This chapter contains mature material.

This one is dedicated to NMatthee2 for inspiring others to be their best, by being her best x

When I wake up enough to be aware of my body, my mouth reminds me what I was up to last night. I have the worst case of sandpaper mouth ever known to woman kind. My tongue is literally plastered to the roof of my mouth.

And then the memories come flooding back. The good, the bad and the very very sexy.

Ah crap. I got myself a little Bayne action last night. Scratch that, a whole lot of Bayne action.

I sneak a look at the alarm and it's still relatively early, so I am in no rush at all to get out of bed. Instead, I decide to lay back down and have a replay of my stupid, slutty actions from last night. I do however, need to find some sort of liquid and a toothbrush because this taste in my dirty mouth is enough to make me gag.

After scrambling around and finding some cold bottled water and giving my teeth a scrub with enough mouth wash to clean a whole ship load of foul mouthed sailors, I clamber back under the ever forgiving covers and day dream about my naughty night.

I don't remember running into either Jax or Candice again after I left the bathroom scene of the sexy times and left with Bayne in tow. The last clue on Candice's where- abouts was her vocal porn show. Which I might add, was just ramping back up again as Bayne and I fled down the stairs and out into the night air.

We both stumble out into the cool night and stand there staring at each other. I burst out laughing first and soon he is joining me, a chorus of giggles and chuckles coming out of us in unison until we cant laugh anymore and I can't even remember why we started in the first place.

Again we stand staring, until he reaches for my hand and I oblige. The alcohol has mostly worn off now, so I can't blame the drinks anymore. I'm just going with it.

"Come on, I want to show you something." He says taking my hand.

"That's what she said." I say deadpanned, and we both laugh again as I follow his lead away from the frat house. Various scattered bodies lay amongst the cup-filled grass and we tip toe around them as we leave. It's like a minefield of men, drink not dead but equally messy.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask but I don't get an answer.

"If you are thinking about murdering me, i have people who will kill you and make it look like an accident." I say towards the back of his head as I follow him but he just shrugs and continues to lead me astray.

In more ways than one.

We walk for another fifteen minutes and I'm beginning to be way too sober for the activity level. I'm about to start complaining when he grabs me and pushes me up against the side of the building we have approached.

He pushes his body up against mine, completely flush and slowly raises my hands up above my head, pinning them there with his.

He leans into my shoulder and starts to pepper small kisses along my neck and up the line of my jaw until he reaches the edges of my mouth. I try to tug my hands away but I can't, he holds them tight.

His mouth begins to devour mine and I let him. I couldn't stop him, even if I wanted to. It's too delicious. Too hot. Too much and not enough at the same time. To have him is to always be wanting more. His hands finally abandon mine as they find their way into my hair and all over my body as my eager fingers inch their way under his shirt and up his hard chest.

"Fuck. Ok. That's enough or I'll end up fucking you here up against this wall and then you will hate me again." He says breathlessly.

I go to answer but I can't think of anything quick enough and I know that he is right, so I just shake my head, tracing my finger over my lips, savouring the feeling of his bad lips on my equally guilty ones.

He beats me to a smart remark by adding;

"After you thank me for your second orgasm of the night of course." So cheeky, he says it with a deep chuckle and then winks at me.
I smirk back and ignore the heat that rises to my face and the instant pooling in between my thighs. Fuck. I'm such a goner.

I look around, trying to break the thick sexual tension by changing the subject, but I literally have no clue where we are and no intelligent thought can be found or produced by my sex boggled mind.

"So, uh, where exactly are we?" I say, attempting instead to direct the attention to him, desperate to hang on to the last shreds of my decency though I know it's far too late.

I have no decent bone left in my horny bad little body.

He gives me a smile that seriously melts my entire facade and produces a small key from the back pocket of his pants.

"Come and find out." He says, inserting said key into the lock and turning it. As the door opens, the over- strong smell of chlorine hits my nose and overwhelms my semi-sober state.

"Are we... sneaking into the campus pool?" I ask, admittedly a little excited. I love a swim. I love a secret late night swim even more.

"Maybe." He answers, pulling me through the door into the darkened entrance and shutting the door again behind us.

The small door space closes any distance between us again and I feel his lips on my cheek, his hands roaming my body in the dark.

He moves away but keeps hold of my hand, guiding me into another small room and finding his way to a door that opens onto the huge empty campus pool. It is dimly lit, the open windows in the ceiling see to that. The natural night sky lights the room enough to see safely but not enough to draw attention to the two people sneaking in for a midnight sexy swim.

He lets go of my hand and begins to undress by the side of the shallow entrance to the pool.

I avert my gaze, suddenly I'm a prude even though he has had his face in my crutch not even an hour ago, and walk carefully to the edge of the water, slipping off my shoes and dipping my toe in, sighing in relief when I find it is warm.

"What are you waiting for?" He asks, ducking into the dark blue water. I only catch a quick glimpse of his body slinking into the cool depths in the blue lights of the open- glass ceiling. It doesn't escape me that he is absolutely stark naked.

Skinny dipping in the college pool can now be checked off my ever growing naught bucket list.

I stand at the edge, watching him glide through the water, a smug look on his beautiful face. His hair is sleek against his face and his shoulders shine under the moonlit room. It's only turned into a fucking romance novel up in here.
He stops suddenly, dipping his head into the water in front of him and effectively mooning me as he goes under.

He disappears completely under the dark surface of the water and I crane my neck over the eery edge to see where he is but he surprises me by erupting close to my feet and showering me with a splash of warm water.

"Stop ogling me and get in you pervert." He says, sending another wave my way as I try to escape his hold.

