Chapter Forty One Borrowed Peace #2
He steps closer, undoing his belt slow—his green eyes never leaving mine. “You really gonna make me imagine the rest when I’ve already had you pinned against the wall,” he says, his rough voice deepening, “or you gonna show me?”
I tilt my head, lips curving into a slow smile. “Guess you’ll just have to keep watching to find out.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and ease them down inch by inch.
In my head, I can almost hear the music, faint and sultry, a spotlight cutting through the haze.
The thought makes me smile—how natural it feels, how easily I slip into it.
Like I’ve already stepped into the role of a stripper without even thinking twice about it.
As my shorts hit the floor, I glance up—and freeze. He’s completely naked, his cock thick, heavy, a slick pearl of cum clinging to the tip.
“You know you like the view,” he says with a cocky smirk, making it jerk just enough to taunt me. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby girl.”
My mouth waters before I can stop it. I let my last bit of clothing fall to my ankles before kicking it free. My chest rises fast—there’s something about a beautiful, hard cock in front of me that excites me almost as much as it turns me on.
“I love staring at it,” I murmur, “but I love it even more when it’s inside me.” I step closer, my breasts pressing against his solid chest.
He growls and spins me around, steering me into the shower, his thick length grinding against my ass as I step into the hot water.
I tip my head back, the water rushing over my skin, washing my makeup into faint streaks that swirl down the drain.
My eyes fall shut, the warmth melting away the tightness in my jaw…
easing the small, stubborn ache in my chest.
I grab my soap and work it over my skin, slow circles until my face feels clean, loosing myself in the simmer of the water.
I rinse my face and drop my hands, only to remember I’m not alone.
I turn through the steam, to see his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slow as his eyes roam all over me.
“Fuck… baby girl,” he mutters, his loose curls dripping water into his eyes. “Come here before I lose it.”
He turns me around and presses me down, firm but careful, water sliding over my back, dripping down my hips. Getting fucked twice in this position today… my poor pussy doesn’t stand a chance.
He pushes two fingers deep inside me, stretching me open with slow thrusts—like it’ll make any difference with how big he is. He pulls his fingers out and drags them over my throbbing clit, stroking vigorously until I’m shaking.
He drives his thick cock into me, stealing my balance with the first thrust. He lifts me upright, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Jesus… you’re so fucking tight. And to think I almost thought Saint had been inside you already.
Either he didn’t know what he was doing… or this pussy really is magical.”
I can only whimper, his pace too brutal for me to form a single word. Water splashes between my ass and his dick, loud as hell—like a damn water park—which only makes him glide in easier with every thrust.
“I want my cum dripping down your face. You can wash it off when I’m done using you,” he growls, twisting me around and shoving me down until my face is right where he wants it. Water pours over my head, clouding my vision, my eyes blinking through the blur.
I close my eyes and open my mouth, my tongue waiting for him. He traces the head of his cock along it, savoring the feeling before shoving himself inside. I swallow him whole as he fucks my mouth relentlessly. Drool, tears, and water run down my face, soaking my lips and chin.
He fucks my throat as rough as he can, pushing as far as my mouth will allow before his hot, thick cum flooding my mouth.
He pulls out halfway through the release, the rest spilling over my face in thick warm streaks.
I swallow hard before standing, licking the sides of my mouth, cum sliding from the corner of my eye down to my lips, heat curling tight in my chest.
I have to bite back a smile. Nothing this filthy should feel this good… but with him—being used feels so addicting.
Before I can get my balance, his hand clamps around the back of my neck and drags me into a breath-stealing kiss. He pulls back just long enough to breathe the same air as me, then slams his mouth into mine again.
“You’re so fucking sexy. And you swallowed?” he growls against my lips. “I’ve been missing out on that mouth.”
A quiet giggle slips out as I turn away from him, the steam twisting around us.
The water beats against my skin in a steady rhythm, and I reach for the soap—rewashing my face, letting the lather glide down just to keep from thinking too hard.
I move slower this time, letting the heat seep into my bones until my whole body feels weightless.
Did I really just fucking giggle? God, I need to get it together. But how am I supposed to when these two sexy-ass brothers break down my walls every time I’m with them.
I glance over my shoulder to find Cairo watching me again. Water trails down the ridges of his chest, tracing over the dark ink stretched across his skin. My mouth curves before I turn fully, stepping into his space.
“Your turn,” I say softly, the words rolling out like a dare.
My hands trace up his arms, over the thick muscle beneath my palms, before gliding to his shoulders. He tips his head back, eyes shutting, letting me explore him like he belongs nowhere else but here—with me.
A slow smile spreads across my face as I work my way down, tracing each line of muscle, my fingers dragging just enough to make his chest heave faster. “Does this feel good?” I whisper breathless.
His eyes open, pinning me still. “You have no idea,” he rasps. “Your touch drives me fucking insane.”
I bite my lip, stroking his chest with my palms. “Good,” I breathe, leaning closer until my lips hover near his ear. “Then maybe I’ll take my time.”
He growls low in his throat, his hands sliding up my hips as he leans in. “Take all the time you want, baby girl,” he rasps. “Just don’t fucking stop.”
We step out of the shower, steam still clinging to our skin.
I grab the towel first, running it over my arms and legs before tossing it back to Cairo.
My hair hangs drenched and heavy, water dripping in slow trails down my back as I walk toward the bedroom without bothering to cover myself.
Cool streaks slide over my skin, but I don’t care.
Cairo steps behind me, the towel resting low on his hips, barely hanging on.
Since we used the same one, I let him keep it over his prized possession while the rest of him stays exposed.
