He thrust two fingers inside of her, forcing a harsh gasp out of her. “I’m gonna take it over and over again until you recognize who owns you. And you better fucking wait for my permission to come.” He angled her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. “Make damn sure you wait, Ava.”
Her eyelids fluttered at his command. She loved when he took control and got rough. Holding back until he gave her the go-ahead made her come all that much harder.
Releasing her throat, he yanked her off the wall and bent her over the desk. One firm hand fell on the small of her back and slid down to palm her bare ass. Goose bumps pebbled her blistering, hot skin. Puck stilled for a moment, listening for sounds in the hallway. She cocked her head but heard nothing until...smack.
“Fuck,” she snarled, pain blooming on her left butt cheek. Might not be as hard as usual, but his hand certainly landed with precision. The searing heat traveled to her core, leaving it pulsating with want.
Three more slaps rained down in rapid succession. She whistled out a deep, dark exhale. It’d been a good spell since she was handled like this, since she heard the distinctive sound of her flesh getting smacked.
“Ripe. As. Fuck. Your ass is as bratty as your mouth. It needs a good session to get it the shade of pink I want, but we can’t chance someone overhearing us, can we, my dirty little angel? I’ll have to find another way—” A sharp hiss flew over her head as the blunt tip of his cock swiped against her drenched opening.
His hand rested on her nape, holding her down as he gave a forceful thrust. They moaned in unison. Once he bottomed out, her inner walls spasmed against his length. God, but he felt massive. Bigger than she remembered. The rough glide of his cock as he withdrew and slammed back in felt oh-so good. It was everything she’d been missing with other men. It was like home.
“This how you like it?” he rasped out, a quiver in his rough voice as his stiff cock filled her again. She should be mad at him for taking her like this, but each time she opened her mouth to voice a complaint, the slide of his cock wiped her mind blank. Her mouth strained wide, lip curling at the incredible sensation of his fucking. Saliva dribbled out of her gaping mouth on the folder beneath her cheek.
“Tell me,” he demanded. Each thrust shoved the desk forward a bit, rattling the drawers.
“Yes! This is how I like it. You know that, dammit.”
Fingers found and tickled her clit, sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently. He gave her clit a flick with his nail. She jerked back against him.
“Nice, I like that,” he moaned. She loved the feeling of being crammed chock-full of his thick cock, with his fingers playing her and the occasional slap. There was nothing like it.
He pulled all the way out with a wet sucking noise. “My cock’s nice and slicked up with your juices, girlie.”
He slammed back in, eliciting a tortured groan. Hovering over the edge of an impending climax, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he warned, “or I will keep you on the edge for weeks. Don’t test me on this, Ava.”
Banging her head lightly against the top of her desk, she gritted her teeth to hold herself back. In a heartbeat, he had her right back to the last time they’d lain together.
“Never had a cunt this hot and sweet. Christ, you were made for me.”
She shuddered. His dirty talk was winding her up too fast. She was familiar with his cock and fingers, but the dirty talk was new. New, and provoking. Rearing back against the firm hold on her nape, she arched her back and lifted her hips to meet his brutal pounding. Between her trembling thighs, she clamped down in a futile attempt to prevent his withdrawals. The pressure was more than she could handle, but she clenched her fists and bore down hard, tensing herself not to come. She held on. Held on tight.
“I need—” She broke off with a high-pitched keen that she smothered in the folder as he sped up behind her, battering into her, the wet slap slap slap of flesh on flesh invading the small office.
“Come,” he intoned gravely, his voice a little thready toward the end. She exploded spectacularly. A full-body spasm powered through her as she flew over the edge and fell down a rabbit hole. Down, down, down she went. For how long, she couldn’t say. She lost touch with reality. Everything fell away but the feel of his cock. A SWAT team could’ve burst in and trained a hundred guns on them, and she wouldn’t have heard or seen a thing. Other than the cock taking her from behind. Forcing her submission by orgasm.
Short, brutal jabs became arrhythmic as Puck tensed behind her. Teeth suddenly clutched at the soft flesh of her shoulder. A growl tore from his throat and roared around her flesh as his hot seed jetted inside her.
“Fuck, Christ, are you on the pill?” he rasped out against her ear.
