Page 11 of Daddy Issues

A small tremble started at my shoulders and ran all the way to my toes.

“Nervous?” he asked when he noticed me shifting restlessly. “I can put some numbing gel on if you’re worried about pain. Don’t tell Javi, he’s a pain in the ass about the rules.”

“I like the pain.” The admission slipped out before I could stop it. I’d never told anyone that, not even Ghost. There were times, when I masturbated, I’d pinch myself—especially my nipples—to come harder.

My cheeks heated and I looked away. But not before a flash of something hot, sexy, and arousing lit Puck’s face. He caught my gaze, held it, then ducked away to a drawer at his station. He’d looked simultaneously impressed and turned on. Ignoring the heat on my cheeks, I snorted a laugh.

The corner of his mouth twitched and he chuckled. “You should come by the club house one night, have a drink. People miss you.”

Was he one of those people?

“Too much drama. Everything that happened, Ghost, Nadine and David. It’s just easier to stay away.”

“What’s going on with Ghost? I thought you were done with that.” He didn’t turn, but his voice took on an edge that made me squirm. It shouldn’t, because it usually meant he was about to tell me what to do and I hated that shit.

“I am. I’d rather leave all of that buried, ya know? Besides, heaven forbid I hang out with one of you guys too long and give Nadine ammunition to convince David I’m just a patch whore.”

This time he did turn, his eyes narrowed. “She saying shit like that?”

Oops. I had to remember that Puck was an officer, not just a King. Things I told him held more weight. Bad shit could happen. David had drilled that into me when I’d started babysitting Eli. I had to be careful what I said to all of them.

Hell, I’d made that mistake once. What I’d told Cam had hurt Ghost. Even if he was an asshole, he’d been my friend too long, and I’d loved him once.

I tried to play it off. “She moved in. She doesn’t like me, doesn’t feel comfortable with the situation since I’m not really David’s kid. She’s jealous. And that’s why I went to work at The Black Cat. Soon as I can get enough money together, I’m out of there. And I’ve almost got a nice little nest egg saved up. And she probably doesn’t say that; she just makes me feel like she thinks it.”

I sucked in a breath through my teeth, then rolled my eyes. “I talk too damn much.”

Listening intently, a blank expression on his face, he stacked packages on a tray, then used his feet to roll toward me until we were eye to eye. “You do.”

I kicked at his shin.

Puck’s laugh was always a low, throaty rumble that started in his chest and seemed to catch in his throat. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. “It’s cute.”

That was not how I wanted him to see me. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I glared and made an unamused face. “I’m glad you find it funny.”

“I do.” Paper crinkled as he opened a sterile pad. “Sit straight up, take your shirt and bra off.”

With his elbow, he pushed the flat, florescent light so that it hovered right over my chest.

I was hyper-aware of everything he did. Each blink of his long lashes, the rise and fall of his chest, even the sound of my blood rushing in my ears drowned out everything but Puck. He was so big, he crowded the entire chair and left me itchy for things I couldn’t have.

I wouldn’t call myself an exhibitionist, but I didn’t care if anyone saw me naked. Except now. I wanted him to see, to like, to want more.

Jesus, Kenna, you need to get laid.

My shirt came off first. I folded it slowly, smoothing out any wrinkles, and laid it on my lap. The entire time I watched his reaction, waiting to see if he reacted. He busied himself unfolding the wipe, but watched from the corner of his eye. There was power in knowing he paid a little too much attention, that his motions grew sharper as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

I took my time with it, teasing him as I dropped the straps and pulled down the front. The cups slipped off, letting both nipples pop out. Like me, my breasts weren’t huge. But they were perky, sloped upward, and had two pert pink nipples that were standing at full attention before I folded my bra on my lap.

I didn’t miss the flick of his gaze that slipped over me or the way he shifted in his seat. My pulse raced faster. Much like last night at the club, Puck was reacting to me. And I liked it.

“When you leave, don’t put that back on.” Puck nodded to the lacy material. “Cotton only after this, nothing that will catch the jewelry and tug the piercings.”

Then his face changed to something flirty, sexy. “That’s not the kind of pain you’re going to like.”

“Ya think?”

It was his turn to snort. “Iknow.”

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