His sleeve glistens—smoke inked so real it looks alive, skulls in all shapes breaking through it, each one demanding attention.
I catch myself staring, wondering what it all means. The skulls look less like decorations and more like memories he refuses to bury. A part of me wants to ask, but I don’t think I’m ready for the version of him that comes with those answers. But whatever the reason, they look good on him.
I glance back with a sly grin. “I’ve got nothing Arina hasn’t seen before,” I say with a shrug, unbothered by my naked walk to my room.
He chuckles low, his eyes dragging over me. “Yeah,” he murmurs, “but she’s never seen you like this.”
I open a drawer, grabbing an old shirt to wrap my dripping hair. Just as I start to twist it up, his voice cuts in. “Don’t,” he demands, waving his finger. “Let it air dry.”
I let the shirt slip from my fingers, my damp curls spilling over my shoulders. Satisfied, he closes the distance, his arm circling my waist as he pulls me toward the bed.
We collapse together, our skin still carrying the warmth of the shower. The TV flickers to life, and I lean against his chest—wet hair and all—as he flips lazily through the channels, fingers tracing idle strokes along my stomach.
“What do you even watch?” I tease, my voice muffled against his skin.
“Everything. Anything really,” he says too easily.
I roll my eyes, laughing as I smack his chest. “That’s not an answer.”
He smirks, landing on some random movie neither of us will probably watch. “Oh well. Can I ask you something? What’s one thing people always get wrong about you?”
I tilt my head back, surprised he would ask something so deep. “I guess… that I’m stronger than I come off as. People think nothing gets to me because I’m smiling or always joking. But I feel everything. I just don’t show it the way most people expect.”
He hums, his thumb brushing lazily over my belly button. “Yeah… I get that. But you don’t fool me, baby girl. I can easily tell when you get irritated.”
“Is that so? And how’s that?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Your eyebrows,” he says, dead serious.
I laugh, looking up at him. “Really? My eyebrows?”
“I’m serious. Every time something annoys you, your eyebrows scrunch up and you twist those sexy ass lips of yours. Even when you try to catch yourself—I catch it first.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll give you that one.” I nudge him with my shoulder, smirking. “Damn, you really be watching me, huh, green eyes?”
He grins. “Can’t help it, baby girl. You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve been with.”
I find that hard to believe, given how many women he’s been around. But maybe that’s why I should believe him—out of everyone he’s seen, he’d know who stands out. That’s the problem, though. He only sees what’s on the surface. I just hope he feels the same once he realizes how broken I really am.
“What’s the one thing you want most right now? Not just tonight—I mean like in general.”
I smirk, rolling onto my side to face him. “Besides you?” I tease, raising a brow.
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yes, besides me baby girl.”
“Honestly? I want peace. I just want to feel… full. Like I don’t have to keep fighting something—or for something—all the time.” I sigh.
His grin softens, and for a moment his eyes search mine. “Well while I’m here, I’ll make sure you get all the peacefulness you need.”
I clear my throat, shifting the mood back. “Okay, my turn. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done for a girl?”
He shakes his head, almost amused with himself. “I rearranged my whole life around her. Friends, work, sleep—everything. Didn’t even realize the real me disappeared until she left.”
A part of me softens. This whole time, I’ve been labeling him—overbearing, too much, overprotective—but lying here, watching the way his eyes darken even as he jokes, I see something else underneath it. He doesn’t look proud. He looks bruised. Like love hit him hard and never bothered to apologize.
I don’t think he wants me to notice it, but I can’t help but feel for him.
I cup his face and I kiss his cheek. “I know that had to hurt,” I whisper.
“But you don’t have to play tough with me—just like I don’t have to act shy around you.
” My thumb brushes his jaw. “Sounds like she didn’t know how good she had it. ”
I hold his gaze, honest. “But, I’m not sorry she didn’t stick around. Because if she had… you wouldn’t be here with me.”
He looks at me like I caught him off guard—like he wasn’t expecting me to get serious when he was clearly trying to joke his way through these questions.
But for someone whose love is always misunderstood and taken for granted, I recognize those cracks anywhere. And I can’t help but understand them.
“You’re right, baby girl,” he says finally, softer now. “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” He pauses, his voice shifting. “But seriously—thank you for that. No one’s ever said anything like that to me.”
He clears his throat, the air shifting between us. “Alright. Last one.” His gaze holds mine. “What scares you the most?”
My throat tightens, and for a moment I almost dodge it. But the way he opened up to me has me wanting to do the same.
“Losing myself,” I whisper. “Giving so much of myself away to someone else that I don’t have anything left.”
His hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb brushing softly over my nipple. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he says quietly. “We can get lost in each other.”
I bite my lip, my smile small but real. “That actually sounds kind of nice.”
The movie murmurs softly in the background, my heart still thumping in my chest. My eyelids grow heavy as I curl into him, the steady rise and fall of Cairo’s chest settling me into a rhythm I never want to lose.
His touch seeps into me, gentle and grounding, making it impossible to fight sleep—no matter how badly I want to stay awake and hold on to this moment.
His hand moves in slow circles across my back, his lips brushing over the crown of my damp hair.
“Go on, baby girl,” he whispers, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.
“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy as you fall asleep, so I can wake up with you on my lips—I’ll be right here when you wake up. ”
The last thing I feel is his lips on mine underneath the covers, his massive hands wrapped around my thighs, tugging me closer as he devours me. He tongue gently slides over my clit, before sleep finally claims me in the safety of his warmth.
I can definitely fall asleep like this more often.