“God, yes.” They’d been so consumed that it hadn’t occurred to them until now. A tiny ball of want in her chest rebelled, as if saying, yes, I want his come to mean something. She told it to shut the hell up. Clearing her parched throat, cheek glued to the file beneath her cheek, she said, “Don’t worry, I won’t get pregnant.”
Puck didn’t reply. No thanks or comment expressing relief. Braced above her on locked arms, he continued with light thrusts for a bit longer. Then, after a deep sigh, he pulled out.
Slumped over the desk, she lay there, breathing heavily. Enjoying the soreness that spelled fulfillment of a woman well used. She heard the teeth of his zipper. Then a hand took her hip, another her shoulder, and he peeled her off the desk. Disorientated, Ava’s body was of little use to her. Holding her against him, he grabbed tissues off her desk and wiped her up. He found her panties and tried tucking them in his jumpsuit until he realized he couldn’t take them with him. With a dry chuckle, he gave them one last forlorn look, brushed them beneath his nostrils and then leaned over and slipped them inside her top drawer.
Settling heavily on the desk, she rearranged her clothes with shaking hands. What had she given up in fucking him? It had been more intense than she’d anticipated. A well of emotions she’d stuffed down for years bubbled up. Swatting away her useless hands, Puck finished buttoning her blouse. Needing to focus on a task, she combed her hair with her fingers.
“How do I look?”
His eyes flicked up to her and then returned to her buttons.
“Freshly fucked.”
She punched him hard in the shoulder, but he yanked her into his chest and curled himself around her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. He must’ve checked the clock because he said, “We have five minutes before Officer Dipshit comes back here with his nosey-ass self.”
“Officer Dipshit?” She made a scoffing noise in his chest.
“I wish I could take a shower with you or lie down beside you in bed right now,” he confessed. Placing a light kiss on her lips, he released her and motioned her to her seat. Her heart melting, she turned away to wipe down the saliva from the files on her desk and re-arrange her scattered pens and notepads. Anything but give way to the weak-kneed feeling their intimacy had evoked.
This is about justice for Sasha and keeping Kingpin behind bars. It wasn’t about re-igniting a relationship of any kind with Puck. She’d do well to keep that in mind. In the meantime, it was best to shove down the tumble of feelings whirling inside her. They’d do her no good whatsoever.
“I’m going to open the door to air this place out in case Dipshit smells something.” She gave him a quizzical look. “The scent of me fucking you,” he expanded. “Not that I don’t want to claim you in front of him and every other male on this fucking planet. Because I fucking do.”
Before she could respond to that ridiculous statement, he unlocked the door and swung it open. A cool breeze swept through, and she fanned her heated cheeks, hoping her skin returned to normal before Derick arrived. How did Puck look so calm and collected after what they’d done while she sat there looking like a hot mess?
“What about Kingpin?” she whispered harshly. They ha
dn’t gotten a chance to talk about any progress he might have made.
Leaning back and folding his arms, he smirked at her. “Guess that’ll have to wait until our next appointment, Ms. Evans.”
Chapter Ten
Puck was jonesing for another session with Ava. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. She’d been so damn hot, smooth, and silky around his cock. Christ, the way she came, pulsing and milking him for all she was worth. He’d hit pussy gold, and he wasn’t giving it up for anything. The hand on the clock was inching toward three o’clock, so he moved to the table closest to the door of the unit. A few minutes before the hour, a CO came to the main entrance and called out, “Santos! O’Leary! Dupres!” and waited by the door. Why the fuck didn’t she call his name?
Standing up, he approached her slowly. His size sometimes made women nervous, and he guessed that would be doubly true in the pen. “My name wasn’t called. Rossi.”
“Who do you see?”
“Ms. Evans.”
“She called out.”
“What for?” he followed up, swiftly. Was she avoiding him because he’d moved on her too fast? He’d planned to hold off, but couldn’t help himself when she flared up at him. For her to run from him with Kingpin on the line, he must’ve fucked up bad.
He hadn’t moved from his spot, and the CO narrowed her eyes like she was about to tell him to fuck off, so he quickly asked, “She okay? She’s my social worker and helps me with my…stuff.” His eyes pleaded for something, any fragment of information.
“She called out sick. There’s been something goin’ around, so I’m not surprised. Don’t worry, inmate, she’ll be back.”
