Page 16 of Forgotten Comeback
“It was a misunderstanding.” Now that I’ve had a chance to cool off, I understand Russell was talking about boxing, and nothing more.
“Well, let’s make sure there are no more ‘misunderstandings.’ We’ve got big money riding on tonight, and we need you to take one for the team.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve done my entire fucking life? Always bending over and taking one for the team,” I bite out.
“Gavin, we’re playing?—”
“The long game,” I finish for him. “How could I forget?”
He grabs my face. “Hang in there for me. We didn’t come this far only to fade in the final round. Yeah?” He pats my cheek before releasing me.
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath. “I’m gonna go home and catch some Zzzs before tonight’s bout.”
“Russell says you’re burning both ends of the candle.”
“If I’m taking dives, what does it fucking matter?” I brush past him.
Later that night, when I’m in the final round of the bout, that’s exactly what I do. Fade. Or pretend to, anyway, as I take a dive to the mats.
The ref begins his count as I keep my eyes closed, fuckinghatingthe long game.
Chapter
Seven
Taylor
A few days later…
I unlock Ace’s Wild, flipping on the lights. The gym’s eerily quiet, and I hurry inside the locker room to stash my purse. Something pricks my ears, and I spin around.
Gavin’s seated on the bench, watching me with an amused expression.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I demand.
He slides to his knees, draping his body over the bench with his ass in the air.
The man’s naked.
Looking down, I realize I’m naked too, wearing only my strap-on.
“Make me your bitch, Taylor. You know you want to,” he says with laughter in his voice.
“I don’t think little fuckboy could handle it,” I taunt.
“Nothing little about me. That’s why you fantasize about my dick when you’re with your girl.” It’s his turn to taunt.
“And you’re going to be fantasizing about my dildo in your ass when you’re with your right hand.”
“Let’s see it, man-eater.” He looks over his shoulder, making a kissy-kissy face.
I situate myself behind Gavin, lining up the head of my dildo against his tight ring…
Ring. Ring. Ring.
My eyes snap open as I blindly grab for my phone, but I quickly realize it’s not my alarm, but Mia’s.
“Sorry. I’m working an early shift at the Diamond,” she says with a scratchy voice, silencing her alarm.
