26. Cairo
TWENTY-SIX
cairo
The only thing hard is my cock.
Not the fact I gave in to Bay without another thought and the possible threats offered in the night.
We’re in Wharf Bay. I own this city, but it still didn’t stop me from thinking about that night in The Landings. Where Bay was almost gangbanged by the men in The Void. Every action I take these days is with her in mind.
It’s distracting.
And it’s not what a good king needs.
Nonetheless, my father has run this town with my mother at his side, and he’s never faltered. Their relationship is what romance books are made of. Their connection is undeniable. Three kids, an empire, and my father’s position has never fucked up what the two of them have.
It’s almost unobtainable in my eyes.
However, those things are being held hostage by Bay’s plump ass hovering over my bike seat. Her thick legs spread on either side, giving me exactly what I need. What I’ve been fucking craving from her for days.
She’s pregnant.
How hard can you fuck when she’s pregnant?
“Sit on my cock,” I order from behind her, even though I impatiently guide her by the hips anyway. Unholstering my gun, I stretch out my arm and hand it to her. “Anything that moves. No questions, I don’t give a fuck.”
A small chuckle rumbles from her chest as she plucks the Glock from my fingers. “I don’t think I could plead self-defense with that.”
“Shut up, Little T,” I breathe as her tight cunt wraps perfectly around my dick. “Ride me like you’ve been fiending for it.”
Her ass rises a bit, then slowly comes back down as she begins getting used to the position.
It can’t be comfortable.
Her thighs are going to burn in a minute from propping her heels on the foot pegs, and I’m teetering on the edge of taking her how I want or figuring out another way around this.
But she wanted to get fucked on this bike, didn’t she? I know shit-all about babies, pregnancies, and kids, but I’ve never heard of someone fucking a woman so hard they miscarried.
Or maybe they don’t fuck at all.
“Get comfortable,” I command, wrapping an arm around her waist. “And tell me if it’s too hard.”
Bay’s chest lays along the gas tank as that ass of hers perks up in the air for me again. I don’t know which one I like best—her thighs or these perfect globes of flesh.
Either way, they’re both mine tonight.
With both my feet planted firmly on the cement, I thrust up, earning a salacious little moan from Bay’s lips. She doesn’t listen to instructions, not to my surprise, and begins meeting me in the middle.
Our bodies coming together as we fuck, as my gaze remains firmly on the sight of me entering her and my cock disappearing in her glorious cunt.
This is what I needed.
This is all I want.
The thought of Vivian sucking me off in her bedroom only made my skin crawl. But my nerves come alive and burn for this woman. Everything about her drives me equally insane as it calms me.
She’s nothing I ever thought I’d see myself with, let alone protecting. It has nothing to do with her position in South Shore and everything to do with the notion that she fucks with me. She fights me. She pushes me to the brink of utter insanity.
It’s as maddening as it is addicting.
I royally fucked up when I let her in. When I started to give the slightest shit. It’s Torin and Reeve’s fault. And Ozzy’s when he decided to go rogue and marry her.
It got me deeper into this shit.
Yet, passing the buck doesn’t explain how I keep doing it when everyone else is in their own world, and I get her all to myself for the time being. Weeks ago, I would’ve been reveling in the prospect that none of my boys were spending any time with her. They were keeping as far away as possible.
But that’s another load of bullshit I could feed myself because if we’re being real, there was always a small piece of me that was intrigued.
Fully captivated and curious as fuck about why, how, and in what capacity she could hold all three of my brothers’ attention.
And even though it’s wrong, I’m not mad I’ve got her right here with no one around. I’ve said it a million times before, I knew she was going to be trouble. That she wasn’t going to be right to be within our small circle.
But this pussy is.
There is nothing like it in the whole world.
The way my imagination and hunger are reaching new heights is almost unimaginable. She clenches onto me like she was built to be mine, like my body was only meant to take and own her.
Bay doesn’t let up as she fucks me back. Her ass bounces every time her thighs hit mine. Her moans dance and sing through the night air with no one around and if they are, I’m past giving a fuck at this point.
Nothing compares to this.
I’m starting to realize why kings do everything in their power to protect their queens. There’s nothing, at this moment, I wouldn’t give Bay Astor as long as she remained faithful and unyielding.
