Page 93 of Forgotten Comeback

Gavin pays the worker before examining the punch machine. He does a slow-motion punch, stopping his fist from hitting the bag. He does this at several different angles.

“Falling asleep over here,” I goad him.

Gavin smirks, throwing his body into an explosive punch. The bag flies back and busts a hole in the backing of the machine, glass shattering everywhere.

Damn.

“You broke my machine,” the guy sputters.

Gavin shrugs. “You told me to impress my girl. What prize do you want, Taylor?”

Eyeing the prize wall filled with plushes, I point to the one I want. “Cactus.”

The guy doesn’t move, and Gavin makes a fist, rubbing his knuckles.

That gets him moving.

“Gavin,” I chastise.

“What?” he asks innocently.

Grinning from ear to ear, I accept the cactus plush. “It’s so cute! Bonnie gets lonely when I work long hours; she’ll like having a new friend—” I pause mid-sentence, realizing my mistake. I’ve shown too much of my…

Idiosyncrasies, we’ll call them.

Gavin’s watching me intently. “Your cactus’s name is Bonnie. I’ll have to introduce myself properly the next time I see her.” He grins.

Fisting his tee, I stand on my tiptoes and slam my lips to his. Gavin’s tongue slips into my mouth as his hands find my ass, yanking my body closer. An unspoken battle rages between us, our tongues warring, while an unspoken battle rages in me.

This is a bad fucking idea.

Actually, it’s not a battle, because there’s no counterargument.

Thisisa bad fucking idea.

His erection presses hard and heavy against my stomach as he pulls me closer; so close we’re practically sharing skin.

An embarrassing, needy sound escapes my lips, one he eagerly swallows as his hands kneed my ass, his lips stealing my breath.

“Get a room,” someone calls, breaking the trance.

My cheeks heating, I pull back, finding the rings around Gavin’s gray eyes have blown out.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Gavin leads me to the ferris wheel as I try to get the empty ache between my legs under control.

“Sorry, you missed the last ride of the evening,” the worker tells us.

Gavin says something to him that I can’t hear, slipping him a wad of cash.

The operator pauses the ride, and we’re ushered onto the only open seat.

As we begin our ascent, Gavin’s hand massages my bare thigh.

“Gavin.” I gasp when his hand inches higher, disappearing beneath my dress as his fingers brush my pussy lips through my panties.

“We don’t need a room,” he says against my ear, the deep timber of his voice causing me to squirm. “My girl has a public sex kink.” His fingers slip inside my panties, my stomach hollowing.

“I’m not your girl,” I say, even though I’ve spread my legs wider to grant him access.