Chapter 8
EIGHT
brIGID
While I was surprised that I had the balls to invite him back to my place, I certainly didn’t question it.
It wasn’t very often that my gut tugged me in a man’s direction, but this was one of those rare circumstances.
I wasn’t ready to be done with him just yet. I wanted a little more time with him.
A little more time beneath him, rather.
And while one-night stands had never been my thing, I felt freer than I had in a really long time. After walking back into the bar and letting my best friend know that I had plans back at my place, she squealed with delight and bombarded me with a few ‘I told you so’s.
Then, I hopped onto the back of Puck’s bike.
You vowed to never do this again, Brigid. What are you doing?
I ignored the voice in my head as Puck handed me a helmet.
I slid it over my massive hair, tucking it in at the sides and around the back before he helped me to sling my leg over his behemoth vehicle.
He settled into his leather seat in front of me and I immediately wrapped my arms around his waist, wanting nothing more than to cling to him like this for the rest of the night.
“You ever been on one of these before?” he asked.
The speaker in my ear startled me and I jumped a bit. “Woo! I mean, uh, no. Not really, at least.”
He chuckled. “Not really?”
“I mean, I was on one once. But I was, like, twelve years old and my uncle walked the bike with me on it.”
“Ah, the first taste of freedom.”
I snuggled against his back. “Got any advice for me?”
And when he cranked his bike up and revved the engine, I grew lustful for him again.
I’d never witnessed—or felt—anything hotter in my entire life.
“Hang on and let me know if I’m going too fast for your comfort, okay?” Puck asked.
I nodded. “Trust me, I have no issues with speaking my mind.”
“Good.”
We took off down the road and even though we were only going twenty miles an hour, it felt like we were flying. I gave him directions on how to get back to my apartment and the ride was over much too soon. I wondered if he’d take me on another ride in the morning.
Because I had every intention of asking him to stay the night.
“Welcome home,” he said as he parked his bike.
I pulled my helmet off my head. “Yep, this is my place! It’s pretty new, too. These are new builds, so the building’s got that ‘new place’ scent.”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t know anything about that, but then again I haven't been home in a while.”
I paused. “Why not?”
He paused, too, and it made me wonder what the hell I’d just gotten myself into. “It’s sort of complicated?”
“Like, ‘I have an angry woman back home’ complicated?”
He scoffed as he took the helmet out of my hands. “No. I’m many things, but I’m not a cheat. Never.”
And I believed him. “Okay, so is home not a good place for you right now? Because you’re more than welcome to stay the night here if you’d like.”
He grinned. “And here I thought I was smooth with my own pick-up lines.”
I slid off the back of his bike. “Hey, I’ve got a bit of game myself. But you take some time to consider my offer, yeah?”
Living on the top floor had its perks but climbing those damned stairs in heels wasn’t one of them. I took them off halfway up the second flight of steps, causing Puck to chuckle. He did something that took me by surprise, though.
He scooped me into his arms and carried me up to my front door.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I said as I wiggled to get down.
He set me on my feet. “Hey, whatever I can do to help, right?”
I smiled so wide my cheeks started to hurt. “Right.”
I unlocked the door and threw it open before ushering him inside. I locked the door quickly behind us once we got inside and I watched as he walked into the middle of my small living room. He looked around, nodding his head as if I were waiting for his approval of my new place.
However, when his eyes returned to my own, I saw exactly what he wanted.
“Come and get it, then, big boy.”
With a growl, he shed his shirt and his pants. In fact, he shed all his clothes while I stood there, watching every etched muscle of his come into view. His thick dick swung between his legs, already at half-mast as he stalked in my general direction.
And when he grabbed my arm, he pulled me back in for a kiss that took my breath away.
“Oh, Puck,” I gasped.
He nibbled on my neck as he picked me up.
He walked me down a small hallway and through the only door the hallway had.
My little one-bedroom apartment wasn’t much, but it did its job for me and that was all that mattered.
But as Puck tossed me onto my bed—watching my body jiggle for his viewing pleasure—I realized something.
He’s the first man I’ve ever done this with.
“Come here,” he growled.
He took my ankles in his hands and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed.
He ripped my panties off with his bare hands, causing my eyes to widen before he tossed my smooth legs over his shoulders.
His eyes stayed locked with mine as the tip of his cock slid up and down my wet slit.
And with one good thrust, he buried himself inside my swollen pussy.
Causing my back to arch.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned.
“God damn it, you feel too good,” he hissed.
I gripped the sheets while he gripped my hips, pounding against me like a wild animal.
I allowed myself to let go. To release control and give it over completely to someone else.
As juices dripped down my ass crack, his wrist flicked.
And within seconds, he had me poised on my hands and knees before he lifted my ass into the air.
“Wiggle it for me like a good little girl,” he growled.
And when I did, he spanked my ass.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.
“Oooo, someone likes that.”
He spanked me again and my pussy quivered around his dick. He pulled out and pushed back in before spanking me one last time and it drove me fucking wild. He gripped my hair and shoved my cheek against the mattress as the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin invaded every part of my apartment.
And as the smell of our debauchery wafted up my nostrils, my soul took flight.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, Puck!”
He grunted. “Not until I say so.”
I tried to stave it off. “Hurry. Hurry, please. It’s coming. I feel it. It’s too big. I—I can—”
He spanked me so hard I knew it’d leave a mark. “Not until I say so!”
He pulled my head back, arching my back so deeply that I thought it might pop. And as his cock slid against the pebbled part of my pussy, my thighs trembled. My nails curled deeply into the mattress as I girded my loins and waited for his command.
Then, finally, his cock pulsed. “Now, Brigid.”
I gasped for air. “Shit, shit, shit. Puck, please!”
“Come with me, Brigid. Oh, holy shit.”
My eyes squeezed shut and I exploded around him, drenching him in my juices as they spilled from my pussy. Gushing wet sounds filled my ears as I collapsed against my bed, sweating, sticky, and spent. His naked body collapsed on top of me, cloaking me away from the world like a weighted blanket.
And as we laid there, shivering and relishing the pleasure coursing through our systems, my over-analytical brain got the better of me.
“I don’t usually do this, you know,” I said through my panting.
He kissed my shoulder. “You didn’t strike me as that kind of girl.”
I furrowed my brow. “Then why go after me if you didn’t think you’d get laid?”
He rolled off my body before pulling me flush against his chest. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set eyes on, and I wanted to know your name.”
I smiled softly. “You’re either a very rare find or you’re very good at laying it on thick.”
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 number of margaritas I downed 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 the bastard 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, Liam, 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.