Page 24 of Absolutely Pucked (Punk as Puck #3)

“Maybe. I think he was hoping I’d just…I don’t know, disappear? Anyway, it was hell on earth after I got back home until they kicked me out. Living rough was hard, but being home was worse. ”

“Did you ever find out who your bio-dad was?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He scoffed. “No. I managed to get a name out of her, but I could never find anything about him. He wasn’t on social media or anything, so I figured he didn’t want to be found.”

“I bet a PI could get you the info,” I said. Mine had gotten me all the info that Delia thought was well hidden. Not that it did me any good.

Ford laughed. “Babe, there’s not a chance in hell I could afford a PI.”

I wanted to tell him he could have mine.

That I would use what little I had to pay Peri and give Ford some sense of security and closure.

But I also didn’t think he’d be willing to accept help like that from me.

Not when I could use that money to get out of his hair and let him get back to his peaceful life.

So instead, I wrapped my arms more firmly around his waist and began to massage his pecs. Ford groaned and leaned back harder against me. His ass wiggled slightly, and it was then I knew he could feel how hard I was.

“Is all this talk about childhood trauma turning you on?” he asked, and though I wasn’t looking down at his face, I could hear a smirk in his voice.

I couldn’t tell if he was serious, but I had no reason to be anything other than honest. “You turn me on. Um. And I swear I’ll never say that again if it bothers you.”

Ford was quiet for a long beat, then dislodged himself from my grasp and turned. The very end of his stump rested against the inside of my leg. It was soft and pliant and warm, just like the rest of him. He licked his lips, then said, “Do you hate Tucker?”

The question was like a punch in the throat. It took my breath away, and I needed a moment to recover. “No.”

“Not ever?”

I snorted. “He’s my brother. There have been so many times in our lives I hated his guts. And yeah, for a while, I kind of bought into the bullshit my parents were selling me about him being the bad egg.”

Ford winced, and I didn’t blame him. “That’s shitty.”

“Yeah, I know. But Tucker wasn’t easy to get along with back then, and our relationship was…

complicated.” I didn’t want to tell him the ways Tucker had tormented me back in school.

I wasn’t going to even attempt to ruin the way Ford thought about his best friend.

“I spent too many years trying to be the one who made my parents happy. I’ve stopped since then, but it was too late for us to ever be close.

If you’re asking if anything I did was out of malice, then no.

It would be a fuck of a lot easier if it had been. ”

Ford bowed his head. “Did you steal her on purpose?”

I didn’t need to ask who. Tucking my knuckle under his chin, I drew Ford’s gaze up. I needed him to believe my words. I would probably never be able to convince Tucker of the truth, even with the mountain of evidence I had. But if one person could believe me, that was all I needed.

“Falling for her was the worst mistake I ever made. And not because she ended up being a monster. That was probably my karma. It shouldn’t have mattered what she told me or what I thought was the truth. She should have been off-limits.”

“How long after the hospital before you two—” he started, then stopped. I didn’t need him to finish his question.

“Seven months? Maybe eight? Tucker had stopped talking to me by then. After he was released from rehab, he’d cut me off. She showed up at my house one night, and we got drunk, and she cried. I made a mistake with her.”

“Drinking and fucking her.”

“And believing her,” I told him. “She spent that night telling me that Tucker had cut her out. That he wanted her to be with me—a man who wouldn’t spend his life struggling.

And it sounded like the truth back then.

He’d been so…fuck, he’d been so down on himself and so hateful.

It was exactly the thing I imagined he would have said.

I thought…” I took a breath for this confession.

“I thought if I could mend at least one heart in this shitty situation, maybe everything would be okay. I had no idea she was lying.”

He was silent for a long beat. “You know Tucker believes you two were having an affair, like, in his hospital room, right?”

I had some idea about that now. I hadn’t at the time.

For so long, I’d assumed he was pissed because I went there at all.

But Delia had played the both of us against each other so fucking well.

“I know, and I’m not searching for absolution, okay?

It’s just the truth. I also know it doesn’t matter to Tucker anymore.

That’s why I could never bring myself to walk up to his front door and tell him. ”

Ford was quiet again, which told me he truly believed the same thing about me. Which, of course, he did.

“I believe you.”

Ford’s confession was like a blow to the chest. I hadn’t expected it. I knew he wanted me. I wasn’t a fool. But I knew he loved Tucker more. Unable to help myself, I grabbed him, yanked him against me, tipped his chin up…

And I kissed him.

He froze for a moment, and panic rushed up my spine because those had definitely not been kiss-me signals, but just as I pulled back, he gripped my shoulders and kissed me back.

It was messy and a little awkward, but his tongue was warm against mine, and his fingers were cool and shaking as they dug into my skin.

I groaned, long-held-back desire rushing through me, and the fact that I had this again was almost too much for me to comprehend. I held him like I was afraid he would disappear. Like maybe this was all some elaborate fever dream and I was still homeless, in the rain, now delirious.

“Killian,” he gasped.

He didn’t say my name often, so hearing it rush from his lips like a prayer made my dick kick and my face go white-hot.

“What do you need? What do you want?” I asked. My hands roamed his body, feeling him grow hotter, moving restlessly against me .

“Anything. Everything. Want your dick in my mouth,” he mumbled.

Oh shit. Everything felt surreal as he shoved me back against the headboard and used his impossibly strong hands to prise my legs apart. My dick was hard, tenting in my sweats, a small wet spot making the light grey darker.

He licked his lips, a hungry look on his face as he stared down at the outline of my cock. Then he looked up at my face. His pupils were dilated, and his cheeks were mottled pink. “Can I have your dick?”

