Page 33 of Daddy Issues

“Sort of.” He shrugged and lit the cigarette. “How is she?” He asked around the butt of it.

“Seems alright, she’s here.” Which I was glad for.

“She blames herself for that night.”

“I don’t fucking know why. It’s bullshit.” I folded my arms across my chest. The frat party had almost washed over what had happened before the desert rave that night. I’d walked out to that little prick going off on her ass like he’d just caught her cheating on him. That alone had pissed me off.

But when he’d laid his fucking hands on her… I could have killed him. Hell, I still wanted to. God and my brothers knew I could do it.

“Right before that, she came to me at the house. Told me she’d seen Ghost fucking around with some of Wanda’s boys for Preacher. I fuzzed him up a little about it when I saw him.” He exhaled the acrid tobacco smoke. “I never told him she’d talked to me or even what she said, but that’s when everything was sofucked up around here. He assumed it was her. What happened after Desert Lights was as much my fault as his.”

He dumped the ashes in the can on table beside him. And we didn’t say anything for a while. The music pumped through the clubhouse but the din of conversation around us was waning. People going home or passing out drunk.

And I was itchy forsomethingbut refused to admit what it was. Almost made me want to drink, which was something I didn’t do. For a reason. When I did, things got ugly, I lost control. Nobody needed that.

“Whatever you did to get her back, I’m glad.” He stood and slapped a hand on my back. “Because my ole lady wouldn’t have been happy if she’d stayed away much longer.”

“If you only knew, brother.” I snorted and walked with him.

“Yeah?” His blue eyes lit bright and mischievous. “I’ll have to live vicariously from here on out, I’m a one woman kind of man now.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Yeah, everything was right in my world.

Kenna

Why not do exactly what I wanted? Puck had turned the burners on, but he seemed more interested in his pool game until I flirted with Jester. In fact, anytime I got close to Jester I had Puck’sfullattention.

And if my little show made Puck miserable, served him right.

I shoved my way through the bitchy patch bunnies that surrounded the tall, kinky flirt. He glanced up, grinned, and wrapped an arm around me when I straddled his lap. He wasn’t reaching for any of them.

Knowing Puck’s gaze had followed me, I made a show of every movement, grinding my hips as I brushed my lips across Jester’s.

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and deepened the kiss. Desire coiled in my belly when he sucked my tongue into his mouth and lazily stroked my side. Nadine, all these women watching, all they wanted in life was a man sitting at that table. The bragging rights that came from banging a Desert King.

If Nadine was going to accuse me of shit, I might as well earn it. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he slid his hand up the back of my thigh, fingers teasing at the hem of my skirt.

I pulled away, nipping his bottom lip and giving it a tug as I did. His eyes were heavy lidded, the tattoos on his throat framed his handsome face. Unlike the others, Jester was clean shaven, even the sides of his head under the ponytail he wore.

“We’ve got an audience,” I whispered.

He glanced over my shoulder, his lips twisted in a wicked grin. “Darlin, if we don’t get upstairs quick—I’m going to give them one hell of a show.”

He pulled that bottom lip between his teeth and inched his hand higher under my skirt, giving me a dirty little thrill as he did. When the tips of his fingers hit warm bare skin, his eyes widened in appreciation.

“Blame him.” I cocked my head across the room toward Puck, who smirked as if he knew exactly what was going on. Since Jester wasn’t hiding his scandalizing touch, he probably did.

Jester’s eyes grew impossibly dark, like he was about to eat me alive. “You’ve been a bad girl, Kenna.”

“You gonna do something about it?”

“Damn straight.” His hand snaked up to grip my bare ass cheek.

A shock of pleasure lit up my spine from his touch. I leaned down, nipping at the diamond in his earlobe. “I want him to watch.” I glanced back at Puck and smiled in challenge. The big guy had gone still, shoulders rigid, his grip tight on the pool stick in front of him.

“I think we can work something out.” In one fluid motion, Jester stood, taking me with him before letting me slide slowly down his chest. It was a possessive, claim staking movement that made me tremble with want. All eyes were definitely on me in this part of the clubhouse.

Then he took my hand and led me toward the staircase, pausing just long enough to jerk his chin from Puck to second floor where all the bedrooms were. The big guy gave a curt nod, then pierced me with a glance.

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