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Kenna

With my face pressed into Puck’s lap, folded over the ottoman with my ass in the air, I felt more powerful than I had in my entire life.

Naked, vulnerable, sandwiched between two of the sexiest men I’d ever seen.

They wanted me so badly I could feel it.

And here Jester was telling me he was just getting warmed up.

So fucking hot.

I groaned and gasped. “You promise? This is a dream come true for me.”

“I like nightmares.”

At the higher pitch in Jester’s voice, I glanced at Puck. A ghost of a smile teased at his lips, and he rubbed at his groin. Good God, he was big…and hard.

I nuzzled his lap, rubbing my face up and down the length of his erection.

I nuzzled him, up and down, as his body tightened and trembled.

I ran my hands up the length of Puck’s thighs as the sound of Jester’s belt sliding through his jeans brought my gaze around, over my shoulder.

He slid it out with one quick flick of his wrist. The popping sound stole my breath.

He palmed the buckle and rolled the leather slowly around his palm. My gaze tracked each movement as my body tingled in delicious anticipation. I lifted my head, propped up on my forearms in Puck’s lap, and licked my lips.

“You look like you’d like it,” Jester mused, pulling the excess leather until it popped.

“She fucking does.” Puck’s deep voice was almost a growl in the darkness, reminding me of that day in his tattoo chair and wishing desperately for those painful little clamps.

For him, I’d like just about anything. Because his eyes were on me, heavy lidded and full of desire, and I wanted to please him.

Jester gave me no warning before bringing the belt across my ass. The sharp, smarting burn took my breath, left my heart racing. I moaned, closed my eyes, and relished it as I wiggled my ass for more.

“Yeah, she does.” I could practically hear Jester’s smirk.

He brought it across my ass several more times. Each time I gasped and gripped Puck’s denim clad thighs. I thrust my ass out, arched my back, begged Jester for more with my whole body.

He folded over me, the muscles of his chest and thighs twitching with apparent anticipation, the heat from his bare chest warm against my skin. I bucked back, so that my tender ass raked against his denim and his erection. Jester nipped at the back of my neck, my ear.

“Tell me what you want, little slut. Put on a show for Puck.” He used the words Nadine had chosen, but from his mouth they sounded hot and not shameful. “Make him want us to fill you all the way up.”

He bit my shoulder sharply, then sucked the sore skin between his lips before standing again. I was wet, trembling, and unable to form words. Never, in my entire life, did I want to be filled with cock so bad.

I caught Puck’s gaze, his head tilted ever so slightly to one side in the pale light, his eyes heavy.

He kept his elbows propped on the arms of the chair, fingers threaded together over his chest, not touching me.

No matter how hot Jester was, how good what he did to me felt, he’d never do the things to me Puck could with one look.

I’d never want anyone that much. The thought ripped through everything I felt and sank, molten and heavy, to the very core of me.

“You heard him,” Puck said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him over the roar of my pulse in my ears.

“Done this before?” I teased, nipping at Puck’s cock through his jeans, and earning a smarting slap of the belt from Jester.

Puck leaned forward on his knees, face close to mine. “Nope.”

In this, I was his first. Which was so hot I had to close my eyes against the surge of desire.

“More.” I gulped in cool air as my skin tingled. “Jester, more.”

He obliged, swatting the belt back and forth against my ass.

I lost count of how many times. The burn coursed through me until I was panting and gasping, until my orgasm was so close I pressed my face into Puck’s lap and groaned so loud it was almost a shout.

His cock jumped a little beneath my face.

When I reached between my thighs to touch myself, to stroke my throbbing cunt that ached to be filled, Jester smacked my hand away.

“No.” Then he chuckled. “You want to come, baby?”

I nodded vigorously against Puck’s lap.

“Good fucking God, she’s so god-damn wet.” Jester traced his fingers across my slit.

Then there was the sound of fabric slipping away and plastic tearing.

The top of his cock pressed against my opening.

The belt slipped around my neck, pulling tight as he simultaneously filled me with his cock and jerked my body back by the leash he’d created.

I arched, moaning and holding my breath.

I had a brief glimpse of Puck leaning forward before I closed my eyes against the onslaught of sensation. Jester didn’t fuck me easy, using the belt to pull me back against him, he pounded into me. Then he’d release the pressure, allowing me to gulp for air, before pulling it tight again.

