Page 36 of Her Protector Daddies

I gave up trying when he dropped to his knees and sank his talented tongue into my pussy to soothe the ache from his cock. I had absolutely zero complaints as I held his wet hair and rode his tongue to a second orgasm under the hot spray.

What a day.

By the time the shower was over, my heart was no longer racing, and even the lingering tingles in my limbs had died down a little.

“Will you get into trouble?” I asked over the fluff of my towel as we walked toward the lockers.

“No,” Bailey replied. “No one will do anything. Well, except maybe Tyler. He’s too polite to say anything while you’re still here.”

Warmth flooded my cheeks and I suddenly couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Sit down,” he instructed, pointing at the bench. “What are you sorry for?”

“I didn’t really... think about Tyler. Not properly. I just acted. Do you think he will be mad at me?”

Bailey, now busy with the lost and found box, glanced over his bare shoulder, but I still couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, I tracked water droplets that ran down his muscular back to the sexy swell of his ass.

“He’ll only be mad we didn’t invite him,” Bailey chuckled softly. “Trust me, he’s not that kind of guy. I mean, I’m not saying this has happened before but if he had a problem, he would have intervened in the car. So I think it’s safe to reason that he’s fine with it.”

It brought me some comfort but I knew my worries wouldn’t calm fully until I heard that from Tyler directly. And Jay, too – was it fucked up that I was a little sad he hadn’t made a move either?

“Here.” With a pile of clothes in hand, he sat down on the bench next to me and passed them over. “Get dressed.”

“Only if you let me look at your shoulder,” I said, eyeing the wound now that we were close enough. I’d overheard Jay say it was a bullet graze, but either my scratches or sex itself had opened the wound enough for it to bleed freely, and crimson rivulets ran down his arm.

Bailey glanced down as if seeing it for the first time, then nodded. “Okay, fine.”

“Don’t you have a protocol for injuries like this?” I asked, wiping the wound with the corner of my towel. Without all the pouring blood, it didn’t look as bad. Just a red line gouged into his bicep.

“Usually required we go straight to the hospital so it can be written up in the report.”

“Then why aren’t you going to the hospital?”

“Because I can't be bothered with the hassle.”

“Your health isn’t a hassle,” I pointed out.

Bailey snorted with laughter. “Alright, darlin’.”

Fuck.

My heart melted once more.

“So,” Bailey asked after I raided the medical box on the wall for what I needed and dressed quickly in jogging pants and a blue shirt. “Where did you learn to stitch?”

“My dad.”

“He teach you?”

“No,” I scoffed, weaving the switches swiftly across the wound. “He injured himself often enough that I had no choice but to learn. I didn’t want to lose him to some stupid infection.”

“Fair.” He looked down as I swiftly tied the stitch off. It wasn’t elegant but it was fast and effective. “It looks good.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.”

When Bailey’s eyes met mine for a moment, it looked like he wanted to say something but the words didn’t come and in the end, he broke away first and dressed in a few things from lost and found.

“Alright,” he said, ushering me up from the bench. “Let’s go take your statement.”

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