Page 32 of Steel

I shove my phone in my pocket and stand to rearrange my softening cock before heading into the kitchen to wash my hands.

I grab Lyric a glass of milk and heat up her chocolate chip cookie.

It’s not long after that she’s skipping in with her hairbrush and bottle of detangler. While she climbs onto the barstool, I situate her milk and cookie in front of her before grabbing the detangler.

Lyric munches happily on her late-night treat as I work the tangles out of her hair.

“Down or braided?” I ask.

She leans her head back to look up at me with a silly chocolate smile. “Braided, Daddy, like always.”

“Did you bring a ponytail holder?”

Lyric holds her wrist up to show me the purple band on it. “Always do.”

I gently tug her hair. “Smartass.” She smirks, and before she can even open her mouth, I slide another dollar from my pocket and smack it onto the counter. “I know.”

When I first started learning how to do her hair, we had more fails than we did successes. I refused to give up, though. I’d be damned if my princess would walk around looking a mess just because her dad kept letting fucking hair get the best of him.

Now, my fingers are quick as I fold the pieces of her hair together and secure it in place with the ponytail holder.

“We doin’ a book tonight?” I ask as I rinse out her cup and wipe down the counter.

“Yes. I got one from the school library.”

“Go climb in bed. I’ll finish up here and be there shortly.”

A few minutes later, I shut off the lights in the kitchen and lock up the house as I head to Lyric’s room.

I chuckle quietly when her head nods and her eyes flutter closed before she jerks back awake. “Goin’ to be awake enough to listen, Princess?”

She gives me a sleepy smile and a slow nod, so I tuck the blanket around her tightly.

“Like a burrito,” she murmurs.

“Like a burrito,” I confirm, dropping a kiss to her forehead.

Lyric has loved being in some form of a swaddle since the moment she was born. She can sleep without it, but it’s a lot more restless. The first time I tucked her in like this, she giggled and said she felt like a burrito. It’s been our thing ever since. Lyric let it slip one night that Heather doesn’t do it, so she has to roll into it herself. At first, I was pissed, but when I realized it was something that would stay ours, I was grateful that she didn’t, although I feel a little guilt knowing my little girl doesn’t get to sleep as well.

Of course, it was just another thing that Heather ended up resenting. Sometimes I wonder if she’s jealous of her owndaughter. I hate fucking thinking that way, but sometimes her actions support it.

I climb into bed beside Lyric and open the book. We only make it to the end of the first chapter before she is asleep.

Sliding the bookmark in place, I close the book and set it on the nightstand. I drop a kiss to her forehead and climb from the bed, flipping off the lamp on my way out.

My phone went off while I was reading to Lyric. I do my best to not have it in my hand when I’m with my daughter unless it’s important. Since they didn’t try to get a hold of me again, I was sure it could wait and didn’t bother with it until I settled into bed.

I grab it off the nightstand, where I’d put it after I undressed, and check the message app. There’s a few from the guys wanting to make sure I’m good because they haven’t heard from me since I left the club Friday night. I shoot off a quick group text letting them know I’m good and I’ll talk to them later, then I pull up Bailee’s message.

My dick hardens before I even press play.

It’s only a short forty-five second clip, but she catches the moment she squirts all over her hand, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen.

It always is.

After the first time she squirted all over my fingers, I made it my fucking mission to get her off so damn hard, she does every time I fuck her.

At the end of the video, she moves the camera to her flushed face. She peers into the lens with hooded eyes and smirks. “Your turn, bossman,” she purrs before the video goes black.

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