38. Bay
THIRTY-EIGHT
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Blowing on my freshly painted nude-colored nails, I’m not in the mood for stabby blood-red, and it reminds me of Nessa the whole time I’m doing it.
The girl is obsessed with her claws, and it’s been over a week since we argued at the coffee shop and then the other night at the party.
She hasn’t called me, and I’m not calling her.
I did my due diligence and tried, but I’m not begging. Even if Levi and I decide to ride this shitshow out and stay in South Shore, I’m not open to rekindling our friendship.
In any case, I’m hurt as hell she’s not seeing the big picture and what I’m up against. If I didn’t have Ellie and Mae, we wouldn’t have needed to have the conversation.
Shit, Levi may have not even mentioned it.
However, it’s a looming thought of what’s the best thing to do and the threats that still linger in the dark. If we do leave, I’m not entirely free from Emilio. I’d ask Levi to take the girls and set off without me, but he’ll never go for it.
So, I’m set in this deadlock inside my head, wondering what Dad would do.
He stayed, with all three of us. He made the Nameless to protect the town and his family.
So, why can’t Levi and I do the same?
Because you’re not part of a gang.
My cell buzzes along my comforter then, getting me to glance down to find Cairo’s nickname of Sinatra lighting up my screen.
Wet nails and smudges don’t mix, and he’s fucking with me.
Either something happened, or he’s looking to have another talk about my plans—which are none of his business.
I’m truly hoping he isn’t relying on me to save him and rid this Earth of Emilio Wildes. The boy has more power moves than me right now, so he should just make a jump shot and see if it sticks.
Letting the call go to voicemail, I continue blowing air on my nails and listen to the silence of the house. Mae and Ellie fell asleep hours ago with their new kittens, and Levi had no comments about it.
Though, he did poke at Cairo the whole time we ate dinner—which the girls thoroughly enjoyed. The man is making my cooking skills look like those of a five-year-old, and that’ll be the last supper he cooks for us.
The boy is trying to make me look bad and shit.
The ping of a text message follows a few seconds later, and I’m too curious for my own good to slide down the notification to see what it says.
CAIRO: I hope you didn’t think I forgot.
So, yeah, I did slide my panties into his pocket before he left. The look he gave me was nothing short of lordly and presumptuous. However, I didn’t give a fuck if he thought I was champing at the bit to do it. The ball was in his court now, and he could do whatever he wanted with them.
Flapping my fingers in the air for quicker results, I chance it with one hand and text back.
BAY: I didn’t take you for someone who forgets anything, Sinatra.
CAIRO: Call me back.
BAY: Busy.
CAIRO: You’re not anymore.
One of my brows flies mindlessly to the ceiling because he doesn’t know yet. I don’t roll over and play bitch to kings of anything or men who haven’t been nice to me in the past.
BAY: My fingernails say different.
CAIRO: Did you start without me?
BAY: Hardly. I haven’t thought of you at all.
Oh, how you lie, Astor.
CAIRO: Let’s see if we can remedy that.
My phone goes off again, another call coming from the man himself, and he obviously knows I’m by my phone. But let’s see what this man can do and what he does with my personal items.
Hitting the green button, I put my nails up for complete assassination when I pick it up to bring it to my ear.
“You must have a reading problem,” I greet flatly. “I just told you I was busy.”
“And I told you I wanted you waiting.”
I scoff lightly. “Well, you’ve got the pompous king thing going on right now. Congratulations.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like my brand of asshole, Little Terror. My brothers would tell me differently.”
“And would your brothers give you the green light to call their ex and have her panties in your hand?”
“My brothers are too fucked up in the head from said ex to ask anything. And, the truth of the matter is, I saw you first, before Reeve. And, if we want to take it a step further, I’d also put money on it that I met you before Torin.”
I never thought about that.
Cairo and I met in jail, of all places, when we were barely able to be out past when the streetlights came on.
We were only together for a few hours but still.
