Page 25 of Daddy Issues

The water ran in the sink and Puck took his time washing his hands, rubbing the sudsy foam all over. “I don’t have any gloves here.” He cut off the water, stepped back from the sink, and dried his hands with paper towels, then wiped water droplets from the counter.

“That’s fine.” More than fine. Puck’s hands on me would be hellish hot.

I hopped up on the edge of the counter and pulled the cropped t-shirt off. I was still good and pissed, but that didn’t stop the shot of arousal when Puck’s gaze drifted lazily over my bare breasts.

His fingers twitched like he wanted to touch me. But he kept his hands to himself and his gaze down, using two fingers to twist off the end ball on my right nipple.

The brush of his warm fingers was the most action I’d had since the last time I’d seen him. Sure, The Black Cat was a den of sensuality, but it was nothing compared to Puck and all the things he made me crave.

Tingles of pleasure radiated from the contact. I sucked air between my teeth and gripped the edge of the counter before I embarrassed myself again. My level of self-control was something to be proud of. Especially when I was seconds away from climbing him like a sexy ass tree.

Puck chuckled. The raspy sound chased his warm breath across my bare breasts and I swallowed a moan.

“How bad’s the pain?”

“Not really at all until they catch on something. They itch sometimes and are really sensitive.”

He swabbed the first one with some solution and I jumped. His large hands were gentle when he inserted the smaller barbell. Instantly, the piercing was more comfortable than it had been in days. The relief dotted my skin with gooseflesh.

“Not much swelling and you’re healing well. Probably won’t need me to change them again. Next time, you can. But I’d wait about six months.”

“Well, damn. I like it when you do it.” The words rolled out of my mouth before I could even consider stopping them.

“I bet you do” He repeated the process on the other nipple, then gestured for me to turn around and look in the mirror.

I slid from the counter and examined myself. He hadn’t moved, so when I did, my ass slide down his groin, to his thighs. When I wiggled a little, he didn’t budge, and my heartbeat kicked up.

My breasts weren’t large, but the pretty purple barbells made them look bigger, sexier.

“I love it.” Through the mirror he watched, his gaze drifting down over his handiwork and left little prickles of excitement lighting all over my skin.

“Looks good.” His gruff response almost made me purr.

Instead, I arched against him a little. This time, his arousal grated against the top of my ass.

I hadn’t planned on showing them off, but they made me feel pretty. Puck admiring them made me feel something else entirely. He caught my gaze, and there was hunger in his gray eyes that I felt all the way to my core.

The feeling moved through me, warming and making me want to touch him more. I lifted up on my tiptoes and arched, so his erection was pressed firmly between my ass cheeks.

He was so much bigger than me. In the mirror, that size difference was intimidating and sexy all at the same time. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his reflection as he bent so that he could nuzzle my hair, inhaling my scent. One big hand splayed across my stomach and guided me back against him so he could grind his hips into me.

Holy fuck.Puck Kelly was dry humping me in a Desert Kings’ bathroom. Eat that, patch bunnies.

I felt so small and so safe that even the music and laughter from the clubhouse beneath us couldn’t break into that cocoon. When I shifted, dropping flatfooted and wiggling against him again, the width of his erection raked against the small of my back.

Arousal made me warm as I pulled his hand up over my stomach to cover one breast. “Looks better like that.”

“Does it?” He made a slow circle with his palm against the sensitive nub. It ached and teased all at once. “It’ll look even better if I’m sucking on it.”

Oh, how I wished. “People are already talking like it happened. Might as well.”

He froze, his entire body tense and angry against me. “Who?”

His face in the mirror was hard like granite. “Kenna, who is talking shit about you?”

He squeezed my breast, hard, and the pain rippled through me and made me groan with pleasure. “Nobody.”

A gruff sound rumbled in his throat as he released me, giving me a reprieve before squeezing again. His other hand splayed wide over my stomach and edged down, fingertips hovering at the hem of my short denim skirt.

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