| Adventures in babysitting |
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| Talk about adventures in babysitting... let me tell ya! You're not gonna believe this one! I'd been babysitting for a few years now, earning money to kick around town with my friends and saving up for my car... you know, the usual. Well, I don't want to brag or anything, but I had a good reputation amongst most of the parents in the neighborhood. I was always getting new referals. The plus side was that I actually liked kids. Some day I hope to be a teacher, I think of this as just early training. Anyways, what happened was this... the buzz about was that someone famous was moving in, over at that place at the end of that long spooky road near Tammy's house, yeah, that one. Well, we all thought it was cool until they put up that gate. See, we used to dare each other to walk the length of that road, at night, alone. The kicker was that they had to bring back an apple from the tree in the back of the house. Let me tell you, that was a scarey road to walk. Dark, no lights at all, bare trees and weird noises. I always felt like someone was watching me... just really creepy. I ran the whole way, but I got the apple! I wasn't about to wimp out. We all did it, sort of as an initiation into our little circle of friends. But when they put up the gate, and the construction workers started going in and out every day for months... well, then we knew our rite of passage thingy was over with for good. Then it wasn't so fun to think we were going to have someone famous so close. As it turned out, it was only Hanson anyways. Geez, what a let down. It would have been really cool of it were like Brad Pitt or somebody. Now that is a celebrity! Hanson? Please. Just another boy band who's going to get ousted when real music comes back to kick pop's ass in. Perhaps I was too hasty to judge... let me tell you what happened in the fall of 2001... I had just gotten home from the library, I had a paper due on the civil war. Mom and Dad were still at work and due to come home anytime. I grabbed a cream soda from the fridge, and plopped down in front of the tv to watch mtv and do my homework. I had just cracked the books and started writting my essay when the phone rang. I was going to let the machine get it, but I decided I shouldn't be so lazy. I ran out to the kitchen to grab the phone just before the machine would pick it up. "Hello?" "HI! Is this the residence of Clairese Winters?" "This is she, may I ask who's calling?" "Oh, good, I've found you. My name's Diana and I was told by Kathleen Somes that you sometimes babysit?" "I do. And what can I do for you?" "Well, I normally wouldn't do this, but it's such short notice that I couldn't get any of the regular sitters we use. Would it at all be possible for you to sit for me tonight? I promise to make it worth your while." She sounded so desperate, nice, but desperate. My Dad came in the front door just then, his tie askew and weary in the eyes. He works so hard. "One moment please." "Sure." "Dad!" I hissed. He traipsed into the kitchen, poking his head into the fridge. "Mmm kitten?" "Is it ok if I babysit for someone new tonight? She sounds like she really needs someone. Mrs. Somes refered her." "I suppose I can run you over. You won't be out too late will you? You have school tomarrow." "Probably not. I'll take my homework with me." He thought about it for a moment and nodded as he popped the top off a tupperware bowl and sniffed it. He made a terrible face and quickly went to wash it down the garbage disposal. "Just get her name, number, and address. We wouldn't want your Mom to think we went a.w.o.l." "Verry funny Dad!" "Hi, me again. My dad says sure as long as it won't be too late, school tomarrow and all you know." "Oh, sure, sure, I understand. No, we shouldn't be too late. Back before midnight." "Great! Now, if I can just get your name, number, and address..." "Oh! How silly of me... My name is Diana, Diana Hanson, and I live over..." "I know where it is. You live near my friend Tammy." "Oh, well good." She sounded a bit off. "I'm not a fan or anything, like I said, you live next to my friend Tammy." I tried to assure her. "Ok then, good enough." She sounded relieved actually. I got her number, with strict orders that I was not to give it out. I assured her that it was for my parents only. Incase of an emergency, they had to be able to reach me since I didn't have a car and all. She seemed ok with that. I packed up my books, scribbled a note to Mom, and jumped in the car with Dad. Well, this was going to be interesting. We rode over in silence. When we got to the gate