Page 49 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
But my father clearing his throat quickly killed the moment. “Just because he’s not dead doesn’t mean you have to do that in front of me.”
I blushed as my head fell against Puck’s shoulder. “Sorry, Daddy.”
I found my father’s eyes as he sighed. “Does he make you happy?”
I nodded. “More than anything.”
“Does he treat you well, a leanbh?”
I smiled so brightly that my eyes closed. “Better than I deserve some days.”
Daddy waved his hand in the air. “Nonsense. You deserve all of the good things this world has to offer.”
Puck snickered. “Him and I can agree on that.”
I wrapped my arms around Puck’s neck. “You need to get more rest.”
Dad started walking down the hallway. “Yes, you should. At least, that’s what Notch told me to come tell you. He heard your voice and sent me with a message.”
Puck smiled down at me. “Are you headed to bed, too?”
I cracked my neck. “I will soon. We all need the rest.”
“I’m walking away now!” Daddy announced as he turned the corner to get out of sight.
And as I broke down laughing my ass off, Puck scooped me into his arms.
“Oh! Be careful, handsome!” I squealed.
He walked me into his bedroom. “You’re sleeping with me tonight.”
“I didn’t hear that!” Dad bellowed around the corner.
We laid down in his bed behind an unlocked door and I played with his hair. His eyes danced between my own, mesmerizing me with their beauty as his hands lazily explored my body. I’d never been touched by a man without it leading to sex, so feeling his hands caressing me without any ulterior motives was new to me.
And he sensed it. “I just want to touch you. Is that all right?”
I cupped his cheek. “It’s more than all right. Touch me all you want.”
He scooted closer to me. “I don’t think it’s smart to try and—”
I kissed his lips to silence him. “I know. You can touch me, even if it doesn’t lead to sex. Okay?”
He snickered. “All right.”
I turned over and wiggled back into him, causing him to wrap his arm around my waist. And as he pulled me close, the door inched open.
“Can I come in to check on my son for a second?” Lori asked.
I giggled as Puck called out for her. “Come in, Mom. Just me and Brigid snuggling in for some sleep.”
She pushed the door open. “For what it’s worth, you two are very cute together.”
I threaded my fingers through Puck’s hand against my stomach. “It’s worth a lot, thank you.”
She wrapped around to Puck’s side of the bed and did a few things that Notch probably sent her to do. She took his temperature with the back of her hand and checked his pulse at his neck. She inspected the I.V. sight on top of his hand before walking him through a few eye exercises for whatever reason. And after Lori was satisfied, I watched her move Puck’s hair away from his forehead before she kissed it.
Causing his face to light up with pride.
“Thanks, Mom,” he whispered.
She moved the blanket back over his shoulder. “I’ll come back in a couple of hours. Notch wants me checking on you for at least six more hours.”
I yawned. “Sounds good. We’ll keep the door unlocked.”
If she came in to continue checking, I didn’t know, because I fell asleep against the warmth of Puck’s body the second she left. I slept like the fucking dead until an alarm blared on his side of the bed and it caused him to shoot upright.
And only one thing crossed my mind as my eyes opened.
“I need to go check on Kieran,” I mumbled.
But the stampeding of feet down the hallway led to Rowan bursting through the bedroom door. His eyes darted from Puck to me to Puck again, then he drew in a deep breath before he groaned.
“Okay, I’ll process this later but Kieran’s up and I figured Puck would want to know.”
I stood to my feet. “Well, I’d like that information, too.”
Rowan thumbed over his shoulder. “Your room was my next stop.”
I ran my fingers through my hair. “Puck, are you—”
He groaned as he sat up. “You go. I’ll catch up.”
And I had never moved so fast first thing in the morning in all my fucking life.
Twenty-Seven
Puck
After splashing some water in my face and getting myself some food, I eased into the living room where everyone was gathered around Kieran. Brigid was all smiles and Clancy looked more relieved than I’d ever seen him, and everyone in their family held up a shot glass full of what looked like whiskey before clinking their glasses together.
Then, they all took their shot and slammed their glasses onto the coffee table.
“An Irish ritual when someone survives, apparently,” Stone said as he walked up to me.
I smiled softly. “Good for them. I’m glad he’s okay.”
