Page 46 of Steel

When I got thephone call from Wraith that I needed to head over to Sinful Saloon because someone attacked one of the girls, my fucking heart dropped to my stomach. I didn’t ask who it was in case it would give something away.

Blade, Boar, Jagger, Hash, and I were the closest since we were checking out another issue the club was having with something not far from here. Boar had to swing out and grab Kiwi, but she was at her clinic, so it was only about another five minutes before they joined us. The whole ride there, my mind was on Bailee, and I kept hoping she was okay and that she wasn’t the one who ended up getting hurt. Then I’d get pissed at myself for worrying about her, which then pissed me off more, because if I wasn’t so worried about waking up to Heather sucking my dick, I wouldn’t have stayed away for so long and would have been there to help.

It takes longer than I like to deal with Brooke, gather all the information we can from the cameras, which was absolutely fucking shit, and get it over to Jake, the Chief of Police. Reva reassured me that Bailee’s okay and waiting down in theapartment, but until I’m able to see her myself, this unsettled feeling inside me isn’t going away.

Farryn explained about the rose and the note, saying I should ask Bailee about her thoughts because she caught the expression on Lee’s face when she read it out loud. Can’t really blame her for thinking what she did, since my mind went to the same place. Playing games isn’t what Killer does, though. He doesn’t toy with his prey. He goes in straight away and either kills them right off or steals them away to torture them for whatever nefarious reason he has. Hell, probably for his own pleasure half the fucking time. I’m not going to discount that this could be connected to Bailee, but it seems to fit more with what’s going on with Crow. Jagger will find something if that’s so. Tweek is on another job, and since he’s our resident computer whiz, we needed to bring along our backup. Jagger is just as good. Sometimes the kid even teaches Tweek shit.

Jagger joined the club after we rescued him not long ago. He was in a hell that would have broken most people, but he’s used it to make himself into a different person. It’s turned him a bit harder, a bit colder, but he didn’t let it break him, so I suppose that means something. Hopefully, he doesn’t let that cold seep into his core before he gets a chance to experience some warmth. That’d be fucking sad.

It’s hours before we’re able to finish with all this shit and Wraith is satisfied enough that we’re cleared to go home. I tell the others to head out and I’ll stay behind to lock up after I check in with Reva.

After locking the doors, I make sure to shut off the interior cameras from the office but keep the outside ones running, so I’ll be alerted if anyone tries coming up on the building to surprise us.

Tingles roam restlessly throughout my body as I head toward the apartments and the woman waiting for me.

I’m tired of fighting this pull to her. My mind never strays far, and my body is in a perpetual state of need. Fighting it only makes the hunger worse. It’s been like this from the moment I saw her, but this time, there’s so much more burning under the surface. It’s fucking terrifying. I don’t want or need anything more.

And I know I won’t walk away.

Yet, I should, mainly for Lyric’s sake. When I talked to her about the three of us being a family again, she said she might be okay with it. I don’t love Heather, and spending the last seven years with her were fucking miserable outside of being with my little girl. Anytime we’ve tried to make it work, we’ve failed.

Fuck.

I feel like a broken record. I’ve never been so damn indecisive in my fucking life, but when it comes to what’s best for my daughter, I ain’t got a damn clue what’s the right choice.

Everything inside me is drawn to the woman I’m heading for now, and when I think about attempting to make it work with Heather, my gut churns so violently that I have to steady myself against the wall for a few seconds.

“Fuck this shit.”

With a growl, I smack my hands against the wall and straighten my spine before locking down all thoughts in my head until the only thing remaining is my need to fuck and claim my Hummingbird.

As soon as Bailee opens the door at my knock, I wrap one hand around her throat and place the other on her hip to walk her backward into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind me.

Her injury stays at the front of my mind, but right now, I burn so fucking hot for her that not much is going to slow me down. “Pain level?” I ask gruffly.

“Two,” she replies breathlessly.

My fingers flex around her neck. “Got your pain meds?”

When she’s resting against the back of the couch, I use the hand at her hip to slide her shorts down, and once they’re at her ankles, I grab them with my booted foot and kick them away.

Delighted to find she has nothing on underneath, my hand seeks out the wet heat between her thighs. I run my fingers through her folds to lubricate them with her sweet juices before moving to her clit.

“Yes,” she gasps, arching her back and pushing her pussy against my seeking fingers.

“Mmm,” I hum. “Good girl. Goin’ to need them by the time I finish with you.”

Her body shakes with each swipe of my finger against her little nub. “Tell me if the pain becomes too much?” When she doesn’t answer, I pinch her clit between my fingers, eliciting a sharp, pleasurable gasp from her. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she mewls, digging her nails into my forearms.

I reward her by thrusting two of my fingers inside. There’s beauty in watching the way her eyes go hazy with ecstasy any time I’m pleasuring her. I’m not easy on her. I’m too fucking greedy for her release, too hungry for the feel of her juices running down my hand. I fuck her as aggressively with my fingers as I want to be with my cock.

My digits power into her, and I hook them so they’re hitting that spot right behind her clit that’s guaranteed to give me all her delicious cum I crave. I tighten my hand around her throat and stare down into her face as that desperate look creeps into her eyes like it does every time her orgasm gets close.

“Fuck, baby girl. Sweet little cunt is burnin’ my fingers alive. Want to feel you drippin’ from them. Gonna soak me, Hummingbird?” I piston them inside her so harshly that the palm of my hand smacks against her clit with each thrust. “Squirt all over me, baby girl. Soak ‘em good so I can lick ‘em clean.”

She pulsates around my fingers, and with a guttural cry, she shatters, her body shaking as that sweet liquid ambrosia gushes from her cunt, soaking my fingers, hand, and part of my shirt and jeans.

---