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Kenna

Why not do exactly what I wanted? Puck had turned the burners on, but he seemed more interested in his pool game until I flirted with Jester. In fact, anytime I got close to Jester I had Puck’s full attention.

And if my little show made Puck miserable, served him right.

I shoved my way through the bitchy patch bunnies that surrounded the tall, kinky flirt. He glanced up, grinned, and wrapped an arm around me when I straddled his lap. He wasn’t reaching for any of them.

Knowing Puck’s gaze had followed me, I made a show of every movement, grinding my hips as I brushed my lips across Jester’s.

He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and deepened the kiss.

Desire coiled in my belly when he sucked my tongue into his mouth and lazily stroked my side.

Nadine, all these women watching, all they wanted in life was a man sitting at that table.

The bragging rights that came from banging a Desert King.

If Nadine was going to accuse me of shit, I might as well earn it. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he slid his hand up the back of my thigh, fingers teasing at the hem of my skirt.

I pulled away, nipping his bottom lip and giving it a tug as I did. His eyes were heavy lidded, the tattoos on his throat framed his handsome face. Unlike the others, Jester was clean shaven, even the sides of his head under the ponytail he wore.

“We’ve got an audience,” I whispered.

He glanced over my shoulder, his lips twisted in a wicked grin. “Darlin, if we don’t get upstairs quick—I’m going to give them one hell of a show.”

He pulled that bottom lip between his teeth and inched his hand higher under my skirt, giving me a dirty little thrill as he did. When the tips of his fingers hit warm bare skin, his eyes widened in appreciation.

“Blame him.” I cocked my head across the room toward Puck, who smirked as if he knew exactly what was going on. Since Jester wasn’t hiding his scandalizing touch, he probably did.

Jester’s eyes grew impossibly dark, like he was about to eat me alive. “You’ve been a bad girl, Kenna.”

“You gonna do something about it?”

“Damn straight.” His hand snaked up to grip my bare ass cheek.

A shock of pleasure lit up my spine from his touch. I leaned down, nipping at the diamond in his earlobe. “I want him to watch.” I glanced back at Puck and smiled in challenge. The big guy had gone still, shoulders rigid, his grip tight on the pool stick in front of him.

“I think we can work something out.” In one fluid motion, Jester stood, taking me with him before letting me slide slowly down his chest. It was a possessive, claim staking movement that made me tremble with want. All eyes were definitely on me in this part of the clubhouse.

Then he took my hand and led me toward the staircase, pausing just long enough to jerk his chin from Puck to second floor where all the bedrooms were. The big guy gave a curt nod, then pierced me with a glance.

This was what it meant when people said someone could see right into you, to all the things you keep hidden. He did so then, heating me all the way to my middle and leaving me weak, wet, and wanting. He licked his lips slowly, then turned back to his pool game.

“Um…” I said, stopping at the top of the stairs and casting a teasing glance back toward the pool tables to keep Jester from noticing how my knees wobble.

He chuckled. “Oh, he’ll be right up. He wouldn’t miss this for the world. He’s definitely going to want to watch what I’m about to do to you.”

He stopped at the first room, pushing the door open and pulling me in behind him. This one was small, a twin bed and beside it sat a chair and an overstuffed ottoman. The light from the tiny bathroom bathed the entire room in a muted glow. Music and conversation floated up from downstairs.

I’d never been in this room. Jester moved as if he were very comfortable. He slipped off his cut, hung it on the bed post at the head of the bed.

His back to me, he pulled his shirt off, tossing it.

I was rewarded with a view of his muscular, tattooed back.

The Desert Kings’ logo, its gleaming golden pistons making the crossbones for a wicked-looking skull, took up most of it.

Various other ink surrounded it, but I didn’t take time to inspect them all.

My gaze instead landed on the pistol in the holster at his back.

He removed the gun and its holster, sitting both on the nightstand before turning and sitting on the edge of the bed. I drank in the look of him. Jester, shirtless, was sexier than I’d let myself believe.

Silver glinted at his left nipple, and tattoos winked all over his arms and chest. He crooked a finger at me, and I went. Standing between his legs, I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. Even sitting on the bed, he still had to duck his head to kiss me.

It was all tongue, lips, and heat. His hands went to my ass, pushing the skirt up, squeezing tight, and raking his fingers up and down. The pressure bordered on pain, stopping just before . Damn.

His touch drove me crazy.

