Chapter 16

"Hey baby." I walk out of the bathroom and he's sitting on his bed waiting for me. "Hey." I smile pulling my hair to the side. I walked over to him. I stood between his legs with his head on my chest. His hands had found their way down to my ass in a matter of seconds. "I missed you." He tells me. His voice is making my whole body shiver. His words are making me smile.

"How could you miss me? I just saw you." I giggled. He looked up at me. "I don't like being away from you for long." He said truthfully. Oh God. What was this guy doing to me? How did I let him get to me like this?

"Did you use these tactics on Marissa?" Why I had to ruin the moment was far beyond me. He groaned pushing me away a little.

"What's wrong?" He looked up at me with his blue eyes. Those eyes were still getting to me. "I don't know…I'm jealous of her. I don't know why but I am. I'm sorry…I just can't help it." I pout wrapped my arms around his neck.

"That's kind of cute. But like I said I don't love her so you have nothing to worry about." He assured me.

"But what happens when she comes back here and you see her with your son? You'll want to be there for the both of them. I am far too selfish to let that happen." I say. I don't want him going back to her but in a way I know why he would. She's safe and she's the mother of his newborn son. Why wouldn't he want to be with her? On top of all that she's beautiful. I'm nowhere near that.

"Don't worry because it's not going to happen." He smiled up at me. "Good." I leaned down and caught his lips with mine. "Marissa just called…she'll be leaving the hospital soon. She wants me to pick her up." What a mood breaker. I sighed and pulled away from him. "Fine, go play house with your amazing wife." I said bitterly. "It's not like that, Taylor." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back to him. "I know…I'm sorry I guess I'll just go home now. Call me later? When you're not playing daddy?" I asked kissing his lips lightly. He just laughed at me. I sounded jealous. Mostly because I was.

"You have to stop this jealousy thing, Taylor." He groaned standing up. "Yeah well…not going to happen." I said backing away from him. "Bye baby." He pulled me back to him and kissed me hard on the lips. I didn't respond at first but when I did we both had to stop because it had gotten far too heated. "Wait, closet tomorrow morning?" I asked hopefully. "You bet." He smiled kissing me one last time before I slipped out of his house. I got in my car and took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I had let our relationship get this far. I should have taken a step back not 10 steps forward.

"So, how's the wife?" I ask with my hands on my hips as my married boyfriend comes into the closet behind me the next morning. "Taylor…" He groaned. "What I was just asking a question." I smiled a little. "She's okay…actually she kicked me out." He rubbed his hand on the back of his head.

"Oh did she? Where are you staying then?" I ask quickly. "Hotel. I talked to a realtor yesterday and I signed some papers I should be in the house by the end of the week." He pulled me close to him.

"The house I picked out?" I asked with the quirk of an eyebrow. He smiled. "Of course." He put his hand on the back of my head pulling me forward to kiss him. This man was everything I had ever dreamed of. Not to mention he was an amazing kisser. Oh and he was pretty good at sex. So that is a complete understatement. He's amazing at sex. Well he has a few years on me plus I'm pretty sure he knows what he's doing far more than I do. "You wore a skirt." He grinned.

"Mmhmm." I moaned as he sucked on my ear lobe. He hitched my skirt up so it was around my waist. I wasn't complaining as he stroked my thigh. "We only have a few minutes. Hurry." I spoke impatiently. I reached down to unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. "Good thing I'm on birth control" I say straightening my skirt out after everything.

"Mmhmm." He kissed me still trying to catch his breath. "God, you're perfect." He whispered against my lips. "You are too." I pulled my hands through his hair deepening the kiss he had just placed on my lips.

"Come on, school's about to start." I push him away a little. He groans. "Mr. Atwood you don't want to be late for class, now do you?" I laughed pecking his lips one last time before slipping out of the closet.

I ran to the bathroom to make sure my hair wasn't sticking up in odd places. "Oh My God, you had sex." Summer Roberts entered the bathroom. My eyes widened at her remark. "I don't know what you're talking about, Summer." I lowered my voice in case someone was in one of the bathroom stalls.

