Tayla’s mad and… horny?

Six hours later, I was awake again, this time for good.

With my arm still wrapped around Rose, I felt at peace with the world. As if this brunette sex bomb was actually my girlfriend. I stayed in bed for as long as I could, just spooning her as she remained sleeping.

Eventually, I was so **** for both a glass of water and the use of the bathroom that I had to get up from the bed, leaving Rose by herself.

To my delight, the sun was already up and it was another beautiful summer's day. With Milly, Katie and the others still a day away, there would only be the six of us in the holiday house for the day.

We all did our own things. Rose slept for the day, sick from the night before. Annie and Tayla went shopping for the majority of the afternoon, Declan and Davo stayed by the pool and finally, I went for a nice walk around the area, getting used to a new country.

It still felt surreal to be here.

When evening hit, Declan made the call that we boys would have our own night out. I certainly didn't want that and neither did Tayla who again was feeling irritated with her boyfriend.

I should have just said no and stayed with the girls at home but Declan was a hard man to say no to. Scratch that, I could say no to him, which I did, it's just he didn't accept that as an answer.

Back on the town that night, we were out at some beach bar. A beautiful view of the Gold Coast beach and the crashing waves hitting the sand.

The biggest challenge was trying to go one-for-one with guys. They'd finish drinks before I'd had a chance to get half way through one.

"Your missus didn't seem too happy mate," Davo commented to Declan as we sat at a table together.

He shook his head, before skulling the last of his drink, putting the glass back on the table with a bit of unnecessary ****, "Ungrateful if you ask me, who's funding this whole thing? Paid for her plane ticket, paid for broke ass Rose, free accommodation for everyone... what more am I meant to do?"

"Bloody oath mate," Davo commented back.

I sat awkwardly at the table, not wanting to trash-talk Tayla or any of the girls for that matter. Declan had a viewpoint that I understood, I could see where he was coming from but I also knew well enough that it wasn't going to be enough to satisfy Tayla.

This went on for another hour.

"When will you be back... oh fuck off," Declan said, reading out a text he had just received from Tayla.

Davo laughed, "Fuck me, you are so whipped cunt."

He progressed to make fun of Declan and how Tayla had him wrapped around her little pinky.

After a few jokes and damage to his ego, the blonde hair jock had enough.

"Alright, fuck it, let's go strippers!" Declan suddenly said, grabbing out his wallet, "I've got enough cash here that we won't have to go back to the house until morning."

He wasn't wrong.

There were so many notes in there, specially green 100-dollar bills that made me a little jealous looking at my almost empty wallet.

"You beauty!" Davo exclaimed, up and out of his seat.

Suddenly the boys were all geared up to go, leaving me without any option but to follow along. There was definitely part of me that wanted to have that experience but I was also thinking about the members of the Saturday Night Five back at the house that I would rather have been with.

I told them I was feeling 'ill’ and promised not to tell the girls anything about where they were going.

The walk home for me was a long one, my phone had already died so I was left alone to my thoughts again. By the time I walked back into the house, I figured that Declan and Davo would be just about to enter the gentlemen's club. I was working out whether or not I should say anything to Tayla when I heard laughing and loud voices in the kitchen.

Down the hallway, I went until I made it through to the large opened space main living area connected to the kitchen. The three girls were all inside, speaking loudly and drinking. I noticed in the corner of my eye that the liquor cabinet in the kitchen was wide open and some of the bottles inside were now opened up on the dining table.

"Leo!?" Rose's voice exclaimed, "No stripper whores for you??"

I was startled, how did they know?

Tayla looked the most drunk of the three of them, she got out of her seat and came up to me, putting her phone in my face. The glow of her screen right in my eyes, I quickly realised she was showing me her Snapchat maps.

Declan had forgotten to turn his location off.

"What is my boyfriend doing there and why is nobody taking my calls??" she questioned me.

"My phone is dead," I said, pulling it out, wanting to desperately clear my name from any trouble.

I put the dead phone on the table to let any one of the girls check to confirm.

Tayla had put her phone down from my face, giving me a better idea of just how fired up she looked. She had a dark blue New York Yankees cap on backwards her long brown hair still down.

"That doesn't answer my other question now does it?" the brunette said as she grabbed me by the collar and dragged me over to a chair next to where Annie was sitting.

I fell into the seat and was quickly joined by Tayla herself. She threw her legs over me, sitting on my lap sideways. I found it difficult not to touch her legs in the light blue jeans she wore.

"Now..." she started to speak slowly and clearly to me, "Why is my boyfriend at the strippers?"

I looked around the room, not sure how to answer the question. Annie to our right, nudged my arm, "I'd answer her if I were you, she's not to be messed with tonight."

Looking back up at Tayla's face, sensing she had certainly had a bit to drink tonight.

"It was his decision," I told her, "After the beach bar, he suggested it."

"And you didn't want to look at any boobies?" Rose mocked from the other side of the table, grabbing and wiggling her own breasts, making Annie laugh.

I shrugged, "I'd rather hang out here."

