Page 84 of Forgotten Comeback

“In your dreams.” Taylor rolls her eyes, but she’s not fooling anyone with those blown out pupils.

“Yes,” I admit, giving my dick another tug, and her breath hitches. “I’m not too proud to admit I dreamed about you. I was showering in the locker room at Ace’s, and you walked in.” That gets me her undivided attention. “You stripped, but then told me we don’t touch each other,” I say with a frustrated growl.

Taylor’s voice is nothing but a throaty whisper. “Glad to hear I have some sense, even in your dream.”

Sense, or pure stubbornness?

A rough groan escapes my lips at the way her eyes fall on my hand; I squeeze my dick harder. “What about your dream, man-eater? Did I make you see stars?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she taunts.

“I would,” I solemnly nod, but she remains silent. “Because when I do get a hold of this pussy, you’re gonna regret being so damn stubborn.”

“My, somebody still thinks an awful lot of his dick.” She tries to play it cool, but her voice drips with pure sex.

“I do,” I agree.

She’s transfixed on my hand, and I pump faster and faster. I’m so damn hard, it only takes a few more tugs before I cry out, shooting my load all over her canvas. My hips thrust two more times until my dick stills, and I hang the dripping panties on the edge of the canvas.

Grabbing my discarded clothes, I strut naked past a satisfyingly silent Taylor. “See you tomorrow night.”

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Gavin

Sipping on my protein shake, I enter the warehouse to find Inferno pacing a hole in the floor. “Where the fuck have you been? You’ve been ignoring my calls and texts.”

“Sorry, I went to bed early last night and turned off my phone.” After nearly scrubbing my poor dick raw in the shower, trying to remove the red paint.

Fucking worth it, though.

“You know I’ve got a bout tonight,” I remind him.

“Don’t lie to me,” Inferno snaps.

“I’m not lying. I mean, yeah, I did go see Taylor last night to lock things down. She’s not going to say anything about our business to Kat.” My little blackmail leverage made sure of it.

“Forget about your ring girl ‘friend’ for one damn minute,” he snaps. “We’ve got a problem.”

“What now?” I ask wearily, slurping the last sip before tossing my cup in the trash.

“John’s here.”

I fist the air in victory. “That’s great news! So he did have a plan!”

Inferno shakes his head.

I lower my arm, regretting the premature celebration.

“No, that’s not great news, or no, he didn’t have a plan?” My forehead bunches.

My brother remains silent.

“Fucking spell it out for me,” I growl.

“He brought apetwith him.”