Page 26 of Daddy Issues

“Puck, please.” Please, what? Keep hurting me? Slide his hands lower and touch me… everywhere?

Yes. All of it.

Puck

She’d been warm and sexy, pliant and writhing against me, and left me seconds away from carrying her to one of the other rooms and fucking her senseless. I’d never wanted a woman so bad.

Her words halted that desire. What she’d been through was bad enough, but people talking shit; I wasn’t going to tolerate it. There was power that came with sitting at that table. I’d use it for her.

I spun her around and lifted her back onto the counter, braced my arms on the counter, and leaned down so we were eye level. The position was eerily similar to the way I convinced my kid to tell me shit he didn’t want to when he thought he was in trouble. She wasn’t a kid and definitely wasn’t mine.

For a blink, I wished she was mine, and that told me everything I needed to know to get the fuck away from her. But I didn’t.

“Kenna. Answer me.”

The way she squeaked and ducked her head told me exactly who had said it. I’d beat that bastard’s ass this time.

She closed her eyes tight. “Promise me you won’t make it a thing.”

“I’m tired of that little fucker talking shit.” But I didn’t spin away, couldn’t because she’d leaned into me, her tiny, cropped t-shirt falling back over her breasts.

“He wasn’t the one talking shit. He just let me know that Nadine and the groupies were.” She stroked her fingers under my cut, and then down the front of my t-shirt. “He was looking out for me.”

No, he wasn’t. Surely she knew better than that. Why protect him when he hadn’t done shit to protect her? “He’s a god-damn moron.” Hell, the only reason he was still a probie was to hold up the facade of Preacher bailing on the MC.

Not an idea I’d been all in on, but AP and Cam had made the call. I’d go with it.

“Word is, I’m simultaneously fucking the entire Desert Kings’ table and somehow unable to fuck any of you—because none of you could possibly want me.” She was doing that thing where she spit out everything going on in her head.

I frowned. “Both of those things are bullshit.”

“Yeah?” She leaned back with a sullen expression. But the motion arched her back so that her breasts were closer to my face than anything else. The purple barbells pushing against the fabric.

My gaze stayed on her nipples, my tongue flicking across my lower lip, aching to taste them again. “You’re hot, Kenna. Any of these horny assholes would jump on it.” This horny asshole was getting caught in the rise and fall of her chest.

“What about you?” She scooted her butt forward, brushing her inner thighs against mine so that I stood between them.

My already aching cock twitched. She was distracting me from my anger. I couldn’t help but let her.

“I’m not going to fuck you in a shit-hole of a bathroom at the clubhouse. You deserve better.” I stood up and rubbed my hand down my chin and over my beard.

“Why not? If it’s what I want.”

I reached down, plucked her sexy little sore nipple between two fingers and gave it a pinch. “You don’t need me to fuck you. You just want to come.”

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth when she moaned, her eyelids grew heavy, and her lips parted. When I pinched her nipple again, harder, she mewled. I was damn sure going to give every one of those bitches something to think about tonight.

I’d take my licks from AP later.

Nothing in my entire life had been hotter or dirtier than Kenna all worked up and turned on. She’d been like this in my chair. Each brief drive of pain would turn her on even more. She thrust up from the counter, her groin rubbing against my arousal.

“Fuck,” she rasped.

My grin was slow. “More, little brat?”

She nodded and I tugged. “Bite it.” She whimpered. “Please.”

So pliant, so sexy, rubbing against me. I couldn’t resist. Or maybe I just liked to torture myself. I wanted more from her than that tight little body could give. Maybe one day I’d take it from her.

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