38. Reeve
THIRTY-EIGHT
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“I’m on the pill.”
This chick just took my condom and tossed it right over her shoulder like she didn’t give a flying fuck or shit about carrying my babies.
Yeah, I know what birth control is, but accidents happen, and I sound like a sex-ed teacher urging kids to not have intercourse.
If Bay Astor ended up carrying my spawns, I would be the proudest motherfucker alive. I mean, I did say I wanted to own her, but I didn’t mean locking her down because we shared a kid.
But I do mean forever, so what the fuck is the difference at this point?
“Fuck…” I hold my breath. “I think you’re trying to kill me, McQueen.”
Her crystal blues hold me still while she wraps her arms around my neck and says, dead serious, “Never you, Reevie. I’ll always keep you safe.”
I want to believe that.
I want her to acknowledge that everything I’m saying is true, and I’m not the kind of guy who pussy-foots around. If I want this to work, if I desire her to be mine, one of us has to fold with this notion of who is gonna hurt who.
So I signed myself up as tribute to throw myself out there and give her my all. She can be scared; I’ll carry us both until she’s not frightened of my backstabbing her or anything else. Bay makes me feel something I haven’t really felt much in my lifetime. I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone in that anything goes kinda way since my sister. But, ever since I saw Bay, something has called out to me that’s greater than Torin and Cairo’s paranoia.
She was meant for me and my sort of fucked up.
“I’m holding you to that,” I whisper against her lips. “And while I’m at your side, I’m going to protect you from everyone and anything.”
“Promise?”
I bob my head and nudge her lips with mine to give me some of that sweet affection that I know she has for me. “You can count on it, baby.”
She exerts all her weight on my chest, urging me to fall back onto the bed with her on top. Our lips remain mingled together as she snakes her way between our bodies and searches for my cock.
Doesn’t have to search hard.
I’m already rock solid for her in every capacity. I could be bleeding to death and still have a stiff dick because there’s nothing about her that I don’t like. There are things that are slightly annoying, like her abundance of pride, but that’s easily manageable while I fuck it down a few notches.
No complaints there.
Her soft fingers graze up and down my length as she centers herself on me. Every brush of her skin on mine, every lingering touch, only makes me harder, crave more, and work toward always earning it.
Once I’m at her entrance, she wastes no time handing me—not only herself—but that sweet pent-up release of not feeling or touching her for a few days.
My hands land on the curve of her hips as the pad of my thumb touches a black tattoo that I hadn’t gotten a chance to notice before.
It’s a black rectangle that’s just filled in.
Our eyes meet, and she shakes her head, not wanting me to ask about it when she descends and fills herself completely to the hilt, and I immediately groan with pleasure. My back arches up to take more, as she lets out a tiny gasp before slowly riding me like she’s learning me for the first time.
My skin begins to grow feverish as flutters fill my gut, watching her take me like she wants.
You can’t fight attraction.
And you sure as hell can’t dispute the fact that Bay and I fit perfectly.
I’m mellow, and she’s an overthinker.
Maybe she wasn’t always like that. Maybe this whole Emilio bullshit put her on her guard, I just wish I would’ve known her prior to all this.
My palm falls below her belly button, and she never breaks those lucent blues from me. All I can anchor onto is that she’s got a hold on me, and I never want to break loose.
My cock aches for release as she mounts me and procures what she needs. Those beautiful dark locks fall down her shoulders as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, giving me everything to look at and pine over.
A full-blown show for my very own.
“We need to do this more often, McQueen,” I emit through shuddered exhales. “I could get used to this very easily.”
“I think you already have,” she muses with a devious little smile. “I bet if I showed up here?—”
“You’d be right here with me in my bed every night.” I lean up, using my stomach muscles and propping myself up with my hands on the mattress. I reach past the gap between us and press a kiss to her lips. “Do you wanna be mine? Because I sure as hell wanna be yours.”
“Those are awfully big words.” She runs her fingers through my hair and tilts my head up. “Don’t say them unless you mean them.”
