45. Bay
FORTY-FIVE
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“Do you know how long I’ve waited to get you alone?” Torin mutters in my ear as his two fingers pump in and out of me with slow and easy strokes. “How many times I’ve thought about being the only source of dick you were gonna get?”
I bite down on my lower lip, suppressing an evil chuckle. Torin sounds so dead serious about fucking me solo that I’m not sure if he’s really bothered or if his male pride is speaking up for him.
“I’m assuming?—”
“Don’t assume,” Torin clips back with venom in his tone. He dips his fingers deeper into me in warning that he’s not fucking around. That everything up to this point has been him being dead serious all along. “Know. Know how much you’ve been torturing me, Bay.”
“You psychopaths think I’m just gonna allow you into my life after finding out all the things I have.”
“Yep.”
One word.
Zero doubts about it.
“You got your wish, Wildfire. You got it all. What is it that you said? You’d fuck me into falling in love with you?” His mouth drops to my neck, pushing me farther into my dresser. He refused to let me put pajamas on, claiming that when I was in his line-of-sight tonight, I’d be fully naked and under him.
“Something like that,” I exhale as I chase my orgasm with his expert fingers. “Did it work?”
“Just about. You make me want to change everything.”
I’m not sure what all that entails, but it sounds like he has his own plans prior to me. And I can’t help but want to get to know them. Not because of everything I’m supposed to be doing—like obtaining information about The Landings and making sure South Shore is still straight—but because I’d like to know.
The lines between us are getting blurrier. They barely exist anymore at this point. I’m pretty much done playing double agent and Levi hasn’t made much of a push on it either.
“What happens if we go to war?” I ask him, my heart needing to know the answer before I give him any more of me. “What becomes of our loyalty to our towns?”
“What makes you think it’ll come to that?”
“Emilio…” Torin pulls his head from me and comes around to bore those beautiful pools of browns into me.
“You think he’s going to go after the town his daughter loves so much?”
“I’m not giving him the time or day. He texts me, and I blow him off. I don’t want a relationship with him.”
Torin’s free hand comes up to cup the side of my face. “I can understand that. He’s not the best father figure around.”
“I just don’t want us to be collateral damage.”
Pretty Boy shakes his head. “We won’t. Cairo is going to get Wharf Bay’s titan seat by the end of next week.”
“That doesn’t solve our problem with The Landings.”
He quirks a curious brow at me, and I immediately feel like I overstepped and gave too much away. “Since when do you worry your pretty little head about The Landings?”
“All the time,” I mutter. “Wharf Bay won’t touch us. Newport won’t either. You boys are the so-called heirs of these places, but you’ve now joined forces to build the Forsaken Crew. And Emilio has been building The Void. Why?”
“More fire power,” Torin replies. “And because I think he knows.”
My brows knit. “Knows what?”
Torin’s fingers slide deeper, hitting a spot that feels like he’s getting closer to bottoming me out. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t fully trust me to not break whatever he has apart.
I can’t say I blame him.
We haven’t been going at this for very long.
“I got it,” Torin finally says. “Don’t worry, Wildfire.” He bends over, hovering his lips over mine. “You should be worrying about more important things, like my cock still being in my pants. Take it out.”
“Torin—”
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” His forehead presses firmly into mine. “I’m not going to let anything happen…to you. Understand me?”
I bob my head before he barrels down and kisses me like he’s starving for a taste, sending a ripple of want coursing through me.
My fingers urgently fumble with the button of his jeans as he continues to pump in and out of me with his fingers and now his tongue. I need to be closer. I want to connect with him on another level, another wavelength, another everything.
This dude—so pretty, guarded, yet open is someone my soul calls out to. Despite how we met, the way we’ve proceeded, and where we are, I hunger for more of what he can offer.
Sensations of pleasure and heat make it unbearable to stand still. The prickly stubble of Torin’s jaw rubs against mine as he devours and owns my mouth, my thoughts, and my pussy that he’s torturing with expert fingers he has no business having with his looks.