Dad just looked at me. "They have it to keep out the fans. Just press the buzzer and tell her we're here." He shrugged and rolled down the window. Leaning way out, he pressed his thumb down on the button. A few moments later a voice crackled over the speaker. "Yes?" "Rich and Clairese Winters... she's here to babysit." "Come on up." He sounded none too thrilled, whoever he was. Driving up the road wasn't as scarey as walking it. The house on the other end was larger then it used to be. Evidence that the construction workers had earned their pay. It still didn't look too fancy though. We got out of the car and rang the bell. Standing on the step we looked at eachother. He gave me a small smile. Then the door opened. A really tall dark haired guy filled the doorway. He smiled. That was a relief. "You must be Clairese. Come on in, we're almost ready to go." He stuck his hand out to my Dad. "Walker Hanson. We really appreciate this, really short notice and all." He smiled at me. "Rich Winters." Then Walker took my hand. "I really don't mind. I'm happy to do it." I smiled politely. A woman with really long blonde hair hurried into the room with a little girl, head full of blonde curls. She smiled at me, I returned it and gave the little one a smile as well. "I'm Diana So good of you to help us out on such short notice.'" "That's ok. Not like I have a social life or anything." I joked. We all laughed. "And you must be the Dad, Rich was it?" She stuck out her hand. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Hanson." "Oh, Diana, please." A tall girl with long blonde hair breezed into the room. "Ready Mom." "Clairese, this is my oldest daughter Jess. We're going to her recital tonight. Ike and Zac have gone to a game, Avie will come with us, as well as Zoe here, Tay has a date in an hour or so. I suggest you try to steer clear of him. Ever since his girlfriend broke up with him, he's been unbearable. The only one here that's to be tended to is Mac. The poor dear has gotten ill and I just can't bring him out in the cold air. Don't worry about him though. He's had his medication, it's made him quite sleepy. He'll most likely sleep the whole time. He needs another dose if he wakes up before nine. I left it and the directions next to the fridge with the list of numbers if you need anything. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen" I nodded. Taking it all in. "Well, I guess you'll be ok then. I'll head home and you call if you need us dear." My father said, laying his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks Dad." "We'll bring her home so you won't have to make another trip tonight." Walker offered. "Thanks. Nice meeting you all." My Dad smiled. "We'll head out too, hold on a minute and we'll open the gate for you. Avie! Get down here! We're going to be late!" Walker smiled sheepishly at us. He had a very booming voice. From somewhere upstairs a girls voice called out. "Dad! Tell Tay to give me back my earphones!" "Jordan Taylor Hanson! Stop torturing your little sister and give them back! We're going to be late!" Diana's voice was very athoritive, and effective too for shortly a young girl, another blonde, bounded down the stairs with a cd player and earphones in hand. "Everybody ready then? Let's go girls." Walker herded them towards the door. With a wave to them all I watched them disappear down the long dark scarey road. Then I closed the door, locking it. I sighed. Easy job. Dragging my backpack along with me I headed off in search of the kitchen to scope out the list of numbers, Mac's medicine, and what there was to eat. I hadn't had supper yet and I was starved. I tossed my bag to the table and read through the list. Then I went over the medicine instructions. Easy enough. I decided I'd better check on the tyke before I stuffed my face and got down to that boring civil war essay. I headed back to the entrence hall and quietly took the stairs. When I got to the top I had no idea where to go. I headed off to the right, hoping I'd hit the right room eventually. The first door I came to was a girls room, all pinks and purples. Next was a bathroom, then what looked like an office. I tried the other side of the hall. A room with a kingsized bed, everything neat. Obviously Walker and Diana's room. I tried the other end of the hallway. One room had it's door closed, the light from under the door and the hint of music from within told me someone was in there. I decided to skip that room. Another bathroom, an empty room with a big ass tv and a guitar laying on a comfy looking couch. By process of elimination, that left me with the last door having to be that of