“I mean them.” I wrap my arm around her ass and squeeze one cheek. “I want to be able to take you out to dinner. I want to hang out at your house and play cards with your sisters. I want your dad to like me. I want to help you get him better. I’d love you out of that house, Bay Bay, but baby steps.” I look down between us. “And you stopped fucking me.”
She gives me an exasperated look. I’m sure trying to be serious, but all I can think about is what we’re talking about, her in my future and her tight pussy wrapped around me right now.
“I can talk and fuck, baby.” I lift my ass up and sink deeper into her, watching her eyes close to better focus on how good I can make her feel. “I want to date you.”
She begins to ride me, faster and harder, before pushing me away and back on the mattress. Her palms fall to my shoulders, easing into a new angle, and she moans as she finds her rhythm.
“Just like that,” I tell her slowly, enjoying every impale of her wet cunt on me. “Damn, McQueen. You’re only proving my point.”
Her jaw drops as I begin to move with her, meeting her plunge for hump. A slight pinkness forms on her cheeks, and I revel in how her concentration on my cock only makes me harder for her.
But I’m not letting her off so easily.
It’s not my way.
My palm arrives at the back of her head, and I heave her down, meeting her chest as I drive my tongue into her mouth to listen.
She wants me. She just won’t admit it effortlessly because it’s what she’s been taught. I wasn’t raised to hate South Shore. Newport has shit all to do with the feud between them and The Landings.
However, guilty by association and all that jazz. I’m the possible villain to her story and she doesn’t want to become the damsel in distress.
“You want me, baby,” I mutter against her lips. “Tell me you don’t.”
Bay bites down on my lower lip, not hard enough to hurt, but she makes a point to suck then drag her teeth along the tender flesh. “I do want you. I’m just terrified that I’m going to have to kill you if you fuck me over.”
“This is the only way I’m going to be fucking you over,” I counter softly. “I’m going to have you burning for me every second of every day. I want you to want to come see me. I want to be a highlight of your day.”
“I do want to see you,” she croons. “But this is all?—”
“Let it work itself out, Bay. We don’t need to have all the answers right now.” I lick her nose before pressing my forehead to hers, slowing down my movements inside her. “You can’t plan everything out. You’re gonna have gray hairs by the time you’re thirty if you keep this shit up.”
“I hopefully won’t be here by then.”
I freeze from her admission, because I never pictured her anywhere else but here. South Shore. The Landings when we kill off Emilio and throw Ramsey into some looney bin.
“What do you mean?” I utter. My voice is barely audible as my stomach sinks. “You’re leaving South Shore?”
Bay averts her eyes and frowns. “I dunno. It was the plan until it wasn’t anymore. I wanted to go somewhere nice with a beach and zero wars.”
“Like here?” A small chuckle rumbles off her chest. Newport has a beach and shit. “You’re missing one thing, though, McQueen.”
“What’s that?”
“Me.”
“And you think you’d be so valuable to my happiness?”
I shake my head. “Nah, but I sure as hell would get you there faster.”
She smiles. “Then shit, how can I turn that down?”
I return her smile with one of my own and cup her ass with both hands so I can move her up and down my length the way to drive us both crazy. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I guide her down and up at a gradual pace, and she allows me to take the lead, running down her slick walls and feeling her pant over me. I love her weight on me. I love how she always smells like motor oil and some flowery shit sometimes, then something pineapple-y the next. I love how she trusts me enough to touch her and guide her to a release.
I think I’m starting to fall in love with this chick.
“Choking the shit out of my cock, baby,” I urge, filling her ears with words because my girl—by the end of the night she is going to be my girl—likes to hear confirmation and all the dirty, foul things going through my head. “I think you’ve already put a leash on it.”
“Faster,” she demands. “I want more.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” I tease, leaving the space that I could easily fill the void. “If I gotta keep you wanting so you can be mine then what’s the point of giving it all to you?—”
“Make me come, Reeve,” she begs. “You know you want to feel me milk this cock.”
