My chest strains through the next exhale because it would be something like that. Something about how I would feel.
Torin and Reeve were able to spend more time with her when our worlds were, for lack of a better phrase, simpler. I tried to stay away, to stay grounded, but the inevitable did happen and there’s no going back to what things used to be before.
I landed exactly where I didn’t want to be.
Bay has seeped her way into my veins, and my shit doesn’t pump right without her shitty little remarks and the way she tries to run us.
Us—Torin, Reeve, Ozzy, and I.
She seemed to run Levi into a mental breakdown for the number of years they knew each other, but for my boys and I, she needs some grounding. A bit of discipline because, now that he's gone, so is her pillar. The driving force of her love for South Shore, the man who dragged her through the death of her father and knew exactly how to do it.
Reeve would never provide it. He loves her sassy and heedless.
Torin would fight her, but he’ll lose eventually because he’s always thinking with his dick.
Ozzy will stretch himself to make sure she’s happy, fumble with it, and then back off.
And that leaves it to me.
I’d bitch about it, but I can’t say I hate being the one who knocks her down a few pegs. If I can bring some sense into her brain, by doing just what I am now, I might be able to make her see reason.
I might be able to protect her.
I also might be able to see shit before it comes because I’ll be three steps ahead.
“You’re cared for here,” I mutter, closing my lips around the shell of her ear. “Do this shit to me again, and I’ll use you as my own personal toy for a week.”
She moans, and I’m not sure if it’s because I hit a spot or the thought of me fucking her like a doll.
Regardless, my balls clench as I inhale the scent of berries and soap in her hair and close my eyes. Reveling in how tightly her cunt squeezes me. I’m not going to be worth much here in a few minutes.
My digits splay over her stomach with my other hand, keeping her grounded for each propel of my hips. “Promise me, Little T. Give me some mental relief because you’re not giving me any physical.”
“You decided to fuck me.”
“Want me to stop?” She immediately shakes her head. “Then give me what I want.”
Her ass bounces noncommittally off my pelvis, taking me like the little champ she is, and my balls constrict with her fucking me back.
But I don’t miss that she hasn’t given me what I want.
What Ineed.
However, my dick couldn’t give a shit. My mind, though, won’t shut off.
Slowing down, Bay growls her displeasure and picks up her pace to get what she wants.
I should stop her.
I should put more pressure on her hearing and considering me, like she does the boys.
Like Wallace.
Despite the rational side of my brain and the vulnerabilities wanting to fight themselves out of my chest, I can’t seem to give a full shit.
Bay Astor takes what she wants.
And what she wants is to cream all over my cock.
