Page 95 of Forgotten Comeback

“Still doesn’t mean anything, huh, man-eater?” Gavin pulls his fingers out from beneath my dress, liquid riveting down his muscular forearm.

His eyes never leave mine as he licks his arm clean.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Gavin

Taylor and I fall into my car, attacking each other with our tongues and teeth. I shift my seat back as far as it’ll go before yanking her over the console.

She straddles me, running her nails along my scalp as our tongues battle, and my hips buck like some kind of feral animal. I wanted to show Taylor I was serious about us, but my plans always get derailed with this woman. And now, all I can think about israilingthis woman.

My skin buzzes like a live wire beneath it as she rakes her nails down my neck. With a growl, I suck her tongue into my mouth, wanting to taste this fire between us.

Taylor whimpers a low and throaty sound, and I release her tongue, my teeth moving down the column of her neck. She arches as I yank down her dress and bra cups, her big tits spilling out. “Fuck, these tits are as pretty as I remember.” Ducking my head, I capture a nipple, giving it a little love bite.

“Oh!” She cries out, grinding her pussy against my throbbing dick. I’m lined up perfectly with her soaked pussy, and I’ve never wanted to be inside a woman more than I do this one.

No, not want,needto be inside this woman.

My head ducks to her other nipple, giving it the same rough treatment with my teeth as I thrust my hips, needing to release some of this damn pressure. My hand snakes behind her, grabbing her ass cheek and giving it a rough squeeze. And remembering she showed her ass during the Hammer’s bout—heard some guys talking about it while I was in my dressing room—I give that cheek a rough smack.

“Oww. What was that for?” Taylor’s voice hitches.

Shoving her dress up to her waist, I grab her panties by the sides and rip the fabric clean in two.

She gasps as I jerk her upper half closer to me so I can get a look at her backside.

Roundand1each receive a firm smack.

“That was for flaunting your ass during Mike’s bout. Pissed me right off.”

Taylor’s chest heaves, but she keeps her voice steady as she pokes my chest with her finger. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“It’s gonna be a Mike problem when I see him,” I promise.

“One of your fitness fangirls knocked the Round 1 sign under the ring. I had to improvise. You wanted me to be the exclusive ring girl, remember? Now, are we fucking, or are we fighting?” Taylor challenges.

Taylor

Are we fucking, or are we fighting?

Maybe it’s a little of both. Our tongues clash as Gavin works the button on his jeans, and I break the kiss and shift higher onto my knees. The metallic clang of his zipper is snatched away by the sound of my heavy breathing. I don’t feel too bad, though, because Gavin’s chest is heaving, and the man’s an athletic specimen.

He growls with frustration, and I lift higher as he shoves down his jeans and boxers.

And there’s that photoshopped dick with the frenum piercing, standing tall and ready.

My body betrays me by shuddering violently. I hate that c word, but there’s no other way to describe this thing between me and Gavin. It iscrazy, and yet I can’t seem to stop myself.

“That’s right, baby. You’re going to take every inch of my dick, and you’re going to beg me for more.” He slaps my ass even harder.

Hate that I like it.

“Gavin?” I line myself up while holding onto his broad shoulders.

“Yeah, man-eater?” he asks smugly.