Page 10 of Revive

I oblige.

It’s probably been nine or ten months since I’ve seen her, but this definitely feels like the first time. I’m not sure if it’s because the environment is different, and the interaction isn’t fuelled with tension, but I’m finding it difficult to keep my eyes focused on only her face. Stepping forward, I make my way to her.

Taylah’s never hidden the fact she finds me attractive, and as my strides get wider and the distance between us shortens, I let the gorgeous girl with desire in her eyes inflate my ego.

Holding her seductive pose, she radiates confidence. My large frame envelops her, an arm on either side of her thighs; her expression refusing to waver at my closeness.

“So you’re still crazy, I see.”

The slightest hint of a dimple in her cheek appears as a small sensual smirk graces her face. “Me?” she questions dramatically, pressing her hand to the middle of her chest.

I raise an eyebrow at her antics, and she leans forward, bringing her mouth closer to my ear. “I prefer pandemonium in the flesh.”

Her voice, those words, they travel straight to my dick. She knows what she wants, and after years of indecision, is there anything sexier than a woman who owns everything she is and makes you want it? “How about this?” I pull back and let my fingers discreetly graze her covered thighs. Her eyes follow the trail before we both look up at one another cravingly. “You can call me sexy twin, and I’ll call you crazy.”

“If you fuck as good as you look, you can call me anything.”

She continues to stun me into silence. I have had my fair share of women throw themselves at me, but this isn’t like that. It’s not fake or attention seeking. There’s no playing hard to get, mixed signals, or a worry about consequences. “Do you mean it, or do you say that shit for shock value?”

“Ha. There’s always shock value, but it isn’t intentional, it’s just who I am.”

“So, you want to fuck?” I study her face as the last word leaves my mouth, looking for a sliver of doubt or surprise, but she doesn’t miss a beat.

“Are you offering?”

“Umm, should we come back?” Emerson’s high-pitched voice breaks the spell, and we both turn to see her and Jagger in the doorway.

“If you don’t mind us christening your house before you do, then yes, come back in a couple of hours,” Taylah’s responding to Emerson, but her eyes don’t leave mine, and her smart mouth moves just for me.

“Hours?” Jagger scoffs. “Drix can’t last that long.” Straightening up, I turn away from Taylah and look at the two amused faces staring at us. Taking a deep breath, I give myself a small window of reprieve. A moment where I’m not thinking about taking her up on her offer and imagining us fucking in every room of Jagger’s new place.

“Fuck you,” I jest.

“While this thing between you all” —Emerson’s hands gesture between the three of us— “us very entertaining, can you continue it later? The four of us are going to IKEA.”

“Really, Em? You know that place scares me.” Taylah hops off the kitchen counter, walks around me and plops her body on a piece of the dismantled couch. “You can only enter and exit one way. What’s their fire safety plan, huh?”

“Don’t worry Taylah, Drix will carry you,” Jagger goads.

She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes. “Promise?”

Rolling my eyes, I stick my hand out for her to hold. “Come on, stop being so dramatic. There won’t be a fire.”

“I can’t help it.” She takes my hand. “Crazy and drama are cousins. And since—”

“You’re crazy. I get it.” I catch Jagger grinning like a smart arse, and I flip him the bird knowing very well what he’s thinking. “Let’s go,” I say to nobody in particular. “I’m driving.”

“Shotgun,” Taylah shouts.

Yep. She’s fucking crazy.

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“Babe,do we really need two of these trolleys?” Jagger asks Emerson, pushing one in my direction and grabbing another one for himself.

“Yes, we need the extra one for Dakota’s room. I want to make sure she has all the necessities before she comes over.”

“She’s coming over tomorrow.”

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