40. Torin
FORTY
torin
Dry sweat coats my skin as take the back way inside my house to avoid all the partygoers so I can get a quick shower in and grab a drink. Basketball kicked my ass tonight, having to put in extra work because my defense couldn’t guard a ball to save their lives and my brain has been all over the place with everything going on.
My mind is getting muddled, off track.
Especially when I got a text from Cairo, explaining that Reeve has officially gone off the deep end with Bay—the current person plaguing my fucking head lately, too.
It’s not hard to do. In fact, it’s too easy. It’s too natural. It feels too damn good to be within the scoop of her sights and not want to remain there.
Bay Wildes.
Bay Wildes.
She’s the real heir of The Landings. She’s the main interest of Emilio, a man who was all about family, his sons from marriage, and the endgame.
Now it’s changed.
Everything has fucking changed. And, not only am I anxious about how this is all going to go down, Cairo’s right.
Reeve and I are both trippin’ on this girl who holds more power than we can allow. She can rip apart everything we’ve worked for. If Bay gives Emilio one slight inkling that she wants in, I’m not sure where that’s going to leave us.
We want away from Emilio.
Not with him.
And if Bay chooses him, she’s not with us anymore.
That alone is more devastating than it should be.
Entering the game room, it’s already full of people. Individuals who aren’t going to be getting a handful of being in my space because it’s my boys and the woman who troubles me.
She’s in Reeve’s arms, thick legs wrapped around his hips as she kisses him slow and fluidly. My best friend is rocking back and forth, keeping whatever dance they began with no music but the shit downstairs.
Cairo is nursing a drink in my black chaise, watching me walk into the scene playing out in front of me, looking unamused and slightly disturbed by it.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask him, curious as to why he’s not at his own fucking party.
“Steering clear because you flooded Vivian’s car, asshole.”
“So?” I wipe at my forehead, getting rid of some of the sweat still forming there. “I’m tired of that bitch thinking she can just show up where she’s not invited. Don’t act like you’re so bent out of shape about it.” I slide my gaze back to Bay and Reeve still making out like it’s impossible to keep their hands off each other.
“They’re both fucked up.”
“Eh, he needs it.” I drop my gym bag on the floor, which gains Bay’s undivided attention, breaking from Reeve’s lips and giving me one of those sultry smirks. “And apparently, so do I.”
“Pretty Boy.” Unwrapping her legs from around Reeve, she drops to her feet. Shredded jeans show off teases of skin at her thighs and the black crop top she’s wearing leaves shit to the imagination.
She strides over to me on a mission, and I can’t help my cock from getting hard. Those blue eyes are like black holes that vacuum you in without a choice. You’re going in, you’re stuck, and there’s no fucking way out but in.
“Hey, Wildfire,” I greet before she’s wrapping her arms around my neck. The smile gracing her face appears valid and true, as if she’s excited to see me. “What’s going on?”
“How was your game?”
“We won.” Her fingers play with the hair at my nape and my hand falls to one of her hips. “You havin’ a good time?”
She bobs her head before saying something that makes me want to laugh through my shock of it. “Cairo’s being a dickhead.”
Never thought I’d ever hear her say that someone was being mean to her and that it matters. Especially since Cairo hasn’t shown an ounce of interest—from up close anyway.
He’s a smart fuck, knows his limits, saw the danger coming a mile away. And while Reeve welcomes it, and I challenge it, Cairo observes it.
Again, the brains of the operation lately.
“Is he now?” I ask, flicking my eyes over her head to him. He shrugs, clearly not giving a shit, and for good reason.
“Tell him I didn’t flood his bitch’s car.”
She’s drunk as fuck.
I can smell the whiskey on her breath, mixed with jasmine or something rich. Her blue eyes are glossy and coated with liquor that has her caring that Cairo is being his usual dickhead.
My lips heave at her begging and having me take the con. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I saw you.” She sends a withering glare toward Cairo, which lacks conviction and strength. “I have better things to do than waste my time on Vivian Muncy. Nice choice, by the way.”
