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Puck

She’d been warm and sexy, pliant and writhing against me, and left me seconds away from carrying her to one of the other rooms and fucking her senseless. I’d never wanted a woman so bad.

Her words halted that desire. What she’d been through was bad enough, but people talking shit; I wasn’t going to tolerate it. There was power that came with sitting at that table. I’d use it for her.

I spun her around and lifted her back onto the counter, braced my arms on the counter, and leaned down so we were eye level.

The position was eerily similar to the way I convinced my kid to tell me shit he didn’t want to when he thought he was in trouble.

She wasn’t a kid and definitely wasn’t mine.

For a blink, I wished she was mine, and that told me everything I needed to know to get the fuck away from her. But I didn’t.

“Kenna. Answer me.”

The way she squeaked and ducked her head told me exactly who had said it. I’d beat that bastard’s ass this time.

She closed her eyes tight. “Promise me you won’t make it a thing.”

“I’m tired of that little fucker talking shit.” But I didn’t spin away, couldn’t because she’d leaned into me, her tiny, cropped t-shirt falling back over her breasts.

“He wasn’t the one talking shit. He just let me know that Nadine and the groupies were.” She stroked her fingers under my cut, and then down the front of my t-shirt. “He was looking out for me.”

No, he wasn’t. Surely she knew better than that. Why protect him when he hadn’t done shit to protect her? “He’s a god-damn moron.” Hell, the only reason he was still a probie was to hold up the facade of Preacher bailing on the MC.

Not an idea I’d been all in on, but AP and Cam had made the call. I’d go with it.

“Word is, I’m simultaneously fucking the entire Desert Kings’ table and somehow unable to fuck any of you—because none of you could possibly want me.” She was doing that thing where she spit out everything going on in her head.

I frowned. “Both of those things are bullshit.”

“Yeah?” She leaned back with a sullen expression. But the motion arched her back so that her breasts were closer to my face than anything else. The purple barbells pushing against the fabric.

My gaze stayed on her nipples, my tongue flicking across my lower lip, aching to taste them again. “You’re hot, Kenna. Any of these horny assholes would jump on it.” This horny asshole was getting caught in the rise and fall of her chest.

“What about you?” She scooted her butt forward, brushing her inner thighs against mine so that I stood between them.

My already aching cock twitched. She was distracting me from my anger. I couldn’t help but let her.

“I’m not going to fuck you in a shit-hole of a bathroom at the clubhouse. You deserve better.” I stood up and rubbed my hand down my chin and over my beard.

“Why not? If it’s what I want.”

I reached down, plucked her sexy little sore nipple between two fingers and gave it a pinch. “You don’t need me to fuck you. You just want to come.”

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth when she moaned, her eyelids grew heavy, and her lips parted. When I pinched her nipple again, harder, she mewled. I was damn sure going to give every one of those bitches something to think about tonight.

I’d take my licks from AP later.

Nothing in my entire life had been hotter or dirtier than Kenna all worked up and turned on. She’d been like this in my chair. Each brief drive of pain would turn her on even more. She thrust up from the counter, her groin rubbing against my arousal.

“Fuck,” she rasped.

My grin was slow. “More, little brat?”

She nodded and I tugged. “Bite it.” She whimpered. “Please.”

So pliant, so sexy, rubbing against me. I couldn’t resist. Or maybe I just liked to torture myself. I wanted more from her than that tight little body could give. Maybe one day I’d take it from her.

I dipped my head and gave her other nipple a gentle nip through her shirt. Kenna grabbed my head, tangling her fingers in my hair. Jesus, even the way she did that turned me on.

The room was so small, the heady scent of her arousal tempted me.

I pushed the shirt up, sucked a pretty little pebble into my lips and flicked my tongue across the barbell.

Pleasure, the reward for the pain. Nip, suck.

Back and forth, alternating nipples while she mewled on the sink and my cock ached something fierce.

“Please…” she whispered, her head falling back against the mirror and her eyes squeezing shut. “No one has made me come in so long.” Then she giggled, catching my gaze as I looked up. “Except me.”

“I told you, I’m not going to fuck you in here.” I straightened and blew the hair she’d pulled loose from my face.

“But we can play.” Her eyelids fluttered open, and she lifted her legs, hooking the heels of her little boots onto the edge. The little skirt she wore rode up, so that I had a full view of the tiny piece of silk that covered her cunt. The fabric was already wet with her arousal.

My cock twitched again. “Fuck.” I was going to fuck her in the bathroom.

“Please…” She ran a finger between her breasts and lower, down her stomach, and between her thighs, across that piece of silk.

It was the way she said it, low and full of arousal, with her wet lips parted, and dragging a bright-red polished fingernail over her pussy.

I reached for her, wrapping one hand around her throat and tracing her bottom lip with my thumb.

Then I knocked her hand away, dragging my knuckles over her damp panties.

She bucked, grinding against my right hand, as little moans vibrated against the palm of my left.

“Ask again.”

“Please make me come.”

I flicked the little piece of jewelry at her hood. Damn . That one particular piercing was my kryptonite.

