Fingers wrap around my biceps, and I’m grounded to the hardwood floors when I blink past my inner turmoil.
It’s Cairo’s pierced nose, dark brown eyes, and that pissed-off scar that come into view next.
“You’re mine for the foreseeable future, and if I would’ve been the one who fucked up, I’d be kissing your ass right now.”
“That’s not my style,” I mutter, inhaling a deep breath to ground myself to the universe and not getting too fucked in his eyes.
“No,” Cairo agrees. “It’s not. But you’re going to suck my cock like the good little South Shore slut you are?—”
I pull out of his grasp, but he only tightens his fingers around another part of me again.
“That’s a term of endearment, baby. No one else is allowed to call you that but me. Especially when you’re going down on me, and especially when you’re swallowing my cum down that pretty little throat of yours. Do you understand me?”
I swallow, my throat closing up at the prospect of watching this man lose himself while I suck him off. I loved seeing that when I crashed his romantic little getaway with Vivian. I even enjoyed doing it, but I’m not sold on the name he just fucking called me.
“You need me to repeat any of that?”
“No,” I reply through my teeth.
Cairo’s thumb grazes my cheek before leaning over, his mouth inches from mine. “I’ll see you later then. Now get the fuck out of my room.”
Welp…so much for instant forgiveness.
“I’d rather do it now,” I vouch, lifting my chin in open defiance against his touch. “Unless you’ve already been satisfied tonight.”
He frowns. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I’d put money on it that no one fucked Cairo tonight. In fact, it was never a thought in my mind.
However, he hasn’t asked once what happened to Vivian, and I never bothered because I honestly could not give a singular fuck about that bitch.
But since Levi took his shot at her, Cairo has been in his feelings about us saving him from spawning a little brat with Viv and Levi being alive.
If I didn’t know any better, he doesn’t know where he sits in the grand scheme of things.
“Nothing changes between you and I,” I vouch easily. “You’ve been pissed at me since finding out Levi?—”
“I already told you he means shit-all. You want to fuck him, I can’t stop you.”
“But you’re pushing me away.”
“Fucking you was not pushing you away.”
“You were high.”
“So?”
“And you haven’t touched me since.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “I’m sorry. Was there a time frame on when I was supposed to do it next? I wasn’t notified of the schedule.”
“I’m not Vivian,” I chide with grit to my tone. “You don’t fuck me when you’re horny, then ignore me for the rest of the week.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Doing what?”
“You want a list?”