I give her hip a little squeeze to regain her attention back on me. “Vivian make you jealous, baby?”
Bay scoffs and raises her brows. “Give me one thing to be jealous about. I’m not the one being territorial when Cairo thinks I’m going to steal Reeve away from all of you.”
“Cairo’s an attention whore,” I say loud enough for him to hear. “He doesn’t like to share.”
She cranes her neck again to look at him. “Stay in your lane. I don’t like being threatened every ten seconds. I get angry.”
“No need to get violent, Wildfire” I reassure her. “Cairo is gonna get his ass kicked next week for the Titan fight, so that’s covered.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Cairo grinds out behind me as Reeve laughs, coming up from behind her and pressing his front to her back.
“He’s adopted,” Reeve says, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. “Little shit doesn’t know how to play nice with anyone.”
“I heard.”
“Don’t feel sorry for him, McQueen,” Reeve emits softly. “He’s got thick skin. And Torin over here, I’m sure, has a hard dick right now because you haven’t kissed him yet.”
Her blues slice back to me and Reeve’s not wrong.
However, I’m trying my damndest to keep a level head and failing miserably at it.
“Do you want a kiss, Pretty Boy?” she solicits, rubbing at the back of my head again, but there’s no teasing to her tone. I’m not used to the sweetness that comes from her voice. It’s normally filled with hostility and a whole lot of my going to go fuck myself up a tree.
“Do you normally ask people?” I push back, because as much as I just said I need to keep my wits about me, I don’t think I have it in me to deny her.
Bay stabs me with a look of opposition, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she lifts herself on the tips of her toes and hovers her lips over mine, holding them for a moment. “You know it’s okay to admit shit, right?”
“You should talk,” I counter back. “You’ve been pushing back on me for years.”
“Because…” Her eyes never stray from mine and that’s when, for the first time, I see the worry that resonates there. “You could cost me everything.”
Then her lips mesh into mine, clasping on with the plush, velvety flesh and demanding for me to follow.
I’ll let you guess the outcome.
I’m putty in her hands as my tongue licks across the seam of her mouth and she immediately lets me in. My cock strains against my boxers inside my sweatpants, and Reeve doesn’t help when a soft moan escapes her lips and she’s latching on to the waistband at my hips.
Her palm drifts down even farther, cupping my already readied cock, and I fight the will that my brain wants to have to take heed to everything she is.
Why? She hasn’t fucked you over yet? Cairo is just paranoid because of what Vivian did.
Opening my eyes, Bay’s are closed, too into the kiss to care. Too far gone while Reeve feasts on her neck.
Those two fucking belong together, Geezus.
So, what the fuck am I doing here?
My naivety wants to believe that Bay is the girl I obsessed over all those years ago. That, deep inside, she’s still the gentle, loving blonde who was optimistic about the world and dreamed of things.
I know Matteo tried shitting on them, but I’m still present because I want her. I’m pushing back everything I once believed and hated because this South Shore princess traipsed through our streets and showed no fear.
No, she pushed back.
She shoved her way through the mess of our war and demanded that I see her for who she is and what she isn’t.
But that’s not fully true, is it?
She’s never going to tell me if she’s fucking around and this is all a game. She’s never going to say this is all for show, a means to an end. Something she plans on ending with all of us—Reeve and I—at the mess of all this.
Bay’s fingers yank on the locks of hair in her grasp and force my head back, breaking our kiss immediately.
“What’s wrong?” she whispers, abandoning my dick and coming up to wrap both of her arms around my waist. “You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?”
I don’t want to admit it.
I don’t even desire to think about it all the time.
But it’s there.
It’s here.
We all bust our asses so that if the Forsaken Crew lands in shambles and we can’t get South Shore’s backing, that we’ll have something else to fall back on while we figure out our next move.
It’s not ideal, but we’re not total idiots.
And, shit, can she really blame me? Because she won’t fully open up either, too scared of something we’re going to do to her.