Mac's room. I pushed open the door quietly as it stood half open. I'd found the ellusive Mac. He was fast asleep all tangled in his sheets. He was adorable too even though his cheeks were flushed and his hair sweaty. I crept over to the bed, reaching out to smooth back his hair. His forehead was very warm, but he wasn't burning up. That was good. I straightened his blankets and tucked him back in all neat so he would be more comfortable. I smiled down at him and left him to sleep in peace. Back to the kitchen I raided the cupboards. I had just sat down to a sandwich and a soda with my books open on the table when I heard a throat clear. I looked up, and was in the presence of a God! Lean and tall, piercing blue eyes and a sexy bed head look of blonde hair, this guy was just oozing sex, except for the snotty look on his face. "Hi, I'm Claire. I'm babysitting for Mac tonight." I gave him a bright smile. He still looked sour. I tried again. "And you are?" "Right." He snorted. I did not like his rude attitude and I let him know as much. "Well then I take it you must be Taylor. Your Mom said you were cranky. I guess she was right on the money." He huffed and stomped off to the fridge. He yanked it open and pulled out a water bottle then stomped out of the room with out another word to me. "Asshole." I said under my breath. I went back to my homework and sandwich. I was half way through my rough draft for my essay, my soda drained and nothing left to my sandwich but crumbs. "MOM!" I jumped up from the table and ran up the stairs. The poor little guy was awake and his voice sounded really scratchy and scared. I hurried into the room, quickly going to his side as he leaned over the side of the bed. I grabbed the nearby trashcan just in time for he then promptly threw up. The door slammed open the rest of the way. I looked up as I held Mac's forehead and he leaned on me for support, retching into the trashcan. Wide wild eyes and dripping wet, there stood a nearly naked Taylor in nothing but a towel. I would have loved to stare more, but I was kinda busy right then. He didn't move to help, only stood there in the doorway, watching his sick little brother. Thankfully Mac had emptied his stomach and relaxed against my chest. His eyes closed in exhaustion and he swallowed hard, like it hurt to do so. His little voice cracked painfully when he found the strength to speak. "You're not my Mom. Where's my Mom? Tay? Where's Mom?" I stroked his forehead, soothing his fears. I whispered to him gently. "I'm Claire. Your Mom and Dad and the girls went to Jess's recital. I'm here to take care of you." He looked up at me so pittifully then. Tears shone in his eyes and his lip quivered. "I want my Mom..." He chocked. Taylor hurried to the bed, quickly wrapping his brother up in a hug against his wet chest as he took him from my embrace. He rocked him a bit, like one would a baby to soothe it when collicy. He rubbed his back, and stroked his hair, softly humming under his breath. Mac clung to him tightly until his sobs abated. I was touched that this man could be so caring toward his little brother. It surprized me a bit, especially after the attitude he'd given me earlier. I gingerly touched his arm to get his attention. I whispered, so I wouldn't upset the boy again. "Would you stay with him for a bit. I'm going to get him something and take care of this." I said, holding up the trashcan. He nodded over the boys head, still rocking him a bit and a soft song washing over his lips. I gave him a genuine smile and left the room. I went to the nearest bathroom, still steamy and humid from where Taylor had obviously been pulled out of the shower by that scared cry from his brother. I cleaned out the trashcan, setting it aside to dry. I washed my hands, smiling as I rinsed out the sink, still lined with whiskers and bits of shaving cream.This bathroom smelled very manly, like cologne. but it wasn't just one scent though. I saw four of everything and realized that it was the bathroom that the brothers used. That was a new concept for me, I was an only child, I only shared a bathroom with my parents. I dried my hands on the towel that lay on the counter and headed for the kitchen. I got Mac some crackers, after a fair bit of searching, and I got him a juice box and a bottle of water. In my searches for the crackers I came across a stash of candy. I picked him out a few lollypops and headed back up the stairs with all of that and his medicine. Taylor was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over his brother who was now stretched out and sleepy looking. