15. Cairo
FIFTEEN
cairo
She’s got me fucked up if she thought I forgot she ran away from me. That she was out without protection and could’ve been killed.
Then where does that fucking leave me?
Three grown-ass men who’d be devastated by her loss, and I’d be what I always am—the pillar holding everything and everyone together.
I don’t think I’m that strong.
Not only will they die a little inside from her death, but it’ll be another mess I’m not capable of picking up. I’ve grown attached to this brat and the reason why, in this particular moment, is how tightly she’s squeezing my cock and taking me like she was born to do it.
A reckoning that has changed everything we’ve ever known.
Except this woman is in serious need of a wake-up call through her sorrow and anguish over Wallace’s death. With each step she takes toward revenge, it’s one more away from us. Even with me railing inside her, demanding her submission to listen for one goddamn minute. I need her back to her normal, idiotic at times, self, but back to Reeve and Torin. For us to be this big fucked-up family Ozzy has always imagined up in his head.
She’ll need to step up as queen if Wallace leaves her South Shore.
“What should we do if you run away from me again, Little T?” I ask between each plunge. “I can’t not teach you a lesson.”
“Choke me so I can’t breathe while you fuck me.”
My balls draw taut at her words. The idea of doing just that and watching her writh and pant underneath me as I fuck her until I can’t see straight. Until I bust my entire load over her pretty cunt and mark her as mine.
To mind me.
I would.
If I didn’t think she was pregnant.
“You might enjoy that too much,” I digress behind her ear and place a soft kiss there against the harshness of my plunges. “And I’m trying to keep you from doing it to me again.”
Bay rotates her face, her cheek brushing my lips as those piercing blue eyes lock onto mine. “I need to do this, Sinatra.”
I know she does.
Betrayal is the biggest no-no in our world. I’m sure Torin would understand more. Now would be the perfect time for him to be present, and he nailed it when he said to keep a close eye on her.
I fucked up and underestimated the lengths Bay was willing to go and turned my eyes for two seconds to get Torin back home.
And those two are far from kissing and making up.
I’m one less guy in my corner to keep her in line. But I was hoping if I got him home and got a chance to tell her, she’d want to see him. Something about Torin and her is unmatched and insanely dangerous. But he can play-call her shots and has this uncanny way of calling out her actions before they happen.
Probably because he’d do the same fucking thing.
Has.
He threw Bay in the middle of the fucking Atlantic Ocean, and I didn’t protect her.
I didn’t protect her from Nessa.
Matteo.
Herself.
However, the idea of his homecoming and the fact she’d give a fuck flew out the window when I realized Wallace is the only man she’s thinking about. Which opens something in my brain I’m not entirely fond of.
“I understand the need for vengeance, Little T,” I reply flatly. “But what would you have told me if you died? If Nessa pulled that gun and shot you . If Matteo’s boys took you out?”
“That I’m sorry you and I didn’t have enough time of you bitching at me.”
My chest strains through the next exhale because it would be something like that. Something about how I would feel.
Torin and Reeve were able to spend more time with her when our worlds were, for lack of a better phrase, simpler. I tried to stay away, to stay grounded, but the inevitable did happen and there’s no going back to what things used to be before.
I landed exactly where I didn’t want to be.
Bay has seeped her way into my veins, and my shit doesn’t pump right without her shitty little remarks and the way she tries to run us.
Us—Torin, Reeve, Ozzy, and I.
She seemed to run Levi into a mental breakdown for the number of years they knew each other, but for my boys and I, she needs some grounding. A bit of discipline because, now that he's gone, so is her pillar. The driving force of her love for South Shore, the man who dragged her through the death of her father and knew exactly how to do it.
Reeve would never provide it. He loves her sassy and heedless.
Torin would fight her, but he’ll lose eventually because he’s always thinking with his dick.
Ozzy will stretch himself to make sure she’s happy, fumble with it, and then back off.
And that leaves it to me.
I’d bitch about it, but I can’t say I hate being the one who knocks her down a few pegs. If I can bring some sense into her brain, by doing just what I am now, I might be able to make her see reason.
I might be able to protect her.
I also might be able to see shit before it comes because I’ll be three steps ahead.
“You’re cared for here,” I mutter, closing my lips around the shell of her ear. “Do this shit to me again, and I’ll use you as my own personal toy for a week.”
She moans, and I’m not sure if it’s because I hit a spot or the thought of me fucking her like a doll.
