32. Bay
THIRTY-TWO
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CAIRO: Meet me at our spot.
BAY: We have a spot?
CAIRO: We do. My bike is parked outside my coffee shop. It’s the safest spot.
BAY: Is our spot the bike or the shop?
CAIRO: You know exactly which one is our spot, Little T. And I never pegged you for clueless.
BAY: I come with a lot of baggage, AKA The Nameless.
CAIRO: I know a little trick for that.
And he did.
When I arrived at Cairo’s place of business, his bike was parked in the alley in the back. He instructed me on what to say to my newly found fan club—stand around the edges so we could talk privately—and Cairo wasted no time hopping on his bike and lifting the little skirt I had on.
The one I purposely wore today for his pleasure.
I’m straddling him, my thighs wrapped around his waist with my feet dangling over the side of the black crotch rocket, as Cairo’s thick cock is buried deep inside me.
Every time I answer him, he gives me a nice little rock of his hips to fill me more.
There’s no way the guys standing yards away with their backs to me don’t know we’re fucking.
Even if I keep my voice slightly calm and collected, there’s still a blatant neediness to my tone.
“Did you eat the fresh fruit I had brought to you?”
I fight the need to roll my eyes because the basket came with a note that said to eat at least two pieces a day with a shitload of chocolates and a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
I’m so ignorant when it comes to chivalrous shit that I downloaded an app to tell me what they were.
I’ve never gotten flowers before, except from Dad when I graduated high school. Levi bought me cheeseburgers and car parts. And since then, I’ve never seen the point of receiving anything else.
But the peonies, baby’s breath, and dahlias were gorgeous, and I immediately put them on display like a girl with a hardcore crush on a guy who’s courting her.
That’s not what this is, though.
However, it didn’t stop me from eyeballing them every chance I got.
“Is that why you wanted to meet?” I solicit evenly. “You wanna make sure I ate your present?”
Cairo slowly drives inside me, withdrawing just as slowly before he comes back for more.
And more.
It’s like he almost forgot what I asked before he leans forward and captures my lips with his muttering, “No.”
His tongue delves between my lips hungrily, picking up his pace as he carries my weight in his lap and uses the position to his advantage.
I’m wide open for him to take me however he wants, and I like it.
I’m absolutely in dire need of it. I’ve been craving the orgasms he can give me like he did the other day.
“I wanna make an alliance,” Cairo whispers softly. “I want it for real this time. You and me together…we can’t be fucked with.”
He’s not wrong.
And I can’t say I haven’t thought the same since this whole Titan seat debacle.
“What does the alliance entail?” I seek, pressing my lips together to stop a sudden moan from leaving my lips.
“Protection. The opening of borders?—”
“How sudden would that happen? I’m with a bunch of men who don’t like you.”
“Make them like me,” he orders before one of his hands falls between my spread legs, right on my swollen clit. “You like me, don’t you, Little T?”
Fuck him and the vulnerable shit he wants me to dip my toe in.
“You’re alright,” I acknowledge simply. “But what else?”
“What do you want?” His lips lightly brush against mine again. “Do you want this?” His hips begin to rock against me as he leans near my ear. “Do you want me to be at your beck and call to make you come? Drop what I’m doing so I can come fuck this tight pussy into oblivion?”
“Is that something on the table?”
“It definitely can be.”
Sold.
“What else?”
His fingers circle my wet core, and it’s getting hard to focus and not start moaning like a slut getting fucked in an alley. “There’s not much to it. You align with me and Wharf Bay and you’re never alone. You need help, I’m there, and vice versa. If Ramsey starts his shit?—”
“Is he?”
Cairo presses a kiss on my cheek. The tantalizing brush of his stubble grazing across my cheek in a silent stance that says he’s not scared or overly worried. “I’m not counting him out. However, I’m not going to take the chance either.”
“With you comes Reeve and Torin?—”
“So?” He pulls back a little to look directly at me. His dark eyes are void of how that’d be a problem for me. “Are you saying you’d have it a different way?”
No.
However, it’s still complicated.
I shake my head, unable to give him those words verbally, but Cairo lets me have it.
“Then it’s agreed?” he presses evenly. “We’re together?”
I meet his dark brown eyes, my mind instantly going to something else entirely.
“Together,” as in, we’re together. He’s mine, I’m his.
He can’t mean that.
“I accept your offer,” I say, clutching his shoulders as he seats himself deep inside me and waits. “We have an alliance, good sir.”
“And what about the other part?”
“What other part?”
His lips curl into a mocking smirk. “Oh, Little T…”
Palms land firmly on my hips, Cairo thrusts hard and deep, making the machine underneath us shift.
He must be pretty confident it’s not going to tip over because he keeps fucking me like I belong to him.
Like this is how it’s always going to be.
Never in a million years did I think Cairo Black would be exactly where he is now with me. There are so many damn things I would’ve bet on first, but I can’t say I’m hating it.
In fact, I’m currently in heaven with the way he’s filling me up and giving me more.
Placing my feet on the back pegs, I try my best to meet him thrust for thrust, but he has the higher ground. I can’t help but move to get more of him.
Cairo’s growls and small grunts only fuel me more.
Fuck my burning thighs, I would fuck this man any time of the week, in any condition with anything going on.
I can’t help it.
I’m slowly becoming addicted.
Cairo doesn’t sugarcoat shit, but he’s thoughtful. And the fact he’s supposed to be so powerful, I may have not seen it yet, but I don’t need to.
