49. Reeve
FORTY-NINE
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I can’t get a hit of cocaine in this fucking town to save my life. All because Cairo put out a PSA to anyone who sold me some blow, that they’d get their heads blown off.
So, I went for the next best option.
Fucking.
Anything to click my brain off of being back in this fucking town, with these stupid-ass problems and her.
For a minute, I was getting used to the idea of Bay being pregnant, she was having something I wanted.
It wasn’t that I necessarily needed to have kids now, but it happened.
Then she lost it.
Like she lost me.
Teeth scrape needily against my cock, and I flinch back to my cold reality, flicking my irritated gaze down to some Forsaken Crew groupie who’s as bad as any bitch when your sole focus isn’t on them.
I scowl, thrusting my cock deeper down his throat for the childish antic. I didn’t promise to stare deep into his eyes while he sucked me off.
I simply said I needed it and thought it was perfectly clear.
Apparently, not.
I hear a succession of hammers suddenly being pulled back on guns, dispatching my attention around the room for the cause when I immediately find it.
Bay Astor.
And she came to play with me tonight.
In a simple white dress that hides all of her curves, it doesn’t stop my imagination. Her luminous blue eyes are already locked and loaded on me, and despite knowing I should feel shame, I feel nothing but annoyance.
Here we go the fuck again.
The asshole on his knees for me doesn’t let up for a second, not noticing the shift in the room, but why should he? He’s gay as fuck, pussy isn’t his go-to, and he’s never in his life, or past lives, experienced anyone like Bay Astor.
The Queen of South Shore.
My crew has their weapons pointed at her and the masked men she just strolled in with. As if this was her hang-out, and I’m intruding in the space.
However, it’s quite the opposite.
I’m in The Landings. A place she’s been warned to stay out of. But since Emilio’s gone, I guess the place does fall into her lap now.
Sighing, my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m not in the mood to say shit nor acknowledge her presence.
But she sure as hell takes in mine.
“Boys,” she greets, somewhat sweetly, but there’s still the hardcore badass bitch tone to it. “Go back to doing whatever it was you were doing. I’m here strictly on business.”
No one drops their shit.
Why would they? She’s an outsider and always has been. It doesn’t matter who her real father is; my crew has been bred and raised to hate South Shore.
And they’re currently in the room.
“I charge by the hour,” I surmise, steering my focus back to her. “If you wanna watch, you’ve got to pay.”
I expect a glower, but all Bay does is hold out her hand and receive a wad of cash instead from some burly motherfucker all tucked away behind a ski mask.
She just ruined my goddamn vibe and head.
The dude who was just sucking me off loosens his lips around my cock and looks over at the interruption.
“What the fuck do you want, McQueen?” I grind out evenly. “I’m not in the mood for you, and this isn’t your party. If you want to annoy someone, Cairo is out there with dozens of pretentious assholes who want in on his new crown.”
“Does that mean I still can’t pay to watch?” She steps deeper into the room, amongst my guys with their weapons still out, but no one makes a move except her. “I’m looking to take my mind off some things.”
Aren’t we both?
I give her an unimpressed glance, then thread my fingers through my new toy’s black hair, steering his lips back to my now semi-hard cock. “Throw the money on the pool table, and enjoy the show.”
If she wants to torture herself by watching me get head from some mindless blowjob, that’s on her. I didn’t ask her here. I didn’t set her up this time.
This is all her.
Period.
Bay tosses the bills along the red felt of the pool table, glazing her fingertips along the edge before propping her ass along it.
My little play toy is right in front of her, on his knees as he begins to pleasure me again.
Bay smiles.
I glower.
I have zero clue what the fuck she wants or what her plan is, but she’s pissing me off and now this is awkward as fuck.
“I know you’re not here for fun,” I hedge evenly. “And this isn’t the time for business.”
“Heard you were over here,” she muses smoothly, crossing her sexy legs. “Thought I’d come see what you were up to.”
“I’m busy.”
She nods toward the dude. “I see.” Very slowly, she pushes off the pool table and ambles toward me, her eyes locked on me like a trance only she can break. “I was hoping you’d let me in on it.”
My eyebrows clip together. “On what ?”
Her body stops when she’s within an inch of my side, careful not to touch the dude going down on me but up in my shit anyway.
She reaches out for me, fingertips brushing along my cheek, and I mindlessly flinch from her touch.
I’m not falling for this shit again.
I’m not falling into her again.
“What do you want from me, McQueen?” I leer through gritted teeth. “Like I said, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.”
Bay steals a look from her men, jerking her head slightly for them to get lost.
I don’t do the same.
They must do what she asks because she glances back at me, and I can’t help the shitty comment from leaving my lips. “You don’t want them to know all the dirty shit you like to do, McQueen?”
“Do you want me to bring them back in here?” she asks easily. “I was just saving some of your reputation.”
“ My reputation? You honestly think I give a fuck about what The Nameless think of me?”
“No. But I thought you’d want to keep your stamina under wraps with how quickly you blow your load.”
