The Christmas Plan (Sapphics in the City #4)

6. Taylor

6

TAYLOR

Okay, playing tennis in a sexy Santa costume is harder than I thought.

Taylor stretched her arm out to reach Mac’s serve, her shoulder rubbing against the cheap, suede and fluffy white trim. A grunt escaped her lips as her foot slammed into the hard court.

The ball cracked off of Taylor’s racket and back across the net.

The crowd gasped as the ball flew back, moving far faster than any of them anticipated.

“Come on, Bennett,” Taylor hollered across the court at her girlfriend with a wink.

Shaking her head, Mac smirked as she volleyed the ball back toward Taylor. As she took her swing, the cameras by the sidelines clicked as they captured the rising star’s form.

Once the ball was sailing over the net, Mac laughed. “Are you tired yet, Young?”

The game was slower in pace than a Grand Slam, not wanting to make a charity game too competitive. After all, the audience was a mix of adults and children.

But as Taylor reached to hit the ball back, her racket slipped in her hand, sending the ball straight into the net.

The crowd clapped for Mackenzie. Wiping her hands on the red tennis skirt, with the matching white trim, Taylor smiled across the court at Mac. It was still odd to look back over the net and know that the whole world knew about their love.

It was why the crowd wasn’t quite as thrilled, a part of them didn’t know who to root for. Luckily, this was all for fun.

They kept up like that for a few rounds, catching themselves getting more and more competitive as the score tightened up. But even then, as the sweat dripped down Taylor’s face, she was still able to smile through it.

A part of her couldn’t believe how light she felt on the court now, no longer dealing with her mother’s looming presence off court. Even an event like this would have been a chance to intimidate the competition for Kim.

And Taylor couldn’t be more grateful to rush across the court with a laugh as she faced off with her lover.

With the scores tied up in the third set, Mac chose a ball from the ball boy and got into serving position. As she did, her lips curled into a smile as she looked down the court at me. Even from here, Taylor could see the hunger in her eyes. She’d expected some of that lust to fade but so far, it was just as strong as the day they ran into each other in the locker rooms at Wimbledon.

Hell, it might be stronger now. Taylor swallowed hard as her eyes wandered down to Mac’s muscular legs, bending as she prepared to leap off of the hard court.

With a loud crack, the ball slammed across the court. Shaking the dirty thoughts from her mind, Taylor hustled to reach the hurtling yellow felt. But she had been too distracted, by the time she made it to the right side of the court, the ball had bounced out of play.

The umpire, sitting in the towering chair and dressed as Santa, called it. “Match, Mackenzie Bennett.”

Shrugging, Taylor giggled as she walked to the net and stretched out her hand to shake Mac’s.

At the net, Mac pulled Taylor closer while shaking hands. With a whisper, Mac winked. “Good game, baby.” She planted a gentle kiss on Taylor’s cheek, sending a warmth from her skin straight down her spine.

Mac walked over to the umpire Santa and shook his hand too. Following close behind, Taylor did the same. “Thanks for volunteering, ump.”

“Anything for the children.” He gave a hardy laugh from under the fake beard and belly.

As Taylor and Mac walked to their bags and started putting their stuff away, Mackenzie walked over to the sidelines and started signing balls. For just a moment, Taylor watched her. Fame looked incredible on her. She was humble as ever and more generous than any other star Tay had seen.

Swallowing, Taylor walked over to the crowd and shrugged. “Do you guys even want this big ol’ loser’s signature?” She winked as she pulled out a sharpie and started working her way down the line of the excited kids.

Each of them squealed as they handed her their tennis balls.

After a moment, Taylor waved goodbye and grabbed her bag from the bench. Mac took her cue and slung hers over her shoulder.

They waved goodbye to the crowd before heading down the player’s tunnel toward the locker. Behind them, the crowd cheered one more time for them. Mac reached down with her free hand and grabbed Taylor’s, lacing their fingers together as they ducked into the tunnel.

Leaning against the wall, Mac’s coach Barbara stood up when she saw the duo. “Well done, you two. You raised some good money.”

Mac nodded and stopped in front of the locker room door. “I’m going to talk to Tommy about potentially matching the money raised. That sponsorship should cover it.”

“True, but you have to save some for yourself.” Babs shook her head as she looked over at Taylor. “She’s too willing to give money away.”

A smile took over Taylor’s face. “Or just the right amount.”

Babs rolled her eyes and gave each of them a pat on the shoulder. “You still looking for a new manager?”

“Yep.” Not wanting to get into the details, Taylor just smiled and turned toward Mac. “Ready to go home?”

With a nod, Mac said goodbye to Babs and pushed open the locker room door. Only once the door was closed did Mac turn around to look at Taylor. “She was just trying to be nice.”

Lowering her head, Taylor sighed. “I know, I just hate talking about it.”

“I hear you.” Mac squared her body with Tay’s, dropping her bag on the bench at the center of the locker room. “Maybe going to the agency party will help – just to give you a few options.”

“Maybe.” Taylor wiggled her eyebrows as she rested her hands on Mac’s waist. The red workout shirt made her muscles hard to ignore. Toned and bulging from the match, Mac’s arms looked like they could swallow Taylor whole.

Mac leaned down and kissed her cheek again. “You know, we could have a few of our own.”

Pulling away, Taylor gawked at Mac. “What? Kids?”

Mac nodded.

Taylor lightly punched her strong chest. “Mackenzie, you’re crazy. We’ve been dating for like five months.”

“And we’ve known each other for ten-odd years. I think it’s a great idea.” Licking her lips, Mac pulled Taylor closer.

A light moan escaped Taylor’s lips as their bodies pressed together. “Of course you do. Because you think I'd take a season off. And that’s where you’d be wrong.”

