Page 37 of Daddy Issues

I sank onto my knees then, breathing heavy. And for several minutes there was nothing but the sound of the three of us catching our breath.

Puck moved first, tucking himself back into his jeans. Then caught the shirt that Jester tossed through the air. He reached forward, cleaning himself from my breasts. I fell forward, nuzzling his lap again, this time with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

“As for my first threesome, that was epically fucking hot,” I said, my voice muffled against Puck’s lap.

His chuckle made me smile again. He dropped the shirt on the floor and pulled me onto his lap. Pushing his cut out of the way. I held myself still for a brief moment, imagining I could snuggle against his chest. The fear crept in, and I scrambled from his lap, reaching for what was left of my clothes on the floor.

“We can do it again, anytime.” Jester’s voice was light. “Little freak.”

“From you, that’s a compliment.” I couldn’t look at Puck as I stepped into my skirt.

With the knuckles of one hand, he stroked my upper arm. Not quite reaching for me but reminding me he was there.

“Damn right it is.” Jester stood and lit a cigarette, slapped my still stinging ass before I could tug the skirt over it, and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he tossed my shirt from the foot of the bed to me. I appreciated the view as he donned his cut shirtless and threaded the belt back through the loops. His pistol followed. He’d never even removed his boots.

The sexy swagger and good humor slid right back into place, like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless.

He winked at me on the way out the door, leaving Puck and I alone with the muted sounds from below. Puck was so big, so close, that the room seemed to shrink around us. He hadn’t even moved from the chair as I tugged on the cropped top.

Between my thighs was sticky as I padded to the bathroom to clean up. “I guess your vow of celibacy has been broken.”

Puck laughed a little. “Think that’s what it was?”

The room was only a tiny rusted mirror, pedestal sink, and a toilet. But Jester had left the hand towel on the hook for me. “I know there are dozens of woman downstairs that would happily fuck you senseless.”

No reply, not even a laugh. I was half nervous when I stepped back into the small room.

He’d shifted in the chair, throwing his long legs across the ottoman, and sinking down into it. When he glanced up at me, his face was peaceful. It made him more than the sexy, brooding biker or the stern father. Softer, sexier. I thought of his offer, of curling against his chest, and went to the bed instead.

Sex was one thing. That sort of intimacy meant sticking my head out far enough to get it chopped off. My mom had taught me that. And every other man in my life except David.

“I’d rather keep things uncomplicated.”

“That what I am?”

“What you are, little brat, is fucking dramatic.”

He wasn’t wrong. I tugged a throw blanket up over me, focusing on the Hooligan patch on his chest, watching it rise and fall. I wasn’t supposed to know what that meant. But I did, too many years eavesdropping when David talked. And I knew Puck earned that—because of me.

How bad was I that it made me feel safer? Proud, even? That he’d killed at least one man for me. Maybe more.

I changed the subject before the sick feeling settled in my stomach. “Eli at home?”

“Nah. He’s at Mom’s for the night.”

“Oh.”

“You can sleep if you want. I’ll stay here.” Nobody would come through that door and hurt me.

He didn’t say anything for so long I thought he might have fallen asleep, so I whispered into the darkness. “I never said thank you for what you did.”

“I’d do it again.” His voice was a gruff rumble.

I closed my eyes then and slept. Because he was there to slay the demons.

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