22. Torin
TWENTY-TWO
torin
SIX YEARS AGO…
The thick cloud of smoke barely makes finding anyone easy, but I know she’s here.
I saw Matteo’s little fucks outside, jacking off to someone’s bike because that’s all they’re gonna be able to do. The Pistol Posse doesn’t make shit for money, and they never will.
Especially if I have something to do with it.
The pool hall where a lot of us hang out to conduct business. I’m not a huge fan of it anymore, especially since Matteo uses it as his new hangout, and I’d rather not have him anywhere near my dealings.
Plus, the dumbass likes to stir shit up. He’s desperate, and needs to make a wave of havoc in this world or no one is going to take him seriously with how unprofessional and wild he is.
Top it off with him being suicidal to believe that he’s going to earn a spot here.
The thing I don’t like, however, is that he drags around that pretty blonde with him.
She’s a fake one, dyed it because it’s not natural against her skin tone, but she’s still stunning.
Bay Astor.
It’s been a year since I laid eyes on her. She was hanging off the arm of the waste of space that’s currently hanging out here.
And I knew I had to have her.
What makes her sexier is that fucking mouth on her when I’m too close. The push and pull, the way she looks at me like she’s just waiting for me to fuck her but quickly rights herself.
I love those fucking lips that I haven’t touched yet. I’ve imagined them wrapped around my thick cock a time or two more than I should, but it’s in my head and I’ll do what I want with it.
And head is on the menu tonight.
I find her with her back to me, those tiny jean shorts riding up skinny legs, and a pink tank top.
Matteo leans over the pool table, cigarette in his mouth as he concentrates on a ball. He’s more than gambling, stringing his girl around who he’ll barely pay attention to.
“You.” I point at the twenty-something-year-old waitress with a tray in her hand and her brown hair askew on her head. “Hundred dollars if you bring the girl in the pink over here.”
She quirks a brow at me. What fucking teenager has that kind of dough?
“Need an answer.”
“Need the Benjamin first.” She palms her hand, holding it out for me to fish out my cash and place it there.
I do it, then step back when she pivots toward Bay, keeping within the throng of the crowd so that Matteo doesn’t pick me out before I’m able to have any fun.
It takes more time than I thought for Bay to finally break free, glancing over at Matteo nervously, and I hate that.
I don’t like how she has to watch herself around that prick when, given a chance, she could probably get a few good shots on him.
He hits like a bitch.
The waitress passes me, subtly jerking her head back to announce that she’s brought my prize and that’s when I reach out and grab Bay by any means necessary.
My index finger finds the loops of her shorts, and I gently yank her into the crowd, full of drunks and cokeheads.
One actually doing a line on the dirty bartop.
“What are you doing?” she whisper-yells as I glimpse over my shoulder to make sure I don’t bump into anyone and have someone start shit.
“Hello to you, too, Wildfire.” She rolls her pretty blues, but a hint of a smile plays off her lips at the sight of me. “Miss me?”
“ No ,” she says more sternly, adjusting her expression to place some power behind that word.
I nestle myself at the end of the bar against the wall, having the perfect view of Matteo’s table in case he moves to start looking for her while Bay stands in front of me.
“What are you doing, Torin?”
My focus falls back on her, where I’d rather it be. “I wanted to see you.”
“Why?” Bay looks genuinely confused.
“Because…”
She cocks her head to the side. Her blue eyes glossing over with worry. “Is something wrong?”
My eyes flick over her head to find her so-called boyfriend still playing pool. “Nothing I can’t handle, baby.”
“Torin”—her small hand falls gently to my chest before her fingers curl into my shirt—“please don’t start something with Matteo.”
Her touch burns past the cotton material and into my flesh. And I crave how it feels. I like her hands on me.
“I wish your fingers were wrapped around another part of me, Wildfire. I love how you feel on me.”
She goes to jerk her hand back, but I catch her wrist and tenderly run my thumb back and forth across her skin. “I’m watching him. Don’t worry.”
“I am worried,” she counters, and I strain to hear her over the blaring music filling the place. “Someone else might see us. And all it’s going to cause is a fight.”
“And why would that bother you?” I steal a look at her to reassure my intentions. “Why do you think I’m standing here keeping track of your boyfriend, when all I want to do is look at you?”
I barely miss the chance of her cheeks turning pink before I’m back to observing the piece of shit who doesn’t deserve her.
Who doesn’t even notice that Bay has been gone longer than two minutes.
“You can’t keep doing this,” she lightly scolds me. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
“Matteo can’t touch me.”
But can he touch her? Does he touch her?
