But she’s never made any such promises to me.
“Knees,” I grind out, even though I don’t know my next move.
However, if things pan out the way I fear they may, I never would have had Bay all to myself.
Not once.
She’s the only woman I’d allow to be this close to me since Vivian. The only one I’d wish to do something with that involves more than hand touches and her thighs wrapped around my waist.
I wanted it then.
I’m skating on a timeline now.
I may only have minutes, maybe an hour, to make a move. To have something I’ve always wanted.
It’s now or never.
Don’t live with regret.
We may lose her tonight.
Make her listen.
I kick the top of her shoe, causing her to lose her balance a bit. She loses all of it when I release her hair and shove her to her knees by her shoulders in front of me.
I hear her body hit the hard cement, the sharp inhale Bay takes through her teeth, and the muttered “motherfucker” that follows afterward.
I don’t care.
I’m not Reeve.
I’m not Wallace.
I’m not Torin or Cairo.
Pain is the only reminder you’re alive and your body is fighting. A clear indicator you can’t trust everything and everybody.
She won’t listen to anything good for her.
Yanking my zipper down, my skin breaks out in goosebumps telling me this is a bad idea.
That I’m not prepared for this.
The thought of her warm mouth wrapped around my cock sends a violent shudder throughout my body I can’t control, and that’s a problem.
My fingers still unlatch the button on my jeans as I fish my cock out and force myself to do this.
To have this.
Just once.
I fully expect Bay to make a comment or some shitty little protest at what I’ve done, but she remains quiet. Waiting, looking, and putting me on the spot to finish what I’ve fucking started.
Those blue eyes study my movements, only making my cock twitch in response because she appears like she wants to see it.
That maybe she’s thought of it, too.
Why would she? She has my brothers. Why would she be interested in you?
