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Puck

Kenna was the hottest god-damned thing I’d ever seen. In my chair, arching her back, pretty tits thrust out, furiously grinding her hand against her cunt. Fuck, it was hot in the tiny room. Beads of sweat formed down my back and over my forehead that I swiped at with the back of my arm.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating and pulled me so close that I was practically on top of her. Fuck AP. Fuck Ghost. That I wasn’t balls deep inside her right now was their fault. For the first time in my life, I wished I didn’t sit at that fucking table.

Twisting the clamp on her nipple was like turning her on high. She bucked against her hand and moaned so loud I clamped my latex covered hand over of her mouth.

Those big, sexy whiskey-colored eyes blinked up at me. Frightened a little at first, then back to wanting.

She was a little freak. One I could fuck senseless. There was so much dirty shit I could show her, so many ways I could make her come.

Not here. Not now. Fuck.

But I’d watch her come and think about it for months. I’d tease her but remind her of all the reasons she didn’t want to go there with me. Jester was right, for just a taste I’d watch him fuck her and wish it was me.

“Not a fucking sound.” I pulled the clamp off her nipple.

She whimpered against my hand, her own stopping in her shorts. I looked down then. The denim was open, a flash of damp pink silk showed.

Clip still in my hand, I used my knuckles to push the denim down one hip. Realizing my goal, Kenna wiggled, shoving her shorts and panties down her thighs.

God, she was beautiful. One small landing strip of dark hair, pretty pink lips, and that sexy as sin silver half-hoop between her fingers. Her clit was pierced. Fuck, I was a sucker for a hood piercing.

Glancing up, I gave her a stern look. “Understand?”

She gave me a vigorous nod, the purple tips of her dark hair shaking. Damn, I had to constantly remind myself how much trouble she was—could be. For me, for the club if I went there.

In my life, the buck stopped with me. I couldn’t afford to get mixed up in that sort of crazy, not again. Yet, here I was, snapping that little clamp on, twisting it, and releasing it, watching her writhe, then gaze up at me…

It was those big, wide-set eyes that did me in every fucking time. She was begging, without saying a word, for the pain again.

I released my hold on the clasp, the small piece of metal snapping against her swollen, pink bud. The pressure caused it to turn a pretty shade of pink, pleading with me to suck on it.

Instead, I straightened and gave the god-damn thing a little tug. She gasped against my hand, eyelids fluttering closed on a groan. Her fingers twitched then moved faster as I released the pull. I watched her work her pussy and couldn’t look away.

Mixing pleasure and pain had always been a turn on for me, but there was an innocence to the way Kenna reacted. It’s like she wanted something she didn’t quite understand.

Fuck, I was going to give it to her.

I pulled at her nipple again, clamping down harder on her mouth when I released the nipple. The desire to taste her, just once, was so strong that I flicked my tongue over her unpierced nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

Her sexy little moan was as hot as fire. I’d spend at least half an hour in the shower tonight, replaying that sound. It was even stronger than the image of her splayed out on that bed at the frat house…that had sustained me for weeks.

I jerked my mouth from her breast, then blew across her nipple and as soon as the chill bumps appeared, I snapped the clamp back on it.

She bucked into her hand, her entire body rocking up and into my chest. No, Kenna hadn’t played like this before. Ghost had never understood what he had. No one had.

There were so many things I could teach her.

Her entire body gave a hard, telltale shiver. Her body tightened, and she mewled against my hand, her eyes closing tight as her orgasm wracked her. Damn. I’d never had a more beautiful woman in my chair—ever.

I rocked back onto my stool, dropping my gloved hand from her mouth to open another sanitary wipe.

She was still trembling when I removed the clamp. The gasp that escaped her sexy bowtie mouth made my cock twitch. Ignoring my dick, I cleaned the nipple one more time for good measure, blowing across it again.

“Oh,” she said when I did.

This time when I clamped her, I followed through with the clean needle and the jewelry.

She watched me, mouth slightly parted and lips wet, her hand still clutching her cunt, almost as if she were hiding it from me.

“I have a list of aftercare instructions,” I said as I wiped the cotton swab and solution over the new piercing.

I went over cleaning and care, ignoring the little tingle of pleasure I got at the way she listened with an earnest expression, hanging on every word.

