68. Ozzy
SIXTY-EIGHT
ozzy
Her blue eyes bulge at my words, but I’m so disturbingly frantic by what she’s doing that it henders my touching her.
The way her soft hair laces through my fingers and her warm body barely brushes mine. My own breathing ricochets and blares in my eardrums.
I’m—what Torin would call—livid pissed.
She had a way out.
She could’ve escaped, and I would’ve dealt with what I came to do, which wasn’t pissing off Ramsey’s men in the process. I purposely got caught because I knew it’d bring me one step closer to Torin, and then I’d get us out.
Now, I’ve got Bay acting all loyal and shit when the moment didn’t call for it.
I don’t understand her. I really don’t.
“Are you…” Bay doesn’t finish her words, and I’m not itching for them, either.
I’m also not repeating them.
She wants to play wife so bad, married people fuck. They like each other—normally.
I never saw myself playing any role but protecting Bay Astor. Now, she wants to protect me, and it’s still not computing.
It’s not what she’s supposed to do.
This is why everyone gets so upset with her.
She never listens.
“Ozzy—”
“ Stop ,” I clip out, feeling a surge of anxiety rippling in my veins and my head, creating this electric current to stifle the air.
It’s choking me out, and I need to remain focused here.
I need a new plan.
“I’m never leaving you,” she emits sternly, her gaze hardening as if I did something I wasn’t supposed to do. “You can be pissed all you want.”
I am.
She doesn’t need to worry about that.
“This was going to happen anyway, Oz,” she mutters. “Ramsey was going to find me?—”
“I’m not worried about him ,” I clip out.
I’m worried about De Leon.
Fuck, I chopped his whole arm off; I knew he’d have my number and have his men cart me off the moment they saw me.
The dumbass wouldn’t see an obvious play if it hit him in the ass.
“He’s coming,” she says. “They said?—”
“No,” I retort. “This is Matteo’s squad.”
Her eyebrows suddenly clip together. “That’s not what they said.”
No.
My stomach clenches as I stare at her. That’s a whole other ballgame. That’s another situation.
De Leon would fuck with Bay, sure. He would use her as bait. He wouldn’t kill her yet because he’d murder my brothers while she watched since he gets off on that kind of shit.
Something about Bay’s sorrow makes his dick hard.
Then he might take her out.
However, she’s the heir to the fifth Titan seat. He might be stupid as hell, but he’s not that fucking dumb.
But I was ready for that.
I snuck into De Leon’s compound because that’s where Torin is.
But Ramsey…he’s a whole other bump I wasn’t looking to ride over yet. I can handle De Leon with Bay.
But not Torin’s brother.
Not my cousin.
Not when he wants The Landing’s seat and a Titan fight.
I would’ve given anything to have gotten her out of here, but that ship has already sailed. And now, Ramsey is on his way to kill her.
To finally obtain what he needs to move his chess pieces around.
I can’t save her from a bullet.
I won’t be able to rescue her if they keep me from her.
They won’t allow me the freedom to make a move. They’ll take her from me. She’ll be dead by the morning. I would’ve failed her.
No, no, no.
No one touches her.
She goes nowhere unless you go, too.
“How did you get here?” she asks through my inner chaos. “Cairo told Reeve you were sneaking in a cabin . This isn’t?—”
I pull harder on her hair, earning a pained gasp from her lips.
Cairo shoved his cock in her mouth to make her listen. And she took it. She promised him no more secrets. No more crazy moves. She made the same promise to Wallace.
But she’s never made any such promises to me.
“Knees,” I grind out, even though I don’t know my next move.
However, if things pan out the way I fear they may, I never would have had Bay all to myself.
Not once.
She’s the only woman I’d allow to be this close to me since Vivian. The only one I’d wish to do something with that involves more than hand touches and her thighs wrapped around my waist.
I wanted it then.
I’m skating on a timeline now.
I may only have minutes, maybe an hour, to make a move. To have something I’ve always wanted.
It’s now or never.
Don’t live with regret.
We may lose her tonight.
Make her listen.
I kick the top of her shoe, causing her to lose her balance a bit. She loses all of it when I release her hair and shove her to her knees by her shoulders in front of me.
I hear her body hit the hard cement, the sharp inhale Bay takes through her teeth, and the muttered “ motherfucker ” that follows afterward.
I don’t care.
I’m not Reeve.
I’m not Wallace.