"Don't play dumb with me, Taylor. You have that after sex glow. You did it with Mr. Hottie didn't you?" She lowered her voice too making sure she wouldn't be over heard. I bit down on my bottom lip. "I knew it! I knew you two wouldn't last long before getting it on. Now tell me how amazing it was." Summer smiled. "I'm not at liberty to discuss how amazing my boyfriend is at sex." I tell her raising my eyebrow.

"Fine fine don't give me details. You might want to do something about that huge mark on your neck." She pointed to my neck.

"Ugh…" I groaned taking my make-up out of my bag. "Wait was this why neither of you were at school yesterday. And does this have anything to do with why you just left quickly from my house the day before?" She stood beside me with her hand on hip.

"No, I left your house because I freaked out about the whole Seth thing. I just…Why me? But that doesn't matter anymore. But yeah…it happened yesterday. I had slept over at his house the night before. Marissa was still in the hospital with the baby and everything…so…yesterday it just sort of happened." I told her. Her mouth was agape.

"What?" I asked the stunned brunette. "I just…Marissa? Marissa Cooper?" She asked rummaging through her bag. "Yeah, why?" I asked confused a little.

"Because! She's in my magazine. She's like this huge model or something. It says she's married but doesn't say to who and she's never seen with him. I mean they have pictures of her pregnant and everything." She thrust the magazine at me.

"Wow." I flipped through the glossy pages. "You're messing with a guy who's wife is basically a celebrity." She said. I didn't see what the big deal was. So what? She's a model, doesn't matter. "Doesn't change anything, Summer. Now if you'll excuse me class starts soon and I would really like to get there." I smiled at her.

"Mr. Hottie?" She asks. "Are you going to keep calling him that?" I asked her. "Yeah, because he is!" She said matter-of-factly.

"You're right but I'll see you later, okay?" I look at her one last time. "Of course." She smiles. I hope I can trust her. I need to trust her. She's the only person I have to talk to about any of this. This mess I've gotten myself into.

"Taylor." Oliver Trask smiles at me as I sit down next to him at the desk.

"Oliver." I nod coldly. "Where were you yesterday?" He asks quickly. Ryan's sitting at his desk watching our interaction. "I had things to do." I said with a wave of my hand.

"Oh…" He said sounding a little defeated. Ryan cleared his throat and class began. I couldn't help but think about everything that had happened between us. I ran my hand through my hair trying to answer the questions on my paper. Truthfully I couldn't keep my mind on the book in front of me. I nudged Oliver with my elbow. He looked up at me.

"What did you get for question two?" I whispered to him. He let me look over at his paper. "Thanks." I smiled. I couldn't believe I was copying this guys paper. I had never in my life cheated. This wasn't like me. I looked up to see Ryan sitting at his desk. He had seen Oliver touch my arm. I knew he wouldn't care about me looking on Oliver's paper but he did care about any type of touch that went on between me and the guy sitting next to me.

"Taylor, I think you should switch seats with Riley." He pointed to the desk next to mine. I widened my eyes.

"Why?" I ask smiling. "You're too distracted and you're not getting any work done, now please move." He said through gritted teeth. I nodded and Riley and I switched seats. I saw Oliver's face falter as I sat next to some redheaded girl I had never spoken to before.

"Lindsey." She smiled extending her hand to me. "Taylor." I tried to smile back shaking her hand. "Get to work you two." Ryan pointed his pencil at the both of us. I scrunched up my nose and looked down at my paper. I knew Ryan loved it when I made that face.

"Care to explain what that was about?" Ryan asked me after class. He had gotten up and shut his door behind the last student. "What?" I asked innocently sitting on the desk in front of him. "You know what I'm talking about." He snapped a little.

"Oh, Mr. Atwood are we jealous?" I stuck my bottom lip out crossing one of my legs over the other. He glared at me. "That's your permanent seat now." He told me. He was still sitting at his desk looking uncomfortable.

"Why can't I sit next to Oliver?" I asked sweetly. "He likes you so that's not going to happen." I smiled at him. "Now who's the jealous one, hmm? I need to get to my locker before class so I'll see you later." I said hopping off of the desk. "Bye." He waved.

I hated that I had to leave the room without kissing him. It sucked being at school and not being able to touch him well beside our morning 'closet time.'

