16. Chapter 16

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 hardens beneath 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. He wants this. He needs 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.

"Didn't expect to see you, Paval. You've been MIA since your fight."

"I got hit. Who gave Tia that black eye?"

The other twin laughs, shaking his head. "She's always told me that you had her back but I've never actually shared words with you. It doesn't matter who did. It's taken care of."

"It's not. Tell him I want him in the ring. I want him to feel my fist in his face the same way his was in hers." I plaster a grin on my face to punctuate my sentence but it's obviously a little too much with the wary expressions the twins are sporting. "Do I need to bet or something?"

Aidan sighs. "No, it's just that you beat up Heath pretty bad. The guy who did that to Tia's face isn't quite as large."

"So?"

"We're not in the business of killing people, Paval."

I take that as a jab against my fathers, my brows furrowing with the rage of not being able to protect Tia. "I can control myself but he needs to not do it again. What time are the fights?"

"Tia is going to be fucking pissed."

"She's going to be happy when I make him understand. Time?"

Aidan pats my shoulder. "Nah, this is your deathbed. I'll set up the fight but you get to tell your woman what you're doing. I'm not getting in the middle of that. She doesn't want you in that ring so if you step in there again tonight, it's going to be because you told her. Not us."