Chapter 10: Happy Birthday Taylor!

POV: Gabby / Zac

Word Count: 3066

March 14, 2009; Saturday

Our offer was not accepted, so we countered with the full asking price and they accepted our offer on Friday. There was still a matter of the house inspection so we wouldn’t close for a few more weeks, but we were locked into the contract pending the inspection results. The Brooks had approved the design I showed them, a full render of the entire project on a larger scale. I started Monday and we were going to get the beginning material’s tomorrow, I was going to drop him off at the studio and then go there to start the beginning sketches.

Today however was Taylor’s birthday and Heather was gracious enough to let us use the house for a party for him. But, we were responsible for cleaning and set up, so Zac and I went over really early and let ourselves in to make sure we had what we needed. Isaac and Nicole were in charge of getting the snacks and drinks, Zac and I went with the proteins and we had it all here already and prepped.

“What time is Stella bringing Taylor?” he asked.

“Four, everyone was told to arrive before 3:45.”

He looked around the blank room and then called reinforcements in the names of Andrew, Jack, and Lucas. Sierra was up-stairs sleeping since she’d arrived early so I had the sound system on low. I was fixing hamburger patties and getting the chicken marinated. The early part of the day the boys put up balloons, streamers, and decorated while I busied myself in the kitchen.

“Need any help?” Lucas asked.

“I’ve got it. I’m just making some general snacks right now.”

“Sure? You’re here all alone prepping everything it seems.”

I was reprieved when Sierra came around with her hair flying everywhere and draped her arm over my shoulder.

“Feed me and I’ll help you. Hey Lucas.”

“Feed you? Pft.”

“Hey, a sandwich is fine with me.”

“You could fix it yourself.” Lucas said.

Sierra raised an eyebrow at him. “Believe me I have the ability to do it myself. But you might want to back off me a bit, I’m a little cranky.”

“It’s okay Lucas, I’ll work that sandwich off by making her clean up behind me. I got this, but Zac looks like he’s struggling to get those balloons to stay up.”

He glanced over at Zac who was really trying and after a few seconds he went over to help.

“That was weird.” Sierra said.

“You sure you slept long enough?”

“Not really, but I’ll be fine. So, what can I do?”

“Ike and Nicole are due any minute, where are the chip trays and stuff?”

“There in storage in the back, I’ll go get them.”

She headed to the back and I made her a quick plate while she was gone, having it waiting when she came back.

“Damn, I really was kidding!”

“Eat, you’ll need it.”

She hopped onto the counter and ate her plate.

“You have make up on. Why?”

I hadn’t told Sierra about Max yet, I was rather hoping to avoid that. But, I’d had to wear a heavy coat of foundation to cover the lingering bruises, and a shirt that covers my side. When I didn’t answer she leaned over.

“Don’t make me ask Zac, you know he’ll tell me. Unless he’s the reason, which then his guilt will show. I really don’t want to stomp his ass at his brother’s party.”

“It wasn’t Zac. He’s gotten much better at not leaving bruises.”

“So, why are you wearing make up? You hate the stuff, least now.”

“I was walking back Monday after meeting the Brooks and Max came. Apparently he was sent to get me and when I refused he hit me. Nothing broken or otherwise hurt just bruises.”

“On your face?”

“Left side and my sides.”

Because she just stared at me I stepped away and listed the shirt, she just stared at the bruises that covered my side.

“What the hell happened?” Lucas asked.

I didn’t even realize he was there but the others looked up confused at his sudden loud outburst. I was rather shocked when he went after Zac. Not that he got close before Andrew and Jack were in his way.

“Who the fuck do you think you are leaving bruises like that on her?”

“You may want to back off Lucas, I didn’t do that. You clearly didn’t bother to give her time to answer.”

“If you didn’t who the fuck did?”

“Maxwell did Lucas, it wasn’t Zac. Guys, calm the hell down.” I said.

He backed away from Jack and Andrew, hands up. “Who is Maxwell?”

“He’s an ex-friend of mine. He came around Monday tried to get me to go back to the ex and I refused. I got hit for that and then he kicked me. Zac didn’t touch me, why the hell would you think it was him?”

“He’s always with you.”

“Not always. I have the ability to leave when I need too.”

“Zac didn’t tell me about that.”

Zac walked from the corner to me. “Because it wasn’t anyone’s business. We filed a police report and did what we could. You need to seriously evaluate what the hell you thought you were going to do.”

“I just…”

“You saw some bruises and thought Zac was beating her? You know better Lucas. He hasn’t hurt a woman ever.” Andrew said.

He started to say something but stopped, a brief pause and then he seemed to lose the defensive posture. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am. Now, what did this bastard do?”

Zac explained to them what happen and Sierra listened too. Shaking her head.

“Bastard. But, this is a party…so…we’re not lingering on the negative shit here.” She said.

