Page 17 of Steel

“Few months now.”

“Why didn’t you come to me? Or call and tell me?”

“Why the hell do you think I would? It ain’t been like that between us for three fuckin’ years, Bailee. Your decision. Not fightin’ to stay where I’m not wanted and not stayin’ celibate when I’m free as fuck.”

Dammit.

The hurt in her eyes makes my skin tighten, but I’ve never lied to her, and I ain’t about to start now, no matter how much it hurts her. I may omit shit, but I’ll never lie.

She sniffles, and my muscles ripple as I fight the need pounding through my veins to pull her into my arms and erase the hurt I’ve inflicted.

“A decision you left me with no option to make, Steel. I deserved more than third place. I deserved to have someone chooseme. To fight forme. To loveme. You were never going to do that. I was a convenience for you. Every time you and Heather broke up, you ran to me because you knew I’d stupidly be waiting. The sad thing is, it’s never been me you wanted. I’ve always been a stand-in for the one you couldn’t have, and we both know it. So, yeah, Steel, it was my decision to step away from something that had become toxic, but if youwould havefought, I’d have given in because I cared about you more than was healthy.”

The more she speaks, the tighter my jaw gets and the more I grind my teeth. She’s spewing goddamn nonsense, but if I open my mouth now, I’m going to light into her ass and not let up until she realizes how asinine her assumptions about me and my feelings are.

Didn’t make her feel any other way, though, did you?

“Go to fuckin’ sleep,” I order gruffly, rolling to my back and throwing an arm over my eyes while I beat back my anger.

The fucked-up part is that my dick hasn’t deflated. If anything, it’s gotten harder at her fire, still hoping it gets to slide into some wet heat.

“I can’t,” she says softly.

“Just close your eyes, Hummingbird.”

The room settles into quietness except for an occasional frustrated sigh and her restless movements.

I debate for all of two seconds on what to do, but then her whimper fucking burrows inside my soul.

That sound makes my decision easier. I know what it’s like to watch a life be taken. I was nineteen when I saw Ratchet kill someone, and the only thing that helped when those demons chased me in the night was alcohol, pussy, and weed.

Rolling to my side, I place my hand on her hip, my fingers caressing her bare skin.

“Still can’t sleep?” I murmur.

“No. I just keep seeing Swirly’s terrified face every time I close my eyes.”

I carefully roll her to her back. “Won’t fuck you, babe, but I’ve been missin’ the taste of that juicy pussy on my tongue. The only pussy I enjoy eatin’.”

Climbing to my knees at her feet, I situate her so that her injured leg is elevated, then I spread her leg until her trimmed pussy is laid out before me. Her shirt bunches above her hips, leaving her bottom half bare to me.

“Such an enticing, plump pussy,” I croon, running a finger through her slit.

Her hips jerk when my finger brushes against her clit.

Bailee cries out in pleasure when I smack her pussy and give her a stern look. “You don’t be still, I’ll stop. I need to stop, or are you goin’ to behave and make my face all messy like the filthy good girl you are?”

The icy blue hue of her eyes darkens and goes liquid with ecstasy. A pretty shade of crimson creeps up her neck and into her cheeks.

“I’ll behave. Please, bossman. Eat my pussy and let me make you messy.”

My cock swells so much that the confines of my briefs strangle it uncomfortably. If I take them off, there’s nothing stopping mefrom burying myself inside her, so I rearrange him enough that the pressure eases.

“My dirty little Hummingbird,” I murmur as I settle onto my stomach.

Those pretty, glistening folds are a siren’s call. They lure me in with the promise of assuaging a greedy hunger that never goes away.

Ravenously, I answer their summons and bury my face in her pussy.

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