Page 49 of Steel

I stand there in a daze as my cock twitches inside her, expelling the last few drops of cum as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened. Things have always been hot as hell between us, but this was out of this goddamn world. Our chemistry has never been an issue. My girl loves pain as much as I love giving it to her. It gets us both off, but there’s something about us coming together this time that has thrown me off my game. It seems deeper, more connected, and I don’t know if I like it nor if I’m ready for it.

My skin tightens with the urge to run, but as I gaze at the blood dripping down her back, I know that I can’t be that big of a bastard. So, I do what I’m best at and lock the shit down so I can take care of her.

When I pull out, my cum leaks from her, and my cock twitches at the sight. Reaching out, I scoop it up and stuff it back inside, fucking her softly with my fingers.

“No more,” she whines.

I chuckle and pull away, slapping her ass as I do, and am rewarded with a moan. “How’s your pain?”

“I’m okay. It hurts, but it’s manageable. I’ll get some Tylenol, and I should be good.”

“Think you can handle a hot shower? Need to clean you up.”

“Yeah, Reva brought me a stool to sit on to shower.”

“I’ll carry you in there,” I murmur as I untie her wrists, working the circulation back into them.

I help her turn around so it’s easier for me to get a good hold of her, and then I lift her into my arms and carry her into the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet while I get the water the right temperature.

Allowing the familiar routine of her aftercare to comfort me, I try not to think too hard on our relationship and the new direction that I feel we’ve been moved into without me being ready for it.

Shit is moving too fast between us.

It was not supposed to go back to this, but I’ve never been able to resist the draw of Bailee fucking Sterling, and it seems nothing has changed there.

The question is, do I roll with it, or do I fight it?

I know what the fuck my dick wants to do.

But my head and my heart are at war with that appendage.

Chapter fourteen

I’m a boneless messin his arms as he carries me to the bathroom. I don’t think my legs would hold me up on their own at this point. They’re still twitching occasionally as I come down from the post-orgasmic high Steel always leaves behind. The bite mark between my neck and shoulder throb in time with my pulse, but it’s a delicious pain that will remind me of this time together. Steel runs so hot and cold all the damn time that I don’t know when or if this will happen again, so dealing with the little bit of pain from our sex is the price I’m willing to pay just to have that piece of him.

I scowl at my thoughts. He’s already turning me into the same pathetic mess as last time. That’s the one thing I promised myself I’d never be again.

He sets me down on the toilet so he can get the water going, and my back straightens. He wanted to leave a few minutes ago, but Steel won’t allow himself until he makes sure to take care of me. It’s a huge inconvenience in times like this because all we both want is for him to be gone. After the last time we were together, I want a relationship between us about as bad as hedoes. This part, the sex, has never been an issue. Steel and I have amazing chemistry. It’s the one thing that held him to me for so long. It had always been more for me, though I thought there was a time it was for him too, but then Heather got pregnant and it just became a toxic mess that left me brokenhearted in the end and left him with his little family.

Neither of us say much as he guides me into the shower and starts washing me up. I think we both realize there was something different about our coming together this time and neither of us know how to process it.

The honest truth is that I don’t think either of us know what we want from the other. One minute, he’s claiming me, saying I’m his, and then he’s pulling his cold bullshit and pulls away like what we have is nothing. As for me, I think if I had some reassurance that he wouldn’t fucking break me like he did before, if I knew he was in this all the way with me, I’d be more inclined to open myself up, heart and soul. The love I had for him is still there in my heart, strumming through my veins like a song written to call out for his own. I just had to shove it down after I made him leave the last time, otherwise, I’d have been a broken mess on my apartment floor and never been able to get up again.

Once he has me washed up, I grab the bodywash and look down at it with a smile before peering back up at him. “You’re going to smell like mint and vanilla.”

“Comfortable with my masculinity, babe,” he says, leaning his head under the spray to wet his hair and face.

As I’m washing his hair, he brings up the note that was left with Brooke. “Reva said I need to talk to you about the message. Said you freaked. What was on the note?”

My fingers pause before I lean his head back so I can rinse the shampoo from his hair. “Peek-a-boo, I see you. That’s what it said.”

“What’s your take? Connected to you?”

“That was my first thought,” I reply, scrubbing the bodywash into his beard.

“Don’t have a way to know for sure. Could be connected to the club. Much as I fuckin’ hate it, gonna have to keep an eye on shit until we know more.”

Steel climbs from the shower and grabs two fluffy black towels that are folded on the shelf above the toilet, quickly drying himself off with one before wrapping it around his waist. Then he holds the other out for me, and I step into it after shutting the water off.

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