Then Puck touched me, his fingers twisting my nipples, the electric shock of pain and pleasure that only he knew how to give me. Jester fucking me hard, pulling all the way out, then back in, was enough to drive me mad. But Puck touching me, teasing me, was too much.

My first orgasm rocked through me as I trembled on my knees, fighting for breath, clutching at the belt. I shook with it, crying out with a choked scream.

“Good girl,” Puck said, taking the belt from Jester. “I’ve got something for you.”

Anticipation laced yearning tore through me as Puck dropped the belt and undid his own.

Jester clung to my hip with one hand and let the other clutch one burning ass cheek, while still fucking me…relentless.

I fell forward on my arm as Puck slid his zipper down. My mouth watered, my body shook anew, and I nuzzled at the opening, moaning when my lips briefly touched soft skin.

When his cock popped free, I groaned, thrusting back to meet Jester. I knew what Puck wanted, what I needed. He’d made me come twice. Now it was my turn.

I wrapped my lips around the tip of him. The silky skin over hard throbbing muscle was the most delicious contrast. I clutched at his denim clad thighs as my body undulated against him.

Jester pumped hard, forcing my mouth farther onto Puck’s cock. The big guy groaned, wrapping his fingers in my hair, twisting and knotting it around his hand. As his cock slid down my throat, my eyes watered.

Fast and faster, Jester fucked me. Desperately, I sucked Puck’s cock.

Both things at the same time overwhelmed me, until everything around me was taste and feeling, excitement and pleasure.

It built until I felt myself letting go again, the pressure building.

I bobbed as fast as I could on Puck’s dick, his erection seeming to swell in my mouth, his hips jerking now.

Jester reached between my thighs, twisting the little ring on my clit. The bolt of pleasure shot through me. I came again, gripping tight to Puck’s thighs, sucking hard.

As my body quaked from orgasm, Puck ripped my head back with a groan, jerking me up over his lap.

Something warm and sticky shot across my breasts. I smiled as he came, too, exactly as I’d asked him to. Our gazes caught as Jester jerked behind me, then fell back against the bed.

I sank onto my knees then, breathing heavy. And for several minutes there was nothing but the sound of the three of us catching our breath.

Puck moved first, tucking himself back into his jeans. Then caught the shirt that Jester tossed through the air. He reached forward, cleaning himself from my breasts. I fell forward, nuzzling his lap again, this time with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

“As for my first threesome, that was epically fucking hot,” I said, my voice muffled against Puck’s lap.

His chuckle made me smile again. He dropped the shirt on the floor and pulled me onto his lap.

Pushing his cut out of the way. I held myself still for a brief moment, imagining I could snuggle against his chest. The fear crept in, and I scrambled from his lap, reaching for what was left of my clothes on the floor.

“We can do it again, anytime.” Jester’s voice was light. “Little freak.”

“From you, that’s a compliment.” I couldn’t look at Puck as I stepped into my skirt.

With the knuckles of one hand, he stroked my upper arm. Not quite reaching for me but reminding me he was there.

“Damn right it is.” Jester stood and lit a cigarette, slapped my still stinging ass before I could tug the skirt over it, and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he tossed my shirt from the foot of the bed to me. I appreciated the view as he donned his cut shirtless and threaded the belt back through the loops. His pistol followed. He’d never even removed his boots.

The sexy swagger and good humor slid right back into place, like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless.

He winked at me on the way out the door, leaving Puck and I alone with the muted sounds from below. Puck was so big, so close, that the room seemed to shrink around us. He hadn’t even moved from the chair as I tugged on the cropped top.

Between my thighs was sticky as I padded to the bathroom to clean up. “I guess your vow of celibacy has been broken.”

Puck laughed a little. “Think that’s what it was?”

The room was only a tiny rusted mirror, pedestal sink, and a toilet. But Jester had left the hand towel on the hook for me. “I know there are dozens of woman downstairs that would happily fuck you senseless.”

No reply, not even a laugh. I was half nervous when I stepped back into the small room.

He’d shifted in the chair, throwing his long legs across the ottoman, and sinking down into it.

When he glanced up at me, his face was peaceful.

It made him more than the sexy, brooding biker or the stern father.

