Page 15 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
He winked. “Would a guy who lays it on thick want your number?”
I paused. “You want my number?”
He smoothed his thumb against my cheek. “I do, yes.”
“So, I’m not just a one-night stand?”
His face grew stern as he shook his head. “Not by a fucking longshot.”
I cupped his cheek. “Stay with me tonight.”
He turned his head and kissed my palm. “I’d love to.”
I snuggled against his naked body with our intermingled juices drying against the inside of my thighs. But I should have known that he was nothing but a liar, and still possibly a cheat.
Because when I woke up with the sun streaming through my windows, my bed was empty.
Hell, I found my entire apartment empty.
“Puck?” I called out sleepily.
I sat upright in bed and tried not to grimace at the feeling between my legs.
“Puck, you still here?”
I rubbed my sleep-filled eyes as I got out of bed. I stumbled around my apartment, my head pounding with a hangover I hadn’t even considered I might get from the sheer amount of margaritas I chugged last night. I held my head as I walked into the kitchen and stuck my lips beneath the faucet of the sink. I chugged until I couldn't breathe, then took a breath before I chugged a little more.
And with every sip of water, I grew more aware of my situation.
Which made me angrier at myself for believing Puck’s absolute bullshit.
How could I be so fucking stupid?
That was all I’d been. A one-night stand. A used piece of ass. Sure, I had fun with him and all, but regret quickly filled my gut as I walked over to my front door.
Unlocked.
“God damn it,” I whispered to myself.
I flipped the lock closed and felt the need to do the same with my heart. I pushed all thoughts of Puck and his magic dick away from my mind and tried not to beat myself up too much. After all, he laid it on thick. He said every right thing and did every single thing I would have expected a horny gentleman to do.
The issue was that I fell for it.
Never again.
My phone rang and I walked over to my purse that I had dropped by the door last night. I rummaged around, hoping and praying it was Puck before I remembered that while he asked me for my number, I never gave it to him.
But when I saw who was calling, I quickly cleared my throat.
Don’t sound sad. Don’t sound sad. Don’t sound sad.
“Hello?” I asked groggily, trying to act like my brother had just woken me up.
And of course, in wonderful Rowan fashion, he knew exactly what had happened. “Who hurt you and what’s his name?”
I rolled my eyes. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Brigid. Spit out his name now.”
“For once, can you just act like a normal brother?”
“I am. I want the name of who hurt my sister.”
I sighed heavily. “What do you want, Rowan?”
He cleared his throat. “Sure I can’t change your mind?”
“Could you change Charlotte’s mind?”
He sighed. “You always gotta go there, huh?”
I smiled softly. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? You never call unless there’s news.”
“Well, you know that Dad, Kieran, Torin, Shea, and I are coming to San Diego for business meetings, right?”
I nodded. “Yep. Dad told me.”
“Did he happen to tell you that we’re going to have some down time, so we’re planning on stopping by?”
That perked up my mood. “Really? When?! No, no one told me that. Dad just told me that you guys would try if you made it into my neck of the woods!”
He chuckled. “Well, we’re going to be in your neck of the woods.”
“And after four years, I think I deserve to see my family.”
He paused. “Sure you don’t want to give me his name?”
I drew in a deep breath. “No. Right now, I want to be excited that I’m going to see my family soon. So, please, tell me you have a hard and fast date of when you guys are going to be stopping by. I’d like to take the whole day off if I can.”
And even though I wanted to be angry with what Puck did, I couldn’t be. Not anymore. For the first time since I started my college career, my family would be in town. Which meant I’d be able to kiss their cheeks, hug their necks, and enjoy their presence without an ocean and a half between us.
Which was something worth celebrating, no matter how stupid I’d been the night before.
Nine
Puck
Watching Brigid sleep against me spread a smile across my cheeks. For the first time in my entire life, it didn’t scare me to sleep over with a woman. It was the first time I’d ever wanted to stay after fucking a girl’s brains out, and I knew that meant we had something between us.
