Page 11 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)

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…

“Shit, I’m coming!” Mia cries, and I snap my attention to her.

Frustrated with myself, I guide the dildo out of Mia’s pussy.

“Damn, Taylor. I’m going to be sore for a week,” Mia says dreamily.

I would offer to kiss it and make it better, but I’m tired of giving unreciprocated oral. “Next time, if I’m too rough, please tell me.”

“Oh, no. I liked it,” she assures me.

“I’m going to clean up.” I give her a quick kiss, walking to the bathroom and closing the door.

Unstrapping the bindings, I remove the harness and wash my dildo, refusing to look at myself in the mirror.

I don’t know which part bothers me more: that Gavin entered my mind during sex, or that Mia was unconcerned about me getting off during sex.

Returning to the bedroom, I find Mia up and getting dressed. “Where are you going?” I ask, hating the needy tone of my voice.

“I’ve gotta go home and get ready for mass,” she reminds me.

“Ah, I forgot.”

“Trust me, no one in my family would let me forget,” she jokes.

Throwing on some clothes, I hand Mia her purse and walk her downstairs to the door. “Say a confession for me.”

She smiles, shaking her head. “I’m going to mass, not confession. So boring, but the food at my nonna’s house afterwards totally makes up for it. Hey, maybe next week you can come with me, as my friend,” she offers.

My stomach falls. “But I’m your girlfriend.”

“I know that, but my family’s super traditional,” she explains.

So in other words, I’m her dirty little secret. “Yeah, maybe. Hey, but I’ll see you tomorrow night at the Ace’s party, right?” I change the subject.

“Tomorrow night.” She smiles.

We kiss, and I close the door behind her.

Moving to the couch, I hang upside down with my legs up the back, dissecting every word of our conversation. I’m comfortable in my sexuality, but that doesn’t mean Mia is, and maybe I’m expecting too much from her. Then again, maybe I’m selling myself short and expecting too little from her.

Kat’s working today, meaning she won’t have her phone on her; there’s a strict no electronics on the gaming floor policy. That doesn’t stop me from texting her.

I need a brunch date with my bestie!

As predicted, she doesn’t respond, and yet I still manage to hurt my own feelings.

Before I start sending really dumb texts to Mia and torpedo this whole relationship, I switch out my phone for the television. Thirty minutes of flipping, and I give up, tossing the remote.

I’m antsy, and figuring it’s because I’m backed up, I march upstairs. Grabbing my suction vibrator, I get good and comfy on my bed with a towel positioned underneath for easy cleanup. Spreading my legs wide, I bring the vibrator to my clit and press the lowest setting.

Nothing happens.

I adjust to the medium setting.

Nothing again.

I switch to the highest setting.

More of nothing.

With a growl, I hop up and find the charger, plugging it in, but the green light doesn’t turn on. “Why!” I bemoan. “RIP, my favorite vibrator.”

A woman on a mission, I remove the small bullet vibrator from my harness, only to find it’s dead.

Cursing, I lay back down, hell-bent on giving myself an orgasm.

My fingers graze my pussy lips until…

Your right hand’s gonna get carpal tunnel from all the masturbating you’ll have to do.

“Arg!”

Gavin

If I’m going to be tailing anyone, it should be Mia. But then again, I’ve never been one to do what I should.

A flash of red steps inside the sex toy shop, and color my dick intrigued.

Following Taylor to the back of the shop, I sneak up behind her. “Trying to alleviate those hand cramps?”

“What are you doing here?” Taylor spins around, her cheeks matching her hair.

“I would ask you the same thing, but I already know the answer. That orgasm-free relationship’s starting to get to you, huh?” I nod to the vibrators in her hands.

Her pretty jade eyes burn around the edges like signed paper. “Is there a reason why you’re obsessed with me, little fuckboy?”

“You know damn well there’s nothing little about me. Let’s see the contenders.” I snatch both of the packages from her hands. “Option number one. ‘Clitoral suction stimulation. As close as you can get to the real thing.’ Ah, a solid choice, considering your predicament.”

Taylor’s practically snarling at me, which only goads me on.

“Option number two,” I continue. ‘“Clitoral suction, curved for intense G-spot penetration.’ Another good choice, as I’m guessing your fingers aren’t long enough to reach that magic spot.”

She snorts. “Says the man who couldn’t find that magic spot with GPS directions.”

It’s my turn to snort. “Sure, man-eater. That’s why I made your girl come nearly as hard as you did.”

She crosses her arms, staring me down. “Maybe it’s not that you can’t find it; it’s that you don’t care enough about any of your partners to bother.”

“You really wanna play the psychoanalysis game with me?” I challenge.

Taylor squares her jaw. “I don’t want to play any game with you, Gavin. Move.” She grabs a package from the shelf and storms past me.

I snatch her wrist, spinning her around as an employee appears.

“Excuse me, is there a problem?”

My eyes cut to the man, and Taylor uses the distraction to make a break for it. “No problem,” I assure him.

His hands land on his hips. “Because it looked like a problem.”

I hold up mine. “No problem. I’m leaving.”

“I’ll escort you out.”

“Not necessary.”

“I insist.” The man puffs up his chest, and I try not to laugh. I’d have him concussed in two seconds flat.

Biting my tongue, I follow him out and slide behind the wheel of my car.

My phone buzzes, and I fish it out of my pocket.

You missed your session this morning.

My thumbs fly over my phone, responding to Russell before he narcs on me to John.

Business came up.

My fucking business, nobody else’s.

A knock on the window startles me. Rolling it down, I go to speak, but Taylor tosses a small paper bag at me and silently walks off.

Reaching inside, my eyes go wide. It’s a ball gag, with a message scribbled on a yellow sticky note.

Since you’re so concerned with my sex life, I figured I’d help you out with yours. Next time you have a thought, instead of verbalizing it, wear this. I guarantee your partner will thank me.

A triumphant grin stretches across my face. Taylor does want to play games with me.