53. Bay
FIFTY-THREE
bay
I’m not one to get easily intimidated anymore.
Race me with a turbo, fine.
Run your mouth, I got you.
Wanna dress with half your ass hanging out and say I look like shit in sweatpants, knock yourself out.
However, with three different sets of eyes on me—all of men I care about—I’m squirmy.
Levi, Torin, and Reeve stand in a unified row, towering over me with a bunch of bullshit they want to spew.
I can only imagine it, but not perfectly enough.
However, I won’t be disappointed because they’ll all say what they need to. And what’s weirdly funny is that they all worked together when they got me home without realizing it.
Levi grabbed the bandages and hydrogen peroxide. Torin gathered up ice and Reeve carried me to the couch without a word like I couldn’t do it myself.
I didn’t bitch. It was clear that each one of them was angry in their own way.
And now it’s time to face the music.
Fuck me.
“You think racin’ the Nova was a good idea?” Levi asks me, crossing his bulging arms along his broad chest.
“Yeah,” I deadpan.
His brows knit as Torin takes a step in my direction. Those tawny brown eyes are slightly darker from all the animosity brimming them currently boring me to the plush cushions on my couch.
“You’re not in the mindset,” Torin proceeds to add in. “One race, maybe .”
“I’m sorry”—I flick my attention to him, matching Levi’s stance with his untatted arms crossed along his chest—“I wasn’t lookin’ for another daddy.”
“Baby,” he practically purrs. Those dark pools of menace glimmer dark things of all the ways he could make me listen. “You can call me daddy?—”
“ Wildes ,” Levi growls out, steering his entire vice of pissed to the back of Torin’s head. “I will fucking kill you if you even finish that sentence. Shut the fuck up.” Pretty Boy smirks at me, but doesn’t back away. “Bay…we need to talk about the house.”
Reeve moves then, stepping and pivoting to meet Levi face to face. My best friend has him in muscle for days, but Reeve is like that pain in the ass that won’t be squashed. I’ve seen him throw blows at Levi, he’s not a pushover.
“The fuck are you doing here again, Wallace?” Reeve solicits calmly. “You’re not in this equation anymore.”
Levi flicks his greens down to him. “Aren’t you in South Shore? I’ll have you shot the moment you walk out of this house.”
“Still doesn’t answer the question,” Torin presses, standing alongside his friend. “I think I remember him putting hands on her, don’t you, Stanton?”
“Vividly.”
Levi flicks his attention to me, and I shake my head. I don’t have a full handle on them yet and how this will go down. Torin was absolutely furious when he discovered that I showed up to the Titan fight with my best friend but, with Nessa in tow, it helped tone down any questions on if Levi was trying to move in on me again. They know he’s at the hospital, but they haven’t mentioned a thing to me about why or for how long? I’m not sure if it’s because they’re trying to keep my stress level down or confident enough that it’s not going to happen.
“I still care for Bay,” my best friend vouches after a few seconds. “And she’s still my responsibility.”
“She’s not your girl anymore.” Reeve closes some inches on Levi, and my heart begins to sprint. “Which means you’re not fucking welcome here.”
“Reevie,” I call out softly, aware that he’s not going to calm down unless I insert myself. “Let’s not do this here.”
“She’s under the Forsaken Crew’s protection now,” Torin states to just make matters worse. “So you can see your fucking way?—”
Levi makes a move for Torin, purposely bumping his chest, and I rise from the couch, wincing in discomfort but pushing through it. They’re going to wreck half the house if they start at it now and the girls are sleeping.
“Boys,” I assert with steel to my tone, prying at both Reeve and Torin’s biceps to let me through into their circle of testosterone. “My sisters are sleeping.”
Neither of them stops glaring at each other, though.
“Levi, thanks for helping me out of the car. Could you help me find somewhere to put it? I don’t want my dad to see it when he finally gets home.”
Whenever that’s going to be.
“We’ll handle it,” Torin cuts in, inserting his possessiveness tenfold.
“Yeah,” Levi replies, ignoring Torin’s help with a glimpse over at me. “I’ll get the boys to tow it to the garage.”
Torin begins to pull from my hold. “Did you hear what I just fucking said?—”
“I think it’s best you go.” Levi’s eyes meet mine. I can’t keep a handle on them when he’s here and he knows it. The whole house/Vivian thing we’ll talk about later.