Then a hand went to my hair, jerking my face back and ripping my mouth from his. The sharp bite of pain made me gasp and forced my body against his, dropping my hands to his lap, to the arousal stretched tight against his jeans.

He tsked me, waving a finger in front of my face. “You’re a horny little thing, aren’t you?”

I smiled and laughed. “Maybe.”

When he released my hair, I dipped my head to kiss him again, but he pulled me back. “We didn’t come up here to make out like teenagers.”

“But you’re so good at it.” I half whined.

The twist of the corner of his mouth was so sexy, I almost groaned.

Jester was hot. The tattoos up to his throat didn’t deter from the high cheekbones, full mouth, and gold flecked brown eyes framed by blond tipped thick lashes.

A thin scar across the top of his right cheek and his nose wasn’t quite straight. Neither made him any less handsome.

What made him sexier was the that behind that handsome face lurked something dark, dangerous, that threatened to eat me alive.

“Take off your clothes.” His voice rumbled, quiet and husky in a way I’d never heard it before. It wasn’t a request.

I pushed off from his chest, lifting the cropped shirt and letting it fall to the floor. When he saw me, Jester licked his lips and made a sexy little mmm . I pushed the skirt down my hips, and his brow raised when he saw the other piercing.

“Aren’t you full of surprises?” Then he twirled his index finger in the air. “Turn around.”

I did as I was told, loving that he looked at me, that he’d done so with heat in his eyes. He ran both hands over my cheeks and made another appreciative sound in his throat.

Exposed and on display, I trembled. I was aroused, excited, my nipples tight against the new jewelry.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with this tight ass.” He caressed that aspect and pulled me back toward him, against his groin where he rolled his hips into me, grinding his cock against my ass.

The door opened then, Puck’s large form blocking out most of the light. He shut it behind him, the lock clicking quietly in place. Not that I couldn’t leave. I knew, with one word from me, this was over.

I damn sure didn’t want it to be.

Jester’s hands moved around to the front of my body, tugging me up so that I straddle his lap. His knees spread my legs wider, leaving me fully exposed to Puck as he dropped into the chair in the corner across from us.

“So sexy,” Jester murmured in my ear, sliding one hand down to tug gently at the curved barbell at my clit. “You do this?” he asked Puck.

The big man shook his head no and adjusted his groin with one big hand. That one motion almost as hot as Jester’s hands on me, the heat of his body pressed against my back, his lips at my neck.

“What about these?” With his other hand, he plucked at one nipple enough to hurt, and I arched into his touch and rocked my cunt against his fingers.

Puck nodded, and I gasped at the tiny sting of pain. I was still sore from where Puck had touched me, suckled me, and made me come.

“She likes it when it hurts,” Puck said in almost a whisper.

Jester’s fingers rubbed against my clit, harder now, using the piercing to stimulate me. A tiny groan left my lips as the shocks of sensual sensation began to ripple through me.

“She’s a kinky little whore.” He nipped my ear. “I like it.”

Puck grinned. “Me too.”

My heart raced as I rocked my hips against his fingers, reaching behind me to hook my arms around his neck.

“You like that?” he asked me.

Fuck yes, I did. I nodded with a little moan.

While he strummed my clit with one finger, he slipped two more into my pussy. In and out, in a steady rhythm, he finger-fucked me. I bucked against his hand, pleasure and friction building.

“So tight.” He nibbled my neck. “You didn’t tell me how fucking tight this pussy was.”

He wasn’t talking to me. Puck’s eyes tracked the motion of Jester’s fingers, his tongue tracing his bottom lip. He looked so fucking hot I almost came on Jester’s hand.

When he twisted my nipple hard, my entire body arched like a cord ripped taut. My mouth opened, the pleasure forcing a mewling moan from my lips as tears stung the back of my eyes. I trembled, my body on the very edge of orgasm.

“But she’s been bad.” He shifted, snatching his hands away long enough to grab my hips and shove me forward, leaving me aching for the orgasm that hadn’t come.

I didn’t fall. He held me, but I landed on my stomach on the ottoman, my face in Puck’s lap. Jester tilted my hips up and open-palm slapped me on the ass. It stung, but he could make it hurt so much worse.

“That all you got?” I challenged him over my shoulder, rising onto my palms. “I thought you were supposed to be some super kinky, king of the sex dungeon. I’m disappointed.”

Puck laughed.

Jester’s hazel eyes fired and he sneered. “Fucking brat.” He let me go, leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. “I’m just getting started.”