Page 34 of Daddy Issues

This was what it meant when people said someone could see right into you, to all the things you keep hidden. He did so then, heating me all the way to my middle and leaving me weak, wet, and wanting. He licked his lips slowly, then turned back to his pool game.

“Um…” I said, stopping at the top of the stairs and casting a teasing glance back toward the pool tables to keep Jester from noticing how my knees wobble.

He chuckled. “Oh, he’ll be right up. He wouldn’t miss this for the world. He’s definitely going to want to watch what I’m about to do to you.”

He stopped at the first room, pushing the door open and pulling me in behind him. This one was small, a twin bed and beside it sat a chair and an overstuffed ottoman. The light from the tiny bathroom bathed the entire room in a muted glow. Music and conversation floated up from downstairs.

I’d never been in this room. Jester moved as if he were very comfortable. He slipped off his cut, hung it on the bed post at the head of the bed.

His back to me, he pulled his shirt off, tossing it. I was rewarded with a view of his muscular, tattooed back. The Desert Kings’ logo, its gleaming golden pistons making the crossbones for a wicked-looking skull, took up most of it. Various other ink surrounded it, but I didn’t take time to inspect them all. My gaze instead landed on the pistol in the holster at his back.

He removed the gun and its holster, sitting both on the nightstand before turning and sitting on the edge of the bed. I drank in the look of him. Jester, shirtless, was sexier than I’d let myself believe.

Silver glinted at his left nipple, and tattoos winked all over his arms and chest. He crooked a finger at me, and I went. Standing between his legs, I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. Even sitting on the bed, he still had to duck his head to kiss me.

It was all tongue, lips, and heat. His hands went to my ass, pushing the skirt up, squeezing tight, and raking his fingers up and down. The pressure bordered on pain, stopping just before. Damn.

His touch drove me crazy.

Then a hand went to my hair, jerking my face back and ripping my mouth from his. The sharp bite of pain made me gasp and forced my body against his, dropping my hands to his lap, to the arousal stretched tight against his jeans.

He tsked me, waving a finger in front of my face. “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?”

I smiled and laughed. “Maybe.”

When he released my hair, I dipped my head to kiss him again, but he pulled me back. “We didn’t come up here to make out like teenagers.”

“But you’re so good at it.” I half whined.

The twist of the corner of his mouth was so sexy, I almost groaned. Jester was hot. The tattoos up to his throat didn’t deter from the high cheekbones, full mouth, and gold flecked brown eyes framed by blond tipped thick lashes. A thin scar across the top of his right cheek and his nose wasn’t quite straight. Neither made him any less handsome.

What made him sexier was the that behind that handsome face lurked something dark, dangerous, that threatened to eat me alive.

“Take off your clothes.” His voice rumbled, quiet and husky in a way I’d never heard it before. It wasn’t a request.

I pushed off from his chest, lifting the cropped shirt and letting it fall to the floor. When he saw me, Jester licked his lips and made a sexy littlemmm. I pushed the skirt down my hips, and his brow raised when he saw the other piercing.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” Then he twirled his index finger in the air. “Turn around.”

I did as I was told, loving that he looked at me, that he’d done so with heat in his eyes. He ran both hands over my cheeks and made another appreciative sound in his throat.

Exposed and on display, I trembled. I was aroused, excited, my nipples tight against the new jewelry.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with this tight ass.” He caressed that aspect and pulled me back toward him, against his groin where he rolled his hips into me, grinding his cock against my ass.

The door opened then, Puck’s large form blocking out most of the light. He shut it behind him, the lock clicking quietly in place. Not that I couldn’t leave. I knew, with one word from me, this was over.

I damn sure didn’t want it to be.

Jester’s hands moved around to the front of my body, tugging me up so that I straddle his lap. His knees spread my legs wider, leaving me fully exposed to Puck as he dropped into the chair in the corner across from us.

“So sexy,” Jester murmured in my ear, sliding one hand down to tug gently at the curved barbell at my clit. “You do this?” he asked Puck.

The big man shook his head no and adjusted his groin with one big hand. That one motion almost as hot as Jester’s hands on me, the heat of his body pressed against my back, his lips at my neck.

“What about these?” With his other hand, he plucked at one nipple enough to hurt, and I arched into his touch and rocked my cunt against his fingers.

Puck nodded, and I gasped at the tiny sting of pain. I was still sore from where Puck had touched me, suckled me, and made me come.

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