I scoff, breaking off our staring contest because if she came here to taunt me, she’s not going to win.
“I want you to kiss me,” she replies, blunt as fuck, causing my mouth to part off a retort, but before I can even tell her to go fuck off she tacks on, “I want to make you come.”
My brain instantly shuts down.
Every argument I had only seconds ago flees from my brain, replaced with the familiar lust thrumming deep and raw in my chest.
I want to know how she’d do it.
A million ideas come to mind. Thoughts of us fucking, and how she used to arch her body into mine for more, slam forcefully into the front of my mind. I can’t feud or dispute with that.
I’m always going to want her.
It doesn’t matter how pissed off I am or how we landed here…everything in me longs for Bay Astor. She’s a fucking plague I’m infected with and fiending for more.
More torture.
More knots in my gut.
More reckless and fucked up thoughts.
“I don’t think you have a right to ask me anything,” I vouch simply, still retaining her blue-filled gaze. “What makes you think I’d want you to play along?”
“Because you love me,” she replies confidently, without blinking. “And I bet you’ve been wanting to punish me.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Bay lifts her shoulders off my direct response, then stubbornly crosses her arms along her chest and slowly circles around my body. “Your orgasm. You can do whatever you want.”
She’s at my back, and I can feel her exploration of my body lick up my spine. For a moment, I feel like prey, caught in her web of need and control.
However, I don’t move, trying to get into my blowjob and how Bay hasn’t punched me in the back of my head yet.
“Does he feel good?” she mutters, sounding a bit closer, but I can’t see her. “Does he do that thing where he hits the back of his throat and gags a little?”
She did.
My jaw tics through the recollection, but I refuse to lash out.
Instead, the dude blowing me pops off my cock and says, “Do you mind not narrating what the hell I’m doing—” He stops when Bay’s fingers lace through his hair, brushing lightly against mine, but they don’t stay there.
No, she bends over to get eye-level with my current distraction and bestows a good view of her ass in hernot-so-innocent dress.
“I’m only helpin’ you out,” she croons sweetly, guiding his mouth back to my length. “Now, put those skills to work like a good boy, and I’ll throw in a good word for you about how good you suck.”
I don’t care that the guy who agreed to do this is getting semi-bullied into complying. My focus is too enamored with the curve of her ass and the narrow cut to her hips from losing a bit of weight.
My eyes instinctively skate to her stomach, causing mine to drop.
She lost the baby. It’s not there anymore.
Bay straightens her spine before my mind can go there, and her fingers shove roughly into the back pocket of my jeans. “Some more money for your time. And for what I’m about to do to you.”
My expression skews from her vague-ass comment, realizing the sheer pettiness of her actions before Bay Astor is up in my fucking face, and her mouth is crashing possessively into mine.
Her lips are as soft as I remember, and my body has zero problem connecting the dots that once were us.
Bay’s tongue slides easily between my lips, catching me off guard and building the desire that only courses through me for her .
It’s hot and mindless. My forearm wraps around her waist to pull her closer while her face dips, and her mouth attacks the column of my neck.
With the combination of my cock being sucked and Bay Astor at my throat, I’m rock hard again without the need to get into the moment.
I’m already there.
Bay’s mouth on me—anywhere—is an addiction there’s no cure for. There’s no rehab for my emotions, the way she makes me feel. I always knew I wanted to get lost in this woman, but I didn’t think I’d have to sell my soul to do it.
I’m not sure when in the process it happened.
I just know I’m entirely fucked.
“Are you going to come down his throat?” she whispers in this guttural tone hinting she’s turned on. “Are you going to give him all your cum?”
“Or you,” I emit, grabbing her ass and leading her even closer. “Which one do you want it to be?”
Bay jumps, clasping her thighs around my waist, and the guy beneath me growls in annoyance. She must’ve hit him, but she continues lapping at my neck and drawing out my orgasm.
“I want to see what it looks like,” she mutters along my skin. “When there’s two of us working the tension from your body.”
“I didn’t know you liked to share.” I can feel her lips coil into a smile when I grind out, “McQueen…”
If there’s anything Bay knows how to do it’s reading what I want.
What I need.
Her mouth returns to mine, and we battle out who's going to have the upper hand and who’s going to be left panting the hardest.
If she wasn’t so goddamn soft and perfect in my arms, I’d drop her on the dude fondling my balls. If it were anyone else who came in here and interrupted, they wouldn’t be here anymore.
Bay licks at my tongue, teasing me in ways she knows will drive me insane before coming back and kissing me like she owns me.
Like she knows she owns me.
It’s a hard reality for me to swallow, but I have no problem devouring her lips, and any moment we’re in like this.
It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
It’s just the aftermath that rears its ugly head and reminds me of the real deal. The way we are.
Everything.
“I miss you,” she whispers against my lips, not bothering for an answer when she kisses me harder. “I miss everything about you.”
I miss you, too, McQueen .
But my pride won’t go there.