The contrast to how she’d looked seconds ago when she’d came drove me crazy.

I brought her damp fingers to my lips and sucked the taste of her from them. Fucking hell . I closed my eyes against the musky taste, savoring her. Then opened my hand and dropped hers, continuing on with my instructions. Because if I didn’t, I was going to flip her over and lose myself in her.

“Six weeks; I need you back here to size down.” I nodded at her piercings as she stood and gingerly pulled her shirt down. “If you don’t, it could affect the finished product.”

“You’re saying I have small tits and you don’t want them looking like cow udders?” She snorted, but her little grin was a teasing one, as she nibbled her lip and pulled up her shorts.

I shrugged. “If that’s what you’re going for, don’t let me stop you.”

Kenna had a cute, lyrical laugh. I liked it. There were times I’d stood outside and listened to her laughing with Eli. Little man liked her a lot. Another reason I had to tread carefully. She stood, taking the plastic bag with her after care stuff.

There were a million reasons I needed to pretend like this never happened, but my cock ached and throbbed in my pants, straining against the denim. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over the other way and fill her up.

The way her eyes darkened and her tongue snaked out across her bottom lip told me she’d be all for it.

Fuck.

“If you have any issues, come back by.”

She blushed, turning away and ducking out the door. “Thanks, big guy.”

There was something about the way she said it that would stay with me all the way home where I could rub one out.

***

Ghost was in the clubhouse when I pushed through the front door. As always, he got busy when he saw me. I was annoyed instantly, not because of him—he was nothing to me, but seeing the little prick made me think of Kenna.

How I hadn’t seen her in weeks. How I kept trying to find reasons to text her. How I drove by the club several nights a week to make sure her truck was there. Hell, a few times I’d followed her home just to make sure she was okay.

I had to get her out of my head.

When I sat down to sketch, when I closed my eyes to dream, all I saw was her drugged and splayed out on that ratchet little bed…lips wet and parted, shirt up. But I wasn’t just drawing that night now, I was drawing her in my chair, making herself come.

Fuck.

Three vacant seats at the table were reminders of how much the Desert Kings had lost in the past few months. Before Archer had died, the MC had a clear-cut path. Now, it was like we were rebuilding. Stronger, I hoped. At least Cam would be in his rightful place soon.

“Heat’s dying down some,” Merc said when AP started the meeting with a quick smack of the gavel. “Talked to Hayden and Wyatt. The old guy said they’ve about wrapped up Preacher and Paul’s disappearance.”

They’d never find bodies. We made damn sure of that.

We’d dug that hole real deep and left some breadcrumbs that placed that disappearance over the southern border.

But Cam had pulled that trigger. Keeping him clean was all that mattered.

He didn’t have the same level of protection from the cops as Merc.

He couldn’t come back until the dust settled. I couldn’t touch Kenna until then, either. And what would happen when I did? If I did—

“Band Aid ain’t talking and won’t, the shit with Archer was enough to bring him over to seeing things our way,” Dekes added with a shrug of a bony shoulder as he lit a cigarette. “The rest that were there have sworn they were here.”

All things we knew, but it was good to lay it all out.

“That leaves the kid.” AP slid his cobalt gaze toward me. “I told you to stay away from the girl, I want him thinking we want him around.”

And if we really did, I’d respect him too much to fuck his ex. But we didn’t and I didn't. “She had work done at the shop.” I held my hands up, palms out, and acted innocent. They didn’t need to know what happened behind closed doors.

Then he glared at Jester.

“It was a fucking strip club. I smacked her ass a little, played tongue hockey. I didn’t tie her up or anything.” But he was grinning big. “Besides, you didn’t say shit to me about it.”

“Jesus Christ, if you’re going to make this hard on me, kid. He’s yours. He needs a new sponsor, someone to keep him in check until we get shit sorted.”

I laughed out loud when all the color drained from Jester’s face, and his eyes grew like saucers.

“Are you fucking serious, AP?”

“All in favor?” AP held up the gavel, but the expression on his face said if we weren’t in favor, we were fucked.

“Sorry, bro, yay.” But I couldn’t keep from snickering.

Merc was laughing, too. “Fucking yay, man.”

“Watch where you stick your tongue, bud. Yay for me.” Dekes chuckled.