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the right brother. I mean, hello! Taylor was sitting there in nothing but a towel, legs spread and torso turned as he leaned a hand on the bed, the other one rubbing Mac's tummy. The light glinted off the wet drops that clung to him like jewels. I may not have been a fan of their music, but I knew a gorgeous man when I saw one! I remember them when that stupid song of theirs made them popular... back then he looked like a girl! Trust me, he is not a girl... he's all man. Quietly I lay my load on the dresser next to the door and went back to the bathroom for the wastecan, incase he needed it again and for a wet wash cloth. "Hey. Feeling any better little man?" "Not much." He whined. "Well, I brought you some things." I told him as I set the waste can back down and sat gingerly on the other side of the bed. "Like what?" Ever the curious kid that most boys were like. I had to smile. "Well, I brought you a wet wash cloth, nice and cold." I said gently as I softly washed his face. I lay it over his forehead to let him feel the coolness. "And, I brought you some juice. I thought it could fill your empty tummy without making it hurt." "Grape?" He asked weakly hopefully. I nodded. He smiled. "Here, take a sip." I urged after opening it for him. He took the box gratefully. "I know you're not going to like the next thing I brought for you, but your mom said you needed another dose of medicine if you woke up before nine." He cringed, but didn't protest. "Open wide." I said softly as I spooned it in. He made a horrific face and swallowed it down. taking a sip of his juice soon after. I smiled knowingly. "And because you are such an excellent patient..." I pulled the lollypops out of my back pocket and his eyes lit up. I chuckled. "What kind do you want first? Only one now, then you have to get some more rest." I told him firmly. He nodded and reached for the blue one. "Cotton candy." He informed me pulling the treat from between his lips with a grin. I laughed a bit and got up from the bed. I placed the water bottle next to his bed with the wash cloth and the waste can. "If you need anything else, you call me." I told him. "I'll be right acros the hall bud." Taylor said softly, his big hand tenderly stroking Mac's hot cheek. "Ok Tay. Thanks Claire. I like you." Mac said as fact. I smiled at him and picked up a comic book from the floor, handing it to him. "I like you too Mac." He smiled and settled in as I left the room, the wet wonder behind me. I headed for the stairs, going back to the kitchen for my homework and to return his medicine. A heavy hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned around to face a very tall and sheepish looking Taylor in a towel. "I'm sorry for before. I guess I've been in a really bad mood lately and I took it out on everyone. Please say you'll forgive me? Can we start over?" I smiled up at him. "Hi! I"m Claire. I'm babysitting Mac." He laughed, it was like music and I was sure I would blush soon. "I'm Tay, pleased to meet you Claire." He said, taking my hand. He had strong hands. We laughed softly together. He didn't let go though. "Why don't you bring your homework up here and use the lounge? That way you won't have to run up and down the stairs if Mac needs you." He offered, his eyes going to the room that housed a very large television at the end of the hall. What he said made sense, so I nodded. He smiled and let go of my hand. "Maybe I should go and get dressed now..." He joked. I grinned at him and headed down the stairs. I gathered up my books and things, grabbing a soda from the fridge and taking one of the lollypops I'd found too. I popped it into my mouth as I went back up the stairs. I settled in on the couch, my books laid out before me on the coffeetable that I had to clear off first. It was evident that guys used this room all too often. Empty coffee cups, a video game and a stack of papers and a multitude of pencils and pens, even a candle... guys are such slobs. I heard the phone ring and I wondered if I had time to find it or if Taylor would get it. It didn't ring for long so I assumed he had gotten it. I went back to work. Mac was quiet and I had dived back into my homework when I heard a noise behind me. I looked up briefly to watch Taylor walk across the room and sort through some papers. He put that stack down and looked through another. He huffed then rifled through a third set of papers to be found. He grumbled a bit and I had to smile. He was even gorgeous when he was frustereated. "Loose something?" I asked casually. He threw the stack of papers back on the table disgustedly. "Yeah. Have you seen anything that had a score on it and