Page 85 of The Beekeeper

“The things you do to me,” I murmured, drawing my hips back and then pushing them forward again.

I was surprised my cum hadn’t seeped all the way to my base the way I’d just orgasmed. I’d expected the whole condom to be flooded. She felt so good wrapped around me, I couldn’t bring myself to pull out of her. I kept rocking my hips, gently continuing to fuck her like I was going to come again, and it wasn’t long before I was convinced I could.

And then I heard a sound—thought I heard a sound.

My head cocked.

“Blaze?”

“Did you hear that?” I whispered and listened again. Nothing.

“No,” she murmured, and I turned back as she pushed up onto her hands. “But you should probably go.” Even though she said it, her focus remained hungrily on where we were joined.

“You okay?” I asked, pulling out a little.

“Yes—ohh,” she mewled as I pushed back inside her. Fuck, it was so hard to leave her. But I’d already taken too many chances by staying down here this long.

Gritting my teeth, I slipped my cock from her pussy. My cum dripped out onto the floor…and out of her.

“Fuck.” The blood rushed from my head, panic blasting through the bubble of pleasure. “The condom broke.”

“What?”

I looked up at her and for a second, the panic faded—replaced by something much stronger and much more feral as I stared at Harper’s spread thighs, her swollen folds leaking my cum.

No, a voice inside me screamed. Put it back in her. It has to stay inside her. She has to stay filled up.

“Daddy?”

Harper and I both snapped our heads to the doorway. Paisley.

“Shit.” I knew I heard something. I knew—fuck.

“Go.” Her word cut through the storm, and my eyes snapped to her. “It’s fine, Blaze. Just go.”

It wasn’t fine—not in the fucking least—but I didn’t have time to argue. In another few seconds, Paisley would either be crying or coming down here, and I wasn’t about to settle for the lesser of two evils.

I spun and grabbed some tissues from her nightstand and then stalked to the doorway. “I’ll be right there, Pais. Just had to get some water.”

Cum leaked from the condom all over the tissue as I pulled the fucking defective piece of shit off me and tossed it in the trash. Tucking myself into my sweats, I looked back at Harper, hating the sight of her wiping herself clean.

“Blaze—”

“Daddy?” This time, footsteps followed her call.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I bit out and then strode from her room, closing the door behind me.

Tonight, I’d be there for my daughter. Tomorrow…tomorrow, I’d figure out how to fix one more Blaze Stevens’s fuck-up. I’d figure out how to apologize for something that I wasn’t sorry for.

Chapter 20

Harper

“Harper?”

I blinked and turned back to Gigi who was staring at me like I was the one going senile. “Sorry, Gigi,” I apologized. “I was lost in thought.”

“I see that,” she said with a smile that was almost too serene—like she knew what happened between Blaze and me last night. Not the details because—ugh—but the gist.