“Sinatra,” I grind out because this is thelastconversation I want to have right now. “Chill.”
He isn’t happy with my answer, driving deeper into me and stealing my next breath. His grip on my hips comes to my throat, giving it a small squeeze to start getting on board with what hedoesn’twant to have happen.
It won’t stop me either way.
No one can get through to me when it comes to Levi. It’s not that I would pick him over the others and vice versa.
It’s that the boys will have to fucking deal with it.
“There isn’t any more room,” Cairo emits with a bit of edge to his voice. “You’re spoken for.”
He had me first.
However, I don’t speak those words out loud. The last thing I need is Cairo getting more aggressive and giving away what he’s doing to me with my best friend in the room.
“How high are you?” I hedge to not only change the subject but to evaluate how much more of a haul I have with this man.
“High,” he deadpans, pressing long kisses to my skin.
“What are you on?”
“Molly.”
Oh shit.
He’s going to be on one forhours.
“And I’m horny as fuck,” he tacks on, sending a spread of wild goosebumps along my skin. “You feel fuckin’ amazing.”
I bite down on my lower lip as another wave of pleasure rips through my body, along with his words. “Everything feels amazing when you’re high.”
“You always feel good. But right now, it’s euphoric.”
“And what would you call Viv?”
Cairo spears inside of me, causing a whimper to leave my lips and his hand to cover my mouth. “Don’tbring her up again. It wasn’t my fault.”
I’m not saying it was.
But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me a little.
Seeing Vivian fucking Cairo wasn’t on my things of shit I wanted to see, either. That stupid bitch got dick right before she died.
She didn’t deserve it.
“Did that piss you off, Little Terror?” Cairo growls against the shell of my ear. “Because we’d be in the same damn boat if it did.” I bob my head to speak, and that seems to please him. “You must know how annoyingly taken I am by you. I thought I’ve been making myself clear.”
I’m not doubting him.
However, I need him to understand whatever happens or doesn’t happen with Levi is my decision. I haven’t had many of those lately.
“Show me how much you understand, Little T,” he mutters deeply, and oh, so damn delicious. “Fuck me back.”
Mindlessly, I roll my hips, immediately earning a low, gratifying moan from the man behind me.
He picks up his pace, fucking me harder and faster while I try to match each thrust. My ass presses into his hips, earning more eager movements from Sinatra, and I’m on the verge of coming.
Or screaming.
