Playing With Fire.

"Yeah, touch her and I'll rip your arm off," Matt said jokingly. "Yeah, I'll take something to drink if you're heading that way," he told her. He turned to watch as Taylor walked into the house, smirking when she wiggled her hips. She obviously knew he was watching, that's why she did that. When she approached him with a beer, Matt reached out to grab one, pouting when she jerked it back. "I'll get you my credit card later," he said with a smirk. Not surprisingly, he was immediately rewarded with a slap on the chest. "Ow hey, I was kidding!" he shouted. "How about a kiss, then? Would that work?" Matt pushed himself out of the pool far enough to press a kiss to Taylor's lips, plucking the beer from her hands as he sunk back into the pool.

"This was such a good way to spend the evening, you know?" Matt asked, taking a sip of his beer. "We should do it again sometime soon. But next time one of you fuckers is hosting."

"But your pool is bigger!" Jimmy whined. "And I'm too lazy to grill anything except for hot dogs."

Taylor gave a roll of her eyes, laughing as she shook her head, looking toward Jimmy. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she took a sip of her beer. "It's a good thing that Matt still has two very capable hands whether here or at your house," she called out, unable to contain her giggle. She bit down on her lip as she turned back toward Matt, raising an eyebrow as she tried to seem serious. "Isn't that right?" Taylor asked, scrunching her face up a bit. Laughing as Brian catcalled, she flipped him off.

"Shall we go get our own room?" Taylor faux-whispered as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against Matt's. She didn't really care if everyone stayed after they retreated to their room, it wouldn't be the first and it likely wouldn't be the last. Matt and his associates truly were a family. It had taken awhile but eventually, Taylor had learned that.

"Unless you'd rather stay down here and play with your friends.." Taylor trailed off, leaning away from him as she grinned. She studied him as she lifted her beer to her lips, her eyes locked with his.

"Hey fuck that, I'm not cooking shit at anyone's house but mine," Matt said, grinning. His grin turned to a smirk as he caught on to Taylor's innuendo, joining her in flipping Brian off when he catcalled them. "Right," he said, giving Taylor a wink. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Taylor suggest that they head off to their room, but he wasn't going to turn the idea down. Everyone had been here for several hours and had had their fill of food and beer, they would all be fine to go home. Especially since it seemed like the other women were more than ready to head home and relax.

"You two go on inside and have fun, it's about time we got all of these drunken idiots home, anyway," Leanna said, smacking Jimmy on the shoulder.

Matt looked at Taylor, playfully wiggling his eyebrows. It looked like the two of them would have all the privacy they needed without having to worry about the others lingering outside while they went up to their room. Playing the part of a good host, Matt showed his friends to the door, telling each of them goodbye before shutting the door behind them and locking it. He turned around to Taylor with a sly smirk. "So, still want to get our own room?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Taylor followed behind everyone into the house, a towel wrapped loosely around her waist. A lopsided grin on her features, Taylor waved goodbye to everyone as they filed out. She rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh when Brian looked back to her and grinned, nodding toward Taylor and Matt. When Matt finally closed the door and turned to her, she wasn't able to ignore the curl in the pit of her stomach at the look on Matt's face. He was obviously seeking the same thing she was.

"Our own room?" Taylor echoed as she raised an eyebrow. She straightened a bit, letting the towel fall from her body. There was a slight chill in the air but she was sure that it would be no time at all before she was warming up. "Why? Is there no where else suitable?" She teased as she ran a hand over the arm of the couch, tiptoing backward. She glanced behind her, motioning with her chin toward the kitchen table.

"I guess if you really want the bedroom, that works, too." Taylor finished with a shrug of her shoulders.

When Taylor dropped the towel from her body, Matt made no effort to hide the way he ran his eyes over her figure. It was absolutely perfect to him, with curves in all of the right places. He raised an eyebrow when Taylor motioned with her chin towards the kitchen table, his interest peaked. It had been quite some time since they'd ventured outside of their bedroom, but Matt certainly wasn't opposed to starting that up again. "We can go to the bedroom later," Matt said. He picked Taylor up, having her wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the kitchen table.

"Should I close the curtains or leave them open?" Matt asked, smirking slyly as he sat Taylor down on the table. There was a slim chance that anyone would see them through the kitchen window given that it faced the side of their neighbor's house, but if Taylor wanted him to close the curtain then he would. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Matt whispered, grazing his chin along Taylor's jaw. He slid his hand up Taylor's back, tugging on the string to her bikini top until it came undone. Doing the same with the tie around her neck, Matt pulled back just enough to let the clothing fall away from her chest. Looking at her, his eyes darkened slightly with lust. "So beautiful."

