Page 36 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
“Huh?”
I took a long pull from my iced coffee. “It’s the lack of windows. It’s hard to judge the passing of time without them, plus you’re missing out on Vitamin D and all that shit. It’s probably why you’re so antsy.”
He grinned. “Probably.”
I drew in a deep breath. “So, I passed stairs leading up to a second floor earlier.”
He finished fixing his sandwich. “That’s where Diego and my sister are bunked.”
I blinked. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”
He snickered. “My twin sister, actually. You’ll probably meet her if you stick around at the clubhouse long enough.”
“And she’s shacked up with that guy that was once part of the cartel?”
His face fell flat. “Don’t remind me.”
I shook my head. “You must absolutely hate that.”
He took a massive bite of his sandwich. “Yep.”
I smiled as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Is it awkward for you knowing they’re just over your head?”
He barked with laughter after he swallowed. “Hell yeah, it is. But she’s happy, so I’m happy for her.”
“What’s her name? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”
He shrugged. “You’ll know it eventually. Her name’s Ruby, though sometimes when I’m feeling endearing, I call her ‘Roo.’”
The second that name flew out of his mouth, I paused. There was no way, though. There was no way in hell the world was that sneaky and conniving.
Ruby’s a common name. Don’t panic. “Pretty name.”
He shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and gave me a thumb’s up, which made me laugh even harder. When I wasn’t pissed at the man for ditching me, he was a decent guy. I enjoyed our light-hearted conversation, but I now knew to stay clear of any family talk until I could quell the voice chirping loudly in my brain.
So, I changed the subject. “I’m worried for her, you know.”
He furrowed his brow. “My sister?”
I snickered. “No, my contact at Pathways.”
He shook his head. “You don’t have shit to worry about. Frost and West are our two best scouts. If anything happens, they’re equipped to take care of it.”
“But what if it’s already happened? What if those guys snatched her up the second we left?”
“Wouldn't you have gotten a notification from the rehab center if that had happened?”
I paused. “You make good points.”
He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I’m telling you, though, if something does happen? Frost and West can handle it until we all get there. I promise you.”
Relief washed over me. “I’m enjoying getting to know you, just so you know.”
He winked. “Makes two of us, then.”
I blushed as I finished the rest of my iced coffee, and I was glad that Puck walked further away from the subject of Lori.
“So, do you like helping people?” he asked.
I settled my hands in my lap. “I really do, yeah.”
“Then… why the hell are you working for your father’s business?”
I giggled so loud that I clapped my hand over my mouth before I answered. “Do you even know anything about what we really do?”
He blinked. “Honestly? No.”
I drew in a deep breath through my nose. “Well, there are some things we do that aren’t so legal. But you guys get into not-so-legal shit all the time. Are you in it to intentionally hurt people?”
He scoffed. “Never.”
I nodded. “Two peas in a pod then.”
“So, your family helps if people ask?”
“Yep. My father makes it a point to help those who need it. All they have to do is ask, like Stone did when he had Asher reach out for him.”
He leaned back in his chair. “You’re remarkable, Brigid Fitzpatrick.”
I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. “As are you, Puck. But now that I have food in my system, I can feel sleep quickly descending.”
He stood and offered his hand. “I’ll take you back to your room, then.”
I stood and looked around before I slipped my hand into his, and very quickly our fingers interlaced. It caught me off-guard since we had agreed yesterday to keep things casual. But I didn’t hate it. I leaned against him as he escorted me to my room, and as we stood in the middle of the open doorway, his arms slipped around my waist.
“What?” I asked as my hands fell to his chest.
His nose nuzzled my own. “A kiss goodnight?”
I peeked around to make sure no one was watching before I cupped the back of his head. He growled as he scooped me against his body, forcing me onto my tiptoes as our tongues collided. Heat pooled between my thighs. His tongue slid along the roof of my mouth, causing my toes to curl in my flats. And as he pressed me against the doorframe, a need rose within me that I wanted to fulfill so badly.
“Oh,” I moaned.
His forehead touched my own. “You can’t moan like that in the clubhouse.”
