I grunt in succession to her lips and his on me, unloading my cum down his throat while I kiss Bay with a fervor that will get me every single drop of pleasure from this experience.
Bay gives me everything she’s got. Her tongue lashing against mine. Her little cunt grinding into my stomach as she latches on as tightly as she can.
My knees shake a bit, holding on to her and from the powerful orgasm that just ripped through my body.
Bay gives me this sweet and sensual kiss before her legs unwrap around my frame and disappear from where I want her to stay.
Like this.
A snap of fingers cracks my eyelids open, finding Bay standing in front of me with her sole attention to my left, and I’m in such a daze, I don’t know what the fuck is happening here.
Don’t particularly care.
“You,” she orders directly as I catch the flush of pink on her cheeks making her even prettier. “What’s your name?”
Silence before a male voice says, “Devin.”
“Devin, would you be so kind as to remove this man from the room? He needs a glass of water and a beer. Also, pay him for his services.”
Pay him?
Boots in the hardwood floor of the room, and Devin—a motherfucker on my crew—plucks my plaything off the ground.
“What the fuck?” I stew, feeling a bit foolish and irritated she turned her shit offthatquickly.
“Thanks, Devin,” she says, ignoring me like the little shit she is before my fingers clasp tightly around her bicep, getting her immediate attention.
“This isn’tSouth Shore. What are you fucking doing?”
“Taking care of your guy.”
My fingers loosen a bit, but I don’t release her from my hold.
No, she’s up to something deep. I can see it in her blue eyes and the way she tenses slightly.
“He doesn’tneedyour help,” I retort evenly, but it doesn’t stop Devin from guiding the guy out of the room, nor do I stop him.
He did what he needed to do, and now I’m done with him.
“Do you mind sending your guys out?” Bay asks. “I wanted to?—”
“No,” I clip out. “You think I’m going to leave myself alone in a room with you?”
“Why not?” she hedges innocently, but I wasn’t born yesterday, and I know she has a trick up her sleeve. “Never mind.” She waves a dismissive hand in the air before it slams across the side of my face so hard I feel iteverywhere.
The aftermath of my orgasm is gone.
Bay Astor and I are exactly where we left off.
And I’m stupid as fuck for letting her in.
For getting meoff.
“You look upset,” she mutters ever-so-softly, completely contrasting to how hard she just fucking hit me. “I just lost our baby, and you’re over here getting sucked off like a fuckin’ whore who can’t get his emotions in check. Consider this my last andfinalwarning, Reeve.” She steps up, but I don’t turn my face to meet the harrowing stare I know waits for me. “I’m starting to get stressed out again. And bad shit happens when I’ve reached the end of my rope.”
I scoff at her threat and crane my focus to her. “You think I really give a fuck?”
“All I hear is talk,” she retorts tersely. “Show me.”
