31. Bay
THIRTY-ONE
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I don’t see Torin and Reeve for the rest of the night, and the disappointment to that fact only alludes that I need my head fucking checked.
“Saturn In The Loop” by Synsnake blares through the speakers in my car as I debate what the hell is wrong with me.
So much.
There is so much wrong right now.
It’s almost fucking laughable at this point and my brain can’t help but try to think of ways to be around both dudes while accomplishing my side of the deal. However, they make nothing easy and everything in me turns into molten lava.
I text Nessa at a stop light that I’ll be home soon. The light above turns green a few seconds later, but the blacked-out car in front of me doesn’t move.
However, the driver’s side door opens.
My heart immediately slams in its chest at the same moment a bolt of adrenaline shoots through my veins. No one else is out on the road at this hour, and I don’t have a good track record with late-night runs anywhere, so I’m already in the headspace of putting up a fight when Torin’s figure appears. Striding toward me like he can do anything he wants. His confidence oozes off of him as a slight smirk lines his features and I want to punch him in the dick just for scaring the crap out of me.
Reaching for my car door, he opens it without asking and gently wraps his fingers around my bicep to gently pull me from my seat.
“Hey, Wildfire,” he greets deep and low in his chest, rendering me into a what the fuck is happening stage of paralysis.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He slams the car door behind me and guides me back to his black Beamer. “Birthday boy didn’t get to say goodbye.”
“Geezus Christ. This could’ve been a text.”
Torin scoffs and shakes his head, whipping open the door to the backseat and revealing his bestie inside. “You kids and technology. Face to face is so much better.”
“Hey, McQueen,” Reeve slurs slightly, leaning over the whole bench seat to reach for me. His side hits the leather seats, but his hazel eyes are steered and pointed directly at me. “Get that pretty ass inside.”
“Are you drunk as fuck?” I ask stupidly, because he is. And I instantly wonder how many of the girls at that party tried to take him home tonight.
Girl, if you don’t get your ass together…
“Every action and word depends on people’s opinions, Bay Bay. Not sure how to answer that, baby.”
Torin slaps my ass like he owns the damn thing, silently urging me to move. “Get inside.”
I begin to turn around to get up his ass about touching me like I’m just some groupie of his who he can order the hell around, when my shirt is tugged on and my blues latch back onto Reeve smiling so fucking sweetly at me that I can’t fucking even start up a bitch.
“C’mon,” he urges. “It’s still my birthday.”
I lift my leg and get inside the spacious backseat and reply with, “It’s after midnight.”
“I know.” He straightens back right into his side of the SUV and seat. “It’s my birthday today. And I get to spend the early hours of it with you.”
Before my butt can hit the seat, Reeve’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer, forcing me to straddle him. I’m forced to smell the scent of the ocean and Jack Daniel’s. It fills my lungs as he gazes up at me with shards of greens mixed with browns that seem to see me and only me. The deep and prolonged attachment that we’ve seemed to form flicks back on to that hot and feverish feeling in my stomach and up to the back of my neck.
Without a word, he reaches up and laces his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer to his mouth.
I could say a million things to stop this.
That he’s buzzed. That we’re in the middle of a fucking road.
But it’s the backseat door slamming that captures my attention right before Reeve’s lips can even graze mine.
Torin has climbed into the backseat, shredding his black leather jacket and flicking those amber irises at me. Silence normally makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable, but when Torin leans over, closing the distance between the two of us, he fills it in when his lips press into mine.
It’s slow and lucid, his tongue slowly sweeping across the seam of my lips that automatically open for him.
Reeve’s hands at my hips glide upward, brushing gently against my ribs and underneath my bra. They circle around my back before the very tips of his fingers run down my spine.
With Reeve’s soothing touch and Torin’s tongue tangling with mine, a slight shudder rips through my body like a freight train that appeared out of nowhere without any sign of its arrival. Torin’s deep breaths for oxygen, the sounds he’s making to kiss me like he’s trying to show me everything that’s living in his head already starts a steady throbbing between my legs.
I must make some sort of movement that Reeve notices, because when his palms land on tops of my thighs, I know he’s going to slaughter me whole. The surfer boy from the East Coast is about to show me how he could make me crazy and, more than likely, want to come back for more.
Grasping his jaw with my fingers just to feel his skin, Reeve moves his down to my inner thighs and upward, lightly touching my pussy through my shorts and panties. My breathing grows faster and more audible as a small moan forms from my throat and I don’t care that they know I’m turned on.
They’re just as attracted to me as I am to them, and we’re not going to get anything out of it but each other in this moment.
Reeve dips his head down and seizes one of my fingers between his plush lips, sucking on it like a tease as tingles continue to ache through my body.
Pulling reluctantly from Torin, I crash my lips to Reeve’s, delving my tongue into his mouth like a fucking animal greedy for release. He meets my eagerness before a pair of hands begin to pull me out of Reeve’s lap and back onto the bench seat.
