56. Bay
FIFTY-SIX
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LEVI: I got a run Friday. You want in?
BAY: I’m there. Juice and Hot Rod have the girls?
LEVI: Already ran it by them. Rod is comin’ with, though. Juice’s got them.
BAY: Perfect. I’ll text you?—
My body slams into what feels like a wall before my head immediately snaps up, an apology on my lips before meeting Torin’s face and his mild expression.
“Hey,” I greet with an easy smile. “What are you doing here?”
His arm snakes around my waist as he possessively pulls me to his front. “That smile for me, Wildfire?”
“No, Pretty Boy, it’s for the dude behind you.” I rise on my tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “But, yeah…it’s for you.”
His tongue licks at my bottom lip, and I open for him, receiving the front end of his need for me. He growls, low and deep, spreading a hot wave of desire between my legs and up my frame like gasoline.
Torin’s hand laces with mine as he pulls us into an empty classroom and swiftly slams the door. My spine is the next thing to go up against the hard surface and my needy boyfriend already has his hand down my sweats and locating with my clit.
“Who said you could wear these here?” he leers, creating soft and steady circular motions to my sanity.
“Pants?”
“ These pants. They’re easy fuckin’ access.”
I lace my fingers through the soft, thick locks of his hair. “Well, good thing, because you’re here.”
“You didn’t know I’d be here,” he retorts, leaning in to nestle his face into the column of my neck. I don’t even get to answer, as my focus locks on how tunnel vision he is on my clit. “Already so fucking wet for me, baby.”
He licks at my throat at the same moment I feel a tremor rack through my body. “I’m always wet for you, Pretty Boy. I like your asshole.”
“Were you wet for him, too?”
“Mhm? Who…my teacher? You gonna be jealous of every dude who enters my day?”
“Probably.” The cotton material of my sweats is then tugged past my ass, and Torin begins quickly removing them off one leg.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as he quietly lifts me to wrap my legs around his waist. “You seem like you’re having a bad—” His cock—that I didn’t know was out yet—drives inside me in one urgent thrust, and I squeeze onto the sharp gasp and surprise from his entry. My face goes to the same exact place his was on mine. My lips brushing against the soft place of his neck, smelling of cedar and mint. “Bad day, Pretty Boy?”
“Extremely,” he deadpans as my back hits the back of the door with each propel of his hips. “You always seemed to make it better.” I noticed the past tense of that verb as if I’m dead or something. That I’m no longer around and I’m a ghost. “How many times did you fuck my brother?”
I can’t help but smile against his skin and jealously for Reeve. I knew out of the two that he’d have the most hard time with all this. “Don’t play this game. He hasn’t fucked me since you did the other day. When you licked me up and down until I screamed.”
“Whose name did you scream?”
“Yours,” I whisper, opening my lips and taking his skin in my mouth. A small moan escapes my lips as he fucks me, and I feel the shudder of his body as I work him with the lapses of my lips. “I screamed your name over and over…and over again.”
“Yeah, you did. And you taste so fucking good, Wildfire. Like sins, and lies, and everything bad thing that enters my life.”
“What do you mean?—”
“How many times did you fuck my brother, Bay?” I pull from the safety of his body and stare right ahead at Torin’s deathly gaze.
It’s all full of hate.
Just like before, but worse.
This time, there are traces of betrayal in those golden browns. And we’re officially not talking about Reeve anymore.
He must see that I’m not catching on as quickly as he wants me to because he gives me a name I haven’t heard in years.
“ Judah ,” Torin quips sharply, causing my whole body to burn and freeze at the same time. Nothing frees from my throat as I stare back at him. “Your eyes give you away,” Torin accuses me with another shove of his cock inside me, but I can feel that this isn’t just screwing in a classroom but a point to make.
An action to take consequences for.
“You…you know Judah?” My question is a whisper as I hold in the pleasure still wanting to shove its way inside me. However, my heart just dropped to my stomach as Torin gapes at me like a stranger he’s never laid on upon.
“I know him,” Pretty Boy confirms. “Like I just said, he’s my fucking brother. And he wasn’t taken from me.”
I open my mouth to—I don’t know—explain? However, Torin’s large hand comes up to cover my mouth, tightly wrapping his fingers around my cheeks and digging the ends into skin.
