56. Reeve
FIFTY-SIX
reeve
She doesn’t know what she does to me.
It doesn’t matter how much I try to forget it. Or how many times I tell myself with time shit will get easier.
It’s harder when your brothers are all fucking the same girl and you want to play. When you see Levi Wallace fucking the woman you’ve always wanted, it makes you want to yank her out of his hold and put it under lock and key.
That’s what this is.
Or that’s what I’ve been telling myself while her hot cunt is right above my dick and ready to fully get fucked.
It’s a good thing I was the one to find Bay and Wallace, because Torin and Cairo would’ve lost their entire shit over the fact.
However, I can’t seem to give a shit when I know she got to experience something I never will.
I can’t blame her for fucking him.
If I could get the motherfucker to turn, I’d ride his dick, too.
Nonetheless, I can’t wrap my head around what this truly is or why I decided to come. It started with the intention of telling her to fuck off me, but that quickly turned into possession and Bay up against the fridge. Levi is fine and dandy, sexy as fuck and alive , but he’s not about to waltz in and start calling dibs.
Bay needs to remember that.
And I’m not warning her again to stop me.
“How hard?” I ask, clutching my cock and stroking it against her clit to keep the new high—the only one Cairo would approve of, strumming through my body.
She arches her body slightly, testing my patience that I’ve held on this long. “I never agreed.”
But she didn’t deny me, either.
Hard.
Dirty.
Slow.
We can get each other off just by staring into each other’s eyes because regardless of the many times I wished this shit would go away, there’s a deep part of me that wants to literally drown in her. Our connection is undeniable, straight from either a toxic romance novel or a deeply disturbed love song.
Either way, my body and brain aren’t giving her up any time soon.
“You didn’t need to,” I mutter. “Your body does it all for you.”
“Fuck you,” she sneers.
“Oh, McQueen”—I rub my cock along her clit—“you don’t know how much I want to.”
My lips find hers in a slow, innocent-ass kiss that has me reeling to take more.
To demand more.
I could take her right the fuck now and not give two shits about it.
However, I can’t say I don’t love it when she’s fiending for me. When she can’t help herself. When we’re both on the brink of fucking breaking and giving up the little tiff we’ve had.
Well, more like a big one, on my end.
Yet, I meant what I said.
She’s goals.
She’s the precipice of a high I can’t buy, borrow, or steal.
She’s Bay Astor.
And she’s as much a curse as she is a damn blessing.
I can feel her barely move against me at first, but she’s quickly losing that fight. It’s the issue with being too prideful. A burden she bears because fuck pride, when you can just have what you want.
My cock rubs against her wet slit, coaxing that tongue of hers to give me the green light. To show me she’s given up and to let me in.
A soft whimper escapes her throat, prompting all dirty thoughts in my head. My dick finally inside. Her moans filling my ears and squeezing me to orgasm.
I could do this shit all day.
When are you going to give up, baby?
My lips coil a bit at the thought, lapping again at her mouth, showing my stamina in other ways than my fucking abilities.
It’s within that thought Bay’s tongue slides between my lips, and it’s game on.
The tip of my cock finds her entrance with ease, and that’s when I lose all control.
I’m entering her with a quick thrust and eliciting a mixed moan between Bay and me. There isn’t an inch of space between us as I begin pumping inside her. The memory and reality blend into shards of how obsessed I used to be with her and how, despite the shit that’s gone down, I still want her with my child.
Reality rears its ugly head reminding me she’s not pregnant anymore, and I thrust deeper, earning a sharp gasp from Bay. I may have hurt her, but the thought of De Leon kicking our child to death is something I have to live with for the rest of my life.
I was going to be a dad.
I had Bay Astor pregnant.
She was never going to be free of me.
“Harder.”
Fuck. Me.
This woman knows exactly how to get under my skin, and I’m supposed to have the upper hand here. My lips collide with hers in a flurry of hunger, tongue, and heavy breathing as her ass bangs against the refrigerator.
A cereal box or something falls to the wayside above, but neither one of us cares. The house is quiet except for our grunts and moans. The sloppy kiss turns into a full makeout session, and my balls clench in unadulterated pleasure and need.