the lyrics written in red?" He asked hopefully. I pointed to a pile of papers on the other side of the couch that I had cleared from the coffee table. He sighed in relief and hurried to them. He scanned them quickly and pulled one from the stack. He looked it over, eyes flicking over the page and an adorable pout that settled naturally on his lips. He looked up suddenly and nearly caught me staring. "Thanks." He said with a smile. I smiled back and pretended to go back to work. He grabbed the guitar that had been laying there and I found it odd. I may not have been a fan, but at one time they were wildly popular and I knew he was the keyboard player because I can't count the number of times I'd had to sit through that video on Mtv. Mmmbop. What a stupid name for a song. I got brave and decided to ask the question that peaked my curiosity. "You play?" I hadn't meant it to sound incredulous, but it did. As if the possibility was perposterous. He was after all making a damned good living from his music. He therefore had to be a musician. Why should he not learn to play something more then the piano. "I do. Ike taught me. I'm nowhere as good as he is, but I'm playing some on our upcomming album." He said all proud and chest puffed up. I stifled a giggle at his braggarts stance. "Well good for you." I said as if I were congratulating a child on a good grade. I inwardly rolled my eyes at myself. What the hell was the matter with me? 'Talk down to him and he won't ever notice you you dope!' I told myself. I cringed when he smirked. "You're not a fan huh?" "I'm afraid not. Sorry. I'm just not really into the whole pop- boyband thing." His perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised and I thought I could now die happy. Damnit he was gorgeous! He was so sexy, how the hell did he keep the women from jumping his bones? Beat them off with a stick? "So I guess you've never heard any of our other songs besides Mmmbop have you?" "'Fraid not. Sorry." "No biggie." He shrugged. I thought it big of him not to be offended. I decided to try to keep the conversation going. Just to keep him in the room so I could have an excuse to look at him if for nothing else. "So, still trying to catch that ellusive second gold record huh?" He chuckled. "Actually, we have quite a few of those, we're still trying for a second platinum album. But if we don't, no skin off our nose. We just do what we like." He shrugged. I was dumbfounded. Several gold records? Second platinum album? What the hell? What had they ever done besides that annoying song where he looked like a girl in the video? "Sorry. I didn't realize." I said lamely. "You're not a fan. Why would you?" It seemed so logical the way he said it. "You know, most guys in your position would have been offended." "I'm not most guys." "I can see that. But doesn't it ever get on your nerves? I mean, all the disrespect and everything." I knew that lots of people openly bashed them. Called them gay and said they played kiddie pop. Surely they had to notice this. "I don't let it bother me. Can't please everyone. I just do it because it's who I am." Now he had me more then curious. "So what exactly do you do?" He laughed. "Well I can tell you one thing. My voice changed. I don't sound like a chipmunk anymore when I sing." I had to laugh, he had a great sense of humor. "Well that's always a good thing." "And I like to think I can play better after more years under my belt." I had to force myself not to let my eyes drift to the actual 'below his belt.' I nodded. "But what I'm most proud of is that I think my writing is getting better. I'm not so anal about writting with other people besides my brothers. I've gotten over that whole 'if it isn't pure Hanson it isn't Hanson enough' deal. I'm almost ashamed to say that that is only a recent discovery though. I was talking to Carol, she told me she used to have the same hangup. It made me sit back and really think. I mean, if one of the greatest writters of her generation could get over it, then why couldn't I? Right?" I was lost. I'm sure my face showed just that for he laughed. "Sorry. You probably didn't understand a bit of that did you?" "No. No, I got some of it." I shook my head. "I understand about the writting with others. I didn't know you guys wrote most of your stuff. But, who the hell is Carol?" I laughed. So did he. "King." I stopped laughing. Now I was stunned. "You know Carol King?" "Not very well. We jus wrote some songs with her is all." He shrugged like it was nothing. I now had a whole new respect for him and his music. "Whoa..." He chuckled. "I take you you like Carol's stuff." "That's an