Page 8 of Forgotten Comeback (Parisi Family #5)
Chapter
Seven
Taylor
A few days later…
I unlock Ace’s Wild, flipping on the lights. The gym’s eerily quiet, and I hurry inside the locker room to stash my purse. Something pricks my ears, and I spin around.
Gavin’s seated on the bench, watching me with an amused expression.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I demand.
He slides to his knees, draping his body over the bench with his ass in the air.
The man’s naked.
Looking down, I realize I’m naked too, wearing only my strap-on.
“Make me your bitch, Taylor. You know you want to,” he says with laughter in his voice.
“I don’t think little fuckboy could handle it,” I taunt.
“Nothing little about me. That’s why you fantasize about my dick when you’re with your girl.” It’s his turn to taunt.
“And you’re going to be fantasizing about my dildo in your ass when you’re with your right hand.”
“Let’s see it, man-eater.” He looks over his shoulder, making a kissy-kissy face.
I situate myself behind Gavin, lining up the head of my dildo against his tight ring…
Ring. Ring. Ring.
My eyes snap open as I blindly grab for my phone, but I quickly realize it’s not my alarm, but Mia’s.
“Sorry. I’m working an early shift at the Diamond,” she says with a scratchy voice, silencing her alarm.
“Don’t apologize.” Propping myself up on my elbow, I run a finger up and down Mia’s arm. “Do we have time to make this an extra good morning?”
“Unfortunately, no.” She rolls out of bed, grabbing her clothes from the floor. “I need to run errands before my shift. Plus, I have to stop and get coffee. Because you’re a crazy woman who doesn’t drink coffee. Just like, rawdoggs the morning.”
Crazy.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I’m quick to say. “I could make you a chai latte.” Giving up coffee was one of the lifestyle changes I made after my…incident.
She scrunches her forehead. “Is it coffee?”
“No, it’s tea.”
She makes a face, pulling on her dress from last night. “Then no.”
“I don’t mind you leaving some stuff here, so you don’t have to recycle outfits,” I offer.
“That’s sweet,” she says, sliding into her sandals.
It’s not lost on me that she didn’t accept my offer, but before my mind runs away like a semi going down a mountain with faulty brakes, I say, “You want to hang after your shift?”
“I would, but I’ve got some family stuff.” Mia grabs her phone and drops it in her purse. “But I’ll see you tomorrow night at the poker party.”
“At Ace’s, right?” I confirm.
“Yeah. Wasn’t that the gym you and Gavin were talking about?”
Ugh, I hate that fuckboy keeps worming his way into my relationship.
And now into my dreams.
“Yep. You wanna ride together?” I crawl out of bed, wrapping myself in the blanket.
“I’ll just meet you there,” she’s quick to answer.
“You sure?” I ask, following her to the door.
“Yeah, I don’t know if we’ll wrap up at the same time,” she says.
“I don’t mind waiting.”
“Taylor, it’s fine. I’ll meet you there.” Mia’s voice has an edge of annoyance, and I drop the subject.
“Alright, gorgeous. See you tomorrow night.” I give her another kiss before she leaves, and I lock up behind her.
“Morning, Bonnie,” I tell my cactus, flipping on the kitchen light. “Did you hear all that? Was I being needy, or was Mia being weird?” Popping open my pill bottles, I down my morning regimen with a swig of water. “Yeah, I don’t know either,” I tell her.
“What am I doing today? I’m going to get ready for work. Not the Diamond, but my new part-time gig at the gym. Yes, I know, I’m supposed to relax on my days off, but how can I relax with all those?” I nod to the unopened bills.
Of course, Bonnie doesn’t answer. The day she does is the day my meds need adjusting.
Moving to my bathroom, I turn on the shower and strip, letting the water heat up before climbing inside. I’m antsy, and I decide a quick O would help.
Positioning the shower head to my clit, the pulsation does feel nice, but instead of thoughts of my girlfriend to help things along, my dream shoves its way front and center.
Gavin bent over, me about to make him my bitch…
I’ve never pegged a guy before. What would it be like? And to peg a cocky guy like Gavin? Making him my bitch? I bet that would be some heady stuff…
How would my dream have played out? Would Gavin have cried? Would he have come?
Dammit, why am I thinking about that man, dream or otherwise?
With a frustrated sigh, I reattach the shower head and lather my skin, ignoring the pulsating between my legs. It was a bizarre dream and means nothing, other than I might need a break from listening to smut.
Throwing on some workout clothes and my new Ace’s tee, I’m out the door. And on my commute, I decide to take a little hiatus from the priest and nun smash fest, just in case.
“Wouldn’t a computer scheduling system be more efficient?” I ask Russell, flipping through his desk calendar.
“Probably. But old dog, new tricks,” he says. “Cash box is locked in the bottom drawer.”
“Have you considered accepting credit card payments?” I wonder.
He shakes his head. “Cash is king.”
Won’t hear me arguing, considering he’s paying me cash under the table.
“I’m going to be out of pocket for the morning. You good opening by yourself?” Russell asks me.
“I’ve got it.” What’s not to get? Turn on the lights. Unlock the door. Greet members. I think I can handle it.
“Great. I’ll be back later.” He reaches into his desk and tosses me an Ace’s tee before walking out.
I switch out my tank top for the tee, and go about the job of, drumroll please, turning on the lights.
Main floor. Weights area. Hallway to the locker rooms. I stick my head in the ladies’ room and flick the switch before walking down the hall.
A warm blast hits me in the face when I open the door to the men’s locker room, the light already on.
Seriously? Somebody left the shower running all night? Damn, I don’t want to be here when Russell opens that water bill.
I round the lockers, catching the reflection of someone in the shower.
Not just someone.
My feet are rooted in place as Gavin’s soapy hands move over his chiseled chest. Those hands move lower, and my breath hitches when his soapy fingers dance around the barbell.
What the hell am I doing?
Other than getting hypnotized by a photoshopped penis and admiring the man’s rock-hard ass.
An ass I was about to fuck in my dream…
My head gets a little shake, forcing myself to snap out of it. Slowly retreating, the back of my legs bump into the bench, and I grimace as a towel falls to the floor.
“Enjoying the show, man-eater?” Gavin’s gaze meets mine in the mirror.
My cheeks engulf in flames as I avert my eyes to the tile. “How the hell did you get in here?”
“I have a key. How the hell did you get in here?” he counters.
“I’m working here, part-time,” I say in a rush. “Sorry to interrupt. I thought someone left the shower running.”
“Sure you did.” Even though I’m not looking at him, I can freaking hear the smirk in his voice.
“Get over yourself.” I spin on my heel and march out, ignoring the annoying pulsating between my legs.
I despise this man, and my ovaries need to get on the same fucking page.