Page 14 of Daddy Issues

Her sexy little moan was as hot as fire. I’d spend at least half an hour in the shower tonight, replaying that sound. It was even stronger than the image of her splayed out on that bed at the frat house…that had sustained me for weeks.

I jerked my mouth from her breast, then blew across her nipple and as soon as the chill bumps appeared, I snapped the clamp back on it.

She bucked into her hand, her entire body rocking up and into my chest. No, Kenna hadn’t played like this before. Ghost had never understood what he had. No one had.

There were so many things I could teach her.

Her entire body gave a hard, telltale shiver. Her body tightened, and she mewled against my hand, her eyes closing tight as her orgasm wracked her. Damn. I’d never had a more beautiful woman in my chair—ever.

I rocked back onto my stool, dropping my gloved hand from her mouth to open another sanitary wipe.

She was still trembling when I removed the clamp. The gasp that escaped her sexy bowtie mouth made my cock twitch. Ignoring my dick, I cleaned the nipple one more time for good measure, blowing across it again.

“Oh,” she said when I did.

This time when I clamped her, I followed through with the clean needle and the jewelry.

She watched me, mouth slightly parted and lips wet, her hand still clutching her cunt, almost as if she were hiding it from me.

“I have a list of aftercare instructions,” I said as I wiped the cotton swab and solution over the new piercing. I went over cleaning and care, ignoring the little tingle of pleasure I got at the way she listened with an earnest expression, hanging on every word. The contrast to how she’d looked seconds ago when she’d came drove me crazy.

I brought her damp fingers to my lips and sucked the taste of her from them.Fucking hell. I closed my eyes against the musky taste, savoring her. Then opened my hand and dropped hers, continuing on with my instructions. Because if I didn’t, I was going to flip her over and lose myself in her.

“Six weeks; I need you back here to size down.” I nodded at her piercings as she stood and gingerly pulled her shirt down. “If you don’t, it could affect the finished product.”

“You’re saying I have small tits and you don’t want them looking like cow udders?” She snorted, but her little grin was a teasing one, as she nibbled her lip and pulled up her shorts.

I shrugged. “If that’s what you’re going for, don’t let me stop you.”

Kenna had a cute, lyrical laugh. I liked it. There were times I’d stood outside and listened to her laughing with Eli. Little man liked her a lot. Another reason I had to tread carefully. She stood, taking the plastic bag with her after care stuff.

There were a million reasons I needed to pretend like this never happened, but my cock ached and throbbed in my pants, straining against the denim. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the other way and fill her up.

The way her eyes darkened and her tongue snaked out across her bottom lip told me she’d be all for it.

Fuck.

“If you have any issues, come back by.”

She blushed, turning away and ducking out the door. “Thanks, big guy.”

There was something about the way she said it that would stay with me all the way home where I could rub one out.

***

Ghost was in the clubhouse when I pushed through the front door. As always, he got busy when he saw me. I was annoyed instantly, not because of him—he was nothing to me, but seeing the little prick made me think of Kenna.

How I hadn’t seen her in weeks. How I kept trying to find reasons to text her. How I drove by the club several nights a week to make sure her truck was there. Hell, a few times I’d followed her home just to make sure she was okay.

I had to get her out of my head.

When I sat down to sketch, when I closed my eyes to dream, all I saw was her drugged and splayed out on that ratchet little bed…lips wet and parted, shirt up. But I wasn’t just drawing that night now, I was drawing her in my chair, making herself come.

Fuck.

Three vacant seats at the table were reminders of how much the Desert Kings had lost in the past few months. Before Archer had died, the MC had a clear-cut path. Now, it was like we were rebuilding. Stronger, I hoped. At least Cam would be in his rightful place soon.

“Heat’s dying down some,” Merc said when AP started the meeting with a quick smack of the gavel. “Talked to Hayden and Wyatt. The old guy said they’ve about wrapped up Preacher and Paul’s disappearance.”

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