Page 137 of Forgotten Comeback
“Sure.Ifyou can land a blow. Or if you wanna get on your knees in the ring andblowme. Either way, I’m down.”
“You’re still a walking red flag,” I inform him, us having both leaned across the console to where we’re sharing the same breath.
“Red’s still your color.”
He presses his lips to mine in the sweetest of kisses.
“Sorry, I fell asleep.” Call me twisted, but I love getting this man riled up.
Gavin laughs darkly, the sound pooling between my thighs. I gasp as he grips me by the back of the hair, the bite of pain making my eyes water. “I’m not sharing, but I might let everyone watch me fuck this sour puss of a mouth of yours.”
“Go fuck yourself.” I whimper as he tightens his grip.
“Ah,” he drawls. “You want everyone to watch you lose in another masturbation challenge with me.”
Heat licks between my thighs. “You’d come on my tits in the first round.”
Gavin nips my bottom lip before releasing me, a smirk on that pretty face of his as he hops out and hurries around the car, opening my door.
Accepting his hand, I climb out of the car and right my dress as Gavin adjusts his hard-on, and it’s then that I realize the man likes poking me nearly as much as I like poking him.
“What?” he asks me.
“We’re fucked up.”
“Yeah, we are,” he agrees, giving my ass a firm smack.
Lacing my fingers around his, I smile as he leads me to the back and scans his card, and we enter through the employee area.
“You wanna keep your purse behind the bar with me?” Gavin offers.
“That’d be good,” I say, my voice sounding all weird.
“You’re still nervous.” He squeezes my hand.
My tongue darts out, licking my bone-dry lips as I nod. “I’ve never been to a sex club before.”
“It’s a stoplight party. Red means no-go, so no one should fuck with you. They do, you tell me, and I’ll handle it.”
“Why aren’t you wearing red?” I challenge.
“Can’t. Bartenders wear this monkey suit.” He gestures to the tux that his broad shoulders and chiseled frame fill out so nicely. Accentuated by his absurdly handsome face, the man exudes confidence.
My eyes land on the bow tie, my cheeks warming.
“Aren’t you glad you stopped the wedding?” Gavin says in all seriousness.
“You are ridiculous.” I try not to laugh as I rummage through my purse, finding my compact and lipstick. “Hold this.” I shove my purse at him as I open the mirror and paint my lips red.Smacking my lips together, I give him a big ole smooch on his cheek, leaving the perfect lip imprint. “There. Now you’re wearing red.”
He howls with laughter, reeling me into his arms. “Baby, you are just as ridiculous as I am.”
“Sorry to interrupt.” Effie appears wearing a headset and a polite smile.
“Hey, Effie. You’ve met my girlfriend, Taylor,” Gavin says, and hearing him introduce me proudly warms my heart.
“Taylor. So glad you could join us tonight. Follow me, and I’ll get you set up.”
“Sure thing. See you later,” I tell Gavin.
