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“Not like that!” she said. “I don’t hurt myself. I was just . . . I was pinching myself. Because this job, it seemed too good to be true. A dream. So I would pinch myself to make sure I was awake. That’s all.”
“You will not do that anymore,” Steele said sternly. “I mean it. I will be checking your arm in a week’s time and if that bruise isn’t fading, you’ll be in trouble.”
Sheesh. They were so . . . intense.
“If you need to make sure that you’re awake, we’ll be happy to oblige,” Grady told her in a smooth voice.
She wasn’t even sure exactly what he meant. But part of her really wanted to find out.
“Sleep, my baby.” Damon kissed her forehead. “Stay in bed until one of us gets you up, understand? Little girls aren’t to get out of bed on their own.”
“Be a good Little girl for us,” Grady added, kissing her forehead as well. “Sleep tight.”
Yeah. She was totally a good girl.
37
Grady glanced up from his laptop as Steele entered the kitchen. “You were in the shower awhile.” His lips quirked with amusement.
“You saying that you didn’t go into your shower to jack off?” Damon grumbled as he moved to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.
Yeah, Grady couldn’t deny that at all.
Although it hadn’t taken him long to blow his load. Fuck, just the memory of her spread legs as she sat on Steele’s lap was enough to get him hard again.
“Just when I thought I was done, I would feel her squirming against me as you ate her out and I’d get fucking hard again.”
I could’ve helped you with that.
Fuck. This had been building for years. Yet, he wasn’t brave enough to say the words. The one thing he was scared of losing in this life was Damon. And so that was the one thing where he wasn’t willing to take a risk.
“Maybe you should have some Gatorade, replace those lost electrolytes. Don’t want you getting dizzy on me and fainting from dehydration. I also don’t want to have to tell the first responder that you passed out because your balls were empty.”
“Fuck you.” Steele was grinning as he came over to sit next to him. “What are you doing?”
“Buying things for a nursery. There’s a new store in Billings that has things for Littles. I’m gonna order most of it online, but I’m thinking of going in there just in case there’s something I miss.”
Steele straightened. “Yeah?”
“Yes. I’m researching the best things. What do you think about buying her a crib? You can get them with padding around the sides so if she rolls around too much then she won’t hurt herself.”
“I think that’s a fucking great idea.” Steele watched him carefully. “You researching this stuff because that’s a Grady thing to do or for another reason?”
“A Grady thing to do?” he questioned.
“You know what I mean. You do the research. You’re the organizer. The brains. I’m the muscle.”
“You’re the muscle?” Grady asked. “I have fucking muscle.”
Steele ran his gaze over him. “Yeah, you do.”
Grady swallowed. Did he imagine that heat in the other man’s gaze? He had to have, right?
Fuck. He was hard again. Maybe he should have spent longer in the shower.
“I’m doing this because I want Effie to have everything she needs,” Grady said. “Do we need to talk about it beyond that?”
“Not now. But at some stage you might want to think about what you really want. Or she might start to get confused. All I’m saying.”