"Taylor." My mother's voice rang through the house startling me from my spot on the counter. I jumped off pushing the chips I was eating away so she wouldn't find them. The last thing I needed was for her to say something about my eating habits to me.

"Hey mom." I smiled at her. "Hi." She flicked her wrist at me. "What have you been eating?" God, the woman was insane. "Nothing." I choked out. "Taylor, what did I say about junk food?" She put her hands on her hips. "I'm going to my room." I say rushing away from her. I can hear the chip bag being thrown into the garbage.

Whatever. My phone was ringing when I stepped in my room.

"Ryan." I smiled answering. "I take it you looked at the caller ID." He laughed a little. "Of course, what's up?" I ask plopping back on my bed. "Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice." I could tell he was smiling.

"Aww, that's sweet of you. Are you at the hotel?" I asked him wishing he'd invite me over but I know that would probably not be a good idea. People around this town were nosy.

"Yeah, I wish I could see you but I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to come here. You know people talk and stuff." He sounded a little defeated. "You're right but that hasn't stopped us yet." I reminded him. "You're right." And I knew he had given in. I squealed taking the phone off of my ear and grabbing my car keys.

"Where are you going?" My mom is standing in front of me. "Out for a little bit." I told her.

"Fine. Look, tonight I'm having a friend over can you not come home until late?" I couldn't believe this woman was asking me that. The woman who thought I had no friends was wanting to stay out late. "I can manage that." I told her before slipping out of the house.

Ryan was sitting on the hotel bed watching TV. I pulled the sun glasses off of my face and took the hat I was wearing off of my head.

"You made it." He looked up at me "I wouldn't miss this chance to see you." I smiled crawling on the bed and up his body. I laid my head on his chest and he stroked my hair with his hand. "I could just lay here with you forever." I told him. "Me too." He sighed. "Summer knows…" I trailed off. I don't know why I had to tell him. I just felt like he should know that someone knew about us. "Is she…is she going to tell?" He asked nervously. "No. She promised." I told him. He smiled and kissed the top of my head. I was so tired that I had drifted off to sleep right there on top of him. I was probably crushing him but he didn't move the entire time I slept.

"Don't you need to get home?" He asked as I finally woke up three hours later. "No, my mom's got a 'friend' over she wants me to stay out until late." I tell him moving off of him and onto my side snuggling myself into his side. He wrapped his arm around me as I laid my head on his chest. "So…is your son cute?" I looked up into his eyes.

"The cutest…but it just doesn't seem right. You know? I feel like he's not even mine the way Marissa is acting. But he looks like me so I know he is…" He ran his hand through my hair as he sighed. "I see. Is she going to let you see him and everything?" I asked him.

"I guess. She said she'll have to see. She's the one who cheated on me." Well, he had after all cheated on her too. Right? "What do you call you and I? You did the exact same thing she did to you." I remind him. "You're right but…I…it just seems different." He shrugged. I knew what he meant. This felt completely different. I checked the clock on the nightstand an hour later. It read 11 pm.

"I still have a few hours until I can go home…so." I smiled pulling myself back on top of him.

"So what?" He smirked. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." I laughed putting my hands on his chest. He rolled us over so he was on top. "I don't think I do but maybe you could show me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Nope. You'll just have to figure it out on your own." I tried to keep my face serious. Wasn't working. I had burst out laughing. He had started tickling me.

"Stop it!" I cried trying to wiggle away from him. "Not until you tell me what you want me to do to you." He whispered into my ear huskily as I squirmed. "Not going to happen." I said between the giggles that were erupting from me.

"Then I'm not going to stop." He announced. "Ryan!" I tried to give him a stern look. That wasn't working either.

"Is this what you want me to do?" He asked finally took his hand away from my side and lowered it down to in between my thighs.

"Almost." I was able to croak out. "Tell me what I do next." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. He was making me blush. I didn't know what to tell him. I knew what I wanted but to say it was something totally different.

"Right now I want you to take my skirt off of me. I feel too restricted." I told him. He nodded reaching for the zipper on the side of the knee length skirt. It was soon discarded on the floor. "Now what?" He asks me inching his hand towards my panties.

"Now you have to take my shirt off." I smirked. He nodded and crawled up my body a bit to get to the top button of my shirt.