I gripped her throat tighter and pushed her panties to the side to give it a little tug.

“You’re like unwrapping a present.” When she nipped my thumb, I chuckled. “Keeps getting better and better.”

I rolled the little half-loop with balls on each end into the folds, against the apex of her sex, flicking it across her clit as I shoved two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet, so tight, I had to hold my breath to keep from moaning.

“Puck.” She groaned against my hold, then gagged a little.

I rubbed my thumb on her mouth in the same little circle and moved the one on her clit. A flush spread across those gorgeous tits, as I fucked her with my fingers.

Desire and need twisted together and ran through me in that dirty little bathroom as someone banged on the door.

“Fuck off!” I half shouted, half growled, sliding another finger inside her as she bucked against my hand.

I watched her as she came, those big eyes rolling back, her mouth open, hips trembling, her cunt clutching at my fingers. She bucked, head falling banging against the mirror as I watched the lips of her perfect little pussy hug my fingers.

“Good girl,” I whispered against her ear before nipping the lobe and reaching for my belt. “Now your turn.” I may not fuck her, but she was going to earn that orgasm.

The banging on the door echoed through the tiny room again, this time so hard it shook. “Fight in the parking lot!”

The urgency in Merc’s voice blew through my arousal. I was Sergeant at Arms and this was my job.

I let go of Kenna, wiped my hand on my pants, and jerked her shirt down. She was gasping and still trembling, leaving her like that was by far the hardest thing I’d ever done.

She slid from the sink and straightened her short little skirt. “Puck, wait.” She grabbed the front of my vest and tugged, so I leaned down.

“Next time…” She placed a kiss on my cheek. “I want you to come. When you do, I want you all over my nipples.” She pursed her lips and gave me a saucy look that made me want to bend her over my lap and smack her ass until she was gasping again.

All of it spoke to a part of me she wasn’t ready for. But not something I could cut off. “Talk like that to me again, sexy little brat, and I’ll come wherever I damn well please.”

I stood, opened the door, and lifted my brow. “But you’ll have to earn it.”

She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it.

There was something about Kenna that hit me square in the solar plexus. I could always see the broken pieces she tried to so damn hard to hide. Maybe because of that night, because of what I’d seen, I was overcome with this fierce desire to put them all back together

I’d made damn fucking sure those little college pricks never tried that again. That violent, angry beast in my chest still craved blood. I closed my eyes, pictured his broken body being dragged behind my bike, bouncing across the desert like a rag doll.

Nope. That fucker would never put his hands on anyone. He hadn’t even had any left by the time it was over.

Kenna was going to cause me all sorts of trouble. I liked it.

“I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

I laughed without humor. “I’ve been told to stay away from you. And every time I see you, all I can think of is sinking inside you and forgetting about everything else. Even when you don’t try, you seduce me. Sexy little brat.”

I ducked out the door before she could stop me.

***

I yanked off the burly man’s cut and handed it to Ghost to hang inside, as other guys wrestled the two idiots into their rides home. Too much coke chased with too much booze had them rolling around in the dirt with each other after arguing over a football game.

Fucking idiots.

But breaking it up had been fun. Tossing bodies around and wrestling a man to the ground got my adrenaline pumping in a way I’d needed to fend off the desire from what I’d almost done to Kenna.

I didn’t like fighting with rules, so couldn’t get into fighting the way Jester and his brother did. But this felt good.

I glanced to Merc, who was dusting off his hands. One of them had tossed him around like a rag doll but he’d held tight. “Fucking bull in a China shop until you clocked him.”

Examining my busted knuckle, I chuckled. “This is why you were banging on the door so much?”

“Fuck yeah. I wasn’t breaking this shit up on my own.”

“Couldn’t have.” Jester lit a blunt standing by the door.

“Some help you were.” Merc shot a side glare at him and sneered, but was clearly joking.

“More important shit happening. I was waiting to see who came out of that bathroom behind this fucker.” Jester lifted his brow, grinning big as shit.

I flicked my head around fast, but he never said who. Just smiled bigger.

“I told you, brother, I’ll let you watch.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I walked past and halfheartedly punched him in the gut as I went. If Kenna wanted him, I’d damn sure fucking watch.

The kinky fucker laughed with dark glee.

“You were in there a long time,” Merc said under his breath, following me in. “And there were noises, brother. I don’t think you moan in that octave.”

But he danced away from my backhand. I could handle the grief they gave me because it was directed at me, not her.

When I saw Kenna she was with Riley and Dylan, truly smiling for the first time in a long time. Regardless of what we’d done in that bathroom, of how close I’d come to fucking her stupid, I was glad she was here.

Her, Cam, his ole lady…felt like the family was whole again.

I turned and went back outside, cracking my neck from side to side and staring off into what was left of the bonfire. The desire to pick Kenna up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her to my bike was too strong.

I needed space. The fading flicker of flame and glowing embers grounded me, reminded me of how quickly I could burn everything I’d built to ashes. I’d barely got me and Eli away from Jessica in one piece.

Everything I did here, was for him. Always him.