Page 32 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
He snickered. “Of course. I’m tasked with making sure you’re safe.”
I closed my eyes. “What time is it?”
He paused and his body shifted before he answered. “Seven in the evening.”
I groaned as I rolled over onto my side. “You hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
“Good. How do you feel about Chinese?”
He smiled down at me. “Tell me what you want. Dinner’s on me tonight.”
And as I laid there, staring up into his monstrously beautiful face, only one thought crossed my mind.
He’s easily the best I’ve ever had.
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Puck
I continued running my fingers through Brigid’s hair as I placed our delivery order for Chinese. And after I hung up my cell phone, I tossed it onto the bedside table that didn’t house all of her things.
“Come here,” I grunted.
She whimpered and giggled as I hooked my arms beneath hers, pulling her further up my body. I settled her in between my legs, allowing her head to fall against my shoulder before I leaned against her headboard. I cradled her like a child, kissing her forehead and doting on her as her shivering body curled up to me for warmth. And after I wiggled the comforter out from beneath our sweat-covered bodies, I pulled it over us.
Relishing the way she sighed with relief in the process.
“Guess that’s one way to end a fight,” she said softly.
I barked with laughter. “Yeah, I guess that’s one way to do it.”
She giggled so brightly and so wonderfully for me that it seized my heart in my chest. What the hell had this woman done to me? Why couldn’t I just stay away from her? I closed my eyes and drank in the sound of her laughter. I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could, committing to memory the way her softness felt against my muscles. She was warm and inviting, and I couldn’t wait to share more of these moments with her while our families worked together to beat the unbeatable.
And through it all, she gave voice to the one question that rushed around in my mind.
“What the hell do we do now?” she whispered.
I clicked my tongue. “Honestly?”
She looked up at me with hopeful eyes. “Yeah?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Her face fell flat. “Wow. Okay.”
I sighed. “I’m just saying that my club and your father clearly can’t find out about us. Stone set a strict line with not getting involved with you.”
She grinned. “Even though that command was already too late?”
I playfully glared at her. “Down, girl.”
And when she gave me her best growl, I honestly thought I’d melt into a puddle of love onto the floor.
“You’re pretty tough, aren’t you?” I asked.
Brigid shrugged. “I’m just me. I don’t like people underestimating me just because I’m a woman.”
I nodded slowly. “Does your family do that a lot?”
She scoffed. “Does a duck with a boner drag weeds?”
I threw my head back with laughter. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a Letterkenny fan.”
She giggled along with me. “It’s a great show. I love how quickly they play off one another.”
She’s too perfect. “So, what do we do about whatever this is then? You know, since no one can find out.”
Her gaze met my stare. “I’m still not sure as to why they can’t find out. I mean, we’re grown adults.”
I tilted my head. “Well, your father asked for someone Stone trusted to watch over you. And I’m pretty sure your father didn’t mean in this way.”
She looked up at the ceiling. “Sounds like a personal problem of his then.”
I like her spunk. “So, since we’re getting along and everything…”
She rolled off my lap and sat up on her own. “Or because we’re in a sort of post-coital bliss?”
I winked. “That, too.”
She crossed her legs and I couldn't help but take a long, silent pull of air laced with the smell of her womanhood. “Just spit the question out, Puck. It’s not a big deal at this point.”
I straightened my back. “All right, then. Do you want to talk about why you were so angry that I left last night?”
She blinked. “Do I really have to spell out for you why it’s bad to come back to a girl’s place, fuck her senseless, tell her that you’re staying over, and then leave?”
I rested my head against the headboard behind me. “Look, I really am sorry. But I’m shit with relationships. I mean, I can’t even hold a relationship with my own drugged-out mother, much less a woman I’m not related to.”
“Please tell me there’s a ‘but’ after your statement.”
I lifted my head and looked deeply into her eyes. “But this is the first time I’ve ever missed being around someone.”
She smiled softly. “Seriously?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
She relaxed a bit. “Well, I suppose you aren’t bad to look at.”
I chuckled. “At least I’ve got that going for me.”
She poised herself on her hands and knees. “So, I guess you sticking around for a while wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