It’s the fact he broke down for me, which is the sexiest part.
And vice versa.
I’ve tried my hardest to get him to fuck all the way off me, but there’s an undeniable attraction here. Torin and I may have gone at each other all the time, pressing buttons and getting the other to lose their entire shit, but Cairo doesn’t really lose his shit.
He glowers.
Then glowers some more.
And when I’ve really pushed him over the edge, he illuminates some of the Titan power on me and reminds me exactly who he is.
“Why haven’t you done your coronation yet?” I blurt out mid-thought, fully aware this probably isn’t the best time.
My lips open again, but he cuts me off with, “Ask me your twenty-one questions later. I want to see if you can handle not screaming my name when you come.”
I roll my eyes. “I can manage.”
“Good.” His pace on my clit heightens. “Then I won’t hold back so much, then.”
Wait, he was holding back?
Bullshit.
I wouldn’t believe him for a second if he didn’t amp up his game.
Cairo gives zero fucks at anything happening underneath us because he’s so fucking deep inside me that a small squeal leaves my lips and Cairo’s eyes narrow on me.
“If you want your boys to hear, that’s fine with me,” he vouches. “But if you don’t, I highly suggest you cover your mouth, Little T.”
I immediately follow his instruction, palms over my lips, as he grinds into me over and over again.
My pussy clenches, earning another animalist grunt from the man currently taking over my body, and I take glory in the moment.
This is everything I need right now.
Cairo has a way of holding onto my brain with both hands and demanding my full attention. He’s like the antidote for not feeling so damn hopeless all the time.
“Fuck,” he leers. “I’m going to come.”
God, it’s the way he says it that turns me on even more.
“Do it,” I mutter as I ease up on my hand. “Nice and deep, Sinatra.”
A few more charges of his cock, and I feel him twitch inside of me. His deep groan of release fills my ears as he continues rubbing at my clit and plunging himself as deep as he can go to make sure I take every last drop.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Take me.”
Oh shit.
My own orgasm triggers as my palm tightens around my lips to keep any sounds from leaving.
Cairo smirks, guiding the hand on my hip to keep riding him even after I’m done.
And with one last propel of his hips, he pulls me closer until we’re chest to chest with his dick still deep inside me.
“Are we on the same page now, Little T?” he solicits evenly. “Or do I need to do it again?”
I think he’s referring to being together, but I’m not entirely sure I’m on that same chapter.
However, I don’t want to look dense as hell for asking him straight out.
I just ride the wave of the aftermath of what we’ve just done.
“I look forward to calling you to drop everything you’re doing and come fuck me.”
“We’re a team now,” he says. “And you’re also mine. Whatever you need, you need only ask. However, I know how much of a prideful prick you are. So, do me a favor and try. It doesn’t make you weak for needing help.”
“And you’ll do the same?”
“I have to. You’re the Queen of South Shore.” His fingers leave my clit, and I mindlessly groan in displeasure, causing a smile to curl his lips. Then his digits disappear between his lips as he sucks me off. “And you taste delicious.”
I inhale, trying to keep my horny ass on a leash. "Are you going to let me come to your coronation?”
“Haven’t forgotten about that, huh? I should’ve fucked you harder.”
“What’s your hold up?”
He lifts his shoulders. “I like having my father around. The boys are…” He doesn’t have to expand on the thought. The guys are fucked because of me. I did all this.
“I made your life harder,” I manage to get out. “However, you can’t hide behind your father forever.”
“Like you did Wallace?”
I give him a half-cocked glower. “I wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“We can’t always plan shit, Little T. And that shouldn’t have happened. However…whatever you need, I got you. When is your coronation?”
My nose wrinkles. “This is so stupid.”
“I’m not not going to yours,” he retorts. “So?—”
“I wouldn’t want you not to be. However, we need to look like we have our heads on straight and you’re not obsessed with me just yet.”
Cairo looks heavenward. “Right…because I’m over here drooling over the prospect of?—”
“You just said you’d come over and fuck me whenever I wanted. Sounds pretty enamored to me.”
“Mhm.” He leans forward and steals a chastise kiss, then another, before his tongue parts my lips, and he mutters, “Maybe you’re right.”
I pull back a bit to look at him. “Wha— Say that again. ”
“Number one pet peeve, Little T,” he replies flatly, chasing my lips. “I hate repeating myself.”
I smile when he kisses me again. “Awww, and here I thought you’d like it when I repeat how much I love your cock, Sinatra. However, if we’re going to play that game?—”
“Stop fucking with me,” he lightly chides, sliding his tongue once in my mouth. “I was going to give you a surprise.”
My face skews up again. “I hate surprises. Unless it’s cheeseburgers and car parts.”
“I think you’ll like this one.”
“What is it?”
“Kiss me, and I’ll give it to you.”
I don’t do what he says. Apparently, I’m on a limit of how many orders I’ll take from this man.
“Unless you’d like to wait…”
I press my lips into his firmly, biting down gently on his bottom one before pulling away and looking into his dark eyes that now look a bit foggy from lust.
“I won’t bitch about how fake that was to get what you want,” he emits softly. “But I won’t let it slide again.”
“C’mon, old man,” I press impatiently, gripping tightly onto his shirt. “What’s my surprise? Do you have Matteo on that silver platter for me like you promised?”
“Not yet. But I did get you something else.”
“What?”
“Reeve.” My stomach instantly drops to my ass. “Ozzy found him. He’s back.”