It doesn’t matter she’s making me feel good with the guy below her really putting in his A-game. I’m not going to deny what she’s doing to me doesn’t feel better, even if it’s just a makeout session with her thighs wrapped tightly around me.
I might wish they were clamped around my face, but this doesn’t change anything.
My cock is deepthroated in the next second, forming a needy moan from my lips Bay instantly feeds on.
She becomes my wet dream when she kisses me like her life depends on it. When her fingers lace through my hair to keep me close and grounded.
When all my thoughts are strictly consumed with her .
“Let go for me,” she mutters softly. “I want to hear it.”
I’m so close that I thrust my hips into the guy as my palms squeeze Bay’s ass again. My body acts as though my dick is entering her and not the plaything on his knees for me.
A small whimper results from Bay’s throat, and it’s all I need to trigger my release.
I grunt in succession to her lips and his on me, unloading my cum down his throat while I kiss Bay with a fervor that will get me every single drop of pleasure from this experience.
Bay gives me everything she’s got. Her tongue lashing against mine. Her little cunt grinding into my stomach as she latches on as tightly as she can.
My knees shake a bit, holding on to her and from the powerful orgasm that just ripped through my body.
Bay gives me this sweet and sensual kiss before her legs unwrap around my frame and disappear from where I want her to stay.
Like this.
A snap of fingers cracks my eyelids open, finding Bay standing in front of me with her sole attention to my left, and I’m in such a daze, I don’t know what the fuck is happening here.
Don’t particularly care.
“You,” she orders directly as I catch the flush of pink on her cheeks making her even prettier. “What’s your name?”
Silence before a male voice says, “Devin.”
“Devin, would you be so kind as to remove this man from the room? He needs a glass of water and a beer. Also, pay him for his services.”
Pay him?
Boots in the hardwood floor of the room, and Devin—a motherfucker on my crew—plucks my plaything off the ground.
“What the fuck?” I stew, feeling a bit foolish and irritated she turned her shit off that quickly.
“Thanks, Devin,” she says, ignoring me like the little shit she is before my fingers clasp tightly around her bicep, getting her immediate attention.
“This isn’t South Shore . What are you fucking doing?”
“Taking care of your guy.”
My fingers loosen a bit, but I don’t release her from my hold.
No, she’s up to something deep. I can see it in her blue eyes and the way she tenses slightly.
“He doesn’t need your help,” I retort evenly, but it doesn’t stop Devin from guiding the guy out of the room, nor do I stop him.
He did what he needed to do, and now I’m done with him.
“Do you mind sending your guys out?” Bay asks. “I wanted to?—”
“ No ,” I clip out. “You think I’m going to leave myself alone in a room with you?”
“Why not?” she hedges innocently, but I wasn’t born yesterday, and I know she has a trick up her sleeve. “Never mind.” She waves a dismissive hand in the air before it slams across the side of my face so hard I feel it everywhere.
The aftermath of my orgasm is gone.
Bay Astor and I are exactly where we left off.
And I’m stupid as fuck for letting her in.
For getting me off .
“You look upset,” she mutters ever-so-softly, completely contrasting to how hard she just fucking hit me. “I just lost our baby, and you’re over here getting sucked off like a fuckin’ whore who can’t get his emotions in check. Consider this my last and final warning, Reeve.” She steps up, but I don’t turn my face to meet the harrowing stare I know waits for me. “I’m starting to get stressed out again. And bad shit happens when I’ve reached the end of my rope.”
I scoff at her threat and crane my focus to her. “You think I really give a fuck?”
“All I hear is talk,” she retorts tersely. “Show me.”
I gesture with my hand for her to have at it. “Bobby, c’mere.”
He’s tall, built, red hair, and has something different than what she’s used to. If she wants to replace me with him, she can test the shit out.
I’m not her bitch anymore.
“Kiss her,” I order, not bothering to look athis expression or lack of enthusiasm.
I don’t get the latter.
Bobby, the fucking prick, closes the distance between them, but he doesn’t make the move.
Nor does Bay.
Until something must pass between my eyes before she smirks and rises onto her toes to reach Bobby’s mouth.
The kiss—if you want to call it that—is slow, just like a normal first kiss. I watch them explore each other before he slides his tongue between her lips, and Bay immediately opens for him.
I fully expect my cock to soften, but it doesn’t. I immediately want to punch Bobby in the face and sink my dick so deep into Bay she’ll never think of waltzing in here and threatening me again.
Clenching my fists, I impatiently wait for their shit to end, but it doesn’t before I clear my throat and regain Bobby’s fucking loyalty.
I’m going to have this prick killed if he ever listens to me again.
Bay’s tongue darts out to taste the rest of Bobby, and I realize he just removed me off her lips.
That she doesn’t taste me anymore.
“Anything else?” I counter haughtily because she’s not going to do that again.
“Nah,” she replies, almost hypnotically. “I think I’m good now. Thanks, Reevie.”
And then she rounds his body and sees herself out of the room.
I need better security.
And a new fucking obsession.