“That doesn’t win you anything,” I retort softly. “But my answering the phone.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you didn’t want to see what I would do with your panties currently wrapped around my cock.”
“I dunno. Ask my husband .”
A low chuckle rumbles from the other end of the phone, and I believe I’ve subtly called checkmate to this conversation. But then Cairo says the most out of character bullshit I’ve ever heard from his mouth.
“I’ll ask for forgiveness later.” My body buzzes like a faithless whore at his words.“Would you like to FaceTime?”
“No.”
And I don’t have an iPhone for shit like that.
Another amused chuckle sounds on the other side of the phone, and clearly, he’s having a ball over there.
Meanwhile, I’m not.
I’ve got inappropriate images in my head of what his cock looks like with his ringed fingers choking it.
“Then, I guess I’m on my own.”
I exhale. “Seems like it.”
“You’ve never thought of me fuckin’ you, Little T?”
I pull my comforter farther up my legs. I feel as though my emotions and thoughts are going to be stripped away from me if I don’t.
“What’s the point of doing something like that?”
“Curiosity,” he manages. “One of the safest places to have those sorts of ideas because no one can judge or dispute them.”
“Yet, you asked me.”
“This is a safe space. I didn’t expect you to tell Wallace you slipped your wet panties into my jeans and waited all night for me.”
“Only half of that is right.”
“Then I’ll pretend you’ve thought about fucking me and speed this up a little bit,” he vouches simply. “You’d be sitting on my cock right now, actually. And I’d be watching you take me however you want.”
Fuck this guy.
“You don’t seem like the type to give up power,” I argue. “So?—”
“I’m not,” he agrees with zero fucks. “But something about you thinking you could turns me on.”
Geezus.
Thoughts of riding Cairo’s cock double-crosses my ass.
His watchful and heated gaze studying every move I make has me wondering if I’d be equally turned on or paranoid at being under his scrutiny.
Yet being on the other side of the phone with him is safe enough for me to entertain him.
Or the other way around.
“How would you turn the tables on that?” I ask genuinely. “Flip me over and have your way with me?”
“I’d have my face between your pretty thighs just for teasing me, Little Terror.”
“You sound like you started it in this scenario, Sinatra.”
“You always start it. Waltzing around like the little badass you are. Never listening to anyone. Thinking everyone is just going to let you off scot-free. Someone needs to teach you a lesson. Your actions come with consequences.”
“Mhm.” I won’t divulge more on that because what’s the use of arguing? I probably do.
“I bet you taste sweet,” he mutters. “The exact contrast to the smartass mouth.”
My nipples pebble at the drop of his voice. “You’d have to ask Reeve.”
“You mentioning my brother isn’t going to stop me from stroking my cock right now.”
“What will?”
“Honestly…?” I wait on bated breath for the excuse. For Cairo to come to reason because we didn’t have the picture-perfect start, and we’re starting to turn into—“Nothing. I know your pussy was thinking of me when you creamed your panties. That’s all I need to know.” I open my mouth to rebuke that fact—that it could’ve been Levi—but Cairo cuts in first with, “Slide one of your hands between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”
My eyes slit. “Sounds like you need help.”
“Do it, and I’ll get you any part you need out of Wharf Bay for your Nova. At any time, no limit.”
Damn, how could a girl turn that down? And all I have to do is touch myself?
Lying down on my back, I bring my knees up and spread them before slithering a hand exactly where he requested—no, ordered it.
“How much detail do you want, Sinatra? I’m getting soaked.”
“Play with your clit and let me hear you. No fake bullshit. Just shut up and think of me with your blue panties wrapped around my cock.”
“How tightly?”
“Loosely,” he counters. “So I can feel the fabric brush against my skin like you’re here. I don’t see you ripping your panties off. You’d just peel them to the side with how impatient you are.”
Shit, he’s right.
I’m as restless as they come when turned on. And I am.
Right now.
Especially when Cairo’s voice has become slightly more strained since the beginning of this call.