Fuck.
“I do,” I force from my lips. “But I like you exactly where you are.”
“Wanna fuck later?” She allows more of her weight to fall on me, opening her up wider for me to easily slide the rest of the way in. She knows what she’s doing and she’s fighting me back with filthy words and promises of what can come later. “We’ll go downstairs and mingle. You can run your hands down my body while I subtly brush my ass over your dick when we dance. I like to feel you hard for me. I like to know your cock is pleading for me to touch it.”
“Think so?”
Her lips hover over mine. “Know so.” She lifts her ass in the air and comes down hard, making us both growl out in lust.
“Better watch it, or I’m going to finish inside you.”
“That was the point of no condom, wasn’t it?” She bucks against me, and my balls tighten. “All this pussy…all yours. Fucking it raw. No barriers between us.”
“No bullshit between us…” I lock eyes with her. “Because that’s what I want.”
She pulses around me, squeezing me tighter, and I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm brewing in my gut.
“You’re the only one who’s ever fucked me like this,” she whispers, her voice husky and overtaxed, and that’s when all of this mellowed-out shit from me loses its edge.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I buck upward and fuck her like we only have minutes before the world ends. She revels in my wild, leaning in to kiss and mingle our tongues together for me to continue on and release all the deranged lack of control into her.
She can pull so many sides out of me.
It’s easy to be me around her because she doesn’t want anything from me. No status, no protection, or money.
This is pure, unadulterated fervor pulsing through both of us.
And we’re still unfinished.
I’m never going to get tired of this.
I’m never going to want a primitive state of mind with her.
I want to be crazy in impatience for her at all times. I earnestly crave for a future, one I think we can both be happy in.
So I let my impatience ride out this fuck session, fucking her like I need her to break apart all those barriers and bad thoughts so she’s open and free to me.
“This shit is mine, McQueen. I want to hear you say it.”
“It’s yours,” she answers back immediately. “Don’t hurt me, Reevie.”
I can hear the slight fear in her voice as she meets me halfway, but it still tears me apart right now. I never want her to live like this with me.
“I’m never going to hurt you, baby. I promise. You can cut my dick off, put it in a jar, and show it to me just so it can be a reminder of breaking said vow to you.”
“Shut up.”
“Shut me up, baby.” I lick her bottom lip. “Or don’t. I want you to hear all the sounds I make when you’re making me finish inside this vise you call a pussy.”
She mutters something inaudible under her breath, but even that is haggard, breaking apart around me as if she’s almost there.
We’re silent except for the sound of our skin slapping against each other. The sounds of our exhales mingling together into one mess of desire and hunger.
I deepen our kiss, wanting to feel so deeply bound with her in every way. The insane notion is a little unsettling to me even, though I want this with everything I have. I don’t want to be connected to anyone the way I do now. I’ve never wanted to take care of someone besides my brothers except for this dark- haired vixen who punched the mayor’s son in the fucking face and gripped my heart and attention in her hands.
Fire keeps you warm.
Bay keeps me desiring the heat that rises off her.
And I’d love to stay warm with every night of the week and forever.
“Reeve,” she groans, then into my mouth, her body’s beginning to convulse.
A deep growl forms from my chest as I come back for another stroke of my tongue against hers. “C’mon, baby. Give it to me.”
She screams, falling from her high when I reach mine, her blue eyes clenching closed, but her plush lips stay connected with mine. My vision blurs when I climax, but Bay keeps her frame latched to mine and it only heightens it.
She presses soft kisses to the corners of my lips and grinds herself against me, getting every last drop of me inside her.
It’s erotic and I’m done for.
There’s no going back after this.
“Say you’re mine now,” I heave out through depleted pants. “I want to know it when we leave this room that I can touch you when I want.”
“As long as I get to touch you?—”
“You can do whatever you want to me. I just want the word.”
Her lips curl into a wide, shit-eating grin. “Mine.”