understatement!" He laughed again and sat on the arm of the couch. Now we were getting somewhere. "So tell me what's she like? I bet she's a real peach." His eyes lit up at my enthusiasm. "She's a real lady. Very classy, but still so down to earth. She was really easy to talk to. She makes you feel like your the only person in the room." Then he chuckled. "She even can be raucous. I'll never forget her and Zac going at it. She told him a dirty joke and he laughed so hard I though he was gonna piss himself!" I roared with laughter, just that picture of her was precious. Then he turned to me, putting his feet up on the couch seat. "Don't you have a date to get ready for?" "She called and said she has to work late. Why, are you trying to get rid of me?" He lauged, I smiled. "No. I just didn't want you to be late. You don't have to entertain me you know, I'm a big girl now and I can find stuff to do." "But I'm an entertainer. That's what I do." He joked. "Very funny, really though you don't have to." "I want to." He said softer, sliding down onto the couch beside me. He reached forward, brushing an eye lash from my cheek. His touch was electric. I habe no idea what posesed me to do it, but I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his cheek. "Thank you." I whispered. He was holding his breath, he let it go slowly before he spoke. "For what? It was just an eyelash..." His voice was soft and he was staring at my mouth. I licked my dry lips. "Not that really, for talking to me like a human, for not giving me a hassle..." "I'm really sorry about before you know, I don't know why I take out my bad moods on everyone else. But the way you were taking care of Mac, and you didn't even know him and he accepted you being there even though you were a stranger... well you just had a calming effect on him and I admired that.It made me realize that you weren't just another pretty face." I was shell shocked. Did he just say I was pretty? He must have, for then his hand was cupping my jaw gently and he leaned forward, the heat in the air was stifling yet I couldn't seem to catch my breath. He kissed me. It was a soft kiss, tender and tasting. He pulled back, looking into my eyes to see if I were going to slug him or recipricate. I chose to return the favor. I leaned back in and kissed him this time. He sighed and his lips parted for his tongue to dart out and lap at my lips. Gently he begged entrence and I allowed him into my mouth, our tongues gently caressing one another. His hand reached around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I scooted forward even more, pressing against his amazing body, loveing the way it felt so hard next to mine. The kiss deepened and grew, his hands wandering over me as mine decided to take residence in his soft hair. His mouth trailed tender touches down my throat and I moaned a bit when he nipped at my neck. The kisses were getting more and more desperate and I was craving more of him then just his kiss. When he pulled away form me for a breath I latched onto his neck firmly, sucking hard. He groaned, his hands sliding to my ass and pulling me onto his lap and onto his erection. Now I knew that I was going to need more of him then a few measley kisses and a grope. I smoothed my hand down his chest between us and found his hand as he gripped my hip and lay me back against the couch. My legs parted and I guided his hand under my shirt and over my breast as he settled between my legs. I could feel his hardened manhood pressing against my hot center. I ground my hips against him and he wimpered. I reached to unbuttom his shirt, he didn't protest. I pushed it off his shoulders and he shrugged out of it and threw it over the back of the couch. He bent again to kiss me, his hands immediately setting to the task of undoing my buttons as I tugged the hem of my shirt out of my jeans. He lay open my shirt, his hands kneading the firm mounds of my breasts. He popped the front hook of my bra and I thought his touch would seer me as he shoved the lacey cups aside, his fingers stroking over the soft skin of my breasts. Right away his head fell to my chest, his fingers teasing one nipple as he lapped and sucked at the other. I arched my back, trying to get closer to the fabulous feelings shooting through my body. He ground his erection against me and I cried out with want. He looked up at me. "Please?" "Ohhh yes, gawd yes. I need to feel you inside of me." I nearly begged. He growled at the thought of it and popped open the snap of my jeans. I helped him, reaching for his zipper. I sat up, sliding the shirt and bra from my arms and throwing them over the back of the