Softer, sexier. I thought of his offer, of curling against his chest, and went to the bed instead.

Sex was one thing. That sort of intimacy meant sticking my head out far enough to get it chopped off. My mom had taught me that. And every other man in my life except David.

“I’d rather keep things uncomplicated.”

“That what I am?”

“What you are, little brat, is fucking dramatic.”

He wasn’t wrong. I tugged a throw blanket up over me, focusing on the Hooligan patch on his chest, watching it rise and fall. I wasn’t supposed to know what that meant. But I did, too many years eavesdropping when David talked. And I knew Puck earned that—because of me.

How bad was I that it made me feel safer? Proud, even? That he’d killed at least one man for me. Maybe more.

I changed the subject before the sick feeling settled in my stomach. “Eli at home?”

“Nah. He’s at Mom’s for the night.”

“Oh.”

“You can sleep if you want. I’ll stay here.” Nobody would come through that door and hurt me.

He didn’t say anything for so long I thought he might have fallen asleep, so I whispered into the darkness. “I never said thank you for what you did.”

“I’d do it again.” His voice was a gruff rumble.

I closed my eyes then and slept. Because he was there to slay the demons.

***

At some point, he’d hung his cut and flannel shirt on the bedpost at my feet and tried to get comfortable. His head was kicked back awkwardly and his legs splayed over the ottoman. But otherwise, he looked comfortable.

I tiptoed to him and covered him with the throw blanket before crawling into the bed fully and sleeping.

The music had stopped, which meant the sound of gravel slinging on metal and the front door banging open shot me straight up. Puck jerked upright, too, dropping his feet to the floor and pulling on his boots.

He leaned across the space between us, bracketed me with one arm, and placed one finger against my lips. But his eyes were still heavy and for a breath, I prayed he’d kiss me.

I shivered once, the air cool, and he grabbed his flannel shirt and thrust it at me. “I’m going downstairs. Want me to lock the door?”

Someone shouted. More voices, louder, the sound of someone charging down the steps.

“No, I’m getting up.” It was almost dawn, and the party had just wound down.

Puck flicked on the light and shrugged into his cut before heading out. He didn’t look back, just shut the door quietly and left me there alone.

Something big was going on. There was an urgency to the noises below that were different from the dust up earlier. For the first time, fear licked at my heart. I checked my phone, nothing from David. Hopefully he was home, sleeping it off.

I tugged on Puck’s shirt and grinned when I saw he’d left my panties on the bedside table.

Riley was at the end of the bar when I came down the stairs. Seemed like all the commotion was in the kitchen. Her cheeks were pink and her hair messy, like they’d just ridden in.

“We had just got home when Cam got the text,” she said as I walked up.

“What’s going on?”

She blinked at me. “Two of the guys got jumped. One I think they took to the hospital. The other…” She glanced at the door.

“Band Aid here?” I asked.

“Yeah, medic guy?”

I nodded. “Where were they?”

“Cam said Millers Bar.”

“Outside of the county,” I told her. Dani, part-time bartender and former dancer at The Black Cat, was full-time bar manager at Millers.

From just outside the kitchen, I could make out the voices. Someone was saying they’d stolen their cuts. I grew cold, wrapped my arms around myself, and glanced over to where David’s cut hung among others. I’d never heard of someone stealing a cut.

That was a big deal. Someone would pay for it.

Standing there beside Riley, I thought back to that night at the frat house. “This will get ugly.”

She cast me a brief glance, but didn’t say anything. Because we knew firsthand what happened when you pushed the Desert Kings. That was a bear nobody should poke.

The door swung open and Jester, still shirtless, strolled through, followed by Merc. Who stopped to glance at me. “Your friend still running Millers?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to text you a couple of descriptions. Ask her if she’s seen them around.”

I nodded. “I work tomorrow—tonight. She should be there.”

Jester mussed my hair, winked, and strolled toward the door, the whites of his eyes showing a little crazy. “Let’s go hunting, boys! Suuuuu eeee!”

Cam came out next, taking a drag off a cigarette. “Kenna, can you take Riley home for me?”

I nodded. “Of course.” But I wanted to wait until Puck came out, to say goodbye, tell him to be safe. Almost like I was his ole lady

I wasn’t. Never would be.