No one else has ever felt like this.
It doesn’t compare to the mindless fucks or dozens of blowjobs I’ve gotten in the last few weeks.
And, yes, cool your fuckin’ jets. I’m clean, wore condoms, and washed my dick with an antibacterial wipe afterward.
Whether that was before or after I passed the fuck out.
However, I love the fact Bay hasn’t questioned where my dick has been. Her trust is almost as equally annoying as her impatience for me to be inside her again.
I don’t know if I should kiss her harder or bitch at her for being so damn reckless all the fucking time.
“Right there,” Bay mutters against my lips, her voice breathy and utterly intoxicating. “Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t if I tried.
She has that damn effect on me, and there’s no point in me trying to deny it. Not only would it be a waste of time, but I’m too damn sober to convince myself otherwise.
My withdrawals are still fleeting, more so than not, but this right here is something I can lose myself in, and the aftermath is exactly the same. Me on some galaxy-ridden high that sends me star-trekking through space, time, and sometimes reality.
I just wish I could get rid of some of the paranoia that warns me from walking down the same path I did with her before.
Losing myself again on blow, the trips and random people, I barely survived her the first time.
I won’t again.
“Come on my dick,” I order gruffly, squeezing her ass for added effect. “And you’re going to invite me to sleep over so I can get my fix.”
“Levi is here.”
“There’s room for that big fucker if he wants in.” I lick at her mouth teasingly. “However, I don’t think he can handle both of us.”
A small chuckle rumbles from her chest, and it sends another wave of lust coursing through my veins. “Be nice.”
“Fuck him.”
“I already did.”
I propel deeper inside her, not appreciating the reminder.
Not that it lasts long.
Like I said, I can’t blame Bay for breaking off a piece of Wallace for herself. I’ll just have to live vicariously through her since he’s too straight to have any fun.
“You can keep reminding me, McQueen,” I emit smoothly. “I’m just going to take that as you wanting me to fuck you.”
I love that she knows what she’s doing, and I’m a fucking sucker to play along and take the bait.
“He doesn’t do it like I do, does he?”
It’s not a safe question. I’m not built like Wallace, but I bet my dick is bigger.
Steroid-pushin’ ass.
“You really wanna know the answer to that question when you’re fucking me?”
Not really.
But I asked it, didn’t I?
“You’re not going to hurt my feelings,” I reply, a glutton for punishment, apparently. “I have no doubt he brings shit to the table, McQueen.”
“You’re not wrong.”
I love the honesty.
I hate the way it spikes my suspicions.
That I could’ve been replaced—which doesn’t fucking make any sense because there’s obviously room.
“You’re doubting yourself,” she lightly accuses me. “Don’t tell me you lost some confidence on your fucking ability.”
“I haven’t,” I snip back. “You obviously need the reminder.”
She lifts her shoulders dismissively. “You tell me.”
Obviously.
My lips coil like a moron. “I could tell you a lot of things, but you don’t listen.”
She gently bites down on my lower lip and then sucks at my flesh until it falls from her mouth. “Then make me listen next time.”
My hips move faster on their own. The ferocity of need that pushes through every nerve cell in my body demands to cement that into the universe.
Pleasure vibrates in my veins as I pick up my pace. Bay’s thighs clench tighter around my waist as I fuck her harder, wanting another round before we finish the first.
My breaths are more like pants; my stamina is about to hit an all-time low—fuckin’ withdrawals can suck my ass because it’s been too long since I’ve done this, but Bay’s perfect cunt seizes around my length, and we both break apart like our bodies can’t take another minute of the wait.
Our foreheads press together as Bay groans and moans around me, causing another spurt of cum to shoot from my cock somewhere deep inside her.
I shouldn’t be doing this shit.
She just miscarried, and fuck knows she’s probably not supposed to be fucking, but…I guess the trend is that none of us sex-craved assholes seem to care.
Bay’s lips meet mine again for a slow and torturous kiss before a male throat clears, but neither one of us jumps at it.
