Page 19 of Steel

Hissing at the electricity that spirals up my spine, my cock tunnels through my tight fist as she glides her hand down to her ripe cunt. She parts her folds, working her clit with her middle finger, and fire pools low in my abdomen.

“Want me to mark that pussy, baby girl?” I rasp.

“Yes,” she moans.

Time slows as ropes of cum shoot from my cock so hard that my body jerks with each squirt. My harsh groan of relief mixes with her quiet moans as she works herself to completion.

Like always, the sight of my cum covering her pussy holds me in thrall. There’s something so primitive and so goddamn sexy about it.

Honestly, it’s a selfish asshole move because it marks her as mine in private while I refuse to let her have anything more.

After the last three years of Heather’s toxic bullshit, I don’t want anything else. For the first time since Lyric was born, I’ve got freedom and no bitch claiming my dick. But if there was someone who could tempt me to give in, it would be Bailee fucking Sterling.

That means I’ve got to get her damn mess with the Night Skulls situated. Then she can go back to her life of luncheons andgalas, and I can go back to Friday night club parties and random bike runs that may or may not include bloodshed.

Ignoring the insidious voice in the back of my head telling me it won’t be that easy, I pull my briefs back up and tuck my soft cock away. There’s every intention of telling her this was a mistake, but when I look back up, the steady rise and fall of her chest signals that she’s fallen asleep.

My body softens as I gaze at her peaceful sleeping face.

I did that for her.

It was me who chased away her demons and helped her find enough calm that she could fall into a dreamless sleep.

Why the hell does that fill me with pride?

For the first time in I don’t know how long, I’m fucking terrified.

Gently scrambling from the bed, I rush to the bathroom for something to deal with the mess I left. Something to distract me from the direction my thoughts were going.

After cleaning my cum from her with a warm cloth, I pull her t-shirt back down and slide the ugly floral blanket over her. Unable to help myself, I reach down and brush a piece of hair from her face.

How the hell did someone with her soft heart and curious soul land smack dab in front of a rival club during a murder?

Taking on Killer and his club on my own would make me a very stupid person. Until I can assess how much trouble it will bring to the club, I have to be the smartest stupid person there is. I just fucking hope there’s no blowback on my club, my daughter, my pretty little Hummingbird, or me.

But considering the life I lead and the club that’s after her, it’s highly unlikely this will play out the way I hope.

Fucking Killer.

And fucking irresistible icy-eyed women.

Bringing nothing but fucking trouble to my life.

Good thing I’ve been itching to shed a little blood.

Chapter five

The musty scent ofleather and smoked wood, an earthy tone I’ve always associated with Steel, teases my nostrils each time I take a breath, coaxing me to wake from my sleep.

Seeing his normally hard face soft in sleep is something I could wake up to for the rest of my life. But since I’ll never get that opportunity, I soak it all up now before shoving it to the back of my mind where I keep all my memories of him. A lot of times, they’re too painful to face, but just like everyone else, I have moments of weakness where I pull them out and relive them.

I’m a glutton for punishment because all that ever ends up doing is giving me a heavy heart.

As my eyes roam over his face, I catalog the differences from the last time I saw him. A few more crinkles sit in the corners of his eyes, and there’s a tiny silver scar that runs through his right eyebrow, but it’s the way his lips kind of curl downward that is the biggest change. All the times I would wake up before him just so I could spend a few minutes storing memories, his lips never looked like he was fighting something. They were always soft and parted slightly.

I lift my hand, needing to touch him, but drop it instead.

Are they like that because of me? Did I make a mistake by calling him?

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