Page 25 of Forgotten Comeback
Cursing, I lay back down, hell-bent on giving myself an orgasm.
My fingers graze my pussy lips until…
Your right hand’s gonna get carpal tunnel from all the masturbating you’ll have to do.
“Arg!”
Gavin
If I’m going to be tailing anyone, it should be Mia. But then again, I’ve never been one to do what I should.
A flash of red steps inside the sex toy shop, and color my dick intrigued.
Following Taylor to the back of the shop, I sneak up behind her. “Trying to alleviate those hand cramps?”
“What are you doing here?” Taylor spins around, her cheeks matching her hair.
“I would ask you the same thing, but I already know the answer. That orgasm-free relationship’s starting to get to you, huh?” I nod to the vibrators in her hands.
Her pretty jade eyes burn around the edges like signed paper. “Is there a reason why you’re obsessed with me, little fuckboy?”
“You know damn well there’s nothing little about me. Let’s see the contenders.” I snatch both of the packages from her hands. “Option number one. ‘Clitoral suction stimulation. As close as you can get to the real thing.’ Ah, a solid choice, considering your predicament.”
Taylor’s practically snarling at me, which only goads me on.
“Option number two,” I continue. ‘“Clitoral suction, curved for intense G-spot penetration.’ Another good choice, as I’m guessing your fingers aren’t long enough to reach that magic spot.”
She snorts. “Says the man who couldn’t find that magic spot with GPS directions.”
It’s my turn to snort. “Sure, man-eater. That’s why I made your girl come nearly as hard as you did.”
She crosses her arms, staring me down. “Maybe it’s not that you can’t find it; it’s that you don’t care enough about any of your partners to bother.”
“You really wanna play the psychoanalysis game with me?” I challenge.
Taylor squares her jaw. “I don’t want to playanygame with you, Gavin. Move.” She grabs a package from the shelf and storms past me.
I snatch her wrist, spinning her around as an employee appears.
“Excuse me, is there a problem?”
My eyes cut to the man, and Taylor uses the distraction to make a break for it. “No problem,” I assure him.
His hands land on his hips. “Because it looked like a problem.”
I hold up mine. “No problem. I’m leaving.”
“I’ll escort you out.”
“Not necessary.”
“I insist.” The man puffs up his chest, and I try not to laugh. I’d have him concussed in two seconds flat.
Biting my tongue, I follow him out and slide behind the wheel of my car.
My phone buzzes, and I fish it out of my pocket.
You missed your session this morning.
