Page 27 of Forgotten Comeback
Deciding not to push too hard, I heart Mia’s message before pocketing my phone and getting to work.
Taylor and her dealer friend Kat enter the basement, chatting it up and laughing with each other. Taylor rarely smiles. Or maybe she rarely smiles aroundme. Either way, she should do it more. It lights up her entire face, making her beautiful jade eyes sparkle.
Catching that thought, Christ, I do need a haymaker to the head, because when the fuck did I start noticing a woman’s eyes?
With a frustrated growl, I grab a knife and busy myself with cutting lemon wedges. One squirts in my eye, and I curse.
See, what I fucking get.
Checking the ice situation below the bar, I pop back up in time to watch Taylor’s friend mosey my way.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Kat bellies up to the bar.
I flash my best smile. “Even better now that you’re here.”
There. That’s more like it.
“How did I know you were going to be a shameless flirt?” Kat teases. “Could I bother you for a water?”
“No bother, gorgeous.” I wink, handing her a bottle.
She drops a dollar in my tip jar. “Thanks.”
“Feel free to drop your number in there.” I flash another flirty grin.
See, this is who I am, not a simp creating odes to Taylor McKenna’s fucking eyes.
Shaking her head with a little laugh, Kat says, “I’m guessing your tip jar runneth over with numbers. Thanks for the water.” She walks off.
I duck beneath the bar in search of a bottle opener, popping back up to find those jade eyes shooting daggers at me. “The ball gag also applies to hitting on my friends,” Taylor informs me. “If you feel the overwhelming urge to be your typical fuckboy self, pop it in your mouth.”
“Green is such a good color on you, Taylor,” I poke her.
Her eyes narrow to slits. “Don’t flatter yourself. Can I get a water?”
“Only if you beg for it.” I’m just messing with her, but my dick likes the sound of that.
“See, this is one of those moments. Open wide, and bite down on the ball.” She snaps her teeth.
“How’d the new vibrator work out? Not as good as me coaxing an orgasm from you, but nothing would be,” I muse.
“Please, Gavin,” she says in a breathy tone that goes straight to my dick. “I want you…to go fuck yourself.”
I clasp my hands, leaning over the bar. “Weird way to ask me to masturbate with you again, but I’ll consider it.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ve never met a man more in love with his own dick.”
“Don’t leave out your girl; she’s a big fan of my dick. Interesting Mia wants the D but not the P, yet she’s in a ‘relationship’ with a woman.”
Taylor flips me the bird, storming to her table.
My smile turns into an all-out grin. Why would I want to fuck myself when it’s so much more enjoyable to fuck with Taylor?
Guests begin arriving, and I turn my focus to slinging drinks. It’s not that I hate bartending; I’m actually pretty good at it. But what chaps my ass is neither of my brothers takes me seriously as a contender. If they don’t, then why should I?
I glance across the room at Taylor. Like me, she appears to be proficient in her job, but also like me, she’s going through the motions.
That’s when I see it: A man walks behind her, reaching out and grazing her ass. She spins around, and words are exchanged before the man holds up his hands and comes sauntering to the bar.