His grip isn’t friendly. It’s full of anger. It’s laced with emotions that I can’t pinpoint them all.
“You killed him,” he semi-rightly accuses. “He begged you to leave with him…” His eyes cut into my soul when they narrow and burrow into my skull. “He loved you, didn’t he?”
I shake my head and reach for his hand to release me so that I’m able to speak, but Torin won’t let up.
He won’t stop fucking me either.
No matter how pissed he is, he won’t stop owning me. He won’t stop himself from releasing his hatred and rapture.
“He loved you like I was beginning to,” Torin sneers. “And you fucking put a bullet in him, didn’t you?”
No, a knife.
After he tried to kill me.
“What’s your game, baby? You lookin’ to take all the Titan seats?” His nostrils flare, and those pretty gold eyes darken. I’m not sure how he found out, but he’s already proven me guilty without a trial in his head. “You and that motherfucking Levi Wallace?”
I dig my nails into his skin to get me to speak. To give me an opportunity to explain myself, but Torin is as fucking stubborn as I am. He doesn’t release me, only squeezes harder and more assured of what he’s saying is true.
That’s the problem with being at the top—you’re paranoid.
You’re always waiting for the ball to drop with someone you trust and for someone to screw you over. Torin has been fucked over by many people, I’m sure; however, he doesn’t know the whole story.
And the fact that I took someone from him, that kills me inside.
His brother.
I obviously didn’t know. I didn’t know Torin at the time either, but would that of changed anything?
“ Please ,” I murmur underneath the skin of his palm.
“Please?” he repeats, shoving himself so hard and deep within me that tears prick the back of my eyes. “Isn’t that what he was doing?”
Let me talk.
“He wanted to save you. I wanted to save you. I would’ve given you anything ,” he snaps, barging and demanding me to open up wider for him. “Anything…just like him. Just like the only brother who gave a shit about me.”
I plead to him with my eyes, begging him to let me speak. He has to know it wasn’t intentional. That I didn’t start it.
Torin’s grip loosens, and I take a large inhale of air that I didn’t know I needed, but I quickly blurt out what I need to say before he changes his mind.
“I didn’t know he was your brother?—”
“Would that of changed anything?” Torin bites back through knitted brows.
“He tried to kill me, Torin. He tried to choke—” Apparently, giving him the idea, Torin’s hand wraps around my throat, and he squeezes, only leaving me a little breathing room to speak.
I gasp, clasping onto his wrist for relief, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t wish to give me any. Torin just wants me to feel how his heart is breaking. How he believes me to have taken from him when it’s not like that at all.
“Then why did he try to get you to go with him?” Torin leers. “You’re telling me that my brother was trying to off you because you didn’t want to go with him?”
“It was to get away from Matteo.”
“Bullshit.”
“It was .”
“Yeah…” he scoffs, and I feel the pad of his thumb grazing along the soft dip of my throat. “From the sounds of it, he wanted you so fucking bad, Bay. Maybe he would’ve had you if you hadn’t ended him.”
“I—”
“I would’ve had to watch you from afar…” He averts his dark gaze to the wall. “Knowing that you were fucking my brother. But that would’ve been okay if he were alive. I would’ve still protected you. You still would’ve meant something to me.”
“He didn’t want me,” I argue back. “He wanted the idea of me. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t want Judah to die.”
Torin pulls my body slightly from the door and slams it right into the unforgiving surface. My head slams into it next, but I welcome the pain because it reminds me of what’s happening and what I have to protect. “Shut the fuck up. Shut up.”
It’s then that it comes full force.
I can see it all in black and white, even those Torin’s eyes are what set it all off.
He looks just like him .
Those mocha-cinnamon mixed browns match his facial features and the boyish expression he always holds. That bad boy, would-fuck-you-to-sleep vibe.
“It’s the only way,” Judah whispers before his large palms and fingers tightly wrap around my throat. “I promise I’ll try to do it as quickly as possible.”
He was, at the time, the most attractive man I had ever met in my life. And what scares me the most is that I see the same emerging darkness roam into Torin’s eyes.
He wants to kill me.
Just like his brother wanted to.
