Page 11 of Forgotten Comeback

He lowers the joint from his lips, leaning forward and blowing a smoke ring in my direction. “I do.”

I lift my middle finger and thumb, flicking the ring to break it up while shooting him the bird. “That’s not surprising.”

“You two play nice,” Mia chastises.

Gavin passes Mia the joint, and she takes a puff before passing it to me.

“What about it, Taylor? You want to play nice?” Gavin taunts.

I take a puff and hold the smoke in my lungs for a beat; I haven’t smoked pot since I was in high school, and it burns now as much as it did then. Refusing to cough, I hold it another second before leaning forward and blowing the smoke in Gavin’s face.

He smirks through the haze, taking the joint from me and pinching out the spark with his fingers before placing it on the coffee table. “That’s a no from Taylor, but I think Mia wants to play nice with me.” He grabs Mia by the face and kisses the shit out of her.

A rush of jealous heat washes over me as they flick their tongues against each other.

“Mmm. Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Mia says in a husky tone against his lips; whatever nerves she was feeling have magically vanished with the help of Gavin’s tongue.

Eye fucking roll.

“Good plan,” I interject, lacing my fingers through Mia’s hand and standing, pulling her away from Gavin.

We’ll see who has the magic tongue.

Gavin smirks at me as he stands and takes Mia’s other hand.

We cross the living room and reach the hallway. One of us has to release Mia because we can’t fit three-deep, but neither Gavin nor I is willing to budge.

“Okay, both of you let go.” With an exasperated sigh, Mia takes the lead, and we practically lunge to fall in behind her.

Gavin’s faster and beats me there with a kissy-kissy face over his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” I whisper-hiss.

“What?” Mia cranes her neck.

“Nothing,” I say.

I’m last to enter the bedroom, finding Gavin already has Mia pinned against the wall, dry humping her as they tongue fuck.

Oh, hell no. If this man thinks he’s going to sideline me the entire evening, he’s got another thing coming.

With the aggressive lift of my arms, I yank my dress over my head. Wadding it up into a ball, I fling it with all my might. It hits the back of Gavin’s head, and he breaks the kiss, craning his neck to figure out what happened.

“Why don’t we move this to the bed?” I suggest to Mia, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground before stepping out of my panties.

Mia takes in my naked body, and I focus on her, ignoring Gavin’s gaze.

He’s not here as far as I’m concerned.

Gavin

I’m confused why jizz is leaking down my rock-hard dick. Taylor isn’t my type. In fact, she’s the polar opposite of my type. Ilike my women petite and submissive, like Mia here. Not curvy and dominant like the pain in the ass redhead. Pain in the assnaturalredhead, I should say. Taylor’s pubic hair is neatly manicured, but there’s enough to confirm: the curtains match the drapes.

My dick jumps wildly.

“Your tits are amazing,” Mia murmurs, just as enthralled with them as I am. Taylor’s tits are amazing; naturally down-sloped just a bit due to their size, her porcelain skin kissed with freckles.

“You’re more than welcome to come play with them.” Taylor rolls her rosy nipple between her thumb and finger, and there goes my confused dick, jumping again, even though she wasn’t talking to me.