It wasn’t much longer before Isaac and Nicole arrived, which prompted them to help but Lucas stayed inside with me for some reason.

“Was he a good friend of yours?”

“Yeah, but I’d really rather not talk about it.”

“He hurt you though. Did Zac at least stomp his ass?”

I laid the butcher knife down and looked at him. “Taylor did because he was around. Zac was at the studio and wanted too. He has before. But, like I said. I’d rather not talk about it.”

Isaac sat the bag of fruit down and kind of nudged Lucas out of the way.

“Nicole insisted we have fruit trays…you don’t mind do you?”

“Gee, is she helping cutting it up?”

She sat the other bag down. “I am.”

“Then by all means.”

Once the bags were inside the guys went to finish decorations and set up, we stood in the kitchen and fixed trays of fruit, veggies, and sides for dinner.

“I heard about your dress, are you okay?” Sierra asked.

“I am. I was devastated but you know what..I loved the dress but I really didn’t like it that much. My mom is more devastated than I am but we go next week to choose another one.”

“I’m sure she’ll be okay after a while.”

“We saved the scrap pieces and my friend Julie is making something from the remnants.”

I often forgot that Stella and Nicole had friends outside of me, which is probably why she hadn’t asked me to be in her wedding, even though Zac was. I caught myself staring at him outside, hanging streamers and putting up balloons. Sierra and Nicole were talking about the dress solutions and she said it was something they could keep.

“Gabby?” Sierra asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

“You okay? You got quiet on us.”

“Yeah. Just zoned out there for a moment.”

We finished prep and got things set up, got the track listing set and then as people arrived greeted them. The more people that arrived the less antsy I felt. To say that Taylor wasn’t surprised would be an understatement. He was speechless for a full five minutes before he became the center of attention, perfect for him.

“Did you set up the room?” Stella asked.

“I had Sierra set it up, no problem she thinks I’m taking Zac there. Did you at least talk to him?”

“Yes. He agreed as long as we set up safe words.”

“The suit you asked for is on the bed, I hope I got the right size.”

“I’m sure you did. Thank you so much for setting it up.”

I giggled. “Don’t bother, I made sure your room is away from everyone else.”

“Thank god.”

Because Taylor was the birthday boy, Zac and Andrew handled the grilling of the items, making him stay away. Even though I saw flames higher than needed a few times. It felt like everywhere I went though, Lucas was nearby, but then again I felt like Jack was always there too, or Sierra, which hell she was basically following me. The party went on for hours but about ten I made my way down the hallway to the steps at the rear end, I needed to change for Zac’s little after party.

-Zac-

I saw Gabriella when she headed down the hallway and smiled. I knew to come to the bedroom at eleven, so she was probably going to get ready.

“You suddenly got happy.” Lucas said.

“It happens when I see my wife quite often.”

“Still can’t believe your married, taking time to adjust to that.”

“We’ve been married over a year dude, adjust already!”

“Where did she go anyway? She was headed down the hallway.”

I smiled. “She’s got something planned for me tonight. Not sure what though.”

“Lucky bastard.” Andrew said.

“I am. I am.”

“Abandon your brother’s birthday party to be with her, so bad.”

“What can I say, I see Taylor every day of the week and I won’t get to see her much the next month or so, she’s painting a nursery for some people. Snow white theme, her drawing for it amazing.”

“Does that not bother you? That she draws and you do too.”

“Nope. I’ve considered offering some to members, but not sure if they’d even want them.”

“Didn’t she give Taylor a canvas?”

“She gave him a blank canvas and from my understanding Stella wants something kind of personal done. So, she will probably draw it once things settle and she and Stella have some time to decide what it will be.”

“X-rated maybe?” Lucas asked.

“Uh…if it is it’ll be Stella she draws not Taylor. She has said that unless it’s an accident she has no desire to see my brothers naked.”

“What about others?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, clients.”

“She’s not advertising nudes Lucas, so I doubt she would.”

I moved around to find Taylor and tell him I was out, he rolled his eyes at me.

“Don’t wake me up screaming.”

I smiled and patted his back. “The same to you.”

I then left him puzzled and texted Gabby to see where I was going, her reply was the third floor and all the way to the far right, away from Heather’s room. The trip to the room was quick but the room itself was dark.

“Gabby?”

I knew she was the only one in the room so when I was turned against the wall I didn’t freak out.

“You’re late.”

“I had to find Taylor, he was hiding.”

I could feel her against my back, but felt her hands patting down my sides and then she was going down my legs, I was being patted down like a policeman would do, clearly though their hands wouldn’t do any grabbing of privates or of my ass. She then moved me to the chair where she sat me down and then brought my hands behind me, where she cuffed them.

“Um…Gabby?”

