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Chapter thirteen

When I got the phone 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 the apartment, 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.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” I mutter, leaning back to watch, as I continue to glide my fingers in and out of her.

Once there’s nothing more than a few drips leaking from her cunt and she’s giving quiet little whimpers as her hips chase my fingers, I pull them out of her and bring them to my mouth.

The moment her taste bursts across my tongue, I groan with wicked delight. “Sweetest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever tasted, baby girl.”

Releasing my hold on her neck, I help pull her shirt over her head, another groan leaving me when her perky tits bounce free. I cup the luscious globes in my hands and drop my mouth to them, sucking in a pebbled nipple. After toying and teasing with that one, I move to the other and suck it deep, twirling my tongue around it before pulling away with one last nip.

“Don’t think there’s a part of your body I don’t love,” I mutter, dropping her tits and reaching behind my head to grab the back of my shirt.

Bailee rests against the back of the couch and watches me through hooded eyes, her tongue sneaking out occasionally to swipe across her lips as if she’s dying to peek at what’s hidden beneath. She chooses to get impatient and reaches out to undo my jeans. Any other time, I’d enjoy the hell out of her impatience, but the moment her hand brushes my dick, a coldness shoots to my core.

Not thinking, my hand snaps out and anchors around her wrist tighter than normal. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

Her eyes widen, but she isn’t scared, her trust that I won’t physically harm her on purpose absolute.

I finish pulling my shirt over my head and look at her with wicked eyes and a carnal smile. Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, I grab her other hand in mine and carefully flip her around. I snag my shirt with my teeth so I can free up both hands and gather hers at the base of her back, crossing them at the wrists. Using my shirt as a restraint, I weave it around her wrists and in between her hands before tying the ends together and pulling them snuggly, making sure she can’t get out unless I choose to release her.

Leaning down, I lick a trail from where her hands are crossed at the top of her ass up the base of her spine, leaving sharp little bites and suckles along the way. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, and her hips undulate against the couch as her ass brushes against the thick bulge behind my jeans.

“Jericho,” she whines.

I sink my teeth into the skin of her neck as I slide one hand between us to reach my jeans. The heat of her pussy scorches my skin as I work the button and zipper loose. Bailee rubs against the couch, trying to find some relief to the ache that’s built up inside her again.

My neck heats in pleasure as I watch the bottom half of her dance over the faux leather, working her pussy but still not finding the amount of friction she’s searching for.

Releasing my hold on her restrained hands, I drop my palm against her ass cheek, the crack echoing through the living room. I love the way the globe bounces and turns a pretty shade of pink with my handprint. “Keep grindin’ that cunt against the couch. You stop, you don’t get a release. Understood?” When she doesn’t answer me, I lie across her back, my hard cock snuggled against her ass. I’m careful of her injury as I curl one hand around the front of her to reach her throat and lift her head until my lips brush her ear. “Said, am I fuckin’ understood?”

My lips latch onto the skin of her neck and suck it into my mouth until I’m satisfied that my claim of ownership is left behind.

“Yes, bossman. Keep moving until you tell me to stop,” she says breathlessly.

“Good girl,” I purr. “Move that pretty cunt, baby. I want to see this couch glistenin’ with your juices.”

I turn her head and claim her lips, stealing my way inside and tangling my tongue with hers. Our mouths attack each other in hunger, as if we’ve starved ourselves for too long and won’t be satisfied until we’re no longer famished.

That’s never going to happen. I’ll always be ravenous when it comes to the woman writhing under me.

Bailee whimpers into my mouth as she grinds against the soft leather cushioning, and I twirl my hips and give a gentle thrust to give her more friction.

Yanking my mouth from hers, I release her throat and watch as her torso drops and she buries her face while she continues to work herself.

I wrap my hand around my throbbing length, gliding my palm over it roughly in time with her movement. My eyes stay glued to the spot between her thighs, where I can see her juices glistening on the black leather and on her skin.

Her moans get louder as she works her hips faster, and I reach down to grab hold of my balls to stave off the release that wants to erupt from them. I’m not fucking ready yet. I’m nowhere near finished with my pretty little Hummingbird.

Moving my hands to her hips, I use my hold to control her speed and direction, dropping down to my knees behind her. My fingers dig into the skin of her hips as I guide her away from the couch and toward my face, taking delight in her whine of frustration.

She’s not open enough to me, and I want to be able to feast on her with abandon, so I remove a hand and place it in the middle of her back to help her arch enough over the couch. It opens her thighs and spreads that gorgeous glistening cunt to my gaze.

“Pain?” I ask, unable to remove my eyes from my destination.

“I’m supposed to be in pain?” she asks with a breathless laugh.

Even though I want to smile at her sassiness, I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of her ass in reprimand. “Unless you want me to stop and make you watch me get myself off without allowin’ you the same, suggest you give me an honest answer, Hummingbird.”

