Page 142 of Pretty Little Lies

I give her hip a little squeeze to regain her attention back on me. “Vivian make you jealous, baby?”

Bay scoffs and raises her brows. “Give me one thing to be jealous about. I’m not the one being territorial when Cairo thinks I’m going to steal Reeve away from all of you.”

“Cairo’s an attention whore,” I say loud enough for him to hear. “He doesn’t like to share.”

She cranes her neck again to look at him. “Stay in your lane. I don’t like being threatened every ten seconds. I get angry.”

“No need to get violent, Wildfire” I reassure her. “Cairo is gonna get his ass kicked next week for the Titan fight, so that’s covered.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Cairo grinds out behind me as Reeve laughs, coming up from behind her and pressing his front to her back.

“He’s adopted,” Reeve says, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. “Little shit doesn’t know how to play nice with anyone.”

“I heard.”

“Don’t feel sorry for him, McQueen,” Reeve emits softly. “He’s got thick skin. And Torin over here, I’m sure, has a hard dick right now because you haven’t kissed him yet.”

Her blues slice back to me and Reeve’s not wrong.

However, I’m trying my damndest to keep a level head and failing miserably at it.

“Do you want a kiss, Pretty Boy?” she solicits, rubbing at the back of my head again, but there’s no teasing to her tone. I’m not used to the sweetness that comes from her voice. It’s normally filled with hostility and a whole lot of my going to go fuck myself up a tree.

“Do you normally ask people?” I push back, because as much as Ijustsaid I need to keep my wits about me, I don’t think I have it in me to deny her.

Bay stabs me with a look of opposition, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she lifts herself on the tips of her toes and hovers her lips over mine, holding them for a moment. “You know it’s okay to admit shit, right?”

“You should talk,” I counter back. “You’ve been pushing back on me for years.”

“Because…” Her eyes never stray from mine and that’s when, for the first time, I see the worry that resonates there. “You could cost me everything.”

Then her lips mesh into mine, clasping on with the plush, velvety flesh and demanding for me to follow.

I’ll let you guess the outcome.

I’m putty in her hands as my tongue licks across the seam of her mouth and she immediately lets me in. My cock strains against my boxers inside my sweatpants, and Reeve doesn’t help when a soft moan escapes her lips and she’s latching on to the waistband at my hips.

Her palm drifts down even farther, cupping my already readied cock, and I fight the will that my brain wants to have to take heed to everything she is.

Why? She hasn’t fucked you over yet? Cairo is just paranoid because of what Vivian did.

Opening my eyes, Bay’s are closed, too into the kiss to care. Too far gone while Reeve feasts on her neck.

Those two fucking belong together, Geezus.

So, what the fuck am I doing here?

My naivety wants to believe that Bay is the girl I obsessed over all those years ago. That, deep inside, she’s still the gentle, loving blonde who was optimistic about the world and dreamed of things.

I know Matteo tried shitting on them, but I’m still present because I want her. I’m pushing back everything I once believed and hated because this South Shore princess traipsed through our streets and showed no fear.

No, she pushed back.

She shoved her way through the mess of our war and demanded that I see her for who she is and what she isn’t.

But that’s not fully true, is it?

She’s never going to tell me if she’s fucking around and this is all a game. She’s never going to say this is all for show, a means to an end. Something she plans on ending with all of us—Reeve and I—at the mess of all this.

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