Page 26 of Steel

Guilt churns in my stomach when I think about how I’m keeping Bailee a secret from the club for now, but like I told Bailee, I won’t keep it from them for long.

My gut sours, so I grab my beer and suck the bitter liquid down to try to cover it up.

“I want it on record that I don’t like this,” Reva insists.

“Noted.” I take another pull from the bottle. “Put her on as a cocktail waitress once she’s able to stand and walk around.”

Reva smiles, and I know from experience that she’s fixing to cause trouble. I narrow my eyes in warning, but she ignores it and flutters her lashes.

“We’re down a dancer. No one would think to look for her up there in the spotlight. Plus, we’ll be able to hide her better.” She runs her eyes over Bailee. “Girl would make a killing up there.”

My grip tightens around the bottle. “Not fuckin’ happenin’.”

Reva smirks at my growled words, happy with the reaction she got from me.

Bailee isn’t so pleased.

“And why the hell not? I know how to dance, and it’s not like I’m shy about my body. I’m sure my dear father would be so proud that I’m using those dance classes to bare my body to a roomful of horny men.”

My body turns toward her, and my hand shoots out on reflex to wrap around her slender throat. I use my hold to tilt her head back until she’s looking up at me. Her eyes are carefully blank, but I don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“You’re mine for the time being, Hummingbird. No other man will see your body unless I give you permission to show them.” Leaning down, I skim my nose up her jawline until my lips are resting at her ear. “If you do, I’ll fuckin’ gut them and then fuckyou on top of their bloody corpse until you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

I’m sure she doesn’t think I can hear the moan she lets out, but that son of a bitch goes straight to my cock. It throbs behind the confines of my jeans, and I’m half tempted to pull her onto my lap and make her ride me into oblivion.

The only thing stopping me is the gunshot wound on her thigh. Doesn’t stop me from letting her see all the wicked promises in my eyes when I pull back, though.

A small shiver takes over her body as a slow smile curls her lips. “And what about a woman?” she asks, her eyes traveling over to Reva before coming back to me. “Can I show them my body, bossman?”

Images flash in my mind of Bailee tangled up in a sweaty mess with Reva, and my cock drips in hunger. Never really been attracted to Reva. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I’m a man, so if she had tried to fuck in the past and I wasn’t hooked to Heather or Bailee, I’d have bounced her off my cock. But she never made a move, and neither did I. Even now, thinking about those two together, the only thing turning me on about it is watching Bailee and the pleasure she’d receive.

Would it be hot as hell watching her fuck Reva? Damn straight. Would I ever allow it? Possibly, if it’s something Bailee really wanted. It’s not something I’m going to actively seek out.

My Hummingbird is enough for me.

Curiosity gets the best of me. “Ever been with a woman before, Hummingbird?”

“A few,” she admits huskily. “I’m not picky. If I’m attracted to them and I’m free, I’m game to get a little dirty.” She moves her head closer to mine, which tightens my hold around her throat. “You like getting dirty, bossman?”

“Lucky we got more important shit to do, baby girl. I’d show you just how dirty I like to get here in front of fuckin’ everybody.”Heat flashes in her hooded eyes, and I chuckle wickedly. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, filthy girl? Like the thought of me abusin’ that pretty little cunt while everyone watches.”

As soon as I hear her whimper of agreement, I pull her in so I can cover her mouth in a short but heated kiss.

“You’re so confusing,” she says when I pull away. “One minute, I’m yours, and the next, you’re pushing me away. We’re on another fucking merry-go-round, Steel.”

I drop my hand so fast, as if her skin has suddenly caught fire and burned me.

Fuck. She’s right. I’m pulling us right back into the toxic bullshit.

Sitting back, I turn away from her and back to Reva, who is now watching us with curious eyes set behind furrowed brows.

“No dancin’. She works the floor, or she stays in the damn apartment. Am I understood?”

Reva nods. “Understood.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out, my bad mood worsening as my ex’s name pops up.

HEATHER

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