Bailee lifts her head and glances over her shoulder to where I’m kneeling behind her, sweat and hunger shining on her face. Her eyes shoot sparks at me, nearly incinerating me on the spot, and the look makes my cock ache. She’s always so soft and loving, so when she lets out her rowdy side, I fucking love it. It makes me so goddamn hot that I’m half tempted to rip her clothes off and bury my cock in her wet heat no matter where the hell we are.

“It’s at four,” she grits out as she twirls her hips, still trying to appease the hunger that is gnawing at her.

Shooting her a wink, I gently slide my arm under her injured leg and lift it so it lays over the back of the couch. “Let’s see how well you can stand on one foot.”

As soon as I have her in place and make sure she’s not in any pain, I grab hold of her restrained hands and use them to yank her to my mouth. My tongue delves straight in, flicking and teasing her clit.

Her movements are desperate as she chases my tongue, needy little cries pouring past her kiss-swollen lips. The liquid heat that drips onto my tongue is so fucking divine that if I believed in the afterlife, she’d be the celestial being I’d follow willingly. It’s so euphoric, I’m drunk on her taste.

I’m so fucking obsessed with her flavor that I bury my face farther into her messy cunt so I can bathe in it.

Bailee Sterling is a motherfucking opiate that I have no damn desire to kick.

My Hummingbird rides my face like I ride my bike—fast, free, and with abandon.

The leg she’s standing on shakes as her release approaches, and I eat her cunt as if it’s the last thing I’m going to have before I’m buried six feet under.

I bite down on her clit, causing her to cry out. Her knee buckles as her hot honey fills my mouth. Before she has the chance to hit the ground and hurt herself, I grab hold of that leg and set it over. Her torso is the only thing resting on the couch as I support the rest of her weight.

“No more, bossman. Fuck, no more,” she pleads when I suck her clit into my mouth.

Placing her injured leg on the back of the couch as I climb to my feet, I step between her thighs. When I go to drop her other one, she wraps it behind my knee as best as she can to help keep her balance.

My cock brushes against her sopping pussy as I tangle my hand into her hair and wrap it around my fist.

She glances at me over her shoulder when I pull her head back, and her eyes go hazy with that hot longing I’m so damn familiar with. “God, I made a mess of your face, and it looks so hot on you.”

I shoot back a scorching look as I line my cock up to her entrance and switch the hand that’s holding her hair so I can help hold her leg around me. “It tastes just as fucking hot, baby girl. One of my favorite fucking tastes in this world.” I tighten my fingers in her hair so I have her attention. “You start to feel any pain, tell me. Understood?”

“I hear you, bossman. Now, shut up and fuck—”

She lets out a scream when I slam inside her, cutting off the rest of her words. Using my hold on her hair and her leg, I set up a punishing rhythm as I fuck her into the couch.

Closing my eyes, I drop my head back with a groan as I piston my hips, burying my cock inside her wet cunt over and over. It feels better than I fucking remember it ever being, the way she wraps around my length, hugging it tight and refusing to let me out of her.

Three goddamn years of not being inside this woman . . . how the fuck did I ever manage to keep my sanity? Bailee’s sweet cunt is heaven to a devilish sinner like me, and it’s the one place I wouldn’t mind spending eternity.

“Fuckin’ Christ. You’re burnin’ me alive, baby girl.” I snap my hips forward, ramming my cock into her ferally.

I release her leg and drop my hand to one ass cheek and then the other. “Cunt is a greedy little bitch, stranglin’ my cock, beggin’ me to feed her my cum, ain’t she?”

“So greedy,” Bailee moans.

The air turns dark and sinful around us as I lean over her back, sucking her skin into my mouth and leaving bite marks behind. I rut into her animalistically, wanting to paint her insides and mark her with my scent so everyone knows she’s mine.

Tortuous cries pour from her lips as she begs me for more. The living room fills with the scent of sex and the sounds of her wet arousal as my hips roll into hers.

My lips, tongue, and teeth leave a trail of marks behind as I make my way to that spot I fucking love, right where her shoulder and neck meet.

My Hummingbird is babbling incoherently, her body shaking as she pleads with me to give her a release.

Clamping my teeth into her skin, I bite down as I sneak my hand under her hips to reach her clit. The saltiness of her sweat blends with the tangy copper of her blood as I break the skin at the same time I pinch her clit between my fingers.

Her cunt grabs hold of my cock in a vise grip as she screams out her release. I grunt against her skin as I give shallow, tight thrusts, fucking her through her orgasm as fire pools low in my abdomen.

“Give me another one,” I demand when I release her skin.

“Bite me again,” she begs brokenly as she shoves back, meeting my thrusts.

Wanting to chase the waves of fire licking up my spine, I do as she asks and lock my teeth onto her again. Her nails dig into my abdomen, drawing my balls up tightly, and when I pinch her clit tighter, I yank another shattering orgasm from her.

As soon as her cunt starts milking me again, I jerk my mouth away, throw my head back, and let out a guttural roar as ropes of cum shoot from my cock and paint her insides, marking her with my scent and claiming her as mine, even though it’s not what I’m prepared for.

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.