Page 18 of Puck
Puck’s grin was amused. “Oh, don’t tell me you weren’t at least a little worried.”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“She was totally worried,” Layla said, suddenly crouched directly behind the two front seats.
I glared at her. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”
She just laughed. “The side of getting you two alone so you can get busy.”
Puck high-fived her. “I like that side. That’s my favorite side.”
“By all means,” I said, sweeping my hand in a sarcastic gesture toward the panel van as we passed it, parked on the side of the road. “Let’s get in the back of that van and get it on.”
Puck made a face, finally removing the cigar, staring at the end, which was now cold. “Oh, I don’t think you want to do that. It’s . . . a little messy in there.” He jerked a thumb at another alley as we passed it, pinching off the cherry of his cigar and stuffing the stub into the cargo pocket of his pants. “That’s a likely looking alley, though.”
“Oh yeah, up against the wall in a dirty alley,” I mocked. “You really know how to show a girl a good time.”
Puck leaned close, whispering, “Honey, when I show you a good time, you won’t just forgetwhereyou are, you’ll forgetwhoyou are.”
I felt his breath on my ear, felt the sizzle of his proximity, the heat and the promise in his words; somehow, I found myself believing him. Not that I’d let him know that, of course.
“You think so, do you?” I said, arching an eyebrow at him.
“I know so.”
“Better be a hell of an orgasm, then.”
Puck laughed. “Anorgasm? Colbie, Colbie, Colbie. You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?” I looked at him, irritated at his confident, arrogant, knowing smirk.
“Anorgasm won’t make you forget shit.” He leaned toward me again as we stopped at a traffic light, and I inclined my ear to him, expecting another whisper. What I got was his teeth, sinking into my earlobe, his breath hot, his lips grazing my ear. “So many orgasms you lose count? That might do the trick, though.”
I fought the urge to gasp. His teeth on my ear . . . stupid. Cliché. But dammit, why did it affect me so badly? Why did I have goosebumps all up and down my arms? Why was my heart racing?
“Bullshit,” I breathed. “You can’t make me lose count.”
“Oh no?”
I shook my head. “Before it was a dozen times, now it’s so many I’d lose count? Yeah, right. What’s next? So many orgasms I propose to you on the spot?”
“You doubt me.”
I shrugged. “I find it hard to believe.”
He frowned at me thoughtfully. “When was the last time you had more than two orgasms in a row?”
I went several seconds without answering. Glanced back, making sure Layla and Kyrie and the others were otherwise occupied in their own conversations.
Puck’s gaze was sharp. “You never have, have you?”
“Sure I have,” I lied.
Puck laughed. “You lie, Danvers.”
I kept my voice low. “Fine, you’re right. What’s your point?”
Another few moments in silence. “Wait . . .” Puck grabbed my arm and stared hard at me before turning back to the road. “You’re not—” His inquisitive sideways stare was meaningful.