Taylor glanced toward the window, shrugging in response to his question. It was unlikely that anyone would see them messing around and did she really care if they did? She didn't think so, at least not right now she didn't. All she cared about was Matt's hands on her and hers on him. She let out a whine as his hands moved up her back, pressing her chest to his. She pouted a bit as he pulled away, a shiver running down her spine at the look in Matt's eyes. He was going to devour her and God, if she wasn't ready for such a treatment. Humming, she couldn't help but grin in his direction as she shrugged her shoulders. "I think I've heard it a time or two," she answered as she laid back.

Smirking up at him, Taylor tightened her legs around Matt's waist and pulled him closer to her. Her eyes were locked on his as she undid the string of his swim trunks. Inching her hand inside of his shorts, Taylor's fingers brushed against his length. She knew he'd want more but she was in the mood to tease him a little. If she teased, she'd awake a sort of animal in him. "Matt," she breathed his name, removing her hand from him so that she could push his shorts down his legs. "I need you."

Matt smirked as Taylor pulled him close to her, keeping his eyes on hers as she undid the string of his swim trunks. He hoped she would touch him, so when she only brushed her fingers against him, he groaned. She knew what teasing did to him. "You need me, hmm?" Matt said, smirking down at Taylor. He bent down to fully remove his swim trunks, finding it a bit easier to move when they weren't around his ankles. He slipped his hands up Taylor's thighs, spreading her legs before he pulled her to the edge of the table. Very slowly, Matt undid the strings on either side of Taylor's bikini bottom, tugging them out from underneath her hips and tossing them over his shoulder.

"I could stand here and look at you like this all day," Matt said, slowly starting to stroke himself. "Laying naked on the kitchen table with your legs spread open wide...maybe I should take a picture, add it to my collection." He smirked as he ran his tip along Taylor's slit and entered her in one fluid motion. He held onto her thighs to stop her from moving as he started to thrust into her, establishing a decently quick pace. "Is this what you needed, baby?" Matt asked, smirking down at her. He gave several particularly hard thrusts, using his grip on his thighs to pull her against him as he thrusted, allowing him to get as deep into her as he possibly could. "Fuck," Matt said under his breath.

Taylor braced her hands on the table to allow her to lift her heads so that Matt could more easily pull her bikini bottoms free. Her lips quirked into a smile at Matt's comment. She raised an eyebrow, pressing her thighs back against the table, opening herself up to Matt. "I mean, I guess. If you just want to watch.." Taylor teased, running her fingers down her torso. She had had every intention of teasing Matt further but before she could, Matt had slammed into her. She let out a hiss, tossing her head back as her toes curled.

"F-Fuck," Taylor stuttered, whimpering as Matt picked a punishing rhythm. This had been exactly what she was asking for but she hadn't been quite prepared which only made it that much more exciting to her. Her chest heaved with the effort to breathe, her lips parting in a silent scream. Each time that she managed to take a breathe, it was ripped away with the thrust that Matt gave her. "Please. Please, Matt," she pleaded, wrapping her legs around Matt's waist.

To Matt, it always seemed like their sex was rougher when they weren't in the bedroom. Maybe it was because the change in venue made them feel more adventurous. Who knew. Matt certainly didn't care. When he heard Taylor pleading with him, Matt smirked, slowing to a more teasing pace. "Please?" he repeated. "What is it you want, baby? Is it this?" He quickly picked up his pace again, moving his hands down to grip behind her knees. By the point even if someone did see them, they wouldn't care or even notice. Matt personally was too busy on keeping himself in control long enough to get Taylor to finish.

"I don't think I can hold off for more longer, Tay," Matt panted, slowing his pace just a little. He was starting to get tired and his body was practically begging him for a release, but he couldn't just yet. He hated to finish before Taylor, it made him feel selfish. But try as he might, there were some things that Matt just couldn't control, like the way his thrusts got a little less rhythmic as he got closer to his climax. Sensing that he was getting very close, Matt reached down with one hand to rub circles over Taylor's clit, trying his best to keep a similar rhythm to his hips. "I'm going to come soon baby, I need to you too, okay?" Matt said, looking at Taylor.

{woops, totally thought I had replied this is the worst post ever, pls forgive me }

There was something about the way that Matt said he needed her to cum that made her come undone, bucking under him as she let out a few, desperate whimpers. Her nails dug into his back in an attempt to keep herself in place as Matt fucked her. She let out a few, unintelligible words as her back arched off of the table. Tightening around him, Taylor cried out as she came. "Matt!" Her toes curled as Matt continued, driving her already sensitive clit closer to the edge with each thrust. Already focusing on her second orgasm, Taylor began to roll her hips in time with Matt's movements, becoming almost frantic when he released inside of her.