“Right,” he mutters. “Call me if you need anything else.”
“Won’t be fucking necessary.” That coming from Reeve as Levi promptly pivots and leaves the house without another word.
That’s when Torin’s body is replaced with where Levi’s just was. His gold irises narrowed in on me now.
“How the fuck does he know about the house?” I open my mouth, but he shoots off another question in quick resession. “And why the fuck were you sitting with him last night?”
I probably should’ve kept Levi here to deflect these questions.
And I thought I was over this hump.
Torin hasn’t mentioned another word about it, and it’s been three days. Maybe the house blurred those lines a bit, but now that Levi has shown up again, it seems to have made it snowball again.
“I told him,” I assert. “He’s…been helping out still.”
“With what ?” Reeve chimes in, lining up with Torin again like the team they are.
Fuck me.
“With the girls.”
“You broke up with him.”
I look at Torin who’s, of course, pissed as all hell. With Pretty Boy, I’m capable of calming him down because I know how to do it with myself, but with Reeve…I’m lost. “He broke up with me.”
“The fuck does that mean?” His glare literally bores into my head, and I can feel it against my sweating skin. “He gets to call all the shots and still be in your life?”
“Levi and I have known each other a long time, Pretty Boy. I?—”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
I inhale before asserting, “My sisters are very close to him, and this has been a really rough time. I can’t be everywhere at once. And my dad?—”
“How close are you still to him?” he grounds out, erasing some of the space between us and towering over me. “Has he touched you?”
“Wha— no . It’s not like that. Before we dated, we were best friends. It’s not…Levi just has a temper. His pride was hurt with you guys stepping in, and he did shit he shouldn’t have.”
“So, you just forgive every motherfucker who touches you?” He spits that question out like he’s fully disgusted with me…or disappointed. “Just like De Leon. How many times did he touch you when I was around?”
I lost count.
“Drop it,” I grind out, because the mention of my real ex in this conversation is going to amp me up real quick. “I’m not cheating on you.”
“I don’t like it.”
“And I don’t like that you’re a Wildes, so…” I shrug.
“You’re a Wildes, too, baby,” he hisses out, trying to hold his composure. “And Wallace isn’t going to continue to be in your life when he’s disrespected you. Not around me.”
“That’s not fully your decision now, is it?”
He arrogantly cocks his head to the side. The sheer pride that lives abundantly in Torin’s veins matches my own. We like to have the last word and we sure as hell love to make sure we’re perfectly clear. “Isn’t it, though? I have some say, Wildfire. You’re fucking mine.”
My body heats with that declaration because it doesn’t seem to get old. My brain doesn’t mind it at all either, which is the scary part sometimes.
Yet, the big picture here is that Levi plays a major role in my life and there’s never going to be a day where I nix him out of it.
I just don’t know how to bring him in now that all this has happened.
“I’m not cheating on you,” I repeat again. “I would never do that to either of you.”
A muscle in Torin’s jaw twitches, but it doesn’t shut him up, unfortunately. “We’ll see about that when you come and live with us.”
My face skews at that idea. “No, I’m not.”
“Yeah…you are,” Pretty Boy utters, keeping his eyes locked with mine. “We have the space. The girls will have their own room. Your dad, too. We’ll have around-the-clock care?—”
“We can’t.” I rock my head back and forth, because that would mean Levi out of everything, and I won’t do that. “But, thank?—”
“You will,” he counters, giving zero fucks about the matter. “Because we’re going to take care of our own. And my girl isn’t going to live on the fucking streets when we have more than enough?—”
“My dad isn’t staying at your house when your fucking father already tried to kill him.”
The hardness in Torin’s face falters a bit, as if he didn’t think of that before, and Reeve steps up to his left.
“She’s right,” Reeve mumbles. “He can’t be there.” Torin doesn’t answer right away, causing me to shift uncomfortably at his silence. It’s literally the most dangerous thing about him. “We gotta trust her, brother. If she trusts Levi with her sisters… I don’t like it either, but we need to throw some respect on her decision making.”
Torin’s nostrils flare, obviously not a fan of his best friend’s words, but he lets out, “Alright. Whatever she wants…for now.”