I don’t dare help myself to another glimpse of her. Because if I do and see one inkling that he does, I’m going to break my promise to her. And I’m slowly beginning to gain her trust.
“I need to get back,” she claims, giving a little yank to her hand. “Please, stop doing this.”
“Give me something to tide me over then.” Matteo throws his hands in the air, appearing agitated and barking off something at two dudes on his left. Angling myself closer to her, my eyes remain pinned on dickhead. “Touch me, baby. Just for a second.”
“No, I can’t—” My free hand lands on her upper thigh, and slowly begins to massage it.
“I want you.” I connect with alluring eyes, which are my new favorite color. “And one day, you’re gonna be mine.”
Slowly, she rocks her head back and forth, and I don’t miss the fear that brims in those irises. “I can’t. He’s going to come looking for me.”
I briefly steal a view of De Leon and keep it there so she stops freaking out. “He hasn’t yet. Tell me you don’t want me, Bay. Because I’m not gonna lie to you and tell you that I’ve never dreamt of your hands on me, stroking and driving me insane.”
“You sleep with everyone.”
My face scrunches, because where the fuck—“Who the hell told you that?” She doesn’t answer me, and I growl out, “Fuckhead talkin’ shit about me? You shouldn’t listen to him. And if I was, I wouldn’t be chasin’ you.”
“This is madness. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving Matteo.”
“You haven’t been with me yet.”
“I can’t .”
“You can do whatever you want to do.” I bring her hand up to my lips and press a soft kiss to the top of it. “I’d treat you like a queen, Wildfire.”
“I think you’ve gotten into too many fights,” she retorts. “Something’s messed up in your head.”
I smile. “Maybe. Still doesn’t change the fact that I want—” Her free hand lands on my hard cock then, almost sending me to my knees at how fucking amazing she feels there.
In short, small strokes, she rubs me through my jeans, and I almost don’t hear it when she says, “Is this what you want? Will this get you to go away?”
My chest tightens at the reality that she’s touching me. The way she innocently kneads my length and it’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever had.
I can’t even find words at first, reveling in the stolen moment that I’ll never get again until I can get her to drop the loser De Leon and hook up with me.
“You need to stop seeking me out.” I turn to say something to her, but she’s quick to order, “ Don’t take your eyes off him. I’m cheating on him and it’s your fault.”
“I’ll gladly take the blame,” I reply honestly, my fingers skating up her naked skin and to the edge of her shorts, feeling a trail of goosebumps follow. “I might as well get the full experience before this never happens again.”
“You’re right, it’s never going to happen again.” She emits it like it’s a fact, and maybe it is; however, I don’t like how easily that falls off her lips.
Spinning her around so that her spine is nestled up against the wall, I mutter, “Your turn.”
“I can’t see him,” she says in a panic. “I’m not tall enough to see over all the people.”
My palm slides down her front and between the waistband of her shorts. “He’s to your right. Leaned up against the wall.” She doesn’t respond as I locate the hem of her panty line, short enough that it doesn’t make it too awkward. “See him?”
She bobs her head. “Torin…please…”
“Fuck, don’t do that,” I beg back. “I’m desperate to feel you bare, and then I promise I won’t bother you…for a week.”
She squeezes me, believing it’s going to ward me off, when it only amps up the desire to fuck her in the bathroom that’s only five yards away from us. “ No . You have to stay away permanently. You’re going to get me—” I brush her clit and her lips part in this beautiful way that has me twitching against her palm.
“Fuck, baby, you’re wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”
She hesitates, probably against her better judgment before giving me a curt nod.
She’s not fucking stupid.
In fact, Bay is smart as hell and the only brainless thing she’s doing is dating my enemy.
Everything in me pleads to pry her from his grasp, but we don’t have time. I also don’t want to spend my time bitching and complaining that she’s not mine.
“You’re more than you think, baby. You’re strong and powerful.” Her sky blues gather me and my words. “Don’t ever forget that.”
She searches my face for something as I make a ring around her soaked clit. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
I’m literally obsessed with her like this.
She’s more beautiful with her face flushed and needy.
“Torin,” she whimpers. “Can you?—”
“ Bay! ” Matteo’s fury-filled voice breaks through our moment, immediately getting her to remove her hand and sink back against the wall.
Yanking my hand free from her jeans, I waste no time dipping my soaked fingers into my mouth and tasting her tangy flavor. “Fuck, baby…I’m addicted.”
She slides out from between me and the wall. “I gotta go.”
My fingers wrap around her bicep, gaining another second. “Keep your chin up. I’ll see you later.”
She doesn’t respond, quickly abandoning me with her on my tongue and the thoughts of more.