Page 11 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
But CrowMan cleared his throat and practically turned to face WhiteShirt. “Uh, do you mind?”
The man with the honey brown hair grinned. “Yes, I do. That was my seat you just took.”
“I don’t see your name on it.”
This man isn’t going to ruin my chances. “Actually, I was holding it for him. Just in case he grew the balls to come take it.”
WhiteShirt chuckled, and the sound washed over me like warm ocean waves. “You don’t need to worry about the size of my balls, beautiful.”
And of course, CrowMan tried to step up to the plate. “Well, you don’t need to worry about the size of my dick. It’s more than enough for you for tonight.”
I quirked an eyebrow and tried not to laugh in his face. “Really, now? Care to prove that?”
CrowMan leaned so close that his breath fanned against my skin. “I’ve got a back room open with our name on it.”
I giggled to keep from dry-heaving. “And here I thought you were brave enough to whip it out and simply show me.”
CrowMan shrugged. “I mean, I can if you want me to.”
I wonder if he’s that ballsy. “Go ahead, then. I’m waiting.”
WhiteShirt barked with laughter. “Good luck, my man.”
CrowMan looked back at him with disdain dripping from his voice. “Why don’t you go fuck off somewhere else?”
WhiteShirt shrugged. “Why don’t you whip it out? We’ll have a little contest.”
And I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I like the sound of that. I mean, if my best friend can get ones thrown at her all night by dancing, I’m sure I can judge a couple of dicks.”
CrowMan reached out to try and take my hand. “Or you can come with me and I’ll let your imagination run wild while my tongue does all of the work between your legs.”
But I wasn’t letting that man touch me. In fact, I wasn’t letting him get away with anything else. He had been rude, vulgar, and downright intrusive, and had any of my brothers been here, they would’ve already laid this jackass out on his back.
So, I did the honors.
“Fuck off,” I hissed.
Before I thought about what I was doing, I cupped the back of CrowMan’s head and slammed it against the bar, watching him sink to the floor like a sack of potatoes and everyone in the bar stopped to turn and look at me. I watched from my perched position on my stool as the man groaned on the floor. And while I fully expected to be kicked out of the bar—or possibly banned—that wasn’t the reaction I got.
Instead, everyone laughed as the bartender offered me another margarita.
“On the house,” she said with a wink, “because we’ve all been thinking about doing the exact same thing.”
I smiled and snatched up my drink. “Thanks, and you’re welcome.”
There was a bombastic laugh beside me that caught my attention. As I sipped my margarita through those tiny little red straws they give you sometimes at bars, I watched as WhiteShirt slid himself onto the stool that CrowMan attempted to obtain. The smile that slid across his face ignited his almost-yellow eyes, and I found myself at a loss for words. There was the softest smell of beer on his breath, but his aftershave—or possibly cologne—smelled heavenly. Like oak trees planted in the sky.
And as my tits puckered against my bar, I thanked my fucking stars I chose a padded one.
“Impressive,” he said.
The bartender inched in his direction. “Can I getcha another beer?”
He shook his head. “I’m good, but thanks.”
“Holler if ya need anything,” she said.
Then, she walked away with winks tossed at both of us.
“Ah, it’s not that impressive. I watched my brothers do it throughout my childhood,” I said.
WhiteShirt smirked. “How many brothers you got?”
I groaned. “Too many.”
“Well, I have a twin sister, and she would’ve done the same thing.”
I raised my glass. “To your twin sister, who is apparently my soulmate.”
He snickered. “Don’t tell her boyfriend that. He might not like it.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “And judging by the disdain in your voice, I can assume you don’t like him?”
He sighed. “It’s… complicated. And tonight needs to not be so damn complicated.”
I finished the rest of my fourth margarita. “Then, here’s to an uncomplicated night.”
And as I slammed my glass down against the bar, I watched that smile creep back across his face.
A smile that lit up his eyes, ignited his features, and made butterflies take flight in my stomach.
Seven
Puck
I held my hand out to the beautiful woman finishing her drink. “I’m Puck, by the way.”
She slid her hand into mine. “Brigid.”
“Beautiful name for a—”
“Beautiful woman, yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I chuckled as I released her hand. “So, you’re a frequent flyer of the night.”
“Woooo hoo!”
Brigid thumbed over her shoulder at her friend still dancing on the table. The girl had her hands pressed into the wood, her ass in the air, and it looked like her wig was about to fall off.