“You can have anything you want,” I told him. And I meant it. For as long as he wanted. Eternity, if he’d take it. Weeks was more likely, but I’d agree to just about anything if it meant he wouldn’t stop this.

Groaning, he swallowed hard, then balanced on his knee and maneuvered so he was between my legs. His hands rucked up my shirt, urging my arms up so he could pull it off. He traced a touch around my right nipple, then my left, and they pebbled at the slightest graze.

“Let me?”

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and forced him to lock eyes with me. “Anything,” I repeated. “I mean that. Anything .”

He let out a puff of air, then nodded and dislodged my hand before diving down and taking my left nipple between his teeth. He bit hard—not enough to really hurt, but enough to send sparks shooting all the way down to my feet. My toes curled, and my calves went so tight they were rock hard.

“Fuck, fuck,” I gasped .

He groaned, then did the same to my right side before kissing down my chest. My head thudded backward against the wall, eyes tight shut because if I looked at him, I was going to shoot off right there on his face before he got the chance to get his mouth around me.

I breathed as slowly as I could manage, lifting up when he patted the side of my ass, and with a single tug, he had my sweats off. My dick bounced against my stomach as I dropped back down, and it was obvious he was as desperate as I was because he wasted no time.

There was no preamble. There was just a puff of air, then lips and tongue. He took me down in a single swallow, and I felt the head of my dick hit the back of his throat as he sucked.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Baby, sweetheart, I’m gonna…oh Jesus. I can’t,” I babbled.

He hummed, the vibrations too much. It didn’t matter how much I’d jacked myself raw to the memory of him that night, I was still too wound up. His touch was fucking electric, and I couldn’t hold back.

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” I warned, “you’d better—uhg—pull off now.”

He did. I ignored the tiny pulse of disappointment, but that was quickly eclipsed when he spit in his palm, took me in the tight circle of his fingers, then aimed my dick at his throat. “Come on me,” he said.

It was like I’d lost all control of my body. Pleasure shot through me in waves I couldn’t describe, and between one breath and the next, I was coming. A moan caught in my throat, coming out as a fractured, stuttered sound as I spilled .

I watched between heavy-lidded eyes as white-hot spurts hit him in the chin and on the throat. He looked like he was lost to his own pleasure, his hips fucking against the mattress as he milked me for every last drop.

But I wasn’t about to let him waste himself coming on the bed. I managed to regain some control and yanked him toward me, lifting him away from my cock. His eyes were feverish and wide as he stared down while I positioned him on my lap.

“What—”

“How do you want me?” I asked.

He swallowed thickly and stared down at where his hard cock was grazing my lower stomach. “I want your tongue…”

“Yes.”

“In my ass.”

“Yes.”

His eyes widened even more. “Yeah?”

I nodded, then gently pushed him over until he fell flat on his back. His leg fell to the side, his stump trembling with the effort he was clearly using not to come. His dick was so thick, so swollen, I knew it wouldn’t take long.

Grabbing him behind the knee, I pushed it up toward his chest, then lifted his stump and let it rest against my shoulder. “Like this,” I told him.

“Oh God, I’m not going to last.”

“I know,” I told him. I couldn’t help a small smirk. I’d never done this before. Not with Delia, not with my short, pathetic experiments as a younger man. This was entirely foreign apart from porn, and I knew that was unrealistic.

And yet, my want for him fueled my confidence, and I brushed two fingers over him before dipping my head down.

He smelled a little musky and a little soapy from his shower.

I brushed my nose along his crack as I pushed his hips up higher, then took a breath and touched my tongue to the whorls of dark hair covering his hole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped.

I tightened all the muscles in my mouth, then pushed forward, and after just a small beat of resistance, I was in.

It was nothing like going down on Delia.

It was a different world altogether. The taste, the feel…

fuck . It was wholly erotic, and even my wildest, unspoken fantasies didn’t come close to this.

I reached up to gently cup his balls, then traced downward just above where my nose was pressed, and I rubbed. Hard. He grunted, and I felt his stump twitch against my ear.

He let out a strangled noise, then a single gasp, and then his whole body tensed.

“Ahhh Jesus fuck oh God oh God,” he babbled, fucking his ass against my face as he came. I fumbled a touch up between his legs and found his own arm jerking his dick hard and fast.

I squeezed my fingers around his, and he jerked one more time before going completely limp against me. The only thing holding him up was my shoulders, so I pulled my tongue out, kissed his hole, then shuffled back to let his body rest.

Ford’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was a little fast but even. When I shifted away a little further, he didn’t move. Then I slipped to the edge of the bed, but before I could stand up, he caught my wrist.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I want to kiss you,” I told him.

He peered one eye open at me. “Uh, okay?”

“I figured I’d at least use Listerine so you don’t get my ass-mouth.”

He blinked, then burst into laughter and tugged me so hard I fell on the bed beside him. Fuck, he was so strong. He rolled me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress as he hovered above me. His hair was wild, and his eyes were still a little glazed over, and he was smiling.

I did that. Somehow, I put that joy on his face.

Me .

“What?” he asked, reaching up to cup my jaw.

I swallowed thickly. “You look happy.”

“You just ate me out,” he said with a soft hum. “I’m fucking delighted.”

I started to laugh, but he interrupted the sound with a kiss. He made a big show of fucking his tongue in and out of my mouth before pulling away with a series of small, tender pecks along my chin.

“I’m happy too,” I whispered.

He laid his chin on my chest, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feeling of him grounding me completely. “How long has it been?”

I swallowed thickly and forced the words out, which weren’t as broken as they felt. “A long time.”

He didn’t answer, but he held me a little tighter, and that was enough.