Page 34 of Her Protector Daddies

Bailey’s fist balled up one more, but Tyler was there to catch his arm.

“It’s not his fault!” Tyler snapped.

“I didn’t know!” I regained my balance quickly and rubbed my jaw. “I brought her here to talk to Matt. I thought maybe she’d be able to get through to him easier than a couple of cops could.”

“It’s true!” Selena cut in. “And actually, I agreed to come here because I thought it was a good idea. Are you going to punch me too?”

She fixed Bailey with a sharp stare and he sighed deeply, slowly uncurling his fist. “No, of course not.”

Tyler released Bailey and groaned, stepping back. “Shit, Bailey, you gotta calm down.”

“I am calm,” Bailey snapped. “She could have been seriously hurt!

His heated gaze snapped to me, accusation burning in his eyes, but he was quickly distracted by Selena who reached out to him and clutched at his injured arm.

“You’re hurt!” In the firefight, it seemed one bullet cut too close to home.

“I’m okay,” he said, his voice changing. “It’s nothing.”

Selena ran her thumb over the graze and a hiss of pain escaped Bailey.

Then Selena surged up suddenly and her lips collided with Bailey’s as she dragged him down for a sudden, deep kiss.

I wasn’t jealous. Much.

13

SELENA

We barely made it into the showers before we were tearing at each other’s clothes.

I don’t know if it was the blood on Bailey’s arm or the way all three of them just seemed to be so protective over me, but from the moment I kissed Bailey, the air was utterly electric between us.

I half expected Tyler to get jealous since we’d fucked back in my apartment, but to my surprise, he just rolled with it.

Somehow, that made it hotter, and we barely made it through the police station in one piece. Whatever strength we had that kept our hands off of one another as we walked the corridors completely melted away when the door to the shower room closed, and Bailey was unleashed.

He pressed me up against the wall, kissing me so hard that my lips ached from the pressure. His tongue barely waited for permission before thrusting into my mouth, and his hands seemed to be all over my body all at the same time.

In my hair, pulling at the strands. Tugging at my shirt to tear it free. Fighting with the hem of my pants to shove them past my lips. Whenever I was sure I had focused on one of his hands, he was moving and touching me elsewhere.

Then he wound my plait into his fist and jerked my head to the side, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck. I nearly came right there and then.

I’d never been manhandled this way. Never had someone so pent-up and eager to taste me. My neck throbbed hot under his firm bite, but just as pain flared, his tongue lapped over the area and soothed the area.

I slid my hands into his hair and tugged sharply when I managed to grip the blond strands. His hair was thick and an enticing growl rumbled through his chest when I pulled his hair. He liked it, apparently.

Not that I had time to focus on that because then Bailey was pulling me away from the wall and shoving me into the shower. My clothes were soaked in seconds, and water poured into my mouth, only to be consumed by another all-powerful kiss that sent my pulse racing and my core clenching.

He stoked such a fire deep inside me. Despite barely knowing me, his protectiveness was so incredibly sexy, and it was something I had craved without knowing the word for it.

I wanted to be cared for, to be wanted so badly that he was on the verge of insanity. From the look in his dark eyes when he shoved me away so he could strip out of his clothes, he was on the verge.

Shaking the water from my eyes, I did the same. Wrestling out of wet clothes was a lot harder than it looked and by the time I had kicked free of my pants, my skin was flaring hot from my impatience.

Just as I lifted my arms above my head to remove my t-shirt, Bailey surged forward and caught the sopping wet fabric. He bunched it in his hands, twisting the soaked material around my wrists and trapping my hands above my head against the cool tiles.

“You ready?” he panted against my mouth, his silver goatee brushing lightly against my jaw while he rocked his body into me.

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