I’m not Torin or Cairo.
Pain is the only reminder you’re alive and your body is fighting. A clear indicator you can’t trust everything and everybody.
She won’t listen to anything good for her.
Yanking my zipper down, my skin breaks out in goosebumps telling me this is a bad idea.
That I’m not prepared for this.
The thought of her warm mouth wrapped around my cock sends a violent shudder throughout my body I can’t control, and that’s a problem.
My fingers still unlatch the button on my jeans as I fish my cock out and force myself to do this.
To have this.
Just once.
I fully expect Bay to make a comment or some shitty little protest at what I’ve done, but she remains quiet. Waiting, looking, and putting me on the spot to finish what I’ve fucking started.
Those blue eyes study my movements, only making my cock twitch in response because she appears like she wants to see it.
That maybe she’s thought of it, too.
Why would she? She has my brothers. Why would she be interested in you?
“What was your plan?” she whispers, still watching me mess with my boxers to release myself.
My flesh in my palm sends a thrill through my nerves as I slowly stroke myself once.
The plan was easy.
I purposely got caught inside the cabin and was brought downstairs through a long underground tunnel of twists and turns.
I didn’t realize Matteo had so many alternative routes, but it makes sense. He practically built a rat hole to maneuver himself around town without being seen.
But now everything has changed if the information she received is correct.
“Ozzy.”
Her voice is this gentle volume that seeps into my veins and calms me. I love the way it brushes along my skin and centers me.
Strengthens me.
I won’t be able to live with myself if she dies.
I also won’t survive if I’m never able to have some small piece of her.
“Open your mouth,” I order, softer than I intend, but she has that effect on me. I can’t stay mad at her long, and I don’t want to be.
Her lips part automatically, and I slowly hedge forward, inching my cock closer to her lips on the idea I still have no fucking clue what I’m doing.
I always know what I’m doing.
But not when it comes to her.
And that scares the ever-loving fuck out of me.
My tip slightly brushes the plushness of her mouth, and I freeze at the same moment I twitch again.
I’ve never done this before.
I understand the concept, but I’m not built for this shit—physical connections and being horny for someone all the time.
Her tongue dips out, lashing slowly against my length, and I flinch back.
Like a fucking moron.
My blood pumps furiously as I begin losing my mental footing. We’re in the middle of a basement with men outside.
“We’re getting out of here,” she says. “Together.”
No.
I’ll leave when I want to leave.
I need to get Torin. And there’s no fucking way we’re both getting out of here when I’m not willing to take the chance of what and who is outside.
I can handle it on my own, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
I’m not inclined to do it with her when she could be put in danger.
“Let me do this for you,” she says. “Be mad at me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. I didn’t get out. I’m stuck here with you. Ramsey is coming?—”
I shove my cock between her lips without thought because I don’t want the rest of that sentence.
But I wasn’t prepared for the softness of her mouth and the way she immediately begins sucking me off.
My knees weaken a bit as her tongue works with her lips. Her palm lands on my thigh, and I shove it away, unable to handle the intensity of what she and I have just started.
Her eyes are still locked on mine, and I can’t pull myself away.
My jaw tics.
I don’t know what to do with this.
She won’t listen.
She’s never going to listen.
“You’re going to take me how I want it for the shit you did, aren’t you? For not listening. For never making the smartest decisions. You’re going to swallow my cock like my good little South Shore slut and you’re going to want to come.”
Cairo demanded her loyalty and cooperation.
With his cock.
He had her, exactly as she is now, but she’s not used to me. We haven’t fought as much as she has with my brothers.
She thinks she can still control the narrative here.
Just like Vivian.
Vivian was a liar.
I know that.
I knew that after it was too late.
Bay lied.
She lied about Wallace.
But she didn’t lie for you to murder someone. She does that by herself, apparently.
I watch her head bob over me. The way she secures herself so she doesn’t touch me.
Then the soft little moan she makes in her throat has me twitching between her lips for more because I caused the sound to leave.
Hesitantly, I thrust my hips for more, studying the way Bay’s mouth opens for it.
It’s like chopping off Matteo’s arm. All the blood in my veins rushes through my body on a high. It’s addicting the way my nerves surge for that peak of release. The endorphins that crowd my senses and center me on the feelings at hand.
Her mouth slowly slides off my cock, and I know what it means.
It means she wants to talk.
To argue.
To negotiate with me.
But what use is that now?