My body eases a bit, and it’s then that I notice Reeve’s solemn attitude, which almost matches Baby Wildes’s. “What about you?” I ask him. “Are you okay with?—”
“Are you fucking stupid? ” Cairo’s voice suddenly barks out, frightening me with a jump as he emerges around Reeve and into my sight. “Why am I not surprised that you would go past your limit?”
I think I just suffered a mild heart attack, and I check my chest to make sure I can still feel my heart beating. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Cairo ignores me, his haughtiness driving me absolutely out of my mind as well as the damn scare he just threw at me. Then ping-pongs his index finger between Torin and Reeve. “Don’t you have two boyfriends now? That’s their fucking job to hear your mental problems.”
“I don’t need—” He actually lunges for me, or that’s what it seems like. I think he took a giant step because he’s so fucking tall, provoking my chin to rise to meet his dark eyes.
“You need a fucking spanking and someone to throw you into a wall, Little T. I swear to fucking God, I’m over here trying to get your house back, and you’re over here trying to fucking die .”
“I wasn’t trying?—”
“Do it again,” he grits out through his teeth, and the tone his voice takes causes goosebumps to line up my spine in a violent shake. “And I’m going to show you how much of a fucker I can be when pissed, got me? Level down on the fucking reckless shit.”
Holy shit.
How the hell did Cairo Black get so damn hot all of a sudden?
“I wanna talk to you outside,” Reeve’s voice recites, and before I can open my mouth to tell him sure, he growls out with, “ Now. ”
Alright…so he’s mad, too.
I bob my head and follow—more like limp—after Reeve, who’s already headed through the living room and into the garage.
Once I’m slowly taking the cement steps to the ground floor of the garage, Reeve’s lifting me the rest of the way and closing the door with an irritated bang behind us.
His forearm props me up by my ass as he sits me on the wrecked front end of Dad’s Nova. I dare not examine the damn thing right now, but Reeve doesn’t give me a chance, nestling himself between my legs and demanding my full focus.
“You could’ve gotten hurt,” he mutters before his fingers rest on top of my naked thighs.
I changed into shorts and a new tee, Levi’s strict orders, before getting told what to do minutes ago.
“I know,” I tell him. “But I wouldn’t have crashed if it wasn’t for that moron who?—”
“You could’ve left me,” he glowers, those harmonious vibes about him quickly disappearing before my eyes. I can hear the sheer worry that he felt, and I regret that. I’d never want him to feel that way about anything.
But it happened, and I can’t control everyone’s movements in a race.
“I’m sorry, Reevie. It’s the last thing I’d ever want?—”
“Take my dick out, stroke it, then I want you to let me fuck you on top of this machine that could’ve removed you from my life.”
My hands—things that apparently have a mind of their own—find the waistband of his jeans as they quickly undo the button of his pants.
Reeve slides his hand through the space between my cotton shorts and thigh, finding my clit through my underwear, and slowly begins to perform sluggish circles against it.
It only causes my movements to quicken.
“Do you know the sort of sheer panic I went through?” he asks me. “I watched that car flip.”
I couldn’t imagine, even though I’ve seen many people wreck. However, not someone I really cared for. Levi thankfully never got into too huge of an accident where I was borderline my own stroke.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “But I’m fine. Just bruised up and?—”
“You shouldn’t have been there.”
My temper clicks on, but I shut it back off. He was scared shitless, and he has to yell at me for a minute.
I can handle that.
“Reevie,” I say softly. “I was trying to win money so I could get a place for my family to live.”
His brows clash. “Do you think I wouldn’t take care of you?”
“It’s not that I don’t—” He yanks on my pants. The fabric digs into the creases of my upper thighs.
“You’re mine ,” he sneers in my face before his lips crash violently onto mine.
I’m unable to grasp the full contents of the kiss before Reeve bites down on my lower lip, demanding my submission and sole concentration on how he’s feeling and reacting.
My mellow boy.
I recognize that, when Reeve is like this, it definitely should be taken seriously. He doesn’t give me shit for much at all but, since is his first qualm with me, I need to really accept and understand it.
He thought he was going to lose me and that shaped him into this; pissed off, anxious, and in desperate need of making sure I’m okay.
“Touch me, McQueen,” he chides, then leads with his tongue, diving into my mouth with hunger.
Finding his hard length and following those orders, I stroke him, feeling the velvety skin underneath the silky boxers he’s wearing, and—why the hell is he wearing silk boxers?