Regardless, my balls clench as I inhale the scent of berries and soap in her hair and close my eyes. Reveling in how tightly her cunt squeezes me. I’m not going to be worth much here in a few minutes.
My digits splay over her stomach with my other hand, keeping her grounded for each propel of my hips. “Promise me, Little T. Give me some mental relief because you’re not giving me any physical.”
“You decided to fuck me.”
“Want me to stop?” She immediately shakes her head. “Then give me what I want.”
Her ass bounces noncommittally off my pelvis, taking me like the little champ she is, and my balls constrict with her fucking me back.
But I don’t miss that she hasn’t given me what I want.
What I need.
However, my dick couldn’t give a shit. My mind, though, won’t shut off.
Slowing down, Bay growls her displeasure and picks up her pace to get what she wants.
I should stop her.
I should put more pressure on her hearing and considering me, like she does the boys.
Like Wallace.
Despite the rational side of my brain and the vulnerabilities wanting to fight themselves out of my chest, I can’t seem to give a full shit.
Bay Astor takes what she wants.
And what she wants is to cream all over my cock.
“Nice and deep,” I praise, kneeling at a full stop because she’s doing a good enough job herself. “Does my good little South Shore slut want to come that bad?”
Bay pries herself from my chest, getting to her forearms and handing me over a view of her full ass on display for me.
With my cock deep inside her cunt as it appears and disappears.
“You’re a greedy little thing, Bay Astor.”
“And you like it, Cairo Black.”
Oh, I do.
My balls constrict at my new view. She’s gonna pay for each bad thought and idea that enters her pretty little head and the ones she hasn’t even conjured up yet.
But I can’t punish her right now when she’s riding me like she’s been fiending for it. I’m weak when it comes to her, and it’s a problem.
A really big one.
Bay moans, sucking me back into her orbit. Her body. Everything about her.
So, you lost your balls the moment her pussy wrapped around your dick?
Nice.
Nostrils flared, my fingers wrap in her hair as I guide her back to me. She comes with ease, but the different angle has me sliding deeper inside her.
“You have some things to do for me,” I cajole evenly, leaning in to run my lips against her neck. “You don’t come without it. But I will. And you know I will. You can fuck me like you want me, Little T, but I still remember what you did. And what you didn’t promise me.”
“Two weeks,” she pants, clutching to my forearm wrapped around her waist. “That’s all I’m giving you before I fuck him up myself.”
I run my nose along her jawline. “Then you’ll be a good girl for me?”
“I won’t seek him out.”
“And if he shows up?” I whisper, stopping right at the edge of her lips. “Then what?”
I feel her muscles tighten at the thought of not having the ability to take action because she vowed not to. It eats at her as much as it does me when she’s not within view at all times. When I don’t know if she’s escaped or has some wild plan forming in her head.
“I won’t…move.” The last word is forced from her lips, but I take it regardless.
She pledged her loyalty to me.
And, honestly, that’s all I need to sleep better at night and focus on him, not her.
“That’s my girl.” I gently press my lips to hers before she turns her head to receive more of me.
The kiss goes from sweet to starving within seconds. Just as quickly as she was to pull the trigger on Nessa. Just as fast as she hits the starting line at the beginning of the race.
My girl is fast, furious, and fucking mine.
My cock plunges hard and quick, jolting her body forward, but Bay keeps coming back, making sure our lips are always joined as I fuck her raw.
I can’t get enough of this, and I don’t want to. I found my fucking queen, and there isn’t anyone I wouldn’t kill to keep her with me.
Bay’s heavy pants against my mouth send me into a frenzy. I feel her need for release, her want for me, and I involuntarily bust my load inside her, grunting while specks of colors edge my vision.
Her name falls from my lips while I climax, and it triggers her orgasm—the little fuckin’ shit. Using my vulnerability to get off, I wouldn’t expect anything different.
Dropping us both on our sides, we bounce along the mattress, but I keep myself inside her because I like it and I want to.
There’s no real reason other than I’m obsessed with her, and she brings out the worst in me.
“Can you do something for me?” I ask evenly, holding her tight against me. “Just because you want to?”
She cranes her head over to me. “Why do I have a feeling you’re using my afterglow to your advantage, Sinatra?”
“I’m not.” I shake my head. “I just… I need to know.”
Bay frowns, her pretty pink cheeks flush from my just fucking her. “Know what?”
