Page 30 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
I threw my hands into the air. “What, you think I knew who you were? That I was targeting you somehow?”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Are you telling me that you didn’t target me?”
My eyes widened. “And why the hell would I do that?!”
“Because you're working for the cartel? I mean, your crew already has someone that supposedly has turned their back on the organization they worked in for years. How do I know you’re not the same way? That you’re not some double agent sent into my life to–”
I closed the distance between us. “And how do I know you didn’t seek me out that night? Huh? It wasn’t like I wasn’t already at that bar before you and your friend walked in. How do I know this wasn’t planned by your father? He seemed to know a hell of a lot about us before we even introduced ourselves. If anything, it makes you look guiltier than whatever story you concocted in your head about me.”
She shoved my chest. “I don’t give a shit about what you think. I don’t trust you and that’s that.”
She turned her back to me to walk away but I grabbed her arm, whipping her back around.
“Uh, excuse me?” she asked.
I pulled her close against my body. “You don’t get to walk away from me when we’re in the middle of a fight. That isn’t how I operate.”
She glared at me. “You better let me go before I–”
“Before you what? Call Daddy on me? Beat my ass? Try it, I dare you. Try it and see what happens.”
Her nostrils flared with anger. “Spit it out and then let me go. I’m tired.”
I dropped her arm and rolled my shoulders back. “Our club has been in lockdown for a while now. I wasn’t supposed to be out and about in the first place. I was due back at the clubhouse before midnight, and after waking up by your side, it was early morning. And what the hell was I supposed to do if I stayed anyway? Make you breakfast?”
She let out a frustrated laugh. “I wasn’t expecting fucking breakfast, you numbskull. But at the very least you could have woken me up to let me know you were leaving instead of sneaking out in the middle of the night like some rebellious teenager.”
I shook my head. “You know now that I had every intention of calling you, but then you showed up at the fucking clubhouse with the contact we were supposed to be meeting with, but I’m the one with answers you seek? Why don’t you try standing in my shoes for a second?”
“You say that as if your shoes matter.”
I growled as I hovered over her. “If you think for one second I’m going to allow your family to stomp all over mine, you’ve got another fucking thing coming.”
She grinned. “Should I tell my father that when I call him to update him on how this afternoon went?”
I dipped my face so close to hers that I felt her glorious breath against my face. “I fucking dare you.”
She gazed into my eyes for a while before she clicked her tongue. “I didn't plan on you, no. And before you ask, I also had no idea that you were part of the crew my family was meeting up with.”
“So, you admit that you’ve got no reason to be upset with me.”
She took a step away from me. “I never said that.”
“Then what do you have to be angry about? Tell me. Enlighten me as to why I deserve your wrath.”
She turned her back to me. “I knew it was a mistake.”
My ears perked up. “You knew what was a mistake?”
She walked toward her bedroom. “Sleeping with you. I knew I’d regret it for the rest of my life the second I woke up.”
I snickered. “Guess that makes two of us then.”
And as she turned around, her eyes boiling with heated anger, I let my smirk cross my lips as she drew in a deep breath.
“You could never regret me. I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
I chuckled as I lied through my teeth. “Trust me, you weren’t anywhere close.”
She sauntered toward me, wrapping her hand in my white t-shirt. “Then, by all means, let me refresh your memory so you know exactly what you won’t be able to have after tonight.”
And as she pulled me close, crashing her lips to my own, the conversation I had with Stone fell to the wayside.
As I gripped her ass cheeks and hoisted her against the wall.
Eighteen
Brigid
“Puck,” I gasped.
He sank his teeth into my neck as his hands pawed at my clothes. My nipples puckered so tightly for him that I swear to fuck they started to throb. His teeth raked against my skin, marking me with red streaks as I gripped his shirt. And after he came up for air, he leaned back just enough to slip his shirt over his head.
