That’s not what this is, though.
However, it didn’t stop me from eyeballing them every chance I got.
“Is that why you wanted to meet?” I solicit evenly. “You wanna make sure I ate your present?”
Cairo slowly drives inside me, withdrawing just as slowly before he comes back for more.
And more.
It’s like he almost forgot what I asked before he leans forward and captures my lips with his muttering, “No.”
His tongue delves between my lips hungrily, picking up his pace as he carries my weight in his lap and uses the position to his advantage.
I’m wide open for him to take me however he wants, and I like it.
I’m absolutely in dire need of it. I’ve been craving the orgasms he can give me like he did the other day.
“I wanna make an alliance,” Cairo whispers softly. “I want it for real this time. You and me together…we can’t be fucked with.”
He’s not wrong.
And I can’t say I haven’t thought the same since this whole Titan seat debacle.
“What does the alliance entail?” I seek, pressing my lips together to stop a sudden moan from leaving my lips.
“Protection. The opening of borders?—”
“How sudden would that happen? I’m with a bunch of men who don’tlikeyou.”
“Make them like me,” he orders before one of his hands falls between my spread legs, right on my swollen clit. “You like me, don’t you, Little T?”
Fuck him and the vulnerable shit he wants me to dip my toe in.
“You’re alright,” I acknowledge simply. “But what else?”
“What do you want?” His lips lightly brush against mine again. “Do you want this?” His hips begin to rock against me as he leans near my ear. “Do you want me to be at your beck and call to make you come? Drop what I’m doing so I can come fuck this tight pussy into oblivion?”
“Is that something on the table?”
“It definitely can be.”
Sold.
“What else?”
His fingers circle my wet core, and it’s getting hard to focus and not start moaning like a slut getting fucked in an alley. “There’s not much to it. You align with me and Wharf Bay and you’re never alone. You need help, I’m there, and vice versa. If Ramsey starts his shit?—”
“Is he?”
Cairo presses a kiss on my cheek. The tantalizing brush of his stubble grazing across my cheek in a silent stance that says he’s not scared or overly worried. “I’m not counting him out. However, I’m not going to take the chance either.”
“With you comes Reeve and Torin?—”
“So?” He pulls back a little to look directly at me. His dark eyes are void of how that’d be a problem for me. “Are you saying you’d have it a different way?”
No.
However, it’s still complicated.
