Emma took another hit off the whiskey bottle and swallowed hard. Taylor being out in the audience was making her extremely nervous and pissed off at the same time. Danny's voice over the speaker was grating on her nerves and she silently wished for last night, the waves and the sand, Zac's arms. The difference between then and now pissed her off even more, and to top it all off Danny didn't even put on music to suit her mood, which, if there was one thing he was good at besides being a sleaze bucket, guessing her mood was it. She swore he did it to piss her off even more. She took one last hit off the bottle and ran out on the stage, yelling her usual line about no one being able to afford to buy HER a drink. Her eyes locked Taylor's for a moment then she turned back to the drooling men around the stage. "What the hell is THIS?" she grinned at Tay and winked at another man, who was a safe distance from her. She took shot glass and the twenty one of the regulars offered her, stuck the twenty in her bra, knocked back the shot then ran over and kicked the jukebox, HARD. Just then loud electric guitars and heavy grinding drum beats poured out of the sound system. She winked at Tay and got to work to the sound of Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgood. Taylor was impressed as even the peeling off of her clothes did not interrupt the flow of her moves. He wondered if he could get someone with any influence to come and watch her. She was waaaay to good for this. But he had to wait until she was ready to tell Zac, and he planned on pushing her, convincing her to do it, before someone else did. Taylor slowly worked his way near the door to the dressing room, so he was close enough when she left the stage. As she did, Danny came flying past him, as he ducked his head and swigged off his beer. He could hear them talking through the door, but not exactly what was said. He heard another female voice and then had to take another quick pull off his beer as Danny sailed back out to the bar, so he wouldn't be seen. The door was left ajar because of Danny's quick departure, so Taylor could hear the whole conversation between Emma and Brit. "Don't EVER do that to me again Brit.." Emma snapped angrily. "Do what?" the voice that must belong to Brit asked innocently. "You know I hate being up there as it is Brit. And he's making me do it more than I used to. PLEASE be on time next time you are supposed to go on first.." Emma softened, trying to make her point heard.  "I WAS ON time...I was all proud of myself for being early...Emma..Danny told me I didn't have to come in till now.." Brit answered. "Okay, Brit." Emma sounded defeated. "I'm sorry, you know how I feel about this."  "Yeah...when are you finished again?" Brit asked sweetly. "A few more weeks.." Emma sighed. "I'll miss you, Emma." Brit told her. "Thanks Brit. But let's not do this now. We have a while." Emma told her. "You go on..I gotta get back out to the bar."  Taylor worked his way back to the bar and reseated himself at the stool he had occupied before. Emma slammed a beer down in front of him and looked expectanty at him. "What?" he asked, grinning. "Why are you still here smart ass? You KNOW you don't want your picture taken in this nasty dump." she answered, pulling on her ballcap and pulling her curls through the hole in the back. "Your father will have a stroke."  "My mom would actually.." he chuckled. "I just wanted to let you know that I won't say anything to Zac...yet. But you have to tell him SOON. And you have to promise that you will be out of here as soon as you finish school. You're too good for this hole. You could be a really GREAT dancer..Em...I mean...shit! You KNOW.." he said, frustrated. "Thank you, Taylor." she smiled, more like herself than he'd seen her all night.

"I just don't want to HURT him, Tay." she said, so softly he almost didn't hear her. He looked into her eyes for a moment. "I love him.." she whispered the words so softly he had to read her lips to know what she said. Their eyes locked in understanding as he placed more money on the bar. She pushed it back at him and smiled. "Get your ass outta here before Danny realizes who you are or someone snaps your picture in that dorky cap.." she said. He chuckled, left the money on the counter and stood up. "Later sugar baby.." he grinned, weaved his way through the now smashed patrons and strolled out the door. Zac laid awake, wondering where the hell Taylor was. He was already climbing the walls, wanting to see Emma, but he had no idea where she was. She promised to call when she got in, only because he would worry until she was safe in her own bed. While he was waiting, Deanna was driving him NUTS. She called wanting to talk to Tay at LEAST three times now, but the phone rang more times than he answered it. He bit his tongue the first time, because he could have sworn Tay was going out to see Dea and he didn't want her feelings hurt if he was out with someone else. Zac rolled over in his bed, glad that both his brothers were out and he had the room to himself for a change. He sighed heavily and let his mind wander. It took him right to Emma, and the afternoon and evening he'd spent with her the day before. He was happy that everyone seemed to like her, including his mom, and he was glad to finally have met HER mother. Hopefully, she would be a little more easy on Em when he called for her. His brain let him drift to watching her peel off her wetsuit in the light of the fading sunset, then to watching the water from the shower at the beach flow over her sexy, naked body. He felt the stirring in his boxers and groaned as he pictured her mouth around him, sucking him all the way in. His breathing quickened, as he thought about how he felt as he slipped into her hot, tight tunnel. He heard the echo of her low moans and gasps of pleasure in his head and closed his own hand around his stiff member,  shoving the waistband of his boxers down off his hips as he sat up and leaned back against the headboard. He drew his knees up and pushed his boxers the rest of the way down as he pumped himself faster, closing his eyes. He saw the way she looked as he thrusted into her, her head tilted back, dark curls spilling down over her shoulders. He caressed the head of his cock and then pumped some more, cupping his balls with his other hand as he let his mind take him to her. He dreamed of taking her rosy, sweet nipples in his mouth sucking on them, biting them gently so she would moan his name. He spread his knees farther apart and thrusted into his own hand, rolling and squeezing his own balls, licking his lips and tilting his head back. He caressed the head of his cock again, speading the juices that ecsaped the head over his shaft and pumped faster, squeezing his balls harder. His mind took him inside her, he remembered just the way she felt as he slipped in and out of her as she ground herself against him. He thrusted faster and pumped himself harder as his feet curled up and his balls tightened in his hand. He fantasized about the way she felt when she climaxed around him and groaned, lifting his hips off the bed. 'Oh fuck..' he grunted as his cock began to throb. 'fuck..uhhhh...fuck' he grunted again as his release shot up, landed all over his belly and drizzled back down his hand. 'oh shit..' he breathed and reached for the box of tissue on the nightstand. 'how the hell am I gonna last a whole week?'  He cleaned himself up, pitched his boxers at the laundry hamper in the corner and pulled the covers up over him. He laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

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