“Puck . . .” Becca whispered as her body clenched hard on me. I think my heart stopped until she released me, then she did it again, wiggling her hips back at me. “Fuck me, babe. I’m really close.”
I wrapped a handful of hair around one wrist and jerked her head back, slamming home. My other hand caught her waist, holding her tight enough I’d probably leave marks. Becca twisted, gasping every time I filled her and whimpering when I pulled out again.
That’s when I really let go.
In the distance music played. People shouted and laughed and I’m sure some of them were watching us. I didn’t care. My entire world had narrowed down to the sight of her ass bucking against my dick, her arms braced on the table as I plowed her harder and harder. Then she squealed and exploded around me, pussy clenching so fucking hard it hurt. I pushed through, impossibly close to my own release.
It hit. Molten lava blew out of my balls as my vision blacked and faded. I was floating in space for an instant, waiting for reality to come back into focus.
Damn. Damn.
Reaching down to catch the condom, I pulled slowly free, wishing I could just stay planted there forever. Becca had collapsed across the table, her back heaving as she panted. Her ass taunted me, and despite the fact that I’d just come hard I wanted her again, right there.
I’d hurt her the first time. Now I had to teach her how much it didn’t have to hurt. Not tonight, unfortunately . . . I also wanted to come all over her face. Into that hair, too. Rub it in and mark her forever.
Christ, I needed a list or something.
Slowly Becca pushed herself up, turning to look at me. Beautiful girl. Bright cheeks, eyes at half-mast. Hair flying everywhere . . .
I wanted to tattoo my name on her forehead. I’d kill any man who tried to touch her. No joke.
“Not bad,” she managed to say. Then she giggled and I knew I was well and truly fucked. I’d never recover from this. Hell, I didn’t even want to.
Becca Jones might be my property in the eyes of the club, but the reality was that she owned me and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.
TWELVE
BECCA
Way too many thoughts raced through my head as we returned to the party. I kept waiting for the fear to crash back in. I should be worrying about Puck sharing me. Who I’d go with next. How much they’d make me drink, or whether I’d have to do any drugs . . .
Instead my pants felt a little twitchy, and I had a couple scrapes on my stomach. Possibly a sliver. Otherwise I was good.
Great.
Happy.
I kept breaking out in more giggles every time I thought about what we’d just done. Puck must’ve thought I was super drunk, but I wasn’t drunk at all. Hardly even buzzed. Nope, all I could think about was the fact that I’d won.
Becca Jones had grown into someone who could have fun with her cute boyfriend—okay, probably not the right word for Puck, but you get the picture—at a party.
Not only that, nobody bothered to stare at me, despite being rumpled and obviously well laid. They were too busy watching a couple of half-naked girls making out. That’s right—not one person cared what I’d just been doing out in the darkness. Felt liberating as hell.
Then I saw the food tables and hunger hit me. I was starving. Clearly I’d worked up an appetite.
“Let’s grab something to eat,” I said. “I think I interrupted your dinner earlier.”
“For the record, feel free to do that any time you want,” Puck told me. “I’ll die a happy man.”
“Melodramatic, much?”
He swatted my butt affectionately (I was sensing a pattern there) and we grabbed a couple of paper plates, filling them. Then we found a spot to sit at another table, one closer to the fire.
“Puck,” a man said. “Tell us about your girl.”
The brothers who looked almost like twins, Demon and Deep, came to sit facing us across the table. I’d seen them around town and served them before, but we’d never really talked.
“You know Becca,” Puck said. “Works at the Moose, remember?”
“Hey,” I said, hoping I didn’t have anything disgusting in my teeth.
“Heard you had a run-in the other night,” Demon said. “You doin’ okay?”
Run-in? Oh yeah, the handsy student. Ugh.
“It wasn’t a big deal,” I replied. “One of the assholes from the academy tried to cop a feel. I took care of him.”
The memory of him screaming and rolling on the floor brought a smile to my face. Puck gave a frustrated snarl, and Deep burst out laughing.
“Darcy said she nearly took his balls off,” he said. “You’d best hold yours tight, Puck. Hate for you to have an unfortunate accident.”
“Fuckin’ hysterical, both of you. Seriously, that guy ever shows his face there again, you call me. I’ll kill him.”
Puck wasn’t joking.
“Teresa kicked him out permanently,” I said. “Even if she hadn’t, I don’t think I’d have to worry. There was another kid there—he has dark hair. I think you’ve met him.” Puck stiffened. “He seemed pretty pissed off about it. He even apologized for his friend’s behavior. To Darcy. Isn’t that interesting?”
“Fascinating,” Puck growled.
“Good thing your woman had someone there to protect her,” Deep said companionably. “But don’t worry—she’ll be okay. Probably. The Moose might be rough, and the guys who come in there like to fight, but . . . Nope, it’s just like that. You got a gun, Becca?”