Page 3 of Daddy Issues

Living at home—David’s home—grew harder by the day with Nadine around. Mom would get paroled soon. I needed out ofthat house, out of Dry Valley. Away from everything that had happened.

“Can you pay me five hundred a day? A thousand if I let you smack my ass every so often?”

His eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t think so.”

I swallowed hard, filled up my tray, and trained my fakest smile on him before sauntering off with as much hip sway as I could muster.Eat that, big guy. The MC guys never stayed here long. Surely Jester was done by now.

By the time I turned around, he’d stepped from the curtains, beer bottle lazily dangling between two fingers. Jester was a sexy blond with tattoos and a BDSM dungeon. The freak was hot. I couldn’t deny that. Flirting with him was the best. No strings, no expectations. He wouldn’t call me a whore if he didn’t get in my pants—or tie me to his sex throne.

He tracked Puck’s narrow gaze to me and a smile lit up his entire face. “Yo!”

He wrapped me in a big one-armed hug and swung me around. “How long you been here?” He set me down but kept his arm around my middle.

When I peeked at Puck, his frown morphed into a full-blown scowl.

“Kenna.” Jester leaned low, eyes serious, face somber.

My heart dropped to my stomach. Whatever this was had to be about that night and what I’d done.

“You look fucking hot.”

Relief flooded across my body and my muscles relaxed as I snorted a laugh. “Thanks, I think?”

“Can I get another one?” Jester handed me his bottle before jerking his chin for Puck to come back into the purple room. The hooker in the little dress had already ducked out of the doorway, wiping at the corners of her mouth.

Puck didn’t want to go. His movements were stiff, his back straight.

“Hey, Ky, only cocktail waitress I want in here is this one.” Jester lifted my arm to Ky, the youngest Soletsky, where he stood near Dani.

On wobbly knees, half scared I was going to trip, I approached the bar.

Dani lifted a pierced eyebrow. “Thought you didn’t want the purple room.”

“Apparently, they want me.”

Ky snorted and Dani grinned. Pervs. But I wish they were right. That was the problem. I had always liked Puck too much. Then when he got all protective, it…did what? Turned me inside out, turned me on.

Ugh.

When I came back, Val and Merc were both there and Puck spun his coke glass with the tips of his long fingers and flicked a glance up at me. His hair was down, hanging to his shoulders, and looked as if he’d crawled off the bike and shoved his fingers through it.

My own itched to do the same.

Ignoring him, I placed Jester’s beer on the table and winked.

“What did you think of the show?” Something challenging and mischievous lit his eyes.

I snorted but cut my gaze. I’d seen plenty of blowjobs since working here. “Not the first time I’ve seen it. Could have had a more talented female lead.”

Then I licked my lips, dragging my tongue across the bottom one with aching slowness. But I wasn’t looking at Jester.

This was how I get myself in trouble.

Puck’s eyes were narrow, zeroing in on me, as behind him Val lit a cigarette and spoke quietly to Merc. I looked away, towardJester. I was paid to keep my head down. Puck made that difficult.

“You watch?” He smirked, somehow making the sarcastic smile cute.

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