Page 44 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)

Chapter

Forty-Three

Taylor

It takes me a minute to control my laughter.

Get over here already.

So you object?

About a hell of a lot, yes! I need to talk to you! Come over!!!

I now pronounce my right hand and my dick…

I object, you dickhead. Now come over!!!!!!!

I’m upstairs in your kitchen.

“Of course he is.” I yank my smock over my head and give it a toss, taking the stairs two at a time as my heartbeat flutters wildly.

Gavin’s seated on the counter, a pizza box and a bag of groceries by him. “My girl can’t eat healthy 24/7.” He begins pulling junk food out of the bag. “Chips. Ice cream. Donuts. Pick your poison.”

“Don’t ever use that phrase again.” I blanch.

He hops down, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m handling the Fabio problem.”

“How?” I look up at him.

“Let your man handle it.”

Gavin

Taylor shoves out of my hold; I let her. She paces the floor before stopping abruptly, holding up her hand stained with black paint. “We have to establish some ground rules. If you cheat on me, we’re done.”

My thumb runs across my lips, suppressing a grin. “Understood.”

She shakes her head. “So there’s no room for misunderstanding, by cheat, I mean kiss another woman.

Oral sex with another woman. Vaginal sex with another woman.

” She counts off on her fingers. “Anal sex with another woman. Digital penetration with another woman. Toy penetration with another woman. Phone sex with another woman. Sexting with another woman.” She pauses.

“Any kind of sex with another woman not otherwise specified.”

“Sure you’re not a lawyer?” I lift an eyebrow.

“Gavin, I’m serious.” She crosses her arms.

“My dick, tongue, and fingers belong to you. Got it. What else?” I challenge.

“I’m bipolar,” she says softly. “I’m stable, although that’s been tested lately. But in the back of my mind, there’s the worry I’ll go off on another manic episode, like the one that landed me in the mental hospital.”

My heart’s pounding violently, but I keep my tone casual. “We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it.”

“I can be needy,” she continues, laying out a case against us. “I can’t stand being left on read. You’ll constantly have to reassure me about our relationship.”

“I’m happy to reassure you. Just say the word: my dick, my tongue, or my fingers.” I wag my eyebrows, shaking off the unease from a moment ago.

Taylor purses her lips, holding in a laugh. “Uh-huh. You do understand a relationship is about more than sex, right?”

“Sure, but I figure ‘out-of-this-world amazing’ sex can’t hurt. Your words.” I smile smugly.

She continues her verbal march. “You’re keeping secrets from me, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be okay with that.”

I raise my hands. “That’s another bridge we’ll cross when we get to it.”

“Sometimes I can be bitchy—”

“Not my little sour puss.” I gasp.

“Dickhead,” she spits, and I chuckle. “Gavin, be serious for one minute.”

“Serious,” I say, giving my neck a stretch before hopping down from the counter and doing a little shadowboxing shuffle. “Alright, I’m serious.”

“If I’m your girl, then you can’t flirt with every woman in the Tri-State area,” she informs me.

“Hey, now, don’t forget about Philly,” I tease her.

She crosses her arms. “Those are my stipulations. With all of that on the table, do you still want a relationship with me? Here’s an out if you need it.”

I charge, and Taylor squeals as I toss her over my shoulder and give her ass a smack.

Wrapping both hands around her hips, I reposition her on the table, nestling in between her legs.

“I’m going to have my girl spread out on the table and fuck her, and then feed her and put her to bed.

After she helps me take off the bowtie, because it’s damn near cutting off circulation to my dick,” I admit, and Taylor dies laughing.

Grinning, I lean in until we’re sharing the same breath. “Fuck your out. Unless you’re the one who needs an out.” Pulling back, I flap my chicken arms. “Buck-buck-buck.”

Challenge in her eyes, she fists my shirt, pulling me close. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Regret this? Nah, I’m gonna make it so good, she questions why she fought so hard against this.

Against us.

Never had a steady girl before, and I’m not sure exactly how I’m gonna do that, but I figure making her see stars won’t hurt.

I claim her lips, my tongue flicking against hers. She claws at me, pulling me closer as our tongues battle. “Taylor, baby?” I say against her lips.

“Yeah?” Her sweet breath fans my face.

“Seriously, you gotta help me with the bow tie situation.”

Her body shakes with laughter as she moves her fingers to my jeans. Unbuttoning them, she yanks them, along with my boxer briefs, down. “I’ve never been so amused while being turned on.”

“Here to serve, mi lady.” I give a silly little bow.

Her face is stretched with a huge grin as she gets to work untying the bow tie that’s being stretched dangerously taut with my rock-hard dick. “It’s knotted; I need a better angle.” She hops down from the table and falls to her knees, looking up at me. “Is this your attempt to get me on my knees?”

“Seems to be working,” I taunt.

Taylor fights a smile, working the knot untied. And then she uses that sharp tongue of hers, lapping the precum from the slit of my dick as the bow tie flutters to the ground.

“Damn, maybe I am the mastermind after all,” I mutter, my head falling back on a groan.

“What?” Taylor looks up at me.

“I’ll bruise your esophagus another time.” I help her up and grab her by the waist, positioning her on the table.

“You gonna risk it?” Taylor challenges.

Pretty sure she was bullshitting me about the projectile vomiter comment, but I answer her honestly, “No risk, no reward.” I bunch her dress around her waist before my fingers fist the band of her panties, ripping them off.

The scraps of fabric join the bow tie as Taylor spreads her legs for me. “You are hell on my panty collection,” she murmurs.

“Don’t wear any; problem solved.” I nudge her entrance with the head of my dick. She’s ready for me; that sweet pussy of hers already glistening. “You’re my girl, but I want to hear you say it.”

She fists my shirt, bringing me inches from her lips as she wraps her legs around my waist, my dick knocking at her entrance. “I’m your girl. Now fucking act like it before I fall asleep.”

Dark laughter rumbles in my chest as I slam my dick inside her.

Taylor screams as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders, and I begin to fuck her ruthlessly. “Act like it? Baby, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Doubtful.” Taylor goads me with her half-lidded eyes. She falls to her elbows, and I take my free hand and slap her clit. She cries out, and I begin rubbing it fast as I thrust my hips, fucking her hard and deep.

“Talk to me after I rearrange your internal organs.” Each thrust sends a wave of violent heat to my groin. My dick’s so hard, I’m dying to come, but not before I keep my promise.

“You’re so damn cocky,” Taylor moans, her eyes rolling back in her head as her luscious body trembles.

“Mmm,” I agree, refusing to give her a reprieve as I slap the side of her right tit, then her left, obsessed with the way they jiggle.

“Ye-s,” she moans, and that rewards her needy little clit with another slap. “Gavin!” Taylor cries out my damn name, coming long and hard.

“Fuck,” I grit as her pussy strangles my dick. My hips buck wildly as I come in long, drawn-out bursts.

With a big grin on my face, I scoop her limp body up with us still connected, carrying her to the bedroom. “I can walk,” she protests with a hoarse voice.

“Then we’re not done fucking,” I promise her.