Page 37 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Taylor

We finish our hot dogs as we stroll down the pier. “Step right up and test your strength,” a carnival barker calls our way. “You there, you want to impress your girl, don’t you?” He points to Gavin.

“I’m not his girl,” I’m quick to say.

“Only because you haven’t proven your strength,” the barker taunts Gavin.

“Um, yeah, that’s not why,” I interject.

“You heard the man. Time to prove my strength to mi lady.” Gavin gives a little bow.

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes, even though secretly, I kind of like it when he’s silly.

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.

This is a 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.

“You pussy disagrees, man-eater.” He enters me with that finger, and my head lolls to his shoulder on a moan.

“We have sexual chemistry, but that doesn’t mean we make sense.” I try to be the voice of reason here.

He slips another finger inside me, and I whimper, the voice of reason falling off the damn ride.

“Why do we need to make sense?” he murmurs against my ear as he moves the pads of his fingers deep inside me. He finds that little rough spot of nerve endings and begins pressing them over and over. He’s right, my fingers aren’t long enough to reach my G-spot, but, oh God, his are.

A violent shiver rushes through me, but I try to see past the sexual haze. “You blew up my house.” Let’s start with the most damning evidence.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, moving his fingers expertly in and out.

“You can’t be faithful to one woman,” I tell him on a moan.

“Give me the chance to prove you wrong,” he implores.

“What if I miss women?” I argue, locking eyes with him.

“Then we’ll find out if I have a cluck kink.” His hips buck, and he groans. “Damn, maybe I do.”

“Fuuuuck.” The idea alone is nearly enough to push me over the edge.

“That’s right.” He growls. “Let everyone hear how I make my girl squirt.”

“Oh, God.” He begins moving his fingers faster and faster, my pleasure climbing nearly as high as the ferris wheel. But remembering what he said, I correct him, “I’m still not your girl.”

His movement ceases, and my pussy spasms around his fingers in protest.

“Don’t stop,” I whimper, my chest heaving.

“Then say you’re my girl.”

“This is coercion,” I grit.

Gavin slips his fingers out from beneath my dress and moves them to his mouth, tonguing them clean. His smug look vanishes when my own hand slips beneath my dress. “Uh-huh.” He grabs my wrist, jerking my hand out. “You don’t get to finish by yourself what we started.”

His fingers return between my legs, working me fast and hard.

“Oh, yes!” I dig my face into his shoulder, my body vibrating with pleasure.

He grips me by the nape of my neck, yanking my face up. “Don’t you dare hide. Everyone’s watching me make my girl fall apart, and I want them to see. God, you are so fucking sexy.”

“Gavin,” I moan, my body shuddering violently as he fingers me roughly.

“Show ‘em how you squirt for me, Taylor,” he murmurs, his words pooling between my thighs and bursting into flames as he hits the same spot.

Over and over and over.

He murmurs filthy words in my ear as he doesn’t let up.

I’m a begging, needy mess. “Gavin, please.” Whether that’s for him to stop, or give me more, I don’t know.

“Not until you give me what I want,” he promises darkly, the muscles in his forearm straining from the exertion.

Higher and higher we go.

Or maybe that’s just me.

“Oh my God!” I bite down on his shoulder as my hips buck, that euphoric release washing over me as I come so hard, my eyes spark.

“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.