Page 11 of Steel

Jerking around, I crowd her until she’s resting back against the wall. “Exaggeratin’? There was no fuckin’ color in your skin. You were unconscious and your pulse was faint. Got two gunshot wounds and lost more blood than I’m comfortable with. So, tell me, Lee . . . the fuck is exaggerated about that?”

She stares up at me through eyes brimming with heat. Her stare drops to my lips before coming back to mine, and the tension between us raises a notch. A pretty scarlet warms her neck and slowly spreads up her cheeks.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, grasping the back of her neck and yanking her to meet my mouth halfway.

The first taste of her in three fucking years hits me like a shot of whiskey straight to my dick. Fire burns through me, and if it wasn’t for the danger we’re in, I’d rip those goddamn jeans from her again and bury my aching cock inside her so fast. But since we are in danger, I take one more taste of her tongue before pulling away.

“Always lose my fuckin’ head around you.”

Tugging her along behind me, my eyes scan our surroundings as I guide us to my Bronco. I almost wish someone would come at us because then I’d work this fucking energy from my system.

Bailee is in and out of it as I drive us to the hotel. The pain medicine I gave her is one of the strongest we have at the club, and I know from experience that it works. It’s not one that makes you drowsy, but toss it in with a shit-ton of exhaustion and an adrenaline crash and anyone would fall asleep.

When I pull up at the front of the hotel, I brush my fingers along her cheek, slowly coaxing her awake. It takes a few minutes, but then she’s blinking up at me.

My throat tightens at the look in her eyes that she’s unable to hide in her vulnerable state. It’s the same emotion she had in them when we were together and she was begging me to stay.

Fuck.I’ve got to get her problem taken care of so I can disappear from her life again. She doesn’t need to be weighed down by a man who will never be able to give her what she wants.

I lift the extra gun I keep in here so she can see it. “You know how to use one of these?”

Bailee straightens, her eyes clearing at the seriousness in my voice. “Yeah. Reed made sure I knew how.”

“Got to go in here and get us a room. Don’t want you on your leg any more than you need to be until I can get the doctor here. We’re right in front of the entrance, so I’ll be able to see you, but I still need you to keep this just in case.”

She takes it from me and runs through her own check, proving to me that she does indeed know what she’s doing.

“Won’t be long, Hummingbird.”

Once I have the room key in hand, I pull the Bronco a couple spots down from our room. If someone comes looking for it, they’ll think to check in the room it’s parked in front of first. A few seconds can sometimes mean the difference between life or death.

I wait until Bailee is settled in the bed before I step outside and find the shadows to the left of the door. Pulling up the number I’ve had no need to use until now, I place the call.

Leaning my head back against the wall, my eyes roam the parking lot and the streets beyond it while the line rings in my ear.

“Steel?” the weary male voice answers.

“Doc. Callin’ in that favor.”

He spits out a curse that makes my lips twitch. “When?”

“Now.” I rattle off the location. “Got twenty minutes.”

“That doesn’t give me much time, dammit. I have to make sure I have the supplies.”

“Do what you gotta do. You got twenty.”

“Fine. I’ll be there.”

This time I do smile. “Don’t have a choice. Oh, and Tom, your lips stay shut about where you’re goin’ and who you’re seein’. Loose lips tend to get sewn up nice and pretty.”

I don’t know what the fuck I’ve waded into here, but until I can get the story from Bailee, we’ve got to lay low. If another club is involved, I need as much information as I can get before I bring this to the club. We’ve got enough going on with Crow’s shit and our people being targeted that I don’t want to take shit to them until I know what the hell is going on. It might be that I can take care of whatever it is without having to involve them, then they can stay focused on the current threats.

With a heavy exhale, I shove away from the wall and scope out the perimeter one last time before heading back inside to the one woman who has had me tied-up for the last seven fucking years.

How the hell am I supposed to spend the night in the same room as her and not want to bury my cock inside her warm pussy?

Weak.

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