Not after everything I’ve said and done.
“Sit down,” Vivian orders, waving her weapon toward a tattered brown leather chair. “You’re going to watch this.”
“Where in South Shore are we?” I ask a million hours too late. I don’t recognize anything in it, but the room feels familiar.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Vivian says when Bay chirps in with, “My old house.”
My attention slices over to Bay, her eyes already on me as she sits along the edge of the brown couch to my right.
Fuck, I know what this house meant to her. And now, I understand why it feels homey.
“Viv,” I lightly chide. “That’s fucked up.”
My ex doesn’t give a damn what she’s just done because more of her weight falls on my lap.
Bay remains cool, calm, and collected—something I’m not entirely sure is real, fake, or if I’m seeing shit.
Regardless, Viv’s hand snakes around her waist, and my cock is gently brushed with her fingers.
In my boxers.
I don’t remember much of how she got them off, but I do recall them not going back on.
“Cairo and I are going to conceive,” Vivian states matter-of-factly, and my body reacts with equal parts turned on and repulsed. “He wants to have my babies.”
“Congratulations,” Bay deadpans, crossing her arms along her chest. “When’s the wedding?”
Vivian scoffs haughtily and hikes her dress. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Hence why I asked.” Through a balancing act, Vivian positions my cock to her center, and Bay narrows her eyes before her lips coil into a dangerous smirk. “Oh, bitch…you really don’t wanna do that.”
Vivian ignores her, sinking onto my length and eliciting a moan from her lips.
Me…I’m thrusting upward to gain more of her tightness because Ineedit. I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even feel like my damn self, nor can I stop the desire burning red-hot in my veins.
“Sinatra,” I hear Bay warn, causing my body to seize up to a halt. “Cool it.”
Vivian suddenly points her gun at Bay. “Shut the fuck up andenjoyit, bitch. You’re going to hear every moan he generates for me because that’s how much he loves me. How much hewantsthis.”
“It’s not because you have him drugged up, huh?”
The click of the hammer on Vivian’s weapon racks through my psych, and I’m not so fucked up to know that death is still a real thing.
Agunis still a real threat.
Why the hell is Bay here right now with zero backup…I can’t say I’m entirely surprised.
The level of stupidity that runs through her damn head sometimes boggles my brain, and I still want to strangle her half the time.
“He’s going to come inside me,” Vivian leers as she continues to fuck me reverse cowgirl style. “And then you’re going to see what you’re up against.”
Bay appears unbothered, which irks me a little.
I can’t focus on both Vivian’s cunt and Bay’s blue eyes, but my concentration is pulled to the latter.
I wish it were Bay taking full advantage of me and whispering all the dirty shit she’s thinking about while she rides me. To have her sweet lips all over my skin, while she rolls her hips and tells me how much she’s thought about fucking me before.
“God, I missed this, Cairo,” Vivian moans abruptly through the silence. “I missed how you fucked me.”