It’s not even a question at this point. If I could even get an ounce of loyalty she showed Levi Wallace, I’m set for life. This woman is not easily bought or sold.
She’s just her.
“If you’re getting tired,” I start. “You can hold still while I?—”
“ Harder ,” she commands with a bit of ferocity to it. “I’m not a fragile doll, Sinatra. Fuck me.”
I tried.
I attempted to be the gentleman my mother tried to raise. I gave her the only out she was going to receive, and she didn’t take it.
I’m not one to give more than one chance.
Except to her.
But not when I’m deep inside her tight cunt and ready to fucking explode.
Propelling my body upward, I slam into Bay with the intensity of a man depraved. I am. Especially since I had to endure Vivian’s bullshit and the hell I’m going to get when she gets her hands on me again and tries to corner me.
Bay grips the back of my bike for purchase while the gun points to any motherfucker who dares near us.
I’ll leave that in her capable hands.
Right now, I binge in the way my body ignites and hums with each thrust. My balls constrict needily, wanting to finish, wanting to come.
I’ve never taken a woman raw before and it’s God’s fucking gift to man. Her warmth is something I wouldn’t get the full effect of with a condom. I would be shooting my load into latex over her womb.
Womb.
The fuck?
Never said that word in my life.
Never wanted to get a woman pregnant.
Never wished to fuck anyone without a rubber, and I only realized when we were at least two minutes in.
“Just like that, Little T,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “Take every single inch of me. Don’t push me out.”
She releases a heavy exhale, as if trying to hold on to her composure or maybe even pain at this angle, but my alpha male won’t have it any different. I want her full of me for as long as possible. I want her to ache between her legs tonight and think of me and how I fucked her so hard her muscles are sore.
All of it.
Every moment we share, I want it burned into her memory.
“You’re such a good girl,” I praise her flatly. “But only when you’re filled with my cock, right? That’s the only way you’re going to appease me?”
“Shut up,” she moans. “I promise, on my dad’s Nova, I will not move unless you tell me.”
My fingers curl into the roots of her hair and pull, forcing her back and into my chest with my dick still deep inside her. “Say it again, but louder this time. I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“I won’t move,” she says. “No solo acts. No running around. You’ll bring…Matteo to me.”
My lips wrap rewardingly around the column of her neck, sucking a bit to let her know I approve of those words, and they’re cemented into my memory. She knows I’ll hold her to this. That I’m reaching a line where I won’t let it slide anymore. I’ll have to break myself off because no one else is.
“On a silver platter,” I claim easily. “And you can do anything you want to him. He’ll be yours to torture, kill, throw over a cliff, I don’t care. But you stay alive.” She bobs her head in succession as she begins bouncing harder on my cock. “You’re perfect on my bike, Little T. Taking the word riding to a whole other level.”
“I love your cock,” she emits softly. “And that’s the only thing.”
Right.
I’m not the only one in denial here. Bay doesn’t like that I don’t simply fall for her shit and looks and give zero fucks to the wind. As much as she challenges me, I’m as much of a pain in the ass to her as she is me.
“You don’t like my mouth on you?” I solicit evenly. “My hands roaming down your ribs.” I do just that as I speak. “Right to your hips.” My fingers wrap snugly around her curves. “I guess I won’t touch your clit then.”
“You fucking blow balls, and I bet no other woman said she liked fucking you.”
“Vivian did.”
Her elbow rams unforgivingly into my side, and I earned that wave of pain without zero regrets. And I do so, also, with my teeth digging into the softness of her flesh on the nape of her neck.
“I’m sorry, was that too close to home?”
“You’re a piece of shit,” she clips out angrily. “And I’m tired of you.”
My cock thrusts deeper inside her, and I stop moving, trailing my fingers down her thighs and right between to that sweet spot I know she wants touched.
“Tell me something else you like about me,” I urge evenly. “It’s my looks, isn’t it?” Bay tries to roll her hips against me, but I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from moving. “My charm.”
“That’s a dime a dozen,” she claims. “I like it when you make me come.”
The pad of my index finger finds her soaking wet clit, and I begin drawing slow circles around it. “So it’s superficial, then? I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“You only like me for my looks and pussy. Which you’re denying right now.”
“I like to see you squirm a bit,” I mumble into her skin. “But I’ll admit, I can’t wait to feel you milk my cock, Little Terror. Everything about you turns me on as annoying and frustrating as that may be.”
