Page 38 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
I scoffed. “I don't need your help.”
“Do you know what that man is capable of?”
I rolled my eyes as I started down the hallway. “I can only imagine.”
“No, you really can’t. If Clancy finds out that you’re shacking up with his daughter, there won’t be anything Stone can do to protect you. That wasn’t Stone’s rule he set forth; that was Clancy’s.”
I slowly turned around to face him. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
He shook his head. “Nope. And if you were to hurt her in any way? You know damned good and well none of us would be able to find your body to bury you the proper way.”
I leaned against the wall, continuing to catch my breath. “Been a while since I’ve had the wind knocked out of me.”
Texas patted my shoulder. “This isn’t a joke, okay? Brigid isn’t a conquest or some casual hookup. She isn’t a piece of ass you can fuck with. I’m saying this to protect your life, Puck. Not your pride. End whatever it is. Okay? Promise me?”
I looked up at him as I finally caught my breath. “Yeah, yeah. I promise.”
As Texas walked with me back to my room, I found my eyes gazing upon Brigid’s door. Texas gave me the old one-two with his eyes before leaving me alone, but he made sure to peer over his shoulder before nodding in the direction of Brigid’s door. I held my hand up and nodded, signaling to him that I had this. That I could do this. But the second he disappeared around the corner, I charged into my own room and locked the door behind me.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
I limped into the bathroom and propped myself against the sink. I took a good, hard look at my face and the deep red mark Stone left around my neck with his bare hand. I rolled my shoulders, listening as my back cracked from my shoulders to my ass cheeks.
Then I shed my clothes so I could take the hottest shower imaginable.
“I need to fucking sleep,” I murmured to myself.
I turned on the water as hot as it would go and waited until steam filled the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and couldn’t help but notice that the shower would have easily fit both me and Brigid with room to spare. Damn it, the woman had crawled under my skin and I didn’t want to end things with her. She was the only slice of happiness to come my way in years. Fucking years. And I was supposed to let that go because some dickhead from another country thought my dick wasn’t good enough for his damn daughter?
Why doesn’t he let her be the judge of that?
I ran my hands down my face as the water battered my sore muscles. I washed Brigid’s scent off my body before I sat on the floor, allowing the hot water to relax me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back before stretching my legs out in front of me.
And as I sat there, allowing my mind to tumble out of control, there was only one thing I was sure of.
I don’t want to let her go.
But as I opened my eyes, reminding myself of where I really was, I wondered if that even mattered. I wondered if the guys even cared about what made me happy, despite the bullshit they went through just to keep their women at their sides.
Because it honestly felt like I didn’t have a fucking choice with these hypocrites hovering over me every second of every goddamn day.
Twenty-Two
Brigid
I was out the second my head hit the pillow, and it was well past lunch time when my eyes finally opened.
Holy shit, I’ve slept the day away.
Still, despite the tongue-lashing I knew I’d get from my father about wasting an entirely good day in the middle of a job, I felt better than ever. My dreams kept me occupied with all sorts of dirty things I still wished to do to Puck, and I wondered if he’d ever let me turn the tables and be the dominant one for once.
“Logging that away for late-night escapades,” I murmured as I slid out of bed.
I made my way into the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. I grabbed the small bag I had a chance to pack the other day and pulled out everything I needed to look presentable, but as I looked at my clothes, I noticed something.
“Fuck, they don't match,” I groaned.
I didn’t want to wear the same thing I had worn yesterday, but I didn’t have a choice. So, I cleaned myself up as best as I could before I headed out in search of caffeine. I pushed all salacious thoughts from my mind as I entered the kitchen and I hoped to God on high no one noticed that I wore the same outfit from yesterday.