The surfer boy with the easy smile and mellowed out persona locks my face between his hands as Torin’s slide my jeans and panties down my ass.
A twinge of nervousness sets in but, when Torin begins placing tender kisses along the smalls of my back, the frenzied lust is right back.
And Pretty Boy—my entitled, fucking asshole—goes right in for the kill.
Spreading my ass cheeks, his tongue starts from my clit and all the way to my center. His lips erase my resolve to stop this and go home when he begins to eat me alive.
But these aren’t normal guys.
This isn’t some random hookup with a dude who I only met an hour ago. It’s something that’s been in the making for over two months now.
And Torin wants to make sure he gets his message fully across when he licks my asshole and goes right back down to making out with my clit.
My hand immediately goes to the waistband of Reeve’s jeans as I unbutton them. The urgency to intimately touch him is at an all-time high. The way Torin’s mouth moves over me, taunting my body to succumb to fall to him, I want to make someone—Reeve—feel the exact same way so that I’m not alone. Like the way he went down on me at that prestigious yacht without question. His ultimate goal was to make me crumble underneath him for his and my own pleasure.
Reeve’s hard length springs free the moment I pull at his boxer briefs, and my mouth salivates to taste him. He’s hard and perfect in my hand as I rub down the rigid length of him. His thick length twitches, and an immediate growl forms between his lips, sending a flurry in my lower stomach as Torin feasts on me from behind.
A bead of sweat falls down one side of my temple as the heat in the SUV rockets to scorching temperatures. I was a panting mess before, but when Torin shoves two long fingers inside of me, I shamelessly groan and begin to ride them.
His lips graze up the base of my spine again, touching me in any way he can, when he finally comes up to whisper in my ear, “Are you going to put him out of his misery yet, because he’s been wanting you to fuck him since the first time laid eyes on you, Wildfire.” His tongue grazes the lobe of my ear. “And the best present in the world is a beautiful woman with a perfect pussy and a mouth on her that makes a man want to shove his cock in it every once in a while.”
Torin removes his fingers from inside me and runs his flat palm along the curve of my ass, hinting that the only way I’m getting off is if I take what his best friend is wanting.
And the thing I’ve been contemplating for months.
Scooting up to straddle Reeve’s body again, I stare straight down at him with nothing but fervor and pure hunger in his eyes.
“What do you want for your birthday, birthday boy?” I mutter, running my arms along his shoulder and cupping the back of his head.
“You,” he replies like he has to clear his throat up but won’t. As if he’s so fucking worked up that doing so would allude that he’s getting worked up way too fast.
I like that shit about Reeve.
It doesn’t take much to make him happy or to put him in a good mood. He just fucking is.
Gripping his dick, I guide him to me before slowly slide down his length. The way he feels is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I didn’t get much of a chance to get a good look at what he was packing, but it obviously doesn’t matter.
It’s flawless.
He fills me up like sunshine in a jar and, in this moment, I don’t give a shit about The Landings, South Shore, or Emilio Wildes.
I want him.
I want Reeve Stanton and all his stupid smirks along with his cocky, self-assured attitude. The way that hasn’t treated me any differently or any certain type of way other than making me feel beautiful and without fault of anything, no matter where I was born.
“Fuck, Bay,” he grinds out, his head leaning back so that my palm is sandwiched between his head and the leather headrest of the seat. He parts his legs a little with his eyes closed, giving me access to sink deeper and fill me whole.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you, birthday boy. I want you to know it’s me when you come.”
Reeve’s lips curl into an effortless smirk as those hazel eyes appear again. “Woman, you are the only one who has had my cock jolting at the need to sink inside you. Don’t get it twisted”—he pulls his head up slightly to regard me—“I know exactly whose weight is on me. Whose thick legs are situated on either side of me. And who’s tight pussy I’m about to finish to.”
I begin to pick up a steady pace, getting used to his size and the awkward position of practically doing the splits on his cock.
Reeve’s hands find my hips as he helps, thrusting and grinding up inside me. The build-up of my orgasm flitters deep inside my gut as he fills me completely and wholly.
My chest constricts with emotions that have no place coming into this situation, or even being created, but I keep them with me.
I keep them because it’s Reeve.
It’s my Reeve.
I remember Cairo’s words of him fucking a bunch of girls, and maybe that’s true, but in this moment, he’s mine. And I’ll come off his dick and reap the consequences or just the memory of fucking this guy in the backseat of a car and that being it.
“Stay with me,” Reeve murmurs quietly, as if he can see the numerous thoughts sprinting in my head. “This isn’t fake. This isn’t temporary. This is me and you, and whatever we want to make out of it.”
I try to give him a smile, wanting wholeheartedly to believe that, but it falls short.
“Bay Bay McQueen,” he quips, arching his back to give me more of himself. I gasp at the spot he touches, and he reaches up to cup my chin with his thumb and index finger. “You got me hooked.”
“Don’t tell me shit you tell everyone, Reevie,” I reply. “Tell me something real.”