“You don’t like me.”
I hum my indifference to that comment, but I don’t feed into her doubts the way I should. The way my brothers would. “What does that look like?”
“Stop torturing me,” she breathes. “Just—” I thrust upward a bit more, and she keels over, her breathing haggard and weighted with pleasure and impatience.
“If you were some random bitch I was fucking, we wouldn’t be talking,” I reply. “I would fuck you and kick you off my bike. I wouldn’t be negotiating with a fucking terrorist. There is nothing about you that’s easy. You make me want to throw myself down a flight of stairs every damn day of my life. You’re a liability I keep concerning myself with, so tell me I don’t like you now, Little T. And despite your answer, I’m still finishing because I want to and your body will make it happen whether you believe it or not.”
She doesn’t respond right away. It doesn’t cease my movements on her clit or rubbing her to completion if that’s what her body wants to do.
Bay isn’t a fucking idiot, in the sense that she can read people. She has to know this isn’t just to waste time. That there’s something about her that keeps me coming back for more.
I slowly rock into her, building back the momentum and keeping her on my bike for just a few seconds more. This won’t be the last time we do this. I think I’m going to make her a permanent fixture here.
“Where do you want me to come?” I whisper in her ear, earning a small shiver slithering up her spine and against my chest. “I’ll give you the option to show you I like you.”
Her hand grips onto my forearm to keep her balance as I earn more of her weight. Our breathing is shot. My balls are clenching painfully between my legs as they demand to stop this shit show and just come already.
But it’s less about the need to finish and lose myself in a few moments and everything to do with being on the same damn page.
“Inside me,” she finally whispers in a low and intoxicating tone that tells me everything I need to know.
Bay Astor wants me to own her pretty little body.
But that’s still not enough for me.
Regardless, why should I be remotely surprised? We both have trust issues up the ass. Letting people in doesn’t come easy to either of us. It took Torin forever to break down some of her defenses, but he was obsessed with her from day one. Reeve, too.
Me, I wasn’t mildly impressed, nor did I want to be bothered with her fucked-up little attitude. Especially since she’s the daughter of the man we were trying to get away from.
However, it wasn’t that way at all.
My hips slam into her ass as I work both of us into our allotted orgasms. The time for bullshit talk is over. Working my way into her head isn’t through talking but showing. It’s about being there when she needs it. It’s the fact she called me after Torin went rogue again tonight.
My lips clasp around her soft neck, and I suck vehemently. The sweet taste of her coats my tongue. All badass and stubborn. All humbled and toxic.
Bay Astor is South Shore. Technically, she’s home, but I’ve been away from the town for so long I’m not welcome there.
But I am here.
“You feel so goddamn good squeezing me like that, Little Terror. I’m going to come so deep inside you that you’re never going to deny again that you belong to me.”
Her head falls back, allowing me more access to the sensitive part of her body as I lick and kiss up and down it. Her soft ass hits my hips as we continue our ride , my cock begging for release to spill every ounce of cum I’ve saved for her into her tight cunt.
This is a slice of heaven by my standards. It’s in the dark but with a woman who knows what being there is like. In Wharf Bay, it’s safer. I might be slightly paranoid about someone coming up, but I’m king.
And she’s the soon-to-be queen of South Shore.
I don’t see Wallace leaving it to Juice or Hot Rod.
“Oh, fuck ,” Bay cries out, digging her nails into my forearm as her cunt clamps around my dick. She comes down harder on me, riding the orgasm to full completion as my balls threaten to follow.
But not yet.
Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I fuck her so hard my bike’s kickstand scrapes against the unforgiving concrete.
Bay groans, bending over a bit to catch her breath as I continue to ram into her. My tongue licks at her skin again, demanding my climax in tandem with hers. And as much as I would love for it to last longer, my body can’t hold out.
I come so hard, bright lights appear in my vision as I empty myself inside her. Bay grips me like a vise, and she did that fucking shit on purpose to coax out the best orgasm of my life.
It was.
She didn’t need to do that to win her blue ribbon.
Coming down is a trainwreck of breathing correctly and not wanting to leave the crook of Bay’s neck.
It means we have to go back to the problems facing us.
Emilio Wildes is dead and that’s not what worries me.
It’s his dog he had on a leash, one who’s about to roam the neighborhood looking for his next bite.