“I’m not your fucking father, so don’t always compare me to him when things seem fucked up to you. And my version of respect isn’t a double standard. I treat you with respect. I said something about Chenoa not being your kid and you got all fucking bent out of shape. Why the hell didn’t you answer my text?”
“I just figured you didn’t want me around Chenoa since she wasn’t my daughter.”
He snorted. “Bullshit. It’s more like you were pouting and trying to punish me for saying something you didn’t like. I don’t go in for games, baby. If I don’t like something, I’m gonna tell you. If I like something, I’m gonna tell you. You’re acting childish as fuck.”
Her mouth twisted into a grimace. “I was only concerned because I don’t want the department to revoke Chenoa living with you. It’s a very real thing that can happen. Then you tell me not to worry since she’s not mine. Since when do people have to be related in order to care about them? Idocare about Chenoa, and I did even before I met you. So your remark was fucking stupid.”
The scalding anger which had been coursing through his veins earlier began to seep out, a radiating warmth slowly replacing it. He swung her into his arms and held her tightly while she twisted to get free.
“Let me go,” she huffed, her face red.
“No,” he said softly. Her upper lip curled in disdain. “Don’t give me that look, baby. I’m admitting that I may have said something to piss you off, but you need to talk to me about it instead of ignoring me.”
“Can’t you just say you’re sorry? Is it that hard?”
“I sent you a text,” he said curtly.
“You mean the lame one that said youmayhave said something you didn’t mean.” She laughed dryly. “Didn’t do it for me.”
Why the fuck do I want this woman? She irritates the hell outta me.“I told you I don’t play games.”
“I’m not playing games. This is about owning something you did that hurt me. If you can’t do that, then we have a real problem.”
“What the fuck do you want from me?” he asked in a low voice taut with anger.
“An apology.” Her gaze held his.
“Fuck, woman.” Apologizing wasn’t his style. He’d make up for shit he was sorry he said or did through actions, not words. Maybe it was because when he was growing up, his father used to make him apologize for being a bastard every time he whipped him with a belt or tree branch. “I owned it. You fucking know that. Saying a few words doesn’t mean shit.” He inhaled sharply. “When I was growing up, my dad always made a shitload of promises to all of us and never fucking delivered. Not once.” He remembered how his dad would tell his mom how much he loved her, but he treated her like shit most of the time. Steel lived in a world of action and few words. Actions were the reflection of a person’s heart and soul; words were cheap knockoffs.
Breanna stroked his cheek. It was as if she felt the pain from his childhood, and she understood. “I know,” she whispered. She clasped her hand behind his neck and pulled his face to hers, kissing him with such tenderness that it took him aback.
“Oh, baby.” He tugged her closer and held her snugly as he kissed her passionately. “Never doubt that I love you. You’re very important to me and Chenoa.”
“Thanks for that. And you’re right, I acted silly. I should’ve told you how I felt.”
“It’s in the past. I want you to come back to my place. I need you, baby.” He cupped her ass and squeezed her rounded cheeks. He could squeeze her fine butt all day long. He’d never been so crazy in love with any woman the way he was with her.
“What about Chenoa?” she whispered between kisses.
“She’s cool. She likes that we’re together. I want you to spend the night. I’m tired of waking up without you next to me.”
“Me too. I’ve missed you so much.” She pillowed her head against his shoulder. “I’ll go over tonight, but first I have to show her my new eyeshadows. She’s been waiting.”
They went out and Chenoa craned her neck. “Did you guys make up?”
Breanna sank down on the couch and handed her the makeup box. “Why’re you asking that?”
“Because it was obvious you had a fight. I mean, this is the first time I’ve ever seen my dad so glum and anxious over a woman. He must’ve checked his phone like a million times during dinner to see if you’d contacted him.”
“You’re exaggerating a bit, aren’t you?” He laughed and ruffled her hair. “Let’s head out.”
***
Once they werehome, Chenoa made a big bowl of popcorn that they all shared as he sat through one of the corniest love stories he’d ever had to endure. He knew that Chenoa and Breanna would unite forces against him and he’d end up watching some crappy-ass movie. He didn’t mind if it meant spending the night with his two favorite girls.
After the movie, Chenoa went up to bed and he and Breanna made out for a little bit on the couch. When they moved it to his bedroom, she was nervous about making too much noise when they made love, but as he heightened her arousal, she let herself go. Steel loved watching how she gave in to her passion the more he teased and played with her. And when he hovered over her and shoved his hard cock inside her, he covered her mouth with his and swallowed her moans of pleasure as he fucked her long and good. Her nails digging into his flesh heightened his sexual delight, making him crave her again before they’d even finished.
As he plunged into her over and over, her face contorted and he knew she was close. He rubbed his index finger against her hard, slick spot and sucked her nipples as the tide of ecstasy ripped through her. Watching her come while trying to keep her moans and whimpers low turned him way the fuck on. When she opened her eyes, they were misted with love and satisfaction. He stiffened and held her gaze as he rasped, “Breanna,” and then he filled her. His cock kept twitching in her as her pussy walls clamped around him, milking his dick dry. She kissed his head and caressed him as he panted before collapsing on top of her, his chest heaving.
After a long while, he rolled off her and tugged her close to him. They fell asleep from total exhaustion, locked in each other’s arms.
