Free Make Me Yours by Alla Kar

back to me, my cheeks growing warm. Taylor’s hand flops over me, moving me closer to his front. Definitely hard.
       My eyes pop open. Taylor’s morning wood is pressed into my ass. I fight the urge to be utterly turned on by it. I’m not supposed to be in this predicament. I’m supposed to be in the spare bedroom. Scratch that, in my bed with Mittens at home. I’ve lost my dignity. I came with Taylor’s fingers inside me, making me look at him. I roll my eyes. Fuck, I do the stupidest stuff when I’m horny.
       Lifting my weight from the bed, I try and ease out of Taylor’s death-like grasp. He doesn’t let go, not even a little. “Trying to pull a morning run on me, woman?” his muffled voice comes from close behind me.
       “Morning runs happen when you have sex the night before.” I shift so I can look over at him. Bad idea. His hair is muffled against his forehead, his smile is lazy and I can’t help but remember the morning wood he has going on underneath the covers.
       Taylor smiles. “Or come,” he whispers.
       I huff and try and hide my heated cheeks. “Don’t be ashamed, Lay. I wanted to make you come. The look on your face is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
       I press my lips together to keep from smiling. “Doubt that, but thanks for the effort.” I smile and sit up. His room is mostly bare, a bed, TV, a dresser and that’s about it. There are no pictures on the wall, photos, trophies or anything. I furrow my brow. “Where are your things?”
       Taylor sits up on his elbow and cocks a pierced eyebrow. “What do you mean? This is it. You’re sleeping in my bed. That’s my dresser, there is my TV…catch the drift?”
       I shake my head. “Where are your pictures?”
       Taylor’s face twist into a painful glance, but he replaces it quickly. He taps his temple. “Photographic memory. Why would I need pictures? I know what people look like.”
       Odd. I have pictures of Dad, Mom and myself all around my room. It’s normal. Why doesn’t he have at least one? “Stop overthinking things, Lay.”
       I shrug and stop when I see the door burst open. “Rise and shine…Ah!” Cindy yells, throwing her hands in the air. A pile of folded clothes now lies on Taylor’s floor. “What the fuck…” she shakes her head back and forth in an effort to exit the room.
       Brett comes up behind Cindy . “Oh…our bad,” he says.
       Oh fuck, they think we’ve been screwing . “No!” I yell. “We haven’t!” I grab my burning face with my hands.
       Cindy is as pale as a ghost, but when Taylor throws his head back laughing, she winks at me. Nasty ass . “So, we were just bringing you some clothes, Lay. Is there anyway, I could see you in the bathroom really quick? I had to ask you a question about rent.”
       I know it’s a lie. Hell, everyone does. I toss back the covers and quickly cover myself back up. “Why are my pants off?” I ask.
       Brett snorts. “Normally they have to come off, Layla.”
       I give him a go to hell look. “Could everyone just exit the room, besides Cindy, please?”
       “Are you kicking me out of my own room?”
       I nod. “Yes, get the hell out.”
       He smiles and stands up, unashamed that he has a major hard-on. He walks out chatting with Brett like everything is peachy.
       Cindy floods to the bed, and starts sniffing where he was lying. “God, he smells delicious.”
       I pop the back of her head. “Stop being fucking gross, Cindy.”
       She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. “So, tell me, is he hung like a donkey? He is, isn’t he? He just looks like he can deliver some cock.”
       “Who talks like this?” I ask, shaking my head. “I don’t know the answer to those questions, because we haven’t had sex.”
       Cindy gasps, placing the back of her hand against my forehead. “Are you feverish? Because, your pants are off right now.”
       I almost laugh. I stand up and