Page 115 of Steel

I untangle her from me and toss her onto the mattress, my eyes eating up the way her tits bounce freely when I do.

Fuck. I think she’s the most exquisite fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my damn life. Her beauty goes deeper than just surface level shit, and I believe that’s what makes me crave her more. The last seven years, I’ve been with someone who is vapid and shallow and loves herself and her drugs more than she does her kid. Bailee barely knows my daughter, but I can guaran-fucking-tee that she’d step in front of a bullet meant for her without hesitation. Something not even her own mother would do. It’s tough to admit that, but it’s about time I did.

“Come here, bossman. Let me help you get rid of those shadows in your eyes,” Bailee purrs, spreading her legs and showing off her pretty bruised cunt.

My cum still glistens on her folds, making the beast rise up inside me and roar. The hunger clawing at my insides, yanks on its leash, demanding I sate it by climbing between her thighs and stuffing her full with my cock.

Climbing onto the bed, I scoop her legs up into my hands as I go, spreading her wide as I slide into her.

It’s easy to get lost inside her, which is what I do for the next while until we’re both dropping to the bed in exhaustion hours later.

Bailee rests her head on the back of her palm on my chest, her leg thrown over mine, her other hand playing with the hair on my chest as we catch our breath. Her eyes roam over my face in a warm caress.

She’s trying to peek into my mind, and I don’t care this time because there’s only one direction it’s gone.

“You’re worried about her. Why don’t you just call, Steel?” she asks quietly, her breath brushing over my skin.

I trail my fingers up and down her bare back as I think about her question. “Tryin’ to trust Heather.”

Bailee’s fingers stop digging through my hair as she moves her hand to grasp my beard and hold my face where she wants it. “You listen to me, bossman. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you having trust issues when it comes to that woman. She’s never given you a reason to, and after what she did to you . . .” She trails off, her jaw clenching as she works through her anger on my behalf. “If you’re feeling the need to call and check on our girl, you fucking do that, you understand me?” she ends fiercely.

I work my jaw back and forth as I hold her eyes, fighting against her words, telling myself that it’s never going to work if I don’t trust Heather. But it’s hard to combat the truth that was in them.

She must see the defeat in my eyes because she smiles and lifts to brush her mouth against mine. “I’ll grab your phone.”

While she runs into the living room to grab my cell, I climb from the bed and grab a pair of gray sweats from my drawer. Bailee comes strutting back in, and the confident way she wears her skin fucking sets me on fire. She hands over my phone before lifting to her toes and brushing her lips against the underside of my jaw. Then she grabs one of my t-shirts from the drawer to pull over her head, hiding all those delicious curves from me.

“Call her. I’m going to find a snack and snuggle in bed with a movie. I’ll be there if you need me.”

When she goes to leave, I reach out and grasp her wrist to keep her from leaving. “We’ll call together.”

A burst of happiness flashes in her eyes before she shutters them. She may hide it in her eyes, but she can’t keep it out of the small smile she blesses me with.

Bailee grabs my hand and tugs me behind her over to the bed, climbing in and settling crossed-legged in the middle. Once I’m settled back against the headboard, I dial the number to the phone I gave Lyric before she left today and put it on speaker.

“Daddy,” Lyric answers happily.

“Hey, Princess,” I reply with a chuckle. “Havin’ a good time?”

“Yep,” she chirps. “I’m watching a movie with Gina while Mommy went out to get treats.”

My body tightens and my hand clenches around the phone at the name. “You’re there alone with Regina?”

Bailee leans over and places her hand on my knee to try to calm the rage and discomfort she can feel coming off me. I could tell her it’s no use, that I’ve never trusted Regina fromthe moment Heather introduced me and that she’s no good for Heather or Lyric. But the calming sensation that creeps through my veins under Bailee’s touch, easing the tension Lyric’s words caused, would call me a liar. So, I let her touch do its thing so I can focus on my daughter and make sure she’s safe.

Lyric giggles, and it works in tandem with Bailee’s touch to continue loosening the malevolent emotions running through me. “I’m okay, Daddy.”

“Promise?” I ask gruffly.

“Yes,” she replies, dragging out the word and causing my lips to twitch at her sass.

“All right, Princess. You know to call me if you need me, right?”

Lyric huffs. “Yes, Daddy.”

I chuckle. “Need anything?”

“Nope. I’m okay, Daddy. You and Bee have fun.”

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