It’s unfair, really.
Seriously, these boys shouldn’t be able to walk around with how fucking hot and talented they are in the bedroom.
“We were meant to find each other,” Torin mutters against my swollen lips. “The Princess of South Shore and the Prince of The Landings.”
“I’m not a princess,” I answer back, because I’m just a normal chick with a shitload of problems.
“You’re right…you’re a queen. So…if you want The Landings—” I jerk my head away from him, hurt slicing through my chest at his belief of my still wanting to allegedly take away his stupid town.
“Don’t say?—”
“Maybe you should take it,” Torin replies calmly, and my next breath ceases. “You could rip Emilio out of power. You could help South Shore.”
I study him, searching for a flinch of deceit in his tawny eyes. “Why would you want me to do all that?”
“Because I trust you.”
My face twists, but it’s not because I’m confused. I guess I just never thought I’d hear him say it so sturdily before.
And it literally makes me feel uncomfortable, relieved, and flattered all in one ball of crap I can’t untangle.
“Torin, he might be my dad by blood, but I…you deserve the spot.”
“I don’t want it.”
“You’re a born leader.”
“But at what cost? I despise him, never wanted to fall in line, but I stayed quiet to stay out of his way. Now, I have you.” His lips curve into an arrogant smile. “I have Cairo and Reeve. I don’t need a seat, baby.”
“And during these weeks, you believe you know me so well.”
Torin’s hand disappears from down my sweatpants, and I inwardly grown in irritation. “Yeah, I think so.” He brings his fingers up to his lips and places the index and middle between his lips, sucking me off, and my legs mindlessly clamp together.
He takes his time, and I’m burning alive with how turned on I am. His eyes never leave mine as he takes every last drop.
Suddenly, he’s on his haunches, taking my pants with him and tugging one leg free before taking it and draping it over his shoulder.
He doesn’t speak another fucking word as his mouth falls right to my core, lapping up my wetness and owning my shit like he was born to worship me.
A prince and the rebel who doesn’t want to bend to authority or rules.
My fingers find his hair as he licks and sucks, not giving me enough, but he doesn’t need to. Just the fact that he’s between my legs, capturing what he’s been proclaiming he wants is going to make me cream all over his pretty face.
I begin to ride it, showing my eagerness for him to hand over my release. I want him inside me somehow, and I don’t care in what way.
Torin’s hand finds my upper thigh, squeezing and massaging it, subtly urging me to keep doing it. To fuck him in another way that we haven’t done.
His tongue licks my clit, swallowing every drop of my arousal for him and him only.
This is what he wanted—us. Just one moment together without anyone else.
“Fuck, Pretty Boy,” I moan, pulling at strands of his hair. “Who knew you could use that mouth for more things.”
I swear I feel him smile underneath me as he continues working me closer and closer to my climax. To the place where I’m going to see stars and need air to pull myself back together when he breaks me apart.
I find a perfect rhythm, extracting the root of my self-control and breaking apart with unease. My knees buckle from the force of my orgasm, the lightheadedness of it clouding my brain as Torin holds me steady and is suddenly in my face when my eyes flutter open.
My shirt is hurled over my head as Torin’s fingers splay over my naked hips and pull me back with him toward my bed.
Spinning me around, he shoves me onto my hands and knees, lusting after his own rapture with me as his vessel. I hear the rip of a wrapper before one of his hands spreads one of my ass cheeks before he begins pushing himself slowly inside me.
A growl fills his chest, only causing my pussy to twist in the aftermath of my climax and how alpha male he just sounded. Like my cunt is the best thing on Earth and he needs it like he needs to breathe.
Arching my ass back, Torin hits at a new angle when he begins to thrust, and I can’t help the moan that rumbles from my throat as I push back on him.
