Page 63 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)
Chapter
Sixty-Two
Taylor
“Let’s give it up for our bare-knuckles champion, Gavin ‘The Spider’ Webb!” Gavin laces his fingers through mine, leading me through the crowd.
Everyone’s wanting to chat Gavin up about the fight, but I can feel he’s still unsettled.
“Excuse us for just a minute,” I say, leading Gavin to a quiet corner. Placing my hands on my cheeks, I ask him softly, “You good?”
He rolls his neck, his eyes returning to focus. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? This isn’t a yeah moment. This is a hell fucking yeah moment! You’re the champion!” I slap his chest. “Hold that belt over your head. Cue the inspirational music. You deserve it.”
I squeal as he lifts me onto his shoulder, and I help him hold one end of his gold belt as he parades me and it to the VIP room.
We both grin as I’m placed onto my feet. “Why don’t you get us some food, and I’ll find us a table?” Gavin suggests.
“What is it you’re trying to accomplish here?” I tease him.
Gavin
What is it I’m trying to accomplish here?
“Got the belt and my girl on lock. I’d say I’ve already accomplished it.” I give Taylor’s ass a loving swat before I saunter off.
Finding an empty booth, I slide in and place my belt on the table, when Bree/Brit appears with a champagne bucket. “Congrats,” she tells me.
“Thanks. Can I get two more buckets of ice?” Because Taylor’s a badass and needs to ice her own knuckles.
“Sure.” She pauses a beat. “We had a bet going in the back of the house. About how long you’d be able to keep a girlfriend.”
“Yeah, who won?” Removing the champagne bottle, I plunge my right fist into the ice bath.
“Nobody,” she says with a little laugh. “It shocked everyone that you changed for the new ring girl.”
The beautiful thing is I didn’t have to change for Taylor. She’s seen the darkest parts of my soul and loves me anyway.
“We’re getting married,” I tell her with a big grin.
“No shit. Congrats again.”
“Excuse me,” Taylor says, sliding in beside me with two plates, and I drape my arm around her, giving her a quick kiss.
“Sorry I called your fiancé a twatwaffle,” she tells Taylor. “You two are really sweet together.”
“Thanks. What’s your name?” Taylor asks, breaking apart her chopsticks.
“Brin.”
Brin. I was so close.
“I’ll be back with those buckets,” Brin says, disappearing.
“Not even a hint of flirting,” I tell Taylor.
She rolls her eyes with a smile, feeding me a sushi roll.
I’m not hungry, but I’ll never pass up the offer of this woman feeding me. I chew and swallow before asking her, “How’s your hand? You should ice your knuckles.”
She shakes her head, showing off her right fist. “It’s gone down quite a bit. Steve got me an ice pack after he freaked out.”
“I bet he did.” I chuckle. “Nice KO.” My lips gently kiss each of her knuckles.
“Thanks. I have so much respect for what you do, because that shit’s hard,” she says in awe.
“You know what else is hard?” I say suggestively.
“Your head?”
I laugh, pulling her into my lap.
“Gavin?” Taylor wraps her arms around my neck.
“Yes, man-eater?”
“Are you really okay? Earlier, when I found you…” She trails off.
I let out a long breath. “Spent some time in a straightjacket during my involuntary residency. I don’t like being confined like that.”
She nods, pressing her lips gently to mine.
It starts gently, but quickly our tongues battle against each other, and damn, it’s been too long since I was inside this woman. My hands cup Taylor’s ass, nestling her warm apex directly on my growing erection.
“Something’s different,” Taylor breathes, rolling her hips.
“Raise on your knees.” She does so, as I unbuckle my belt and remove my throbbing cock.
Taylor’s lips part, her eyes blown out with lust.
“Thought my future wife would like another rug on the ladder.” I show off my new barbell. “Since we weren’t having sex, I had time to let this new piercing heal.”
“Get inside me now,” Taylor demands.
A smirk stretches my lips. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Gavin.” Her throaty voice has my dick jumping. “I want you…to go fuck yourself.”
Knew it was coming, but I laugh anyway. “You really wanna masturbate with each other, or do you want your favorite body part of mine?”
“I want your dick, and you damn well know it.” She practically snarls.
“Mmm.” My hips buck involuntarily. “Shift around, baby, with your back to me. I’m gonna make you see stars.”
She does so without hesitation.
“That’s it,” I murmur, as I bunch her dress up. “No panties.” I groan at the feel of her pussy kissing the head of my dick.
“Hell on my panty collection, remember?” Her husky voice is a shot of heat straight to my groin.
“Mmm, problem solved,” I agree. “Now ease down.”
My hands fall to her hips, but of course, Taylor doesn’t listen; she slams down on my dick, swallowing it whole.
Her mouth falls open on a silent scream, and I curse.
Something catches my peripheral; Brin silently drops off the ice buckets and walks off.
I don’t give a fuck what that woman saw; I promised Taylor I’m wrecking her pussy, and that’s what I’m going to do.
“You like?” I ask, thrusting my hips.
The back of Taylor’s head falls to my shoulder on a moan. “Oh my fucking God. I love.”
Inferno and John appear, sliding into the booth across from us.
“Congrats,” they say in unison.
Taylor’s body stiffens, her head snapping up. I wrap my arms around her; she’s not going anywhere until we both see stars.
“Thanks, but we’re sort of in the middle of something right now,” I say, my dick getting choked by Taylor’s spasming pussy.
“We won’t keep you. Hey, Taylor.” John smiles politely.
“Hey,” she says, her voice strained.
“Whenever you’re finished with your celebration, Gavin, we have a gift waiting for you,” John says with wide eyes, nodding his head, like I should know what he’s talking about.
“What gift? Spell it out.” I grit.
“After you finish fucking your fiancée, come to the warehouse,” Inferno interjects, and Taylor lets out a little strangled sound. “Taylor, you may come—”
I growl.
“Along with Gavin. Effie will keep Taylor company while we handle the situation with Mike.”
“Alright, got it,” I snap. “Now get the hell out of here.”
John holds up his hands, sliding out of the booth. “Going.”
“Don’t be a creepy fuck; you too,” I bark at Inferno, who’s making no effort to move.
He holds up his gloved hands, sliding out, and the two of them disappear.
“Inferno likes to watch,” I explain to Taylor, and her pussy flutters wildly. “And that will have to stay in the fantasy vault; no way I’m letting my brother watch you fall apart.”
“What about my fantasy? My asshole’s ready when yours is,” she taunts.
My hips thrust hard, my dick warming to the idea, even though my asshole’s still a little scared. “Maybe. But for now, let me have this fantasy.”
She grabs my hand, moving it between her legs.
I groan at the feel of her hot, wet pussy.
But she moves my hand higher, my fingers brushing…metal?
“Great minds think alike. I got my clit pierced for my future husband. Since we weren’t having sex, it had time to heal.”
My head thunks the back of the booth.
This is my fantasy, with my fantasy girl I didn’t even know I needed.
As promised, we both see stars.
Together.