she never had. Let me just say that she treats him like a baby like he said." Tay says and I can't help but let out a chuckle, imagining the whole thing.

"What did I miss?" a voice asks and Future stops all her movement with the straw.

Andrew, I conclude.

"Nothing much, just Nate telling us about Sofia," I tell Andrew, and his lips form a smile at the mention of her name.

"Um, I have to go, but if you need anything, call me, okay?" Future says and I nod. She hugs Nate, Tay, and last, me.

"Um, bye?" She waves at Andrew. I can see the hurt on his face. We need to do something about these two.

Since when did you become a matchmaker? My subconscious asks, and I push her to the back of my head. Future walks out leaving an awkward silence in the kitchen.

"For the record, pumpkins are better looking than bananas." I mentally thank Tay for breaking the silence. I take a moment to register what he said and let out a chuckle. Is he trying to crack a joke or what?

"I will be at the studio if you guys need me?" with that Andrew leaves.

"Really! Tay. You should leave jokes to professionals. It doesn't suit you." This time I don't hold back. I laugh my lungs out. Nate rolls his eyes, making me laugh ten times harder than I already was.

"Hey! You should support me. Not him!" Tay pouts and I hold my stomach as it aches after laughing.

"Guys, we need to do something about Andrew and Future. Even a blind person can see that they still love each other," I say with solemnity.

"Can I ask you something?" Nate asks, holding his hand up, and I nod.

"Sure," I tell him.

"You said even a blind person can see that they still love each other, but how can a blind person see if he is blind? I don't understand." I let out a sigh.

"God! Have mercy," I mumble to myself, and Tay laughs. Didn't they teach him figures of speech in high school? I doubt he even listened to his teachers.

"That came out wrong. What I was trying to say is that anyone can see that they are head over heels for each other," I tell Nate.

"Even a 1-year-old baby?"

"Nate?" I warn, and by now Tay is laughing his guts out.

"Okay, I will stop, even…" He stops once he sees the death glare I have on my face.

"Back to the serious matter, we have to do something guys." Tay pulls himself together.

"I was thinking…" Tay cuts Nate off.

"That's dangerous," Tay says and I elbow him.

"What? We both know that when Nate says 'his thinking' means run for your life." Tay exaggerates.

"Hey, that's not true. Okay, maybe a little," Nate says.

"Okay, we will leave everything up to you. Do nothing absurd," I warn him.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. If there's anyone who can get anything done, it's me. They will be in each other's arms before you know it," Nate says excitedly.

"You are so going to regret this," Tay whispers in my ear.I know; I will regret it later. It's Nate we are talking about here.