Page 34 of Long Shot

The song changed and Taylor sat inside the paper-mache bathroom. The walls were lined with old queer icons, news articles, and stickers.

This is stupid. She won’t come.Taylor shook her head. It was a silly idea – that Mac could find a way to forgive her after what she’d done. Hell, if Mac couldn’t forgive her, why would she meet Taylor for a secret bathroom rendezvous?

Just as the thought left her mind, the door swung open to a sweaty Mackenzie Bennett. Before anyone could peak inside, Mac slammed the door behind her and slid the lock into place.

For a tense second, the two stared at each other. Their chests rose and fell in sync. Until, Mac crossed the gap between them. She placed her hand behind Taylor’s head, pulling her in. Their lips met with force, almost clacking their teeth together.

But the light pang of pain made Taylor whimper, “Fuck.”

Mac pushed her against the wall. “For the record, I don’t forgive you.” She managed the words between kisses, slipping her tongue between Taylor’s lips each time they met.

Taylor nodded, breathless. “That’s fine. Not what I was looking for.”

Mac’s hand moved up her tight skirt, pulling the fabric of Taylor’s blouse from inside and letting her hands move to Taylor’s skin. Her calloused hands gripped Taylor’s waist, pulling her closer. Mac’s voice turned to a low growl. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Good,” Taylor pulled Mac’s head toward her neck as she whispered into her ear. Her fingers rubbed the freshly shaved undercut. As she shifted, Taylor could feel how wet her center had become, basically dripping.

Mac’s mouth moved off of Taylor’s lips, sloppily kissing down her chin to her jaw and neck. Taylor let her hands run through Mac’s hair, giving it a light tug as Mac sunk her teeth into Taylor’s flesh.

Taylor bit her lip as a moan escaped her lips. “You know what’s wrong with your game?”

Stopping, Mac pulled away and glared at her. “No, and I don’t want to.” Mac planted a kiss on Taylor’s lips, shutting her up.

The force of Mac’s lips against hers made Taylor whimper. Her movements were far more experienced than they had been a decade ago. Taylor clenched her jaw as she tried not to get jealous of all the women Mac must have had over the years.

Taylor’s hand moved down from Mac’s broad shoulders to her exposed chest. Pulling away from Mac’s lips, Taylor brought her mouth to the bare skin. She kissed along the space between Mac’s breasts, her clit throbbing with every tender movement.

“Oh god,” Mac groaned as she let her hand slam into the bathroom wall. Her eyes rolled back as she let Taylor’s red lipstick stain her skin.

Just as Taylor was sinking lower, nearly on her knees, Mac lifted her chin and met her gaze. She brought her fingers to Taylor’s lip.

Looking up at Mac, Taylor raised her eyebrow. It was clear what Mac wanted and Taylor was thrilled to oblige. She opened her mouth and let Mac’s finger slip inside, gently sucked on it. Mac’s head fell back as she felt Taylor’s soft lips, pulling her finger deeper into Tay’s mouth.

“Taylor…” Mac begged.

But a bang came from the door, prompting Taylor to remove Mac’s soaked finger from her mouth. Whoever was outside called out, “Hurry up in there!”

Mac cleared her throat, “Just a second.”

Wiping the corners of her mouth, Taylor fixed her face and hair in the small bathroom mirror. The dim lighting made it hard to clean herself up appropriately.

Taylor turned to look at Mac, her breathing still elevated. “I should…”

“You should go first… easier to not draw attention.” Mac nodded.

Guilt washed over Taylor as she agreed. It wasn’t a position she wanted to put Mac in again, to hide and sneak around. But she couldn’t stop herself from feeling drawn to her. She might spend the rest of her life wondering what would have happened.

After a second, Taylor tucked her blouse back into her short skirt and grabbed the door handle. “My number’s still the same, if you want to talk.”

Mac nodded, looking from her Chelsea boots up to Taylor’s crystal eyes. “Happy Pride, Taylor.”

Shaking her head, Taylor winked and opened the door. She ducked her head to avoid the prying glances of the other patrons. The last thing she needed was anyone seeing her leave a bathroom with Mackenzie Bennett.

As she reached the bar’s exit, Taylor turned around and saw Mac leaving the bathroom. Even from this far away, Taylor’s body responded to Mac. She was even more stunning than she had been when they were younger, stepping into her confidence in an unbelievably sexy way.

She waved goodbye to the bouncer and stepped into the hot Brooklyn night. A warm breeze hit her face, calming the pink flush that had taken over her face. Her phone buzzed from her pocket. It was a text from a contact labeled: MB<3

I still have yours, do you still have mine?

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