"Ok ok! Stop. I'll get in, turn around and give a lady some privacy will you." I say, twisting so my back is to him and removing my now wet outfit.

"Not a chance." He laughs back, but doesn't make a move to turn away at all.

I take my time removing my clothes, feeling suddenly brave under his gaze. The alcohol certainly doesn't help either. Sober Ellis would never do this. But I decide that she can take a back seat to her slutty more confident alter ego tonight. Tequila whore is in the house.

When I'm down to just my bra and undies, Bayne's face is a picture of lust. His eyes peek out at me through hooded lashes and he licks his lips and pulls
his bottom lip in between his teeth. I give him a show, my flexibility coming in handy as I bend down, sliding my limber upper body along my legs, folding my body in half as I remove my underwear.

"Jesus Ellis." He wheezes out as I try to stifle my smug laugh.

I start to step towards the edge again as I undo my bra and drop it behind me.

I tip toe into the shallows around steps, completely bare, as he swims across to meet me there. He extends his hands to me and I slowly step down into the water, into his grasp. The warm water and the heat from his body envelopes me and I gasp out loud as my water beaded body meets his smooth one, front to front and finding him very aroused.

My striptease must have been the shit because he is standing at attention.

Her certainly has mine.

I'm not sure what's wetter now, the water or me.

Bayne swims along with our bodies together, pulling me with him as I wrap my legs round his strong back and hug him close with my arms.

We reach his destination when my back is pushed against a corner of the pool in the darker shaded section.

I can just make out his face as he moves closer to mine, licking his lips again before taking control of my mouth and sliding his eager tongue in without even hinting at it, it's more desperate now, a need to claim my mouth as his.

He reaches in between our wet bodies and slides himself into me fast and I swear out loud;

"Fuck Bayne." I pant out as he begins to move us up and down, the water sloshing around us, my head tipped up to the star- blazed sky.

"I know." He says in between thrusts, his breath faster and his hips even more so. His mouth finds mine again as I look back at him. His intention is written all over his face. His eyes are half closed and his lip is wedges between his teeth.

We don't need to say anything. I know there is fire between us. That's not the issue. The absolute chemistry that sparks when we are around each other is as fucking spectacular as New Years Eve fireworks. The passion I feel when we are connected like this, our bodies heaving in the water, as one, is electric.

I can't get enough but I know I need to stop. It's poetic really. Having what you can't have. And wanting more of what you shouldn't.

But fuck it if I won't enjoy this right now.

The pace begins to pick up more and more and his hips are bucking mine into oblivion. And the wall. I'll have a graze as a trophy but I don't even care. The pain and the pleasure go hand in hand. Just like our situation; it's wrong but it's so right.

I feel his tension rising and he begins to grunt into my shoulder, biting down a little, making me cry out loud as I hold on tighter. He pushes deeper into me with such brute force that threatens to ruin me as he releases and spills into me. And coincidentally, the pool.

Sorry morning swimmers, you will be eating Bayne's swimmers this morning.

We stay like this, bodies entwined, arm's entangled and minds a mess. It feels like hours but seconds at the same time.

As we slowly peel apart, I move into the deeper end of the pool and tread water lightly, getting my bearings back.

"What are we?" I say softly, eyes on his, saying it more to myself than anything but I know he heard me because his face falls ever so slightly before he recovers. He hides things well.

"Something else." He says, signature smirk on his face as he swims slowly to stop in front of me. Just out of my reach.

How ironic.

He dips his face under the water, closing his eyes for a second and then rises a little, opening them again and sighing before continuing;

"It's complicated Ellis. I love Cara. I do. We have been together for years. It's comfortable. Easy. I just didn't expect this, didn't expect you." He says, eyeing me carefully. The honesty is refreshing but it stings a little hearing him say he loves her. His girlfriend.

"Hmm." Is all I can muster because I know that I am losing control of myself. The sinking feeling I get when he mentions her make me sick. I know I should stop this but I can't. And I don't want to.

"You're great Ellis. It doesn't help at all that you are completely gorgeous and a sweetheart. It's just, messy. I know I should stop seeing you. Wanting to see you. But I can't." It's the most soul baring thing someone has ever said to me. At least I know we are on the same page. We are both fucked.

"Ahhh. So, what do we do?" I ask, paddling my self slowly towards him.

He starts to do the same.

Two ships in the night, heading for a collision because our lighthouse is too stubborn to do what it's supposed to, light our way, keep us apart. The lighthouse has its own agenda and it's going to wreck us all.

"I don't know." He answers flatly, starting to close the small distance between us from his side, inch by inch.

"We should stop." I say, his body is almost in reach now, just a few more strokes and he will be mine.

"We should." He agrees, grabbing my hands and pulling me to him.

"I don't want to." I whisper into his shoulder as i contort my body around his.

"Neither do i." He says into my ear as he cradles me in close.

Fuck.

A shiver encases my hungover body as I drift back to reality. Just reliving last nights events leave me panting for more.

I'm equally hooked and fucked and I couldn't even begin to manoeuvre my way out of this mess, even if I wanted to.

So I tuck myself up under the covers and start to tell myself the one thing that all deluded mistresses tell themselves.

He will leave her for me.

I hate that this is where I'm at. But it would be naive of me to believe I could back out easily now.

Just as I outwardly laugh at the idiotic bimbo I have become, my phone beeps signalling a text. I uncover my face far enough to reach for my phone beside the bed and as soon as I see his name my heart rate picks up.

Pathetic.

Bayne
Last night was.... everything.

Yeah. I'm so screwed.