Page 18 of His Relentless Angel

Bailey shouts, “Group photo,” and waves us over. I know it’s another scheme of hers because she waits for everyone to gather before asking a woman pushing a stroller nearby to take our photo. James and Sherman stand next to each other with their arms around their wives in front of them, Autumn squeezed in between her sister and mother. I stand like a lump next to Sherman, trying to figure out Bailey’s plan.

After Bailey hands the woman her cell phone, she traipses back and stands directly in front of me, pressing her back to my chest in her tall sandals that has the top of her head brushing my chin. I indulge in the scent of her floral shampoo. I’m a fucking goner for her because I don’t think twice about wrapping my arms around her waist from behind and pulling her closer as if she were my wife.

“Do you like my dress, Isaiah?” she whispers from the corner of her mouth. I have an instant erection, and she knows it too, arching her back slightly to rub her ass against it.

I bend to hiss in her ear, “Stop it.”

So naturally, she does it again.

It takes me a beat to remove my hands after the woman walks up to give Bailey her phone. As soon as Bailey steps away, I spin around and walk off a ways, tugging my top down and making sure it covers the front of my shorts.

When I’m confident I’m covered and no one but Bailey will know that my dick is hard, I find the group leaning over Bailey’s phone, swiping through the photos to pick out the best one to post on Autumn’s social media—everyone except Sherman, who is glaring at me after seeing my arms wrapped around his young daughter. Yup, to the grave I go.

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Next up on our list of attractions is a tour of UT’s campus. Sherman and Miranda wander off to explore the enormous library, hand in hand and giggling to themselves like two young lovers. It’s been years since I’ve attended myself, so I let Autumn lead the tour. If I could pay attention to anything except Bailey, I might be able to spot the differences in my time away, but as it is, Bailey is the star show, as always.

I’m not the only one who thinks so when a young, bronzed man in western wear, complete with a summer cowboy hat and worn but shiny leather boots, approaches us, only pulling his eyes away from Bailey when he gives Autumn a grin.

“Bryce! It’s so good to see you. I thought you weren’t staying for the ceremony.”

Bryce removes his hat, revealing thick, slightly damp medium brown hair, when he hugs Autumn. “Good to see you too, sunshine,” he says with a drawl.

Autumn laughs and introduces him. “Everyone, this is Bryce. We were in the same study group. Not sure I would have made it through some of my classes without him.”

“Ah, you’re too kind. That was all you.” Bryce steps forward and shakes all our hands, though his lingers on Bailey’s when she’s the last in line. “You must be the troublemaking middle sister, yeah?”

“Geez, thanks, Autumn.” Bailey removes her hand and lightly smacks the back of it against Autumn’s arm.

Autumn grins. “Yup, this would be her. Bailey.”

“Well, now, I can see what gets you into so much trouble, Bailey,” says the cowboy, giving her an admiring gaze that I want to wipe off his face.

Shayla and Autumn both laugh, and Bailey cuts them a glare before giving Bryce a cheeky smile and setting her hands on her hips. She juts one out, then tips her head to the side. “And what would that be?” It’s the same move she kept trying to use on me to get my attention when she was younger.

She’s certainly got it now. Bryce’s, too.

Bryce leans in close and lowers his voice. “I’d say that dress of yours gets you into plenty of trouble, am I right?”

Instead of knocking her hands off her hips and dragging her over my shoulder, I clap my hands together once and say loudly, “It was nice to meet you, Bryce. Think we’ve got a few more things to see before we head out for lunch. Autumn?”

Bryce looks up over Bailey’s shoulder to where I’ve maneuvered behind her, and I look at Autumn expectantly, hoping she’ll get the hint to send Bryce on his way so we can move on without him.

“Oh, yes. We were thinking of walking down Sixth Street and grabbing a bite to eat. Maybe catch some live music,” Autumn says, bouncing on her toes and giving me an innocent smile. “Would you like to go with us?” she asks him, still looking at me.

Godfuckingdamnit.

Instead of prolonging the misery of seeing this age-appropriate guy flirt with Bailey, Bailey drops her act and eases back, bumping into me. It’s a whole new kind of misery, though, because as soon as we make contact, I’ve got my hand on her hip just like I wanted…which also means my dick is hard again, pressed against her ass. I flex my fingers, bunching up the back of her dress slightly with my thumb, and grind against her without meaning to. I’m hit with a full-body shiver. This is how I would hold her if I were to bend her over, flip her dress up, and take my angel from behind.

“Oh, fuck, B,” I breathe out, hopefully too low for anyone to hear, after setting my other hand on her opposite hip and gripping her firmly to hold her in place against my dick.

Trouble is exactly what she is.

“Ah, I see.” Bryce looks from me to Bailey and back again, then sets his hat back on his head. “‘Fraid I’m going to have to pass this time, but y’all have fun.” After promising to keep in touch, Bryce tips his hat at us before walking away.

Bailey looks up over her shoulder when I step away, taking my hands with me.

“So that’s it, huh?” She purses her lips.

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