Page 23 of Daddy Issues

“Who the fuck you think put it in the safe, anyway?” He grunted a little when she smeared expensive lotion on his back.

The scent was muted but still crisp and feminine. The colors on his tattoos exploded as she coated the skin.

Jester glanced over his shoulder. “Did you?”

“What? Puck? Yeah, that’s why I was looking for him earlier, so he can change these for me.”

“I can do it.” He winked. “We can let him watch.”

The sharp smack of palm on skin echoed through the room. “Stop being a horn dog.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He turned away from me, but his grin was one of pure pleasure.

Riley was probably right. But so was Dylan. Jester wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge.

Dylan squirted some lotion into his open palm then shoved him off her lap. “Put my bag up and don’t go snooping.”

“You got something in there I’ll like?” He lifted a brow, rubbing down his arms and shoulders before tugging on his shirt. “And if you ladies need a fourth. I’ll be downstairs.”

Then he stopped, glanced at Riley, and shook his head. “Maybe a third. I like my balls too much to have Savage make me a eunuch.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” Dylan groaned.

On a laugh he did as he was told.

“Puck watched you make out with Jester. Puck pierced your nipples.” Dylan counted events off on her fingers. “Anything else we should know about?”

I pictured him licking my orgasm from his fingers and shivered.

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay then, let’s see the damage. Then you can go find your mountain of a man.” Riley pointed to my chest.

So, I sat up and let them see. I was proud. I’d healed well. No crusties, no real pain, but the barbells were too big now.

Kenna

I put off seeing Puck for as long as I could. Admittedly, that wasn’t very hard. Hanging out with Riley and Dylan was fun. Riley told us all about law school in Vegas, their apartment, and made me envious of how in love they were. I’d never have imagined Cam willingly leaving Dry Valley with anyone.

He’d cross oceans for her. A point he’d made abundantly clear when she didn’t come down after more than an hour, and he came up to claim her. Unlike Jester, he knocked.

Dylan went down to check the bar—which was technically her job, as an employee of the Desert Kings—and left me alone with nothing left to do, but seek out Puck.

Oddly, anything sexual or sensual, even flirting, had never made me nervous before. Seeing Jester after the kiss was fine. I didn’t see Ghost, think of losing my virginity, or any of the times after.

But even thinking about Puck sent me right back to the tattoo studio. I was both aroused and embarrassed by the memory asI jogged downstairs and glanced around the clubhouse. A half-drunk Cam swayed with Riley on the dance floor. Jester held court, as he often did, at the pool tables…flirting with patch bunnies. AP and Dekes sat at the bar in a heated debate, and Dylan, in all her tall, glorious fury, chewed out Drop Top Randy likely for something misogynistic he’d said to rile her up.

I was home.

Ghost stopped me at the end of the bar, near the door. His head was clean shaven except for the short, thin fauxhawk. I wanted to smack him right in the ghost flames tattooed on either side of his head. Skinny little fucker. After making out with Jester and doing whatever I’d done with Puck… Ghost wasn’t nearly as impressive as he’d once been.

“Hey.” He held another beer for Jester.

The desire to cuss him out was too strong to say anything at all. I hadn’t seen him since that night. I’d blocked his number. Stayed away too long because the thought of this moment made me sick to my stomach.

“You got a minute?” he asked before glancing over my shoulder.

I followed his gaze to where Jester watched us, eyes narrowed.

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