“Fuck, Wildfire…” His palm rests on the base of my spine, going deeper and searching for that emission of pleasure that’s going to break him down for me. “You were meant for me. You were so fucking meant for me.”
When I don’t respond, only feeling how perfect he feels inside me, his hand laces into my hair, and he gives it a little yank to pay the hell attention.
“I wanna hear you admit it…once and for all.” I open my mouth to ask him what he needs to hear me say, but he does it for me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
My rationality screams no.
That we’ve done this before with a leader of a gang. It didn’t end well. He branded me with his name—it’s covered now—but the fear never went away.
Matteo almost made me pursue thoughts of suicide. The level of depression that erupted around me was enough to make me wish for that day to be the last one.
It makes no sense.
How I would still want him after all the horrible things he did to me. That I missed him.
I became so dependent on Matteo that I lost myself somewhere along the way, and there was nothing that was going to fully yank me out of it until I saw Matteo as a whole.
A piece of shit who was always just a wannabe.
“Be my girlfriend, Bay. You can give me your heart later when I’ve earned it.”
I exhale, not realizing that I had held my breath in the first place.
I can do that, right?
“What kind of benefits do I get?” I tease, like the little asshole I am.
Torin squeezes the skin at my ass, then begins kneading it. “Dinner, food, fucks, and me.”
Honestly, sounds good enough to me.
My brain goes to Reeve but, at this point, I know he’d be on board or tell me that he doesn’t approve of where I’d get to that bridge if I had to. If anything, I’d have to worry about Torin being the possessive asshole over my mellowed-out surfer boy.
“You got yourself a deal, Pretty Boy,” I agree.
Torin quickly pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. Settling himself between my thighs, he presses himself inside me again, and fucks me hard, leaning over and placing his palms on either side of my head.
“I like to fuck just like this. Just where I can see the orgasm hit your eyes and you fall apart around me. I like to watch you milk me dry and enjoy it, knowing it’s me who’s making you see oblivion.”
“You like to see a lot of shit,” I jeer. “Damn, boy, just fuck me.”
Torin smiles and kisses me, plowing into me faster and fuller, bringing us both closer to where I want to be again.
We become a combination of harsh exhales and slow inhales. Our mouths fuse into nips and tastes and small bits of control. His wicked fingers arrive between my legs again as he starts to drive me wild with more tingles and moans, more him, more us, more pushing and breaking through this fight of being between two different worlds.
We’re not Romeo and Juliet.
We’re not Bonnie and Clyde.
We’re not Jack and Rose or Tony and Maria from West Side Story.
Torin and I are push and pull, a vortex of implausible feelings and thoughts that want to be together because it feels good.
It feels right.
In another life, it might be easier, but here it’s more legitimate and tangible this way. The trials and tribulations make it a living and substantial creation between us because we’ve already emotionally struggled to get here. Everything else we can handle—together.
My body begins to shake underneath Torin’s weight and our eyes meet as he breaks our kiss.
He’s the most beautiful and self-assertive oversight I’ve ever made.
“You gonna shatter, Wildfire? Because I’m going to burn alive with how tight this pussy is squeezing me.” He grazes the corner of my mouth with his lips. “You’re so goddamn stunning. I really don’t deserve to be inside you right now.”
My lips curl at his admission as I fuse a kiss to his lips. “You’re working yourself into my heart, remember?”
“I remember.” His tongue glides across the seam of my lips. “I’m never gonna forget.”
My pussy clenches as the tip of his tongue, another part of him, coaxing my orgasm to explode.
I moan his name as oblivion takes me over and slams into me. Torin pistols through my climax, causing it only to heighten as I break apart underneath him and gasping for air.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “There’s my queen.”
I swear I couldn’t come any harder if God himself gave me that orgasm. Torin waits for me to come down when he pulls out and spills himself all over my stomach, jerking himself hard as he keeps his chocolate gaze on me while he works himself to finish.
Oh yeah, Pretty Boy and I are going to make one hell of a couple.