“And is that with or without her pussy wrapped tightly around—” Cairo quickly plucks something up from the countertop and chucks it at me.
It’s not until it falls aimlessly in my lap, after it hits my chest, I realize it’s a pepper shaker.
I should be happy it’s not something sharper, but I’m curious as to how he got Bay to chill.
It sends up a million red flags in my mind.
Maybe she has those two bulldogs of hers looking for him. I mean, it’d save us the trouble. The more pricks looking for him, the better.
But why now?
Why all of a sudden?
“Well, at least there’s that,” I convey evenly, not acknowledging the breach in Cairo’s award-winning patience. “Keep me updated.”
I turn to leave the kitchen, not as quickly as I would like. The wound in my thigh and the two in my gut scream at me to stop moving, but I keep doing it anyway.
“When do you want to talk to her?”
“Whenever,” I call back. “But just know, she’s not going to be able to go anywhere within a hundred-mile radius to get rid of that baby.”
“Torin.” I stop on a dime at the tone of his voice and slowly turn to face him again, gathering him back in my sight and permitting him one last bullshit response of how I’m overreacting and what I want isn’t right. “Don’t push her.”
“I’m not. But you’rebabyingher. And she’d never be able to live with herself if she killed that baby.”
Cairo blows out a breath through his lips. “C’mon, dude.”
“Fuckyou, dude. I’ve had a hard-on since I was a teenager for that girl. I know her. I’ve done nothing but observe and want her. You haven’t.”
“You pushed her, and she’sshovingyou back two steps.”
I shrug my shoulders, hearing what he’s saying, but…yeah, she might not be fucking me any time soon, forgiving me in the near future, yet I’m still going to be here. “I know how to get through to Bay Astor, brother.”
Cairo rolls his eyes and turns his back on me, going back to assembling his expensive coffee. “She’s gonna kill you, man. I’m telling you.”
“Hopefully, with her tight pussy,” I mutter under my breath, and Cairo looks over at me from his shoulder for a quick second. “What?” Cairo lifts his middle finger, using his other hand to continue making his shit. “Thought you were keepin’ her off-limits?”
“Obviously, changed my mind.”
Mhm.
Honestly, I knew it would come to it. There’s no way Cairo’s mental game is that strong. And it’s been a long time since he’s had a girlfriend of some capacity.
Since Vivian.
Another issue, nonetheless, not Bay.
Nothing like Bay.
Cairo might have been in denial, but it would come to this anyway. I don’t mind him being within the circle.
It’s just his overbearing, bossy ass isn’t going to tell me what to do with my girl. We definitely have two different definitions of what that includes.
However, we can agree to keep her safe.
And while I’m not on board with allowing Bay to do whatever she wants with her pregnancy, it’s because there’s a possibility the baby may be mine.
“We have a lot of work to do, then,” I say. “I’ll talk to you when I’m out of the shower.”