“Do you have to know it first?”
Her blue eyes study my face for a moment before she gives a slow shake of her head. “No…I’ll do it.”
My cock thickens and twitches at the admission, but I stay on the course I set out for. “I need you to take the pregnancy test for me.”
“Geezus Christ.” She attempts to rip herself from me, just like I knew she would, but I hold on tight. “I’m not pregnant.”
“I think you are.”
She stares at me, at first, like I’m crazy, but I don’t miss the recognition that dawns over her face either.
“Do it for me, and then I’ll forget you snuck out of the house and make you come all fucking night if you want me to. Do it for me, and I will have De Leon to you within a week. Just…do it for me, Little T. I need to know what I’m working with here.”
Bay glowers at me. “I’m not your fuckin’ charity case. And I’m definitely not going to be locked up if?—”
“I’ll buy you scallops and a shitload of seafood for dinner because I heard it’s one of your favorite things.”
Her face wrinkles as I see tears glisten in her eyes.
“I know you don’t want to. I know you have enough going on. But no matter what, nothing changes. You don’t ever have to admit it to me, sweetheart. I’ll die first before I rat you out.”
Her jaw tightens. “I don’t want to.”
“I know.” Kissing her forehead, I tip her chin up to look at me, holding on to those blues with my own. “I’m not leaving you for anything.”
“It’ll change everything.” Her voice is barely audible, but I still hear it and squeeze her closer to me.
She’s not wrong.
But I have this unyielding feeling in my gut something about her isn’t right. It’s different. She’s losing weight, and I thought it was stress. And I haven’t heard her complaining of a period and cramps, which was the second sign.
Her skin is flush all the time, as if her insides are doing double the work, and she looks exhausted. Ellie told me she’s complained a few times here and there about feeling nauseous, and I couldn’t shake the possibilities.
“Not with us,” I deadpan, running my index finger up her soaking clit. “And not with them.”
Tears linger in her eyes, on the verge of spilling. “They’re gone.”
“Not forever. This isn’t forever, Little T. But I need to know where you are, how you are, I need to know it all. And tomorrow, I’ll take you to the tattoo shop to get some more of your shit done for Levi.”
“You’d do that? Regardless?” I nod. “I want it finished.”
Not entirely sure if the dude who inked her is going to be able to do it because Wallace was stacked in the ink department, but money talks.
Maybe if I have two artists working on her, it might get done faster.
“Okay.”
Backing off the bed, I give her my hand to take so I can help her out and talk her into taking the pregnancy test.
Bay slowly takes it before getting to her feet, then plucks the pregnancy test from her bedside table.
She glances at the bedroom door and hesitates before ambling toward the bathroom and stopping right before she steps in.
“Will you order me some ice cream, too?”
“Whatever you want.”
“And—”
“Whatever you want, yes.”
A little smile graces her face, and I’m happy her shirt is long enough to cover her ass, but not at the same time.
If I wasn’t having her do something important, I’d be following in right after her and showing her exactly what I’d give her every day. I still have some pent-up anger brewing within me from the last several days, and I haven’t been able to release it all. I need to hit the gym or Bay’s pussy again.
Watching her inhale, Bay steps inside the bathroom and closes the door with a soft click.
My heart accelerates for the results when she’s no longer in my sight. This is the worst time for her to bring a baby into this world. I can’t fucking imagine how she’s going to react, but I’m waiting for a blood-curdling scream to echo off those bathroom walls any minute now.
Fuck, whose baby?
Obviously, Reeve’s or Torin’s, right? Amongst the unknown, depending on who you ask, she was fucking Wallace, too.
But I’m not so sure.
Regardless, there are so many unsettled problems amongst us as a whole, and they’re going to take some time to resolve. Plus, since De Leon is out here running around like a maniac, I can’t imagine she’s not on his list of shit to take out.
Especially since she just tried to take his life.
It sends nothing but dread and a bit of anxiety through my veins because there are a lot of ways she can get hurt, and I need to minimize the damage.
After what feels like an eternity, Bay slowly reappears inside her bedroom with the white stick in her hands.
Her blue eyes meet my dark ones, but I can’t read her. Zero emotion illuminates her face, and she uses every ticking second to test my patience.
“Well?” I press. “What did it say?”
In those blue orbs of hers, something transforms, and it looks like a woman about to burn the whole world to the ground.
Like I did something wrong.
“Just bury me next to Levi and kill me already.”