“I like to bottom out,” I tell him to contribute more to his plight. “Discovering how long it’ll take a man to?—”
“You’re just askin’ for it,” he grinds out, sounding pissed, but we both know it’s a load of shit. “If you were here, you wouldn’t come at all.”
“Bullshit.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t play games. My threats aren’t empty. You’ll have my cum all over you, and then, if you’re a good girl…I’ll let you come all over my cock.”
My core muscles tighten in excitement at Cairo’s alleged torturing of me.
Because I can see it.
He’s that kind of asshole.
“Fuck,” I hear him growl, sounding close to the edge, and I strum my clit harder at his picked-up breathing. I bet he has so much pent-up sexual tension that he’s ready to break apart at any second.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I breathe seductively through the phone. “And watch my ass bounce as you pound into me.”
“I want you face down, Little T. You’re gonna take every inch of me.”
“Like a good little girl, right?”
“Mhm…you’d be that for me, wouldn’t you.” He says it with confidence, and it’s not a question. Cairo knows that, whenever he gets me, I’m going to submit.
Which means I shouldn’t let him.
However, I’ve learned my damn lesson with Torin and Reeve. I can’t see myself getting attached to him and vice versa.
“If you’re fucking me right,” I vouch, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
“Not something you need to worry about.” I smile as I dip two fingers inside my cunt and let out a little mewl of pleasure. “You’re fucking your hand, aren’t you?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to yet.”
“I wanted to see how long it would take.”
With the knuckle of my thumb brushing at my clit and my fingers pumping in and out of me, I’m starting to get lost in sensations that are about to break me free from my stress.
Cairo and I fall in a comfortable silence, listening to each other as we both ascend toward our climaxes.
I can’t say this is the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. Somehow, despite all our back and forth, I feel oddly at ease with him.
Enough to have him listen to me during one of my most personal and intimate moments.
Which is a vulnerable spot to be in.
“Come for me, Little T,” he says in a guttural moan. “I want to hear how pretty you sound when you’re fucking yourself.”
Lips parted, I work myself into another stage of a frenzy. I’d ask him how turned on he is right now or how many times he’s thought of me, but I know the answer.
He wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t attracted to me.
He wouldn’t want me to partner up with him either if he didn’t see us as being able to work together either.
“Stroke yourself faster,” I order, feeling myself lose control of remaining present. “I know you’d be twitching inside me right now.”
“You have no idea,” he agrees. “I know you’d be so fucking tight.”
This man doesn’t know how sexy he sounds when he’s turned on. His tone dips into this deep and dark sensual vibe that makes you want to fall into it blindly.
“And I know you’d be stretching my little pussy with that big, fat cock, Sinatra. Your heavy breathing at the back of my ear. Your hands would be all over me.”
He hums in agreement, giving me visions of him staring at himself and my panties as he imagines it all.
“Shit.” My climax triggers out of nowhere as I pump myself faster, coaxing every bit of my orgasm to split me apart. Cairo exhales as if he can sense it, and I throw my head back to ride the intense wave before I hear him grunt, alluding that he’s already reached that point.
Returning to earth is a bitch when the descent is slow and my breathing is shot, but I permit Cairo to hear all of it. Every sharp exhale and exerted inhale.
Where we go from now, I wish he’d hang up on me so I would know what to do next. Because this is uncharted territory for the both of us, and I don’t need any more awkwardness.
“You were amazing, Little T,” he mutters out a few seconds later. “I have a feeling I’m going to want to go again.”
I shake my head but don’t stop the grin coiling at the corner of my lips. “You’re gonna have to do that on your own. I have to go to bed.”
“You always know how to break a man’s heart, don’t you?”
“Apparently.” I know his words aren’t meant to cut, but they do anyway. Reeve, Torin and I are broken and charred from my actions. “Goodnight, Sinatra.”
“Bay,” he quickly cuts in, waiting a few seconds to see if I’ll stay while he finishes what he has to say. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
And then I hang up.