Collapsing on the table, Taylor didn't so much as bat an eyelash as she panted, attempting to catch her breathe. Lifting her head, she couldn't help but let out a laugh, absolutely sure that her cheeks had to be tinged several shades darker than normal. "Maybe we should venture outside of the bedroom more often. What do you think?" She asked as she sat up slowly, letting out a soft groan. "Because I can't say I remember the last time you fucked me like that, mister."

(you're okay and no it's not lol)

Matt groaned when he felt Taylor finish around him the first time, feeling his ego inflate when she shouted out his name. Although Matt was confident that he always did a good job at making her feel good, she rarely made this much noise. He continued thrusting until he reached his own orgasm, his hips spasming slightly as he finished inside of her. He rested for a few seconds before he pulled out of her, smirking softly as he looked down at Taylor laying on the table. Her cheeks were red, although he wasn't sure if it was because of the exertion from the sex or something else. Either way, Matt found it rather adorable.

"It has been awhile since we've gone at it like that, hasn't it?" Matt asked, laughing for a second at the way he'd phrased things. "But I definitely agree, we should venture out of the bedroom more often. Maybe next time we can try it out on the patio? Or on the washing machine while it's running, I know most women like vibration." Matt gave Taylor a little wink as he went to pull his swim trunks back on. He handed the pieces of her bathing suit to Taylor, waiting until she'd dressed before he helped her down from the table. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips.

Starting to push herself off of the table, Taylor gladly took his hand to help balance herself as she stepped off of the table. She grinned as she returned the kiss, setting her hand on his chest. "I love you, too, Matt," she said. Taylor turned, grabbing Matt's hand as she led him back toward the kitchen. "I'm going to make a sandwich," she quipped, unable to contain her giggle as she glanced back to him.

"Just a simple turkey and cheese but did you want one?" Taylor asked as she began to grab the ingredients to assemble the sandwich. She made two, slicing hers into four little triangles while just doing Matt's in two halves. She twisted around to lean against the counter, nibbling at one of her pieces. "All sandwiches taste better if you cut them into quarters. It's a scientific fact, did you know that?" She asked, a small grin on her face.

"Yeah, I'll take a sandwich," Matt said. The irony of Taylor's choice in meal was not lost on him. "But make mine a ham, would you, please?" He watched as Taylor made the sandwiches, thanking her as he took his. "Well then why didn't you cut mine into quarters?" he asked, pouting playfully. "Now mine won't taste as good as yours." Matt smirked slightly before he reached over and snatched one of the sandwich quarters from Taylor's plate. He stuffed it into his mouth, grinning at her. "You're right," he said. "It does taste better in quarters."

Matt tore off half of one of the halves of his sandwich and placed it on Taylor's plate to replace the piece he'd stolen. He leaned against the counter as he ate his sandwich, slipping his plate into the sink when he was finished. "I think I'm going to go upstairs and change out of my swim trunks but then we should start a movie or something. Ooh, or we should go get frozen yogurt. I need some dessert."

Taylor couldn't contain her fit of giggles as Matt started pretending to be upset over the way she had cut his sandwich. She covered her mouth in a useless attempt to hide them, only for her mouth to drop open when he snatched a piece from her. "Rude!" She all but shouted the word, her eyes narrowed into a hard glare. Her glare dissipated when Matt handed her a quarter of his sandwich, a triumphant smile growing on her face. "It's true!" She declared, her smile growing as she continued to nibble at her sandwich.

At the suggestion of grabbing dessert, Taylor perked up a bit. "I can g-" she started to offer to go on her own so that Matt could stay home and relax before his father's threat flashed through her mind. Her stomach twisted into a knot as she looked down to her feet, shifting a bit uncomfortably. Taylor hesitated for a moment longer, clearing her throat before nodding her head. "That sounds like a good idea," she finally said, offering a tense smile as she looked up from her feet. Taylor followed him up the stairs, just pulling on a pair of gym shorts and a large shirt so that she didn't have to change fully.

Facing Matt, Taylor smiled a bit more, hoping that she could just forget about Matt's father all over again. "Ready, babe?"

Matt knew what Taylor was going to say as soon as she opened her mouth. And if this situation had happened a few days ago, he would've told her to go on ahead. But with his father's orders hanging over their heads, he knew he couldn't. He went with Taylor upstairs and changed into a pair of his basketball shorts and a T-shirt, slipping on his sandals since he didn't feel like putting on any socks. "Yeah, let's go," Matt said. Once they were downstairs, he went around to shut off all of the lights, grabbing his keys from the hook before walking with Taylor out to the car.

The frozen yogurt place wasn't too busy when they arrived, which Matt was glad for. Going over to the yogurt machine, Matt grabbed a large cup for himself, because there was hardly anything in the world that could curb his appetite for something sweet. He chose the cheesecake flavor, loading it down with toppings before taking it to the counter. "Ours will be together," he told the teenage girl behind the counter, gesturing over to Taylor. "What flavor did you get, babe?" He was hoping to make things as normal as possible for Taylor so that she might feel a little less tense.