“I didn’t want you to bleed,” he whispers, almost sounding sorry for what he’s about to do. His full weight digs my body into the soft dirty. His face becoming a faded picture in my vision. “I’m so sorry, Bay. Please know…please know how much you mean to me. I know it didn’t seem like it, I know I slutted around, but I thought it was for the best. I’ve wanted you since day one.”
“I’m sorry.” The two words come out choked as Torin’s ongoing glare beats and throttles me into a hurricane full of guilt. “He was trying to kill me.”
“I didn’t see that.”
“Judah,” I implore weakly.
Please stop.
“I’m sorry,” Judah says again. “Please…know how much, Bay.”
“See, what?” I ask, holding Torin’s heated browns.
“Him trying to hurt you. I saw the video, Bay. I saw and heard what you did. You took from me. You took my fucking brother. He was coming to get me. He was going to strip me away from Emilio.”
“Why’d you have to do that, Bay?” Judah cajoles, snatching up my left wrist and holding it over my head. I just headbutted him and he looks furious if he didn’t before. “Why does everyone not want me?”
I don’t care. He doesn’t either.
He wants to murder me in the middle of the woods and take me away from Dad and my sisters.
My knife appears, and that’s when all of Judah’s mercy disappears.
“You wanna kill me now?”
I flick the blade open and squeeze it tightly. “You wanted to kill me first.” His features distort, as if I’m the one that’s crazy here. “Just let me go, Judah. We’ll chalk this up as a bad ? —”
“Chalk it up?” he carps out incredulously. “No one pulls a knife or gun out and lives to tell about it.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Torin’s question yanks me from my past and into the present with him.
With the man I was beginning to trust and fall in love with.
“You have to believe me,” I practically please. “I wasn’t out there to kill Judah. He followed me?—”
“But you did.” Torin’s inner demon ramps up then, and he fucks me so hard I can’t grasp air. Not when his hand is over my throat and his cock is stretching me so quick and hard and hateful that he just wants to rip me apart and throw me away.
He’s never going to forgive me for this. I just lost him.
A tear escapes and hits the side of Torin’s hand, to which he removes it from my throat and licks it off with his tongue.
The action makes my pussy clench, and a broken sob to leave my lips.
“Even your tears taste amazing, baby,” he leers through slitted eyes. “And I’m going to enjoy tasting more from you by the time I’m done.”
“You’re not listening ,” I carp out. “I don’t know what video you saw, but it’s not the full story. It’s not?—”
“Fuck you ,” he spits out before slamming his hand into the door next to me. More hollowed-out impales of his cock and a need to release. “Don’t look at me. Look down.”
For some reason, I follow that order. Maybe it’s the contriteness or sadness I feel. That I somewhat forgot Judah after all these years.
That I never made Matteo pay for shooting him when maybe he could’ve been saved.
“Torin—” His pace picks up, demanding I shut the hell up so he can get out what he needs. It hurts, but I take it, because he’s in pain. I’m not sure if he believes me at all, or will believe me in the next few hours, but he’s a trainwreck waiting to happen.
“I took my brother’s girl. I fucked her and I liked it. I keep fucking her and I want it to hurt. Like she hurt me. Like she keeps hurting me. She will destroy everything I hold near and dear. She’ll tear my brothers and I apart. She will kill him…”
“Who—”
“Say another fucking word,” Torin bellows out in my face, “and I’ll take your ass, then your mouth, then your ass again until you can’t feel a part of you that I haven’t used.”
A sliver of irritability creeps up to my throat, but I hold it there.
This isn’t for me.
And I love him…I love him to take his anger out of me so he can get some relief. I am, after all, the reason his brother is dead.
Half of it anyway.
“You’re dead to me,” Torin leers, his breathing hitching and haggard. “You’re going to be dead to me when I’m finished with you, and I don’t need this. When I can’t take anymore of looking at you, I’ll kill you, Bay. I don’t give a fuck what last name you hold or who your real father is. You took my brother. You took my only safe haven…and it created this. No one… no one takes from me and lives about it.”
And just like that, he severed us.
He waged war.
He deliciously fucked me into a fight that I’m not sure I’m going to win.
Torin comes a moment later, leaving me feeling used and stabbed a few times. His feral growl only pricks at my skin as he takes from me, using my body to get his fill.
He wipes himself off with my sweats, and tucks himself back in, not bothering to say another word or issue one last threat.
Then he pries me from the door and dips out.