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“Good girl,” I croon, scooting around on my knees so I can line my cock up.

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab a bottle of lube and squirt some all over my cock, using my hand to spread it along my length. I make sure to squirt some on her hole, lubing her up before pulling my fingers out and notching my cock at her asshole.

“Don’t make a fuckin’ sound,” I growl before stuffing my cock into her tight little hole.

Hell, I’d like to say I spent the next few hours riding my woman until she was raw and unable to walk. But I don’t last long once I’m seated inside her ass. It’s tight, hot, and convulses around me as darts of pleasure shoot through us.

So, instead of dragging it out like I want, I ride her ass hard, I ride it fast, and I ride it like I’m never going to get another chance to have it strangling my aching cock. I drown in the heat her ass smothers me in as I pump my hips harshly, the loud smacks of skin against skin singing through the room.

A few more pumps and I’m groaning my release into the skin of her neck.

After we catch our breaths, I pull out of her and go grab a warm washcloth. She’s lying on her side, her hands cuppedunder her cheek, her eyes closed. I don’t miss the tear that rolls down and hits the sheet.

I drop to a crouch beside the bed and cup her face in my palm. “Hummingbird, open those beautiful eyes. Need to make sure you’re okay.”

Her eyes open, clashing with mine, and the remorse in them tears through my skin and straight to my heart.

“I’m sorry,” she cries.

Fuck. She doesn’t have to explain what she’s saying sorry for.

“Baby girl, don’t fuckin’ apologize. I get it. It’s hard for you to believe my words when I ran so conflicted with you in the past. Never got anything steady from me, so you couldn’t trust anything I had to say. Need you to listen to me now. I’m yours, Bailee. Yours. Don’t want anyone else. Don’t fuckin’ need them. Just you. You done fucked my world up, baby girl. Don’t know where we’re goin’ or where we’ll land, but you’re mine and I’m yours.”

Bailee sniffles and pulls my hand to her mouth, placing a soft kiss against the palm. “Thank you.”

“Got you, baby girl. Always.” I brush my fingers over her lips before placing my mouth over them in a kiss that shows her, despite the hard life I live, I can be soft for her. “Goin’ to run you a bath. Then goin’ to make our girl some breakfast before I head to work.”

After making sure the temperature of the water is just right, I toss in one of those silly bath things I bought her and watch as it fizzes up and sends a riot of sweet, chocolatey smells wafting through the air.

Just imagining her skin smelling like this has my dick twitching.

I shut the water off and go grab her from the bed, lifting her into my arms. Placing her on her feet when we’re in front of the tub, I have her lift her arms and whip her shirt over her head.I toss it in the dirty clothes hamper before helping her into the tub.

Bailee settles into the water with a sigh. I stay for a few minutes more, making sure my woman is situated before grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt from my dresser.

Lyric is surprisingly still snoozing in her bed when I stop by to check on her, so I carry on to the kitchen to get started on breakfast for my girls. It’s not often I get to spoil them. Hell, it’s not often I got it in me to spoil. So, I take advantage of the mood I’m feeling.

When I get to the kitchen, I head to the fridge to grab the eggs, milk, a can of biscuits, and bacon. I’m not a damn chef, but I can whip up some good shit for breakfast for my girls. Bailee doesn’t eat eggs much, but I know all the times I’ve seen her do it, they’ve always been scrambled with cheese. Exactly how Lyric likes hers. I fucking love their similarities, and it breaks my damn heart that my girl never had someone like Bailee as her mother. Thankful as fuck she’s got her in her life now.

Bailee comes in not long after and wraps her arms around me from behind, placing a kiss to the middle of my back. “It smells good in here, bossman.”

“Just food, baby girl.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never had anyone who wasn’t our chef make me food before,” she replies quietly before brushing her lips against my back again and stepping away. “What do you need help with?”

I turn from whisking the gravy and anchor an arm around her to pull her back to me. She angles her face up, knowing what I’m seeking before I say anything. I cover her mouth with mine and take a few sips from her before I pull away. “Nothin’. Sit your ass at the counter and give me something pretty to look at while I finish this up.”

“I don’t remember her sleeping this long before. Do you think she’s okay, Jericho?”

Before I turn to her, I make sure to flip off the burner to the gravy. The timer for the biscuits goes off as I’m doing that, so I pull them from the oven and set them on the cooling rack on the counter. Only after I make sure I’m not going to fuck up breakfast do I turn to her.

“She’s usually up by now. Surprised me too when she wasn’t up before us. Yesterday did a lot of damage to her. She had to see something she’s never had to witness before, and it was someone she loves deeply doin’ it. I think it fucked with her head. Would with anyone, I imagine. She talked to you, that’s good. Usually, she’s like me and keeps shit in. You give her what she needs.”

Bailee chews on her lip, her fingers tapping against the countertop. “Should I go wake her up, you think?”

“Think she’d like that, Hummingbird.”

Her head bobs, and she scrambles from the seat, hurrying out of the kitchen. Bailee loves Lyric as much as I do and wants to make everything better for her.

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