Chapter Fifteen - long awaited

All I know is what I'm missing
What I'm missing is your kissing
Are you listening Don't go, don't go telling me you're alright
There's no room for getting uptight
Don't go saying that you're OK
When you're lonely


The Hanson household became into the Hanson watchtower for the next few months. Cameras had been placed all around the perimeter of the condo, letterbox, garden and even Taylor and Robyn’s room. The boys hired an extra lot of security guards explaining their situation and how they needed around the clock protection for Robyn. It was hard adjusting to the constant security but Robyn felt much safer than she did before. However, her lack of trust and confidence was beginning to show. She would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, kicking and yelling ‘NO, NO STOP!’ Taylor would find it hard to calm her down and the screams would alert the security men into their room. Robyn began to suspect everyone around her. Giving people in the house the 3^rd degree if they were writing a letter or sneaking around the house. Little did she know that she didn’t have to look far to know who was messing with her mind and constantly tormenting her to the point of insanity.

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‘Oh Robyn you look absolutely beautiful, doesn’t she Zac?’ Mia said admiring the white linen gown on her best friend. Zac was leaning back on his chair taking a peek under a mannequins dress. He was sitting in the bloody dress shop for an hour and a half looking at a range of dresses Robyn had modelled for him and Mia. He was getting bored and wondered what possessed him to come with the girls to pick the dress. When he got a smack from Mia to look up at Robyn he gave her an evil glare and moved his eyes to his brothers fiancée and was immediately in awe of her. The dress fitted very nicely and complimented her figure.

‘Well Zac? Do you think Tay will like this one?’ Robyn said turning around slowly feeling an immense feeling that this might be the dress she gets married in.

‘He would have loved all of the ones you tried on Robz...but this one..I don’t think he will be able to wait until the evening to get you out of it’ Zac said with a cheeky grin.

http://www.bridalmove.com/wp-content/gallery/bridal-gowns/wedding_dress_bridal_wedding_gown_1.jpg - SUCH A NICE DRESS!

And with Zac’s comment Robyn knew this was the dress for her. She took one last look in the mirror sighing to herself and reminiscing about the last few weeks. How she had been so short and temperamental with Taylor. Not letting him close to her when they slept next to each other, not kissing him goodbye in the morning or thanking him for making her breakfast. She was a right PMT bitch towards him. She figured she would make it up to him tonight. *hint hint*

Robyn knew Taylor would be working late that day at the studio and bravely dismissed the security guards from the front of the house. She hadn’t received any threatening messages or pictures in over 2 months and figured, one night wouldn’t hurt? She insisted the guards take the night of and she safely locked herself in the house waiting for Taylor to come home. She made sure the others were out, using the excuse ‘The couple-to-be need some time alone.’ After much persuasion Robyn had the entire condo to herself.

‘I’m home! Whats for dinner?’ Silence. ‘Ike? Zac? Rob..Robyn???’ Taylor stood dead in his tracks to find Robyn cooking in nothing but her matching bra and knickers. The smell of pasta sauce filled the air and Taylor was confused to what was going on.

‘Oh good, your home’ Robyn said turning around smiling, turning the stove off. She walked up to him slowly and seductively. ‘Thought I’d surprise you’ She said giving a little twirl in her new underwear.

‘So far, I’m liking it’ Taylor said removing his messenger and coat from his back. ‘I think we should take this back to our room...’ he said with seduction in his voice. He took Robyn’s hand and lead her to the bedroom. It had been a good few weeks since the couple had unplanned, passionate sex and Taylor was gagging for it.

Before long, his mouth was playfully assaulting on hers, as he moved himself into a better position on the bed.

Their open mouthed kisses were sloppy, but desperate for more.

Robyn moaned softly against his open mouth, hitching her thigh around his hip to bring him closer.

His hand immediately fell onto her thigh, drifting slowly down the lace of her underwear until he reached her hip.

As his hand moved dangerously slowly up her side, Robyn thought she was going to loose it completely, she forgot how easy he could make her turned on. His hand was under her shirt and moving dreadfully slowly to the places she wanted him to touch her most.

His fingers seemed to hesitate directly over her bra, considering whether or not to continue.

He drew in a ragged breath, proving that he was coming undone just as quickly as she was. His hand skimmed lightly past her breast and jerked the top of my bra down on the one side, just enough for her breast to tumble out to his touch.

Robyn’s thigh tightened around his hip, and he moved against her. The friction between his jeans and her body was intoxicating. He moved between her thighs more, shifting himself so he was completely on top of her.

He bucked against his girl, pressing his erection against her roughly. She held her breath. His hips swirled in tortuous circles, generating a delicious heat between the two of them, while his hand roughly grasped her breast, and his mouth devoured her lips.

She dug her heels into his legs, just below his butt, in the process parting her thighs to let him in further. Robyn came to the conclusion that this was the definition of dry-humping, but she didn’t care. It felt remarkable.

Robyn was growing dizzy. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was forgetting to breathe or that her body was alive with pleasure.

Her hands forked into his hair, urging his kisses. She could feel his painful erection pressing into her stomach, but she could hardly move to do anything about it. She was immobilized with ecstasy..

His hand moved slowly down the slope of her stomach, meeting his other hand at the top of her French knickers.

She gripped the back of his t-shirt with both her hands, hoping to pull his lips back to hers or to pull his hand back to where it belonged.

She was completely shocked when his hand finally slipped into her knickers, sliding down between her thighs.

His hand lightly stroked above her knickers, applying a feather-light pressure. Even so, she lifted her hips toward him, bucking hard for more.

He moaned against the base of her throat.

His fingers moved just enough inside her to allow for his thumb to find the hidden nub of nerves between her legs, swirling expertly around at the perfect speed. His touch was rough, needy, and Robyn moaned against his mouth. She was uncontrollably lifting her hips up and down in tiny, tentative thrusts.

After a few minutes, it was over. She came crying his name into his mouth, her whole body arching and convulsing beneath his expert hands.

She could hardly moved, it was beyond satisfaction.

Taylor dropped onto his back swallowing hard.

With both hands, Robyn shoved her hair from her face, sighing softly.

She peeked at Taylor through half-closed eyes and noticed the painful looking tent in his jeans.

She grinned wickedly, and with every ounce of strength she had left she pushed herself up and swung one leg over his hips so she was straddling him.

“Your turn.” she grinned. The two spent the rest of the night making love until the birds sang in the early hours of the morning.

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