Page 5 of Daddy Issues

“It’s getting better.” Puck snorted, but kept his gaze on us.

God, that was hot.

I brushed my fingers across Jester’s jaw. But I kept my eyes on Puck. Whatever came next, I wanted him to see. I wanted it to turn him on. I wanted him to want me.

Jester’s face was clean shaven and smooth, very different from the full beard Puck wore. Different, but just as hot. He surprised me by turning his face into my touch, leaning closer.

My heart thudded in my chest. It was like I was living in some sort of alternate universe. But Jester had always flirted, always left that door open, just waiting on me to make a move.

Never in a million years would I have thought I would lean in and press my lips against his and shiver when his tongue slid over mine. I kissed him, tongues sliding against each other. God, the man could kiss.

When I pulled away, Puck’s eyes were narrowed slits, and he looked as if he would eat me alive.

Maybe both of them would.

“Baby,” Jester murmured, his eyes half-drunk and heavy. “You could give me all kinds of satisfaction.”

I glanced down at his crotch, where his arousal swelled and slowly slid off his lap, trailing my finger down the hard length of his cock.

“I like big tips,” I said over my shoulder as I walked toward the curtain.

Jester chuckled. “Darlin’, you can take the whole thing.”

But it was Puck’s amused chuckle that warmed me all over.

Puck

Kenna looked good. I hadn’t realized how good until I really looked at her, draped all over Jester. Because the last time I saw her…the memory of the night at the frat house flared the possessive, angry feeling to life, and I had to look away from her.

I glanced back at the small stage in the VIP room. The dancer with mile long legs arched against the pole and spun, her mass of copper hair trailing behind her.Sexy.Judging by the way Val Soletsky watched her, I wasn’t the only man who thought so.

Kenna laying one on Jester had been sexier. Better if it had been my lap she was on, my face she’d stroked. I dumped the dancer off my lap and handed her a bill. She was probably hot, but not my thing.

“You need to lighten up, bro.” Jester reached over and socked me in the shoulder. The punch held a little sting but didn’t budge me. “Have a drink, say something, do something.”

The man was a god-damned after school special level bad influence. He knew better. I hadn’t drunk in years. Alcoholchanged me, made me do fucked up shit. Problem was, my best friend liked it.

“The fuck you want me to say?”

“I just tongue fucked your girl, and you didn’t say a fucking thing about it. The hell is wrong with you?” He half shouted over the music.

“She ain’t my girl.” I shook the ice in my now empty glass. She shouldn’t fucking be here, dressed like that, acting like that. I thought of the last time I’d seen that much of her skin and my cock twitched.

Which only pissed me off more.

He twisted his face in ayeah rightexpression. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“She seems more interested in you.” I thought of her now, the way she’d straddled Jester’s lap. He’d been into it. I couldn’t blame him; she was fucking delicious. The neon pink lingerie and the black fishnet were doing it for me.

“Brother, that was a show for you, and we both know it.”

Maybe. I wasn’t complaining about that or the sauntering around here with her ass half out and putting on a show for everyone.

“AP’s edict sucks.” He finished his beer and contemplated the empty bottle, AP had told me to put distance between Kenna and myself.

“We’ve got shit to work out, brother.” And shit to cover up. I couldn’t go around fucking Ghost’s ex until we knew what to do with the little weasel.

“Waiting on Cam to get back is a long time to stretch out this vow of celibacy.”

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