Page 16 of Facing the Music
“Yeah, she got an early release and wants to talk to Tia but by law, she’s not allowed to. It’s a whole fucking mess and it’s about to get worse. I don't know why the police aren't doing anything.” I've called the station twice and both times, they said that they were aware of the issue. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me.
Aidan nods. “I was wondering why we hadn’t seen the princess running around. We’ll try and keep tabs on her but the moment we tried to take a picture, she was gone.”
Which tracks with what Paval’s fathers said. I make a note to send the Kolas crew a message as soon as I head back upstairs. If Paval gets a hint of Ada being on campus, he’s going to try and confront her. I just know it.
“How’s Paval? We haven’t seen him either,” Jax muses, hanging off the bag. He wiggles his eyebrows; these two are so close to Tia that they have to know about our unconventional relationship.
“Doing much better. He can take a good hit, apparently but he’s taking care of Tia at the moment. They’re childhood sweethearts and he’s the best protection she has.” I try to gauge Jax’s reaction when I realize he wasn’t actually asking about Paval’s health. “He’s not fighting again. Not this soon anyway.”
I retrieve my phone, ignoring their continued antics and the unasked question they so badly want an answer to—what’s the relationship between me, Paval, and Tia? The answer would be I have no fucking clue but I’m beginning to see Paval as even more adorable than usual.
The way he apologized in the bathroom wasn’t something I had expected. I rush back upstairs only to find Tia trying and failing to get Paval out of the bathtub. She’s got tears in her eyesfrom laughter, the poor woman slipping on the rug and falling onto her ass. “Cairo, help me.” It’s the first time in a day I’ve seen her smile, let alone heard her laugh.
Unfortunately, the situation is more serious than it seems.
Paval not being able to stand on his own is a symptom that Nick said to watch out for. He’s just frustrated, angry that he can’t do it on his own as I help him to his feet, soap suds sliding down his torso. “I’ve got him, Tia. Go rinse off in the other bathroom so I can get Pav taken care of.”
Tia leaves me with a kiss, the man I’ve been obsessed with for far too long completely naked in front of me. His strength is failing but his half-lidded stare riddled with lust isn’t something I can ignore, especially when his cock thickens against my thigh.
Chapter sixteen
PAVAL
He props me up against the tiles as he strips out of his clothes and then turns the shower on to rinse off the excess suds. His hands feel like heaven as they slide down my arms and then my stomach, hovering around my waist as he meets my gaze. Those pretty eyes silently ask for permission to go further, my breathing quickening as I glance at the door. It’s wide open, Tia having left to wash off in the other bathroom.
“Paval, it’s just us. You still have her. She still has your heart and she’s yours. But for this moment, be mine.” His eyes become even bluer if that’s possible as I crane my head to meet his lips.For a moment, be mine.Cairo keeps his gaze locked with mine as he slowly drops to his knees, his hands wrapping around my thighs before he leans forward to lick the tip of my cock.
I forget that we’re supposed to be rinsing off as my hips jerk forward, Cairo smiling as he licks again. My cock hardensbeneath his attentions as he teases me with his tongue, licking and sucking until he gets what he wants.
“You taste fantastic, Paval. Give this to me.”
This time, there’s a plea in his voice, a desire to have my pleasure. And how could I not give him what he wants when he looks at me like that, on his knees for me? Slowly, I nod, wanting what Cairo is offering. Whatever this thing is blooming between us, I want to explore it.
“Hold on, Paval. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I brace myself against the tiles just as he swallows me whole, his nose running along my pelvic bone. He moans around my cock, the pretty sounds coming from him deepening when I sift a hand into his hair. He feels so different than Tia, rawer, fiercer,rougher.
And I fucking love it.
I lose myself to the sensation as Cairo takes me apart, my hips bucking forward to meet his mouth. He chokes but keeps going as if this was a contest and I soon realize that my pleasure is also his desire.Hewants this.Heneeds this. So, I give him everything, tightening my fingers in his hair hard enough for him to moan again.
When he reaches beneath my cock and cups my balls, I let go, spilling my release down his throat. The headache that was mostly gone comes back, pins and needles pressing against my temples but I ignore it. Cairo pulls back, licking his lips before standing up and kissing me so that I can taste myself on his tongue.
“You’re mine too, now, Paval.”
“I like how that sounds,” I whisper against his lips. Cairo hums his approval before rinsing us both off and then shutting off the water. He helps me out into the living room, even going so far as to dry me off but I soon shake him off when he starts checking the time. “I’ll be okay. Where is Tia?”
“Right here.” She plops onto the couch beside me, grinning at the both of us. My face flushes with embarrassment the longer she stares before she addresses Cairo. “He’s sweet, isn’t he?” Cairo snorts and then nods but Tia isn’t done embarrassing me. “Ask him to be a little rougher next time, Cairo. You’ll like it.”
I frown, tucking Tia into my side so that she won’t say anything else. There’s no reason for Cairo to know that. No reason to let him know that I’ve been fantasizing about feeling his lips on my cock and now that I’ve gotten it, I want more. As if she knows, Tia pats my chest lovingly, drawing my attention to her. I don’t understand her like I used to but I don’t love her any less.
I run my fingers along the fading bruise before deciding to do something about the mess we’ve found ourselves in. My fathers told me not to confront Ada but that doesn’t mean I can’t fix the hurt on my woman’s face. She notices the change in my expression, reaching for me but I’m already on my feet, heading for the door.
“Pav, don’t. Don’t do whatever you’re about to do. You nearly passed out in the tub!”
Cairo hangs by the entrance, looking torn but I merely put my hand out for his phone. He stares at my open palm, confused for a few seconds before producing the device. I scroll through his contacts, knowing that one of the twins is Aidan. They would have the information I'm looking for. Finding his contact, I text that number, delete the message, and then hand Cairo back his phone. “I need to do something. I’ll be right back.”
I’m breaking my own rules, stepping out of the carefully curated rhythm I’ve built over the years at this campus. Ignoring the headache and the dull throb in my arms, I head for the courtyard, eyes peeled for the large men hanging around my Tia. As I thought, they’re both standing there, arms folded across their chests.