He leans in, hovering over my mouth as I slow down. “What’s real is that you can’t fake how perfect this feels. How since the first time I saw you, I haven’t just wanted to fuck you, but own you. I’ve wanted you to be mine and see for yourself that I’m not that much of an idiot. That I’m not just part of the crew that you can’t stand, but just a man who wants to kiss a certain woman whenever he wants and be whatever she wants.”
“It was the nickname, wasn’t it?” This time when I smile, it’s genuine. He smiles back and thrusts into me so hard that it hurts, but feels so fucking good at the same time.
“Yeah…that was it, baby.”
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine without so much as a hurry.
This is more than sex at this point.
This is cementing a connection in the deepest way possible without words. It’s where lines are crossed, emotions are felt, and things either blossom or fall apart.
Reeve’s breathing quickens as he pries himself from me. His hazels full of lust and absolute contentment. “You ready, McQueen? Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, we’re gonna be spent as shit by the end of this.”
I hum my acceptance of that instantly. “Let’s do this, Reevie Stanton.”
He then thrusts up and into me, over and over and over again, our thighs slamming into each other in desperate need of release.
It’s not until something flicks in my brain, a shift in the air that has me glimpsing over my shoulder to see Torin sitting back against the door. One of his legs bent at the knee his arm draped over it on top of the seat, while the other sits on the floor. His legs are spread as he stares at us speaking, joining, fucking, whatever it is that Reeve and I are doing with nothing but curiosity in his eyes.
Memories flood my brain of before—ones with Matteo and how he’d have his boys molest me to get off before fucking me so hard and loud in the other room that everyone else could hear. So that every other guy who didn’t have a bitch to bone could envy the almighty Matteo De Leon, because no one could fuck me, but they could imagine it vividly.
They could try when he wasn’t around, and that’s when I learned to fight and almost fail several times. However, I was thankfully never raped when I spoke the severe results of what would happen afterward if Matteo found out.
I lived in fear and self-loathing all the time. A doll that could be played with but never changed, named or taken off the shelf.
“Where did you go?”
I blink, Torin’s sharp jaw stubbled in facial hair coming into focus as his hand cups my cheek and brushes it with his thumb.
Reeve has stopped moving, still deep inside me, and I hadn’t noticed what was happening around me because everything blacked out and faded.
I’m there.
I’m back in misery.
I’m scared and hopeless that I’ll never get out of Matteo’s grip and die from the amount of disgust I felt for myself.
“Bay.” My name is a gentle whisper off Torin’s lips, yanking me back to the here and now. To him and Reeve. “Wherever you are, you’re safe.”
I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, but the words get clogged in my throat. Torin might have been a dickhead back in those days, but he was an entity I looked forward to when he found me. He made me feel beautiful and like a person. He gazes at me as though I was someone beautiful and deserved to be kept.
Torin leans forward and presses his lips to mine before asking, “Who are you fucking?”
I stare at him for a moment before I say, “Reeve.”
“And how good does he feel?”
“Amazing.” And that’s all Reeve needs to slowly get back into his rhythm.
“Good girl.” Torin pushes himself back, spine against the door again to give us some space. “Now…show him that.”
His order doesn’t come off as annoying as Reeve growls and receives my immediate attention. His chin is tucked into his chest as if he’s fighting off something before looking up at me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he professes through heaves of air and his head hits the back of the seat again, but those hazels stay locked on me. “And you’re gonna come all over this cock for my birthday.”
Fuck yes, I am.
Another shiver of pleasure rips up my body as it flushes and warms me everywhere. The need to bear down on him harder and faster begins to staple me to just do and not think of anything else from before.
“Hell yes, baby,” he grumbles, locking his palms onto my hips. “Show me how you like to ride dick. You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
I open my mouth to tell him how he feels to me, but one of his hands falls between my legs and his thumb rubs against my sensitive clit.
He looks down between us, joined together, even though it’s kinda dark in here, but he seems to enjoy it anyway.
“Goddamn…”
I arch my back, hitting another part inside me that has me teetering over the edge, when Reeve rewards me with hastier strokes to my core. My orgasm rips through me like a bomb through a building, falling freely and aimlessly into pieces.
Reeve fucks me harder, about to reach his limit when I feel him pulling out of me.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out. “Fuckin’ own me, Stanton.”
“Geezus fucking Christ,” he snarls out, his hand coming up to rub the top of my head affectionately. “You’re gonna marry me one day, McQueen.”
Then he comes. His cock thickening and spilling into me before his lips crash onto mine once more.
It’s sweet and wild all in the same token. I can’t describe it. Reeve is this unspoken entity that I only just want encased around my being at all times.
“You’re fucking delicious, baby,” he mutters along the seam of my lips. “Holy fuck…fuck me, man.”
“I just did,” I whisper, and he bites down on my lip at my smart-ass remark.
“Yeah, Bay Bay McQueen”—he lets go of my lips between his—“you did. And I’ll never forget that shit.”