couch. He tugged my jeans down over my hips, encourageing me to lift up my ass so he could slide them off. I'd kicked of my shoes when I sat down so he just whipped my jeans off my legs and left them to crumple against the floor. In an instant his fingers were crawling inside my panties as I was tugging down his jeans and boxers. "Jesus baby you're so wet already..." He tore at my underware and I could hear the lace rip a bit as he pulled them from my body. I really didn't care as I took his big hard cock in hand. He moaned, thrusting his hips forward as I fisted him. He had to have been the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I'd never done anything like this before... he just did something to me that I couldn't resist his temptation. He slid my panties off my ankless, tossing them behind himself over his shoulder. I had to laugh as they hung precariously off a lampshade. We were such a bad cliche. He spread my legs apart more, his fingers running up and down my slit making me shiver as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a condom.That pout of his was driving me insane. I loved it! I tried to wait patiently as he opened it and put it on. I pulled him forward by his prick, guiding him directly to my aching need. His eyes found mine when I felt just the head of his manhood resting against my entrence. He leaned down a bit from above me, his lips brushing mine. "Thank you." He breathed, then slowly sank his length into me. Now I knew what it felt like to be complete. He was perfect. A slow strong rhythm pushed at me, making me insane at how blissful I felt. His every stroke was met with equal enthusiasm with my hips as we rocked together on the leather of the couch. There were things his body was doing to mine that I didn't even know existed. The way he touched me and kissed me. It was as if we had been loovers for years. It was a sudden impact when I came the first time. From out of nowhere I was jolted by the intensity of an orgasm like I'd never known before. He groaned and thrust at me more intensely. His need growing insatiable then. His pace quickened and he got rougher. He began to pound into me and I thought my sanity would shatter at how good it felt. "Tay... I'm close again... make me cum... please!" I nearly begged as he rivoted me to the soft leather. His body stabbed at mine and I could feel him swelling inside me. He was so close to release I could taste it. "Fuck yeah baby!" He growled, hip lip curled as he stared into my eyes with such furiosity that I couldn't help it when I tumbled over the edge a second time, this time bringing him along with me. The room was spinning and my eyes closed as I swallowed hard, waves of nirvana rippling through me as his hard body pressed against me, his steel hard rod jerking and spasming inside my aching hole. He growled animalisticly as his teeth grazed the skin of my neck. I moaned like a whore it felt so good. He gave me a last shove of his hips, a little grunt of satisfaction dropping from his lips. Then he lay against me, his sweat slicked body covering mine as we tried to catch our breath. The room suddenly came alive with two deep voices breaking into our slice of heaven. In mere seconds reality shattered my world of peace, sucking me back into the present. "Whoa... sorry dude... didn't know you were... uhhh... busy..." My eyes widened frightenly as I looked to Tay for a clue as to what to do. He rolled his eyes and his head slumped forward onto my chest. He heaved a sigh and pushed away from my body as my hands went to cover my breasts instinctively. He looked over the back of the couch, his hips still cradled between my legs. He pulled me up a bit to look over the back of the couch as well. Two tall blonde men were standing uncomfortably in the doorway. Tay spoke, a bit miffed. "Zac... Ike... this is Claire. She's babysitting Mac." Then we all realized the absurdity of the situation with his words. Four grins and four hearty laughs appeared. Then a little raspy voice called out. "Claire! I'm gonna be sick again!" My eyes got wide and we all laughed again as Zac quickly lef tthe room in my stead and Isaac walked away shaking his head. Tay looked at me, his grin wide as he pressed his forehead to mine, pecking my nose. "I think happy hour is over." He chuckled. I laughed and gave him a proper kiss before I got up to dress and tend to Mac. Babysitting had never been such an adventure. He watched me leave the room, his eyes dark and grin wicked. "I've got a call to make." He said to himself but clearly loud enough for me to hear. I smiled as I walked out the door, that was one date destined to be broken. |