I think both of us were expecting it.
“ Stanton ,” Wallace grinds out, doing nothing to make me cower back in fear but actual amusement. “Why the fuck do you have my girl against an appliance right now?”
“I could’ve asked you the same thing,” I muse, forcing myself to pull away from Bay’s perfect lips and look over to the muscle mania man himself. Wallace is in a tight white tee, black jeans, and motherfucker is just dripping sex appeal. Straight as fuck sex appeal. “Why was my girl bent over the front end of the Nova?”
Levi stares blankly. “You think I’m going to answer you while you’re in my town with what’s been mine longer than you knew she existed?”
“I think you’ve got it fucked up.” I slowly let Bay down, stepping between Levi’s view so she can get herself right while I go head-to-head with the so-called dead King of South Shore. “It took you, what, two decades to make a move?” I cock my head to the side. “Aren’t you dead?”
I knew, as of last night, he was alive. His reasoning, according to Cairo, is to be the wild card. And right now, he is.
It’s not the greatest move. Ramsey called Bay out for The Landings Titan seat. Matteo is armless and probably whining like a bitch because of Ozzy. Torin is on a manhunt for both assholes.
And Wallace and I are too busy fucking Bay.
Right after each other.
I could get used to this.
“Wanna join me?”
“Where?”
Levi doesn’t answer, and I can’t help but just fuck with this prick.
“I’ll need a few minutes, big man. I’m a bit spent right now.”
He steps deeper into the kitchen, his light green eyes murderous. “Make one more fucking crack about Astor, Stanton, and I’ll throw you into my makeshift grave.”
“You don’t need to be violent about it. I’m offering you a place. Honestly, you’re in luck. I think you’re the only South Shore fuck I’d allow to play.”
“I wasn’t looking for your permission.”
“Well, you’ve got it anyway. Welcome to the club.”
“I’m not part of your club. ”
“You’re really fuckin’ sexy when you’re pissed, Wallace. You’re not doing yourself any fucking favors.”
“Reeve…” Bay warns behind me, but she doesn’t need to. I know how hard to push Wallace and when to take cover.
“Put your small dick away,” Wallace announces, making me remember that I’m full frontal in front of him. “And I don’t need to state the obvious, do I?”
That he’s alive.
That he’s a player.
That’s he’s in this with us.
“We need to talk,” I reply, tucking my cock back into my jeans because we do. We’re all on the same mission now—always have been, and if Wallace has plans, we need to know them. “All of us. I don’t know what kind of surprise attacks you have planned, but we have other problems.”
“I think you have enough to worry about.” He crosses his bulky arms along his equally large chest. “You go see your dad yet?”
This bitch.
I step forward without thinking about it—to do what, I’m not sure—but Bay’s fingers lightly wrap around my forearm.
No.
I haven’t seen my long-lost father yet.
You can call it whatever you want—being a pussy, a fucking twat for not running to him the moment Oz said he wasn’t dead, but I can’t seem to bring myself that far back to the past.
Through that kind of torment.
He’s sedated most of the time. Per Cairo, he’s terrified and mumbles. No clear words, and I don’t know what to do about it.
It didn’t come in my Forsaken Crew handbook.
“Let’s order a pizza,” Bay suggests, slowly running her thumb up and down my lower back. “And…we’ll talk civilly about what’s next.”
“Tell the grump to wash his damn hands,” I grind out. “I’ll call the guys.”
Levi’s eyes fall to Bay before he jerks his head for her to come closer. She does without question, leaving me for him, and I don’t know if I should get pissed off by it or be intrigued as hell.
He lifts her chin with the crook of one dirty finger and bends over, hovering his lips over hers. “The usual?”
She bobs her head, appearing transfixed by him and his next move, but he’s a fucking tease if I ever saw one.
He releases her and sends me a smart-ass little smirk before turning on his heel toward the garage to do whatever the fuck.
The motherfucker is good.
Really good.
“Order enough for my boys,” I call out before he fully disappears, getting him to stop dead in his tracks. “We’re all going to become one big, happy family, big man.”