Two fingers slide easily inside me, and I gasp as he works me frantically to a pace of turned-on and ragey.
I open my legs wider, and he takes that as his signal to fuck me to his little heart’s content.
Arriving at his cock, he pushes my hand away and guides himself to my entrance. Keeping the deep digging of my panties and shorts to the side so it’s easy for him to slide inside.
And he does.
In one fast and forceful thrust, taking me whole and wild. His feral grunts of pleasure fill my ears, and it only makes me want more. It only causes me to become wetter and more sated with Reeve Stanton every time we find ourselves like this.
I’m falling more in love with this dude.
I’ve never felt so confident about someone who wasn’t in my immediate circle and the fact that I caused him fear or mental pain hurts me just as much.
Reeve fucks me like he won’t be able to again. His hand finds my lower back to ground me in one spot as my ass grinds against the broken hood of my dad’s dream, and I still know that everything is going to be fine when he’s around.
“Promise me you won’t be so reckless again,” he censures through his teeth and each forceful prod of his rigid cock, stretching and demanding for me to take all his fear and wrath.
I mean, I’ll take it.
“I promise—” His hand wraps around my throat, preventing my next words from leaving that he asked me for.
Pulling me closer to his face, his is deadly. Those beautiful hazels mixed with perfect shards of greens and browns are glazed over in unadulterated madness. “Don’t let me find you doing this to me again. I will fuck you into listening to me. I will keep you until I’ve screwed you so hard that you can’t remember your own damn name. I’m absolutely fucking crazy for you, McQueen. The shit I’m capable of doing with you…it’s not all Beach Boy vibes and sweet nothings in your ears. Piss me off, and you’re gonna see another side.”
I hear him.
I do.
Nonetheless, all I can feel is how much he means it as he stretches and fills me.
“I got it,” I answer faithfully.
“Do you?” He bottoms out inside me, and I cry out, but he squeezes my throat harder to keep it from being loud. “I want you. I’m always gonna want you. Remember that. However, my patience isn’t limitless, and I’d really enjoy making you hurt, McQueen.”
“Like this?” I arch my back, and he draws in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Just like this, baby.” He fucks me harder, and I’m going to be deliciously sore tomorrow. “And so much more.”
“I’m sorry.”
His features become a bit softer when he says, “I know. But I’ve lost so much, McQueen. I don’t want you to be one of them.”
God, is it possible to love someone more in just a moment?
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life before I break apart and shatter underneath him.
“Looks like you’re so close,” Reeve mutters through each brutal thrust. “Your cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and you have this look about you that shows me that you’re gonna take all of me just how you were meant to.”
I bob my head against each push, and Reeve does not let up. He only drives his point into me. He shows me how long and quick he can go, the stamina built up for me, and the way he’ll punish me—if you wanna call it that—if I keep making stupid decisions.
“Fuck, Reeve…”
“Fuck is right,” he says. “Always fucking. Always us. Always together. I’m always gonna want to take care of you, baby.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“God, you feel so fucking good and tight. I’m so fucking fucked with you.”
“Same.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Reeve delves into the crook of my neck and begins kissing my neck, drawing that sensitive spot to him and I break apart with seconds of his lips connecting with my warmed flesh.
He directly follows, pumping in and out of me, spilling himself deep inside and not coming up for air.
Until he realizes what he just did.
“Goddamnit.”
“I’m on the pill.”
He looks between us. “Maybe you should get another one.” His clear hazels that look brighter now find my blues. “Honestly…I’d fucking die if you got pregnant with my child.” My face twists before he says, “Don’t get it fucked up. I’d love for you to be the mother of my kids. But let me marry you first.”
I give him a little shove to his chest. “Slow down, killer.”
Grabbing my wrist, he brings my hand up to his lips. “One day, Mrs. Future Stanton.” He presses a long kiss on my hand. “One day.”
“Date me for a year and see if you change your mind.”
“I’m not,” he replies confidently, searing his hazel eyes into me. “I love you too much to ever let you go.”
My heart tugs but I can’t help but say, “That might change.”
“Not with me. Not after you still accept me…after everything.”
I reach for his cheek and pull him closer. “Nothing will ever change with how I feel about you.”
He looks at me with hope in his eyes. “Promise, McQueen?”
“I promise, Reevie.”