“I’m afraid I’m next up. And I don’t even get to mouth fuck some hot little piece. Yay, mother fucker.” For the first time in weeks, Drop Top was grinning, too.

The gavel clacked down. “There it is. Ghost is your probie. Cam is back end of the month. We’ll plan the big vote from there. Let’s find guys to fill these seats.”

“David’s new ole lady wants him in here.” Merc leaned back in his chair, rocking it precariously on the back legs.

“He won’t do it,” Dekes piped up. “Hated it when he was here.”

“Cam said Ivan’s looking for a change of scenery with less responsibility,” AP murmured, drawing all our attention. “I’m all for it.”

“That leaves one seat empty,” I added. “Who we looking at?”

Drop Top thumbed through his notebook. “Guys who have said they’d do it are Band Aid, Kickstand, Rowdy, Pork Chop…” He continued to rattle off names.

There for a while, being in this room left me itchy, anxious. The brotherhood and comradery I’d needed when I’d left professional hockey had been stolen from this place. It was back or would be when Cam took his seat again.

I missed Archer. He’d brought me into all of this. But Preach…nah, I never liked him. I liked Ghost even less. But that was more to do with Kenna than him.

“Puck and Dekes, I need you to flank Jester with us on the run south tomorrow,” AP said at last.

God-damn it.

Mom wouldn’t be able to pick Eli up after school for the rest of the week. She had some sort of procedure tomorrow. Some of the patch bunnies had offered to keep him. But I wouldn’t trust half of them to keep my boots clean, much less care for my kid. Fuck.

I could call Kenna. Eli had been asking about her.

The excuse to make the call propelled me out the door when AP adjourned the meeting. When he said stay away, her keeping an eye on my kid wasn’t what he meant.

That shit in the office at the shop? Yeah, that one held some weight.

***

Jester’s white extended-cab pickup windows were tinted so dark you couldn’t see shit, with a white skull on the back glass. You’d have to look close to know it was the Desert Kings MC logo without the crown and piston crossbones.

Because he wasn’t riding, the skull was naked. Because he was a King, he wanted everyone to know.

These weren’t the kind of runs I liked to make. The weapons, the bullshit for the Ukrainians I’d do all day. Hell, if pressed I’d even say I liked Val and considered Ky a friend. Even if the older brothers were weird as fuck.

But cartel…I hated this shit.

If something went south on this run, we were on our own. But we had to make it. Because of Preacher’s debt, we had to mule drugs for the cartel. Or risk Garza’s wrath. With no one to fall back on.

Jester would take it all. Pretty damn close to a life sentence.

It’s why we flanked him. Dekes scouted ahead. Merc, AP, and I brought up the rear. We’d start some shit if we had to, just to keep Jester clear of the cops.

Watching Merc and AP ride together made me sentimental. The only thing in this world that meant more to me than the MC was Eli. Maybe one day I’d ride side by side with my kid the way AP did now, if his bitch ass mom didn’t fuck him up too bad.

If I kept her away, he’d suffer. If I kept her around, he’d suffer. It was a lose-lose situation we’d brought our kid into the world to. I’d do my damnedest to make it right. Even if that meant doing shit like this.

These men would die for me, for my kid. I had no brothers, not that I knew of. These were those who’d be there for him, even if I couldn’t.

The closer to the county line we got, the more anxious I got. We’d have some coverage through to Vegas. But south of there, into California, we wouldn’t have shit.

I glanced at the entrance to the Bends as we passed that white trash waste land. A brand-new Challenger sat at the stop sign on the busted concrete. Gleaming black, blacked-out windows, barely any dust. It was so out of place in such a desolate location, I took notice.

When it creeped out behind us, I kept my eyes on it through the rearview. Merc did too, falling back to roll beside me. Protecting his dad, our President.

They stopped at Miller’s bar on the outskirts of Dry Valley. It was the sort of place only barflies flocked to. We’d been there before, did charity runs and other shit that stopped there.

No one exited the car while we were in sight. But the sleek sports car wasn’t the sort of thing Wanda’s boys would be driving.

I glanced at Merc and he shrugged. It wasn’t a problem…until it was. And we’d handle it then. Something sat heavy in my gut, though. When a man like Preach died, there was always another sleaze bag to take his place. They were like cockroaches; you couldn’t kill them all.

Or maybe we could. We’d damn sure try.

This was our town.