Page 10 of Forgotten Comeback

“I’ll try not to sweep you off your feet next time.” He winks.

My eyes roll as far as humanly possible. “You are delusional.”

He stands to full height, giving his thick neck a stretch side to side. “I’ve been called worse.”

I scoff. “That I have no doubt.”

“Everything alright?” Mia returns.

“Nothing that a little vodka can’t cure.” Gavin twirls the bottle in his hand before holding it over his shoulder and expertly pouring three shots.

Such a showoff.

He slides a glass to Mia and me, lifting his in a toast. “Cheers.”

Mia smiles as she clinks glasses with him, and not to be left out, I clink my glass to theirs. Closing my eyes, I kick back the burning liquid.

Gavin leans across the bar and flashes a flirty grin to Mia. “My shift’s over. Let’s take this afterparty back to my place.”

Not fucking happening.“I was thinking we could take this afterparty back to my place,” I tell Mia, flashing her a flirty grin of my own.

“Why don’t we take this afterparty back to my place? The three of us,” Mia whispers, shocking the shit out of me.

“I’m game. Taylor?” Gavin dares me.

Am I really considering this? I look over to Mia, a woman I’ve been crushing on for weeks, and I’ll be damned if I get squeezed out of this hookup by the likes of Gavin.

“I’m game. But,” I hold up my finger, “Gavin and I touch only Mia, not each other.” I stare him down.

“Afraid you’re gonna fall in love with me?” he taunts.

“Of course not,” I say dismissively. “I’m afraid you’d fall in love with me, and I don’t have time for obsessed fuckboys.”

Gavin nearly chokes on a laugh. “Glad that’s settled. Ladies, give me a minute to clock out, and then let the games begin.” He winks at Mia as he disappears to the back.

I waste no time, grabbing Mia and kissing her, staking my claim first.

Gavin wants to play games? He should know I’m more than willing to play dirty.

Chapter

Four

Taylor

“How do we do this?” Mia asks, the three of us stepping inside her apartment.

“Why don’t we just hang out for a bit?” She’s nervous, and I grab her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Not that I’m some threesome expert; my experience is strictly fictional, via smut-listening. But as far as I’m concerned, this is girl on girl, with Gavin annoying background noise.

“Sure.” She motions to the couch, and I take a seat next to her.

“And I’ve got just the thing,” Gavin announces, sitting on the other side of Mia and manspreading way more than necessary.

I groan. “Please do not pull out your dick.” Leave it to a man to think his dick is the answer to any problem.

Gavin reaches into his pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter. “Why, Taylor? You afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off my dick?” He raises an eyebrow as he lights the joint and brings it to his mouth.

“My, somebody thinks highly of his dick,” I muse.