Page 23 of Forgotten Comeback
“It’ll be our little secret,” she tells me in a flirty tone.
“Like the sound of that.” I wink at her, flicking my cigarette in an ashtray. “Tell me something about you. What’s it like being in a big Italian family?” I tread lightly, taking another puff.
“Annoying.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ve got too many people up in my business.”
“Is that why you’re going through your rebellious phase with Taylor?” I ask, getting off track. See, the woman’s still fucking with my head.
“I don’t know. Maybe.” Mia lifts a shoulder. “I’m just having fun.”
“What life’s about,” I muse, even though I can’t remember the last time I had fun. “How long have you been a bartender?”
“Not quite a year. It was either become a bartender or a cosmetologist, and bartending school was cheaper,” she admits.
“Smart move,” I tell her, taking another drag and holding it in my lungs before blowing it out. “These parties are nice to bring in some extra cash, but I wouldn’t mind a better-paying hustle. You know of any family job openings?”
“What do you mean?” Mia plays dumb.
My lips lift in the faintest of smiles. “Mia, you know what I mean.”
“Gavin, you don’t want anything to do with the family.” She makes the sign of the cross.
“Why?” I ask innocently.
“My cousin’s in that life, and he’s a fucking idiot. And that’s all I’m saying.”
Jackpot.
I stamp out my cigarette, glancing toward the door. “We’d better get back.”
“But wait, I thought we were going to, you know,” Mia says suggestively, rubbing her hands up and down my chest.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” My hands cuff her wrists, jerking hers away from me.
She pouts. “So? Like you said, I’m going through my rebellious phase.”
I spin her around, pinning her hands over her head against the door.
“Oh, yes.” She moans when I press my body flush with hers.
Nipping her earlobe, I whisper, “Get me an in with your cousin, and I’ll fuck that rebellious phase right out of you.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
Backing off, I hold open the door as we return to the bar. Taylor’s engrossed in a blackjack game, clueless her little bitch of a girlfriend doesn’t have a loyal bone in her body.
Sorry to man-eater, but in my world, it’s dog-eat-dog.
Chapter
Ten
Taylor
“Oh, God, right there,” Mia moans as I fuck her from behind with my dildo. I turn up the setting on my clit vibrator; my only chance at getting off.
Gavin’s taunts play in my mind like a bad song stuck on repeat. I thrust my hips harder, the image of that arrogant man bent over the locker room bench popping into my mind.
I’d make him beg for me to stop. But I wouldn’t stop. I’d fuck him rough and hard until he begged me not to stop…
