Impromptu Match (Goliaths of Wrestling, #1)

by Lily Mayne

And you look all… post-nut chill. Both of you. Who topped? It was Taylor, wasn’t it? Those dad jeans, man.”

Holt’s cheeks had flushed a darker grey, and he looked almost shy as he nodded.

Wait, am I stupid? Is Holt feeling shy and nervous because Taylor is, and he’s piggy-backing his emotions? It’s not a character trait? …Or is it?

“How about Larkin?” Something briefly sparked in Seb’s brown eyes, but he masked it quickly.

I sense book 2 foreshadowing…

Tim from HR had loudly declared that he was going to be replacing his almond milk on his lunch break, now that “the perpetrator” had given him the money.

It’s so funny that Taylor is the antagonist of Tim’s story.

“Fuck, he smells sooo good.” Pale, milky eyes lifted to meet mine as he purred, “What is that, store-brand cologne mixed with a long day at the office?”

I love how exotic Taylor is to the non-humans. Unexpected twist.

“I’ll let you plough my incubussy all night long, Lark,” Gabe purred,

“Don’t worry, I tell Taylor all the time how hot he is,” Holt said snippily, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “I told him many times yesterday. At his place. Where we were. Together. Just the two of us.”

I am LOVING all these supernatural beings losing their minds over Taylor, when he’s always believed he’s nothing special. And Holt getting all territorial. Adorable.

“Come down here and say that, maggot.” “Um, larva,” Kit replied, tarsal claws curling as they swung their legs. “Culturally insensitive, dude.

“We’ve got some merch. T-shirts.”

Merch for the super secret monster wrestling league that humans can’t know about??? I love it

“You so are, dude. One of the first tasks you gave me as your assistant was to rank the wrestlers by most to least likely to bone.”

Where is HR?! Oh, I guess they are monsters…where is MR???!

Sharon sighed. “Taylor, you’re so thoughtful.” “Thanks,” Tim said stiffly, taking the coffee. “Sharon, let me get you a donut.” “I can get it,” she replied primly, giving me a beaming smile. “So kind of you, Taylor. What a treat!”

Omg poor Tim can’t catch a BREAK!

“You been playing Moth Simulator? I’m up to forty fucking moths to one lightbulb.

I want to play Moth Simulator

“He really pulled out all the stops to impress you. You must have a magic dick, bro. Or bussy.”

“It’s called the Rim Jab.

Omg

“Let’s go back to my place and fuck.”

Oh god, what if I’d always been bad at it and no one had ever told me?

Pretty sure you could breathe on him at this point and he’ll blow

“I just—Oh fuck—I just… c-came in my ass.”

Holt’s foot brushed my relaxed cock in the water, making my breath catch. I stayed silent, sure it had just been an accident, but then it happened again.

THE FORETOLD FOOTJOB?!

In between me swimming laps, we talked about all kinds of stuff. Our childhoods, what we’d got up to in our twenties—Holt had travelled, so his stories were far more interesting than mine—and some of our favourite things,

What better time to get to know each other than 70% ;)

Well, I wasn’t used to thinking all that positively about myself, but I thought I suited Holt pretty well, exactly as I was.

Aw

Every now and then, someone’s gaze would slide over to me and grow a little confused, like they didn’t understand why he was holding hands with a boring dude in boring jeans and a boring long-sleeved T-shirt. But instead of it making me feel self-conscious and kind of shitty, it just made me smug. Yeah, that’s right—THIS beautiful creature is into ME. Suck it, buttheads.

Confidence looks good on you Taylor

Um, we’ve been spending so much time together, and I like you so much, and I haven’t hired any strippers since meeting you—”

🥺

“I want you to iron all your underpants in front of me,” he rasped,

That foreign sense of jubilant power was renewed as I took him in—a shivering, fucked-out mess on the bed. I’d done that. I could make this beautiful creature feel like this.

“You are definitely not just a plain old human.” Holt rolled onto his side to face me, slinging his leg over mine. “You’re a perfect human, if there is such a thing. You’re amazing.”

“Just trust me,” he murmured against my mouth as my heart thumped unsteadily, breath catching in my throat. “You’re perfect for me, Taylor Hough.”

“No one asked you to shit in a fucking bag, Larkin!”

I turned and reached for the door handle, then paused again. “One last thing…” An expectant hush fell over the room, everyone waiting with bated breath. After a few intense seconds of silence, I tightened my stomach and let out a loud, almost perplexingly long fart that tapered off into a squeak. Then I waved and opened the door. “See ya.”

ICONIC

I just saw it, it made me think of dicks, and my brain had decided to narrow its focus down to dicks and dicks only.

My brain does this sometimes