Chapter 59
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
ASTRID
“Fuck!” I cried, tugging on Cairo’s hair and keeping him close to my pussy, his tongue drawing circles around my sensitive clit. Pleasure exploded through my body, my legs shaking uncontrollably. “Don’t s-s-s-stop!”
Cairo stared up at me through his glasses, his hands gripping my thigh.
God, how does he know exactly how to touch me?!
“We have to stop doing this at Dunkin’,” he grunted. “Next time is at my house.”
My head lolled back as I just thought about what he’d do to me there, and I bucked my hips back and forth, riding out my orgasm all over his face. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me.
With my chest rising and falling in quick motions, I leaned back against Cairo’s passenger seat and pushed some hair out of my face. The Dunkin’ parking lot was quiet this morning, the occasional car pulling through the drive-through. Nobody from Redwood, thankfully.
“What’s wrong?” Cairo asked, sitting back and readjusting his glasses.
The scent of coffee and doughnuts drifted through the air, and I ran a hand through my hair.
“Nothing,” I murmured, still trying to catch my breath.
He leaned toward me slightly. “Is it the baby?”
“Yeah … the baby …”
A long silence drifted through the car, and then he cleared his throat. “Are you sad about not actually having one, or is it something else?” He placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed lightly. “It’s okay. You can—”
I furrowed my brow. “Wait, how’d you know that?”
Cairo looked just as confused. “Arch told me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course he told you.”
“He didn’t tell Calix, if you’re worried about him,” Cairo said.
Well, well, well, Arch not being a dick for once? Color me shocked.
The way Arch had looked at me before leaving my room earlier was like he couldn’t get away fast enough, like there was something between us that he felt too. I closed my eyes and pushed the memory away.
“What did he actually say?” I asked, raising a brow.
Cairo pulled out his phone and handed it to me. Arch had made a group chat between all the guys in The Crew except for Calix, intentionally leaving him out for some odd reason. Surprising because he didn’t have a filter.
Arch: Don’t worry about Hellcat not being pregnant.
Arch: I took care of that last night.
That motherfuck—
Frasier: Beat you to it.
Rush: Ha, sure.
Warmth spread throughout my body, my cheeks flushing. I bit back a chuckle.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the console between us.
Frasier: Morning, babe. <3
Cairo raised an eyebrow, though I couldn’t tell his emotions. “Frasier, huh?”
“Don’t start,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat even more.
“You’re blushing,” he noted, hand tightening around the steering wheel. “For him?”
I hesitated as the weight of the past twenty-four hours came crashing down on my shoulders. Between the rumor, fucking Rush, Calix and Mira, Frasier telling me that he loved me, and then how Arch had reacted this morning … I was confused.
And in desperate need to tell someone.
“Frasier told me that he loved me last night,” I blurted out.
Cairo’s soft smile faded and was replaced by something … darker. “Oh, yeah?”
“And …” I shrugged, a small smile crawling onto my face. “I don’t know.”
Cairo leaned back in his seat, jaw tightening. “And you said it back?”
“Maybe. Why?”
“Because … you know Frasier’s reputation.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Mira’s car caught my attention, rolling past Dunkin’ with her windows tinted but the speed slow as fuck, so I knew she was watching me. I didn’t know what her problem was.
If she wanted Calix—my hands tightened into fists—then she could have him.
I glanced down at my phone, not wanting to respond to Cairo right now because I knew about Frasier’s reputation and I still had feelings for him. I had feelings for all of them, yet I couldn’t tell them. Sleeping with five different guys was different than loving them.
My phone buzzed again, but this time, it wasn’t Frasier. It was Diya.
Diya: Astrid.
Diya: I need you.
Diya: Please, come now.
My stomach dropped.
“What’s wrong?” Cairo asked, sitting up straighter.
“It’s Diya,” I said, already opening the car door and running to my car. “Something’s wrong.”