I felt warm air across my neck. “You were late, therefore you have to be punished for that. I’m sure you’ll be tortured enough not being able to move your hands. I promise, no one else is here.”

I could vaguely hear the heels, the carpet padded them for the most part. I heard the door lock before a light came on above the silver pole that was attached to the floor and ceiling. She came from the left side and I just smiled a bit. She’d gone with a police officer’s outfit.

“I borrowed it from Sierra.”

“It’s fine. I kind of like the simplistic of it, nice little skirt, low cut. The handcuffs clearly fit as well. What’s the baton for?”

She just smiled. “Haven’t decided.”

I couldn’t do anything with my hands behind me, but watch her perform. Was it torture? Yes. Because I couldn’t adjust my pants or adjust my cock with my hands behind me, added anytime she got within arms distance I couldn’t reach out. I had to sit here and watch as she showed off the same stripper moves she had at the club last year, only this time she was removing clothes as well. Until the only thing she was wearing was those high heels. Only then did she come close to me, placing her foot in the seat extremely close to me.

“You’ve been very quiet.”

“You’re very mesmerizing.”

“What do you want? More pole dancing, maybe using a different pole.”

“You know I’d love that.”

“But, do I want to let you up or do I just want to move you. So many decisions.”

I followed her foot up, past the knees and thighs, past the waist and those bruises which I hated and to her face.

“Do whatever you want.”

Her foot moved and then she was straddling my lap, so mean considering she didn’t bother to undo the pants. She unbuttoned my over shirt and attacked my neck, quite literally. Not that I was really minding her lips being attached to my neck, but she paused when someone knocked on the door. I started to say something but she put her finger over my lips and shook her head. The knocking last a few moments before it got quiet and she kept kissing my neck, not letting me speak for some time.

“No one knows what room I chose but me, Sierra, and Heather. They won’t come to this room.”

She got up and thank god she was undoing the belt and thus going for the pants, which took assistance from me to get off. Freedom from the confines of my jeans felt nice. Her fingers on my thigh did as well, considering they were moving inward, straight to the balls. I never knew I liked that until she did so. Couldn’t deny when they moved to the base and up I wasn’t disappointed.

That was until she stopped and that occurred several times, she’d work me up and then stop. The worst part was I couldn’t get my hands on her to move forward or stop her or anything.

“Gabriella.”

“What? You know you like this.”

“I would like it more if you’d sit in my lap instead of kneeling on the floor.”

I really didn’t expect her to follow that idea, but she did move, I pulled at the cuffs as my cock just sunk into her.

“Better?”

“Fuck, you could have undone these first.”

“Not yet, I rather like having my own personal toy.”

“I could be doing a lot more.”

Her hands went into my hair and pulled slightly. “I like where you are.”

Okay, I’d just sit here, it was a bit different not being able to do much but I could watch her as she rose and fell in a steady pace. All I could do was focus on those nipples that were so close to me or just enjoy it. Yet, I was close again when she got up completely.

“Come on, this is just being mean.”

She came back to the chair and kissed me. “I had to get the key. Is it still whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

She undid the handcuffs and that felt nice but she moved my arms slowly to make sure it didn’t hurt.

“Do you remember the second time we had sex?”

I moved her around and kissed her abdomen. “I do.”

“I think I’d like that now.”

It didn’t take long to acquire that position on the bed either, yet it was time to reverse the pattern. So instead of going straight to the sex part, I made use of my finger’s first.

“Fuck, so mean.”

I kissed her neck. “It’s not mean, it’s payback.”

Even payback had its limits and I was really wanting more. If I was to be honest, I loved this position too. It was an intimate position, having her pulled so close to me, the ability to get my hands on her in ways I couldn’t when I was on top. The best part was just the closeness and it didn’t diminish what I felt or how it felt. It was always nice after orgasms to just hold her there, close to me.

“Why this position?”

She snuggled a little closer. “Because I know the next few weeks maybe quickies here and there, not going to have that downtime or extended time. Besides, I like being close to you.”

I kissed her. “I can’t blame you on that one.”

I laid here and held her before she kissed my nose. “Shower?”

“Do we even have clean clothes here?”

She giggled. “You underestimate me. Of course we have clean clothes here. Bag is by the door.”

“When did you arrange all of this?”

“Thursday when Stella and I went to get his cake. She kind of asked for help as well, so we arranged a few things.”

“Sneaky, does Taylor know about these things?”

“I’m sure he does by now, but he’s not going to be able to answer.”

“Kinky. Shower it is.”

We both got up and while the intention was just a shower, they never ended that way. Not that we minded a second round so soon afterward a first, it was different in a shower though. We finally laid down after getting clean again and she was close to me again and asleep before long. But, I heard someone in the hallway, assuming it was Sierra or maybe Heather I didn’t pay attention. The door was locked after all. I eventually drifted off as well.