Page 49 of Forgotten Comeback
Gavin takes great satisfaction in running his fingers along his shiny lips and bringing them to his mouth before he closes my door.
I take great satisfaction in kicking gravel in his direction as I peel out.
Chapter
Twenty
Gavin
I search through my lock pick toolkit, selecting a rake and tension wrench to take care of this pin tumbler. The lock pops open, and I enter the kitchen, taking a cursory look around. Minimalist in style, with a potted cactus on the windowsill.
Prickly Taylor. It’s fitting.
I snoop through the cabinets, making sure not to touch a thing. The woman’s got her pantry organized to a T. Same with her fridge.
Entering the living room, I take in the framed photos displayed on a bookcase. A high school graduation photo of Taylor and Kat. Taylor looks different; she’s younger here, yes, but she also has a thinner face and frame, and much happier eyes.
The next one, a picture of Taylor with her arms around an old woman, both women smiling. Needing to do a little digging, I snap a pic with my phone before returning the frame to its position.
No photos of parents or siblings.
I slink up the stairs, reaching her bedroom and flipping on the light. Entering, I can’t help myself, lying down on her bed and inhaling deeply. Smells faintly of cinnamon, like the woman.
A search of the nightstand has my dick swelling in my shorts. I grab the vibrator and run it under my nose; sadly, there’s no trace of Taylor’s sweet-smelling pussy.
Darting out my tongue, I lick all around the tip before returning it to the drawer. The next time she’s touching that greedy little cunt of hers, so will I.
Liking that thought a little too much, I hop out of bed and search her closet. What I find next has my dick confused.
Am I turned on, or am I terrified?
The leather harness and purple dildo dangle from my finger.
I bet Taylor fucked Mia with this.
My dick’s even more confused.
Am I turned on, or am I pissed off?
Not having the emotional bandwidth to decipher any of these feelings, I return the sex toys where I found them.
Leaving my gift on Taylor’s bed, I hustle down the stairs and out the back door, making sure to lock up behind me. I hurry around to the front of the house and dart across the street to my car.
“Hold it right there.” An old woman wearing a bathrobe and slippers points a water hose at me.
“Don’t shoot.” I playfully hold up my arms.
“I saw you prowling around. This neighborhood has a crime watch?—”
“So glad to hear it. I was just leaving a surprise for my girlfriend.”Huh. Now that the wordgirlfriendis out of my mouth, I don’t hate it. “Unless you decide to run away with me, in which case, I’d have to break the sad news to Taylor.” I wink at her.
She falls all over herself, her cheeks flush. “Aren’t you the charmer?”
“I try, ma’am. Glad to know you’re keeping this neighborhood safe. Have a good day.” I flash a smile before hopping in my car and driving away.
My phone rings, and I groan when I see who’s calling. “What’s up?”
“Mandatory meeting at Inferno’s office.” John ends the call.