Tayla groaned, "Oh but Declan couldn't do that... he couldn't stay at home for a night with us."

There was no doubt that I was stuck in the middle of these two right now. Declan had been complaining about Tayla on the night out now she was doing the same with him now.

Rose slid across the table the giant bottle of tequila, stopping in front of us. She grinned, raising her eyebrows at Tayla, "Just keep drinking babe."

The brunette didn't hesitate, putting it straight to her lips.

"Ew, how are you doing that without a lime," Annie commented.

Catching me off guard, Tayla put the bottle to my lips. She **** me to swallow a mouthful before I pulled the tequila back down, almost **** on it as I did so. The taste of the spirit would have had me gagging if I was to have any more of it. Rose in particular found it quite amusing, laughing at my reaction.

For the next half an hour or so, Tayla continued to be flirtatious towards me while bringing up how displeased she was with her boyfriend every two minutes. With her body so close to mine, sitting on top of my lap, I felt like I was getting more and more hornier by the second.

I was left hanging the night prior and Tayla wasn't making things easy on me.

"So are we going out or what?" Rose eventually put it to the four of us, "There's got to be way better places around here than the club we went to last night, let's find somewhere for a drink and dance."

"I haven't done my make-up or anything," Annie complained, "Do we have time?"

"Half an hour," Rose commented, "I'll give you half an hour and then we're out that door."

Annie rolled her eyes as she got out of her chair, "Not exactly enough time but fine... this is a holiday I guess."

"You two coming?" the shorter brunette pointed at me and Tayla.

I waited for her to speak first as she stayed up on my lap. Tayla grabbed the bottle of tequila again, "I've got free **** and a man here that would rather spend time with us than watch half-naked skanks dance on a pole."

"They'd be fully naked there... but fine, suit yourself, I'm going out to enjoy myself!" Rose said with some swagger.

She followed Annie back into one of the rooms as the girls got ready. True to their word, they were ready, all dolled up to go out in just over half an hour.

With them out of the house, it left just myself and Tayla alone. We moved from the dining table to the couch. Half laying down on the sofa, I watched as Tayla danced her way over. She was obviously a little drunk but she still moved so sexily across the carpet, still possessing the Yankees cap on backwards.

She was shaking her hips as she moved, her long legs and thick thighs made my mouth salivate in those tight blue jeans.

"Come dance with me," she said, reaching forward and grabbing my hand.

I resisted, not getting off the couch.

"I'm not much of a dancer Tay..."

"I don't care, dance with me," she pulled me off the couch physically this time by yanking on my arm.

With the sound of music playing from the television, we stood in the centre of the lounge room as Tayla started to grind her body up against mine. I can't say I was dancing or moving a whole lot, the entire time I just let the brunette do all the work, feeling her butt brush up against my crotch.

She would back herself up against me for a bit before turning back around and wrapping her arms around my neck. Naturally, I went for her waist, holding her there. Having a boyfriend, I felt like she could easily swat my hands away but she didn't, she enjoyed having them there.

"I know he'd be getting a lap dance right now," she told me with our faces close to one another, "I know how his mind works..."

Tayla was holding her stare intensely, I could feel the passion and anger behind those eyes.

"But if he thinks he can have his fun behind my back, I'll do the same behind his..."

"What you want to see the male strippers or something?"

Raising her eyebrows, she spoke to me in a whisper, "Don't need to go that far when I've got a perfectly good man in front of me."

My heart skipped a beat and before I could say anything in return, the brunette planted her soft lips on mine. Although I could taste the tequila off them, I loved every second of it. Tayla had such thick luscious lips that she smacked against mine, aggressively kissing me.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get out of this kiss, she had locked her arms tightly around my neck and was pulling me in so close. Again, my hands made a move without being told to by my brain. They went slightly lower to her great backside.

I had to squeeze that perfect round ass. It may have been over the top of the denim she wore but it was still worth the grab.

Tayla was more focused on what was happening above as her lips travelled to my neck. She bit down and sucked on my skin. I groaned, feeling the wet sensation on her lips. With little experience of this, I had a feeling she wanted to leave a mark behind, a little love bite for everyone to see tomorrow.

It made me think about and consider where I was. It was Declan's holiday home in Australia and I was standing in his lounge room, allowing his girlfriend to clamp her lips to my neck.

"Tay... Tay.... Tayla!" I said, eventually pulling her awake from my neck, "You've got a boyfriend... we're in his house... we can't do this."

She had an even bigger look of passion in her eyes again. I didn't think she was going to take that as an answer and I was correct. The brunette slowly pushed me backwards until I went ass down on the sofa lounge.

She followed suit, sitting back on top of my lap, up on her knees, "It's fine like I told you, he wants to keep secrets from me, I can keep one from him."

"But you're a little drunk Tay, I just don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret..."

"I told you it's fine," she said more directly this time, cutting me off, "Now if you don't want to kiss me, or anything else then I'll leave you be and finger myself to the idea of fucking you on this sofa... but if you want to make that a reality then I'm fucking down!"

I gulped.