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…