“I like to see you squirm a bit,” I mumble into her skin. “But I’ll admit, I can’t wait to feel you milk my cock, Little Terror. Everything about you turns me on as annoying and frustrating as that may be.”
“You don’t like me.”
I hum my indifference to that comment, but I don’t feed into her doubts the way I should. The way my brothers would. “What does that look like?”
“Stop torturing me,” she breathes. “Just—” I thrust upward a bit more, and she keels over, her breathing haggard and weighted with pleasure and impatience.
“If you were some random bitch I was fucking, we wouldn’t be talking,” I reply. “I would fuck you and kick you off my bike. I wouldn’t be negotiating with a fucking terrorist. There is nothing about you that’s easy. You make me want to throw myself down a flight of stairs every damn day of my life. You’re a liability I keep concerning myself with, so tell me I don’t like you now, Little T. And despite your answer, I’m still finishing because I want to and your body will make it happen whether you believe it or not.”
She doesn’t respond right away. It doesn’t cease my movements on her clit or rubbing her to completion if that’s what her body wants to do.
Bay isn’t a fucking idiot, in the sense that she can read people. She has to know this isn’t just to waste time. That there’s something about her that keeps me coming back for more.
I slowly rock into her, building back the momentum and keeping her on my bike for just a few seconds more. This won’t be the last time we do this. I think I’m going to make her a permanent fixture here.
“Where do you want me to come?” I whisper in her ear, earning a small shiver slithering up her spine and against my chest. “I’ll give you the option to show you Ilikeyou.”
Her hand grips onto my forearm to keep her balance as I earn more of her weight. Our breathing is shot. My balls are clenching painfully between my legs as they demand to stop this shit show and just come already.
But it’s less about the need to finish and lose myself in a few moments and everything to do with being on the same damn page.
“Inside me,” she finally whispers in a low and intoxicating tone that tells me everything I need to know.
Bay Astor wants me to own her pretty little body.
But that’s still not enough for me.
Regardless, why should I be remotely surprised? We both have trust issues up the ass. Letting people in doesn’t come easy to either of us. It took Torin forever to break down some of her defenses, but he was obsessed with her from day one. Reeve, too.
Me, I wasn’t mildly impressed, nor did I want to be bothered with her fucked-up little attitude. Especially since she’s the daughter of the man we were trying to get away from.
However, it wasn’t that way at all.
My hips slam into her ass as I work both of us into our allotted orgasms. The time for bullshit talk is over. Working my way into her head isn’t through talking but showing. It’s about being there when she needs it. It’s the fact she calledmeafter Torin went rogue again tonight.
My lips clasp around her soft neck, and I suck vehemently. The sweet taste of her coats my tongue. All badass and stubborn. All humbled and toxic.
Bay Astor is South Shore. Technically, she’s home, but I’ve been away from the town for so long I’m not welcome there.
But I am here.
“You feel so goddamn good squeezing me like that, Little Terror. I’m going to come so deep inside you that you’re never going to deny again that you belong to me.”
Her head falls back, allowing me more access to the sensitive part of her body as I lick and kiss up and down it. Her soft ass hits my hips as we continue ourride, my cock begging for release to spill every ounce of cum I’ve saved for her into her tight cunt.
This is a slice of heaven by my standards. It’s in the dark but with a woman who knows what being there is like. In Wharf Bay, it’s safer. I might be slightly paranoid about someone coming up, but I’m king.
And she’s the soon-to-be queen of South Shore.
I don’t see Wallace leaving it to Juice or Hot Rod.
“Oh,fuck,” Bay cries out, digging her nails into my forearm as her cunt clamps around my dick. She comes down harder on me, riding the orgasm to full completion as my balls threaten to follow.
But not yet.
Wrapping my arms tighter around her, I fuck her so hard my bike’s kickstand scrapes against the unforgiving concrete.
Bay groans, bending over a bit to catch her breath as I continue to ram into her. My tongue licks at her skin again, demanding my climax in tandem with hers. And as much as I would love for it to last longer, my body can’t hold out.
