Page 17 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)
Chapter
Sixteen
Gavin
I keep my eyes firmly planted on my stopwatch, avoiding how Taylor’s tits bounce in that flimsy excuse for a sports bra. I’m keenly aware I’ve seen this woman naked; I’m also keenly aware all the men in this gym are imagining seeing this woman naked.
Why do you even care?
Still a good fucking question.
“Time,” I call, pocketing my stopwatch and taking the rope. Her chest rises and falls, her nipples hard enough to cut diamonds.
Grabbing a roll of tape, I wait for Taylor to down a gulp of water before I say, “Give me your hands.”
She tosses her water bottle down, flipping me the double bird.
“That’s ten pushups,” I bark.
“What?” she gasps.
“Twenty if you keep up the attitude,” I promise her.
Cursing me under her breath, she falls to her knees, and I tell my dick to sit down and shut up.
She shifts to plank, and I begin counting. “One. Two. Three.” Taylor’s tits are nearly spilling out of her bra, and I slide over, blocking the spectator’s view. “Four.” Her form’s becoming sloppy, her back arching. “On your knees.” The command comes out huskier than I intended.
“Excuse me?” she gasps, her arms shaking as she hits the floor.
I clear my throat. “Finish the set on your knees.”
She does so, hammering out the rest in modified push-up form.
I extend my hand to help her up, and she ignores me as she shifts to her haunches before standing. “Let’s get you wrapped up and move to the ring.”
Taylor
I’m still a bit shocked at the intensity of Gavin’s training demeanor. Or why my pussy fluttered when he ordered me on my knees.
I still despise this man, and I’m really confused why my ovaries won’t get on the same fucking page about that.
“Again,” he barks, and I smack the pads with a left jab, right jab, uppercut combo, sweat dripping down my face.
Glancing over to the clock, Gavin announces, “We have five minutes left in your session. You wanted to punch me. Do your worst.” Tossing the pads out of the ring, he stands defenseless, motioning me with his fingers.
If the man insists.
Advancing, I throw a solid right hook at his face. He easily rolls, my glove punching air.
I go for a left body blow, but the man’s footwork is something else. He easily sidesteps.
I throw a jab.
Air.
A cross.
Air.
An uppercut.
Air.
The man moves like a jungle cat, lithe and light on his feet. It would be impressive if I didn’t want to punch him so damn bad.
Doubling over with my gloves on my knees to catch my breath, Gavin cautiously approaches. “Uh, Taylor—”
Moving fast, I sucker punch him in the ribs.
“Ooof.” He doubles over.
“Now, would you please help me adjust my bra?” My nipple’s hanging out, but it was so worth it.
Gavin
“That was cheating.” I look around the gym to see if anyone else witnessed the dirtiest and yet sexiest move in all of boxing history. Adjusting her sports bra, I cover her rosy nipple, again, telling my dick to sit down and shut up.
Taylor’s smile vanishes. “No. You and Mia last night, that was cheating. This was me being resourceful.”
“Cheating implies a committed relationship, something Mia was never going to give you,” I break the news to her. “Aren’t you glad you found out now instead of later?”
“Aww, a fuckboy with only my best interest at heart. Very noble.” Sweat drips down her body and between her cleavage. Ponytail wild, cheeks red with exertion, I’ve never seen a woman look sexier.
“I try.” I give an exaggerated bow, and she sucker punches me in the left ribcage before marching to the ropes.
“Wait a minute.” I wheeze, chasing after her.
I get to the ropes first and hold them open so she can climb through.
She does, and I get a nice view of her voluptuous ass before I slip through the ropes myself, following her down the steps.
“Russell wanted me to get the word out about a gig tomorrow night. They need bartenders. You interested?”
“How do you know I used to bartend?” She eyes me with suspicion.
“I didn’t. But figured if you can deal cards, you can deal drinks.”
“Will you and Mia be bartending?” she demands.
“No.” Mia’s served her purpose; as soon as I lock things down with Sal, she’s ghosted.
Taylor squares her jaw. “Then yes, I’m in.”
“Unblock me, and I’ll send you the deets.” I grab my phone from my pocket.
“Deets, not dick pics.” She shoots me a withering look before scrolling on her phone.
“I was just accepting your offer.”
“Gavin—”
“Okay, I’ve forwarded you the info—”
Taylor gives me a parting jab to the stomach before walking off.
She doesn’t have time for obsessed fuckboys, I don’t have time for fiery redheads, but here we are.