Mac smirked back at Taylor, her eyes flicking between Taylor’s lips and stunning gaze. “We could just give it a try and see what happens.”

“Just give it a try? Like it’s that simple?” Taylor laughed, trying to stop her throbbing clit from distracting her too much.

“I want you so badly, it might be just that simple.” Not able to hold off, Mac brought Taylor even closer, pressing her lips into Tay’s.

Moaning, Taylor melted into Mac’s arms. With a kiss like that, it was hard to deny that Mac couldn’t get her knocked up just by looking at her. Even if it was biologically impossible… maybe it was worth a try anyway.

Leaning into the kiss, Taylor let her tongue tease Mac’s plump lips.

Pulling away, Mac smirked and walked toward the locker room door. She flicked the lock and sauntered back toward Taylor whose jaw dropped at the insinuation.

Once Mackenzie was within arm’s reach, she wrapped Taylor in her arms and moved her toward the wall of wood lockers behind. She knew they’d made it when Mac let her body slam into the surface.

“Fuck.” Taylor whimpered, the impact sending a pulse of excitement through her body. She couldn’t pretend like it wasn’t hot, like Mac’s almost indifference to her pain wasn’t making her clit throb with anticipation.

Mac licked her lips as she let her hand work its way from Taylor’s waist to her stomach, roughly tugging the red and white tennis skirt off away from her skin. Grunting as she moved the fabric, Mac let her head drop to Taylor’s shoulders. There, she had a view of Taylor’s entire figure.

Her cleavage peaked out of the top of her sports bra and the sexy Santa top.

“I didn’t think this outfit would do it for me,” Mac confessed as she plunged her hand down Taylor’s skirt and past her sweat and pleasure-soaked panties.

As soon as Mac’s fingers met Tay’s pulsing center, a groan escaped her lips. Thank god they were alone here because she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay silent.

Uninterested in wasting time, Mac used her free hand to grab Taylor’s thighs, hoisting her off the ground.

Taylor followed her orders, jumping into Mac’s arms and wrapping her sore legs around her.

“You’re very good at following orders.” Mac smirked.

Rolling her eyes, Taylor leaned into Mac’s ear. “Only for you, and only like this.”

With a laugh, Mac let her fingers slip lower into Taylor’s folds. She applied a deep, knowing pressure on Taylor’s clit, letting the hardened bead rub against her strong fingers. As soon as she felt Mac’s touch, Taylor’s body wanted to collapse into her girlfriend.

As her moans grew louder, Taylor rocked her hips against Mac’s hand.

Mac was far too eager to wait much longer. Instead, she slid her hand down Tay’s slit until she found her soaked entrance.

“Fuck.” Mac’s grip on Taylor’s back tightened as she moaned.

Letting her head fall back, Taylor felt herself losing all control. Something about the way Mackenzie took her would never stop sending waves of pleasure through her.

But without lingering, Mac pressed two fingers deep inside Taylor.

“God.” Taylor’s eyes shot open, pleasure washing over her. Sweat was still dripping down her body from the match as she found herself bouncing on Mac’s sturdy hand.

Eager for more, Taylor grinded against the hand. She let herself bounce along with Mac’s thrusting, fingers pressing deeper and deeper inside. It was impossible to ignore just how soaked in pleasure Taylor was. Mac slid in and out of her effortlessly, her bulging biceps tensing with each push.

Letting her arms fall from Mac’s neck to her arms, Taylor squeezed her veiny upper arm.

“Jesus, you’re fucking hot.” Taylor’s head rolled back, slamming into the wood again; this time she hardly felt the impact, too distracted by the pulsing fingers and throbbing clit between her legs.

Mackenzie smiled, enjoying every second of pleasing Tay. “It’s all for you, baby.”

Something about the rumbled words made Taylor lose it, any pretense that she could hold out on reaching her climax flew out of the locker room. Instead, her body began to shudder. She couldn’t keep up the bouncing anymore. Instead, she let Mac’s fingers press deeper inside as they massaged her channel.

But Mac knew exactly what Taylor wanted. Using her grip on Taylor’s back, which had dropped closer and closer to Tay’s ass, Mac gently rocked her girlfriend’s hips in time with her own hand.

It was everything Taylor needed.

Her head fell forward, landing on Mackenzie’s strong shoulders as a waft of their musky sweat filled her nostrils. It was overwhelming but in all the right ways.

Feeling her body beginning to tense, Taylor moaned as she sunk her teeth into Mac’s shoulder, through the red workout shirt.

Mac grunted her pleasure at Taylor’s bite, pain mixed into the sound as she kept up the pressure inside Taylor.

Watching Taylor’s every movement, Mac’s eyes flicked from her tightly shut eyes to her gaping mouth where stuttered breaths escaped her perfect lips.

Within seconds, Taylor’s grip on Mac’s arms tightened. Her short but manicured nails dug into the tensed flesh of Mac’s biceps.

“Oh god, Mackenzie.” Taylor gave a final scream of pleasure as her body released. Still for a moment, Taylor’s body hunched as she released onto Mac’s hand.

“Yes.” Mac moaned as she held all of Taylor’s weight in her hands

Limp, Taylor’s head rested on Mac’s shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Mac slowed her thrusting before gently easing her fingers out of Taylor’s center. Planting a kiss on Taylor’s lips, Mac then brought her fingers to her own mouth and sucked Taylor’s pleasure off of them.

Taylor watched her girlfriend's lips work each drop of her pussy into her mouth.

Swallowing hard, Taylor met Mac’s gaze. “You need to take me home, right now. I need more of you.”

With a laugh, Mac helped Taylor to the ground. “Consider it done.”