Page 20 of Forgotten Comeback
“I got a tip about Romeo being at his new restaurant,Daniella’s. Let’s crash the party.”
“I’m always up for a party.” I rub my hands together.
“That’s what concerns me.” My brother eyes me.
I cross my arms. “If I have been burning both ends of the candle, you and Inferno should ask yourselves why.”
“We’re all stretched thin right now, but the payoff will be worth it,” he promises. “There’s a pallet in the back. Why don’t you lie down for a bit, and I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
I let out a breath. “Yeah, alright.”
Unbuckling, I climb through the back and get myself situated on the blankets, giving the pillow a punch before I close my eyes.
Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine. One hundred.
My chest’s heaving as I lean back on my haunches and catch my breath. Russell wasn’t wrong, and that’s why I’m putting in a solo session before Ace’s opens.
I hop to my feet and wipe myself down with a towel before grabbing my gloves and heading for the locker room.
Flipping on the light, I switch out my gloves for my bag in my locker. My sweaty clothes are peeled off as I turn on the shower spray, giving it a minute to heat up before stepping inside.
Soaping up, I run my hands over my chest, all the while I’m thinking about a prickly redhead. My hand moves lower, wrapping around my dick before I stop myself from tugging at it.
A sound so soft I nearly missed it has my neck snapping around.
I lock eyes with that prickly woman in the mirror.
“Enjoying the show, man-eater?” My eyes take a stroll down her curvy body. Fuuuuck. Nipples on those big tits of hers are hard enough to cut through the T-shirt she’s wearing.
Her cheeks heat with embarrassment as she diverts her gaze. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“I have a key. How the hell did you get in here?” I counter. This time, I say fuck it and give my dick a tug.
“I’m working here, part-time,” Taylor says in a rush. “Sorry to interrupt. I thought someone left the shower running.”
My lips curl. “Sure you did.”
She cocks her head, her red hair cascading over her shoulder. “You’re right, Gavin. I was hoping it was you.”
My hand stills. “Why’s that, man-eater?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about the other night.” She lifts her tee over her head, giving it a toss, before working her way out of those illegal spandex shorts.
“What about the other night?” I ask, squeezing my dick to the point of pain.
Next off is her sports bra, and now that’s what should be illegal. Those tits.
She shimmies out of her panties, and my mouth waters.
“You,” she breathes, playing with her clit. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Come join me,” I tell her with the crook of my finger, my other hand tightly wrapped around my dick.
She shakes her head. “We don’t touch each other.”
“Why not?” I demand, jerking my dick faster and faster.
“Because…”