Taylor couldn't ever admit how thankful that she was when Matt didn't comment on her near mistake. If she was so much as thinking about leaving the house only a few days after their discussion with Matt's father, what would happen in a month's time? Six months later? And she left the house without even thinking about it? Her stomach churned at the idea as they changed and she followed Matt right down the stairs, slipping her feet into her flip flops wordlessly. Taylor suddenly was feeling like she had when she first met Matt, when she was still completely undercover and almost afraid of Matt and what the man was capable of.

Stepping up behind Matt, Taylor was sheepish as she lowered her bowl from chest height. The ice cream was piled half way up the cup with a mixture of maple and cheesecake flavours but you wouldn't have been able to tell because she had completely covered the frozen yoghurt with chocolate and graham cracker crumbs. She refused to look up from her ice cream until she had snatched it back from the scale. Looking up to Matt with wide, doe eyes Taylor smiled sheepishly. "It's the only way to eat ice cream," she murmured, shoveling a large bite of it into her mouth while crumbs fell from the spoon.

Matt wasn't surprised when Taylor didn't answer his question. She seemed to be remembering the gravity of their situation, but Matt was going to do everything he could to forget it. His father might be his boss and might have told him that he had to watch after Taylor, but that didn't mean he was about to treat his girlfriend like a hostage. He was going to treat her like a girlfriend. "On the contrary, there are much better ways to eat ice cream," Matt said. He led Taylor over to a nearby table, sitting down across from her.

"Let me try this monstrosity you've created," Matt said. He licked his spoon clean before he reached over to scoop out a bit of Taylor's, sticking it into his mouth. He made a face as he tasted the mixed flavors, quickly deciding that he didn't really care for it. "Yeah, you can keep aaaaaall of that for yourself," he said, gesturing to her bowl. "The maple does not mix well with the cheesecake. It's much better by itself."

Taylor relaxed back into her chair after Matt had taken a bite of her ice cream. She pulled the bowl to her chest, her eyes narrowed a bit as she continued to eat through her ice cream. She scoffed, shaking her head. "Have you seriously never heard of maple cheesecake?" She asked with a scowl, shoving a large spoonful of the ice cream into her mouth. When it came to her little creation, Taylor had no qualms about pigging out over it. She got the same thing every time. It wasn't that she wasn't adventurous, just that she knew what she liked.

"That's it. We'll have to go to the grocery store so that I can get everything I need. Then I'm going to make a maple cheesecake," Taylor paused to stab her spoon at Matt accusingly. "Then you're going to have to admit it's the best flavour combination that the exists in the whole entire universe!" She declared triumphantly. Taylor sat up, tilting her head to the side as she eyed him. "And if not, I guess it just means more cheesecake for me!"

"Yes ma'am," Matt said, raising his hands in defense. He certainly wasn't about to turn down a dessert, even if there was a chance that he wouldn't like it. And he was glad that Taylor seemed to be back to her flirty and playful self after how she'd acted before they left the house. When he was finished with his frozen yogurt, Matt went to toss his empty container into the trash, taking Taylor's for her before he offered her his hand. Helping her to her feet, he pulled Taylor close and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Still want to go to the store?" Matt asked her. "We can get the stuff for you to make your maple cheesecake and maybe pick up a couple of bottles of wine, too. What do you say?"

Getting drunk on wine was more than just a way to get drunk and pass the time. He'd been pretty drunk on wine the first time he really realized that he had feelings for Taylor. He was pretty sure he'd admitted it that night too, but he'd tried to blame it on the wine. "These people are going to think we have nothing better to do than come to the grocery store," Matt said as he grabbed a buggy from the corral. "This is the second time in the same day we've been here. First to get the stuff for dinner and now so you can make a cheesecake. They probably also think we're fatasses or something."

Taylor knew that it was awful but Matt had left the opportunity so wide open that she didn't even think before the words slipped from her mouth, "it's not that they think, they know you're a fat ass," she teased before falling into a small fit of giggles. It took a moment before Taylor had calmed down enough that she could reach forward to wrap her arms tightly around Matt's waist. She leaned up on her tip toes, pressing her lips to his in a meager attempt at an apology. "I'm just kidding, babe. But you do have to admit, you left that one wide open. You would have been disappointed if I hadn't seized the opportunity!"

It wasn't long before they had gathered all of the ingredients that Taylor needed for her cheesecake and she had decided to grab a bottle of champagne as well. SHe was feeling particularly fancy tonight and she thought that it wouldn't hurt anything. Bumping Matt's hip with her own as they headed into their home, Taylor looked up to him with a sly grin. "You have to stay out of the kitchen while I bake. Can't have you learning all of my secrets, can I?"