Page 5 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)
Chapter
Four
Taylor
“How do we do this?” Mia asks, the three of us stepping inside her apartment.
“Why don’t we just hang out for a bit?” She’s nervous, and I grab her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Not that I’m some threesome expert; my experience is strictly fictional, via smut-listening. But as far as I’m concerned, this is girl on girl, with Gavin annoying background noise.
“Sure.” She motions to the couch, and I take a seat next to her.
“And I’ve got just the thing,” Gavin announces, sitting on the other side of Mia and manspreading way more than necessary.
I groan. “Please do not pull out your dick.” Leave it to a man to think his dick is the answer to any problem.
Gavin reaches into his pocket, pulling out a joint and a lighter. “Why, Taylor? You afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off my dick?” He raises an eyebrow as he lights the joint and brings it to his mouth.
“My, somebody thinks highly of his dick,” I muse.
He lowers the joint from his lips, leaning forward and blowing a smoke ring in my direction. “I do.”
I lift my middle finger and thumb, flicking the ring to break it up while shooting him the bird. “That’s not surprising.”
“You two play nice,” Mia chastises.
Gavin passes Mia the joint, and she takes a puff before passing it to me.
“What about it, Taylor? You want to play nice?” Gavin taunts.
I take a puff and hold the smoke in my lungs for a beat; I haven’t smoked pot since I was in high school, and it burns now as much as it did then. Refusing to cough, I hold it another second before leaning forward and blowing the smoke in Gavin’s face.
He smirks through the haze, taking the joint from me and pinching out the spark with his fingers before placing it on the coffee table. “That’s a no from Taylor, but I think Mia wants to play nice with me.” He grabs Mia by the face and kisses the shit out of her.
A rush of jealous heat washes over me as they flick their tongues against each other.
“Mmm. Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Mia says in a husky tone against his lips; whatever nerves she was feeling have magically vanished with the help of Gavin’s tongue.
Eye fucking roll.
“Good plan,” I interject, lacing my fingers through Mia’s hand and standing, pulling her away from Gavin.
We’ll see who has the magic tongue.
Gavin smirks at me as he stands and takes Mia’s other hand.
We cross the living room and reach the hallway. One of us has to release Mia because we can’t fit three-deep, but neither Gavin nor I is willing to budge.
“Okay, both of you let go.” With an exasperated sigh, Mia takes the lead, and we practically lunge to fall in behind her.
Gavin’s faster and beats me there with a kissy-kissy face over his shoulder.
“Fuck off,” I whisper-hiss.
“What?” Mia cranes her neck.
“Nothing,” I say.
I’m last to enter the bedroom, finding Gavin already has Mia pinned against the wall, dry humping her as they tongue fuck.
Oh, hell no. If this man thinks he’s going to sideline me the entire evening, he’s got another thing coming.
With the aggressive lift of my arms, I yank my dress over my head. Wadding it up into a ball, I fling it with all my might. It hits the back of Gavin’s head, and he breaks the kiss, craning his neck to figure out what happened.
“Why don’t we move this to the bed?” I suggest to Mia, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground before stepping out of my panties.
Mia takes in my naked body, and I focus on her, ignoring Gavin’s gaze.
He’s not here as far as I’m concerned.
Gavin
I’m confused why jizz is leaking down my rock-hard dick.
Taylor isn’t my type. In fact, she’s the polar opposite of my type.
I like my women petite and submissive, like Mia here.
Not curvy and dominant like the pain in the ass redhead.
Pain in the ass natural redhead, I should say.
Taylor’s pubic hair is neatly manicured, but there’s enough to confirm: the curtains match the drapes.
My dick jumps wildly.
“Your tits are amazing,” Mia murmurs, just as enthralled with them as I am. Taylor’s tits are amazing; naturally down-sloped just a bit due to their size, her porcelain skin kissed with freckles.
“You’re more than welcome to come play with them.” Taylor rolls her rosy nipple between her thumb and finger, and there goes my confused dick, jumping again, even though she wasn’t talking to me.
Frustrated, I grab the hem of Mia’s dress, and like a good submissive girl, she lifts her arms for me. I pull it over her head and toss it to the floor, and reaching behind her with one hand, I unhook her bra.
Perky little tits, just how I like them. I give Mia’s right nipple a tweak, but for some damn reason, I’m watching Taylor’s reaction.
“Beautiful,” Taylor murmurs, watching us with hooded eyes as she cups her full tits with both hands, kneading them roughly.
I’d slap those big tits before shoving them together and thrusting my dick back and forth between them.
“Mmm,” Mia moans, and I focus my attention on the woman whose tit I’m holding.
“Take off her panties,” Taylor commands as she snakes her hand down her belly, playing with her pussy lips.
“It’s cute you think you’re in control,” I tell her, yet I find myself taking off Mia’s panties.
“Spread her lips. Let’s take a look at this pretty pussy,” Taylor continues, lightly strumming her own clit.
“Do I need to shove my dick down your throat to get you to shut the hell up?” I snap at the bossiest woman I’ve ever met.
“Damn, that would be hot.” Mia whimpers as I run my finger through her wet pussy lips.
“We don’t touch each other,” Taylor reminds me dismissively.
Growling, I yank my shirt over my head with one hand; Taylor’s eyes land on my spider tattoo on my right pec.
A smirk plays on my lips as I unbutton my jeans, shoving them down and stepping out of them.
My shoes and socks are off next, and I pull down my boxers, my dick standing tall as I step out of them.
Taylor’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t say a word.
That’s fucking right.
“Damn,” Mia breathes.
I toss Mia over my shoulder, carrying her to the bed and past a satisfyingly silent Taylor.