It’s a merry-go-round of bullshit.
So, when does it stop?
Brushing away a piece of hair from her blues, I stare down at her and give her one firm nod. It’s the last and only time I’m going to acknowledge it. Any more and she’ll have me eating out of her palm like she does Reeve, and that, too, frightens me.
I’ve never seen him take a liking to someone like this before.
I’ve never witnessed how devoted he is to show her that he’s serious about keeping her safe.
Then there’s the fact that we both want her. How the fuck is that going to work?
“I told Reeve…” Her glossed-over eyes glimmer when she continues with, “That I’d take care of him. I’d do it for you, too.”
“Me?”
“Yes.” It’s one word. One strong and sound word that attempts to push back all the fears that surround us.
Yes.
Well, fuck. What else is there? She fucks us over, I will literally assassinate everything she loves and owns. I will be her hell, reaping havoc on everything she’s ever wanted.
She just gave me her word.
The word.
Everything else will just have to take its course, won’t it?
“Then I guess this is my cue to take care of you, huh, Wildfire?”
She bobs her head before I lean over and lift her up by her ass and carry her over to the long chaise. I gracelessly drop her to the edge, snapping my fingers for everyone to get the fuck out because my impatience is now taking over everything else.
Lifting my shirt over my head, I gaze down at her, sitting up by her elbows as she watches me undress for her.
Well…and Reeve and Cairo.
“That body is a sin, Wildes,” she claims, shamelessly examining my abs and the low dip of my sweats.
“And I plan on you sinning on it all night, Wildfire.”
Her lips curl as she begins undoing the button of her jeans, and I shake my head. “No. Reeve is going to get you naked.”
He shows up then at my side, eyeing her like prey sprawled perfectly on the gray fabric and his knee perches on the side to get to work. He rips at her pants like he can’t bear to have them on her skin a second longer. When he gets to her shirt, he’s mauling her lips with his, roaming her naked skin up and down her body to get her hot and bothered for me.
When she’s completely naked, those perfect tits and wide hips laid out for me, I’m already sprung in my boxers and waiting with a rubber cladding my length.
“C’mere,” I order, stepping back from the furniture and signaling for Reeve to follow her.
She immediately comes to attention, stepping in front of me, but what’s interesting is her covering herself a little.
Drunk Bay is a little more self-conscious than normal Bay.
“You’re drunk,” I emit so that it sinks into her head.
“Buzzed,” she counters.
“You good with this?”
She rolls her eyes like a fucking brat and replies, “Yes.”
Heaving her up by her ass again, those thighs latch on to me, and Reeve lines up behind her.
It’s weird.
I’ve known this dude almost my whole life, but we still communicate with no words half the time.
“Take my dick out.” Bay slowly does what I ask, gripping the base firmly on purpose, I’m sure. “And put it inside you.”
I swear something with those fucking blue eyes drives me nuts. The way they practically glow off her face makes me mesmerized with whatever it is we’re doing.
When her tightness shrouds around me, it’s over.
I’m already thrusting deep inside while her face nestles into the crook of my neck, gasping with sensations. Her lips find the sensitive skin there, lavishing kisses with her mouth and tongue when I spread her butt cheeks in a warning and promise.
“One day, Wildfire…we’re gonna fuck both of these holes and you’re gonna come so hard, you’ll forget your name and how to fucking breathe.”
She returns my vow with a soft bite to my neck as I propel in and out, working her to get used to me before changing the script up and keeping her on her toes.
Bay Astor, Wildes—whatever the fuck you want to call her—she just gave herself up.
I’m not sure how this is going to work, or if Reeve and I are even able to get on the same page with all this, but in the here and now, she’s fucking ours.
And we may just never let her go.
Ever.
No matter if she fucks us over or not. If she likes us or not. If she eventually loves us or not. If there is one thing Reeve and I have in common, it’s that we’re profanely greedy with what we want.
And it evidently seems that we both thirst and pant after her.