The odds of us making it out of here together are slim. We’re going to get separated. I’m going to need to hold the men off giving her time to run, but she still might get caught upstairs.
My fingers and palm guide her back to my cock, forcing myself inside so she can deep throat me.
It feels powerful and weakening all at the same time.
Normally, with this response, I’m ready to counteract with something bloody and violent. It’s a few-step process, and I’m on the other end of the action.
However, I’m the recipient.
And I’m not used to not moving or wielding, but receiving.
I’m surprised Bay doesn’t try to regain control. She could probably get me to say something other than a few words if she really wanted to, but I’m too busy reveling in the fact she’s sucking my cock, and no one has ever done that before.
My breathing hitches off a mound of pent-up aggression and curiosity. I’m not sure if I’d call it lust or attraction, but I like being within Bay’s view.
I enjoy it when she talks to me—when she’s not throwing herself in bullshit situations.
I like studying her and learning what makes her tick.
But now, she’s picking up a few hints because when she gently runs her teeth against my sensitive flesh, I almost come in her mouth right there.
I grunt, her eyes immediately shooting up to me like beacons of warmth and acceptance.
She’s never pushed me—except for tonight. I’ve never been on the other side of needing her to do something and her flat-out ignoring it.
I didn’t particularly like the feeling it left.
However, I’m really enjoying her lips wrapped around me and taking me like she really needs.
“Keep going,” I force from my lips, feeling the back of my neck burn with embarrassment and being the sole focus of her attention.
However, I try my best to rein in some of Cairo’s confidence and how he always knows exactly how shit is going to go down because he demands it.
Bay’s mouth descends to my tip, sucking the very end and taking her time with it before her tongue finishes it off. One lick, running around the whole circumference of my dick before she goes down on me again.
And again.
And again.
I’m losing control of my body as a violent shiver hits me from head to toe. My stomach flutters in need to finally release, and Bay makes another sound that sends me reeling into another dimension of want and need.
My body begins to rock back and forth, taking what it needs as I lift my palm for her to take.
I want her with me as much as possible, and it’s the only way I know how. The only way my body won’t freak and lash out, even though Bay’s not trying to hurt or betray me.
One of Bay’s hands mimics my actions, pressing our flesh together before my fingers mindlessly lace between hers.
The feeling sends me down another spiral that I can’t hold on to for much longer.
I like the way she does this to me.
I like how she’s taking me.
I like how it feels and how she’s not speaking.
“Swallow,” I order, earning an immediate bob from her that detonates my orgasm and sends me down into a blackout existence of bliss and something I can’t describe.
I’m almost done spilling my load between her tight lips when I pull out and finish along the side of her cheek, dragging my cock along her skin with leftover traces of my cum before shoving myself back into her mouth for one last moment.
My whole body feels as though it’s floating on air. It might be what Reeve’s been chasing, for different reasons, but I can see the appealing side of it.
The obsession it causes for more.
Bending over, my cock slides out of Bay’s mouth before I lick myself off her cheekbone, holding out my tongue for her to take the rest.
Bay falters for a moment, searching my eyes for something she’s not going to find before her lips wrap around my offering, and she sucks me off there, too.
My tongue licks at her lips of their own accord when Bay finishes taking all of me, but she remains deathly close to me, as if she can’t pry herself away.
Ozzy is mine. In any capacity he wants to be. He’s my husband. And I don’t see us divorcing any time soon, if you thought that’s the direction I was heading.
Does that mean she never wants to leave me? That she never wishes for me to go away?
After all this is over, is she going to want to move on with someone who actually knows what they want and need?
Deep in my head, Bay’s mouth brushes along mine, innocent and almost shy.
I dare not deny her when she’s already done so much for me.
However, I don’t necessarily make the move she’s asking for because I’ve never done that either.
Vivian got close, but I could never pull the trigger to hurt my brother if she did. It wasn’t like I was craving it either, like the way I feel for Bay in different ways every day.
Finally moving, I press my lips into hers with a softness I didn’t know I entirely possessed. I feel the pressure of hers, not forcing but not giving me any space to half-ass it either.
My mouth widens, taking Bay’s along with mine before my tongue slips past her lips and a whimper I’ve only heard for Cairo sounds in my ears, sending me off to a whole other world in Bay’s realm of existence.
This is what it feels like to be owned by Bay Astor.
And may the devil help me because I’m not mentally capable of ever resisting her again.