Now that he thought back, she was sniffling a little last time he saw her. Worry battled with the misery of knowing he wouldn’t see her for another four days at the very least. Could be longer if she caught the flu, although he recalled hearing that prison employees were required to take the flu vaccine or something like that. His concern over her won out. Did she live alone, or was she still with her mom? If she lived alone, who would take care of her? He imagined her in bed, running a high fever with no one to make her soup, check her temperature, or feed her Tylenol.
Thanking the CO, he went straight to the pay phone and dialed the clubhouse collect. Whistle picked up, thank fuck, and conferenced him into a call with Loki.
“Hey, whattup, brother? How you doing in there?” asked Loki.
“I’m dealing. What else can I do, holed up in this fucking place? Listen, I need you to get Abby to check on someone for me.”
Loki was silent for a beat. The brother was beyond protective over his old lady, especially since she was pregnant. “Tell me more.”
Puck sighed. “I reconnected with someone from my past in the pen.” He turned his back to the rest of the room and lowered his voice, “She’s my social worker. She’s also an Agency employee who works out of the county jail a few days a week. Her name is Ava Evans. Abby will know who she is. Anyways, she’s out sick, and I want Abby to go check on her. Make sure she’s doing okay. Stop by the pharmacy and get medicine and shit. Whatever she needs.”
More silence. He could practically hear the wheels working in Loki’s head. The brother was no fucking joke. “You knew her before,” Loki stated.
“Yeah, she’s someone from my past.”
“And you want us to check on her,” he clarified, talking slowly as if piecing pieces of a puzzle together. “Make sure she’s okay? That she’s got everything she needs?”
“Did I stutter?”
“Huh,” replied Loki. Aww, shit. Here it comes. “She your bitch or what?”
Cat. Out. Of. Bag.
“Yeah, she’s mine. Might not be completely on board with it yet, but it’s happening,” he pronounced.
“What the fuck is happening in there? You losin’ your mind, brother?”
“Maybe, but not about her being mine. That’s a done deal. I’ll lose my fuckin’ mind worryin’ about her if I don’t know she’s okay. We haven’t gotten to catch up enough. I don’t know if she’s living alone or with her mom, but I’m guessing she’s alone.”
“She have a man?”
“No man,” he declared resolutely.
“You sure?”
“Brother, I tunneled my cock inside that already. She was tight as fuck, yo. She’s a good girl.”
“Then, what in the fuck does she want with you?” he snorted.
“Could ask the same about Abby,” he fired back.
“Fair enough.” Another beat passed. “Gotta say, I’m surprised by your request. You know if you weren’t in the fucking pen, I’d be tearing into you right now.”
“Thank God for small mercies, motherfucker,” he replied.
“So you say she knows Abby? That must mean I’ve seen her. What’s her name again?”
“Ava Evans. Tell Abby to go find out where Ava lives and check up on her. I already know you’re gonna go with her, but you stay outside the house. I don’t want you scaring Ava. You’re an ugly fucker with your scarred up face. The brothers haven’t stopped betting that Abby dumps your butt-ugly ass. Considering you can’t get her to marry you, I’d say they’re right. I’m tryin’ to win the girl, so until I do, you stay outdoors.”
Ignoring Puck’s string of insults, Loki mocked, “Are you for real? I’m not letting Abby walk alone into a stranger’s house.”
“She’s a single woman who works as a social worker in the same place as Abby. There’s no danger, you idiot.”
“Fuck you, I’ll be the one to determine that. You’re the one asking for the favor. Beggars can’t be choosers.”
Puck gritted his teeth. “Fine, fucking talk to Abby about it, but she’s the lead on this job, alright? If she wants you there, then I’ll allow it. But if she doesn’t, then get the hell out of Dodge, and don’t think I won’t find out the truth once I’m out of here. Do it today. I’ll call you same time tomorrow for an update.”
With that, he hung up before he slammed the receiver against his forehead. Talking to a brother like Loki sometimes did that to a man.
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Ava sat up on her overstuffed sofa littered with magazines, books, and used tissues. The doorbell rang, but she wasn’t expecting anyone. Praying it wasn’t a door-to-door salesperson or Jehovah’s Witness, she tiptoed to the front door of her small bungalow. Hugging the lapels of her blue flannel robe closed, she wiped her sniffling nose and peered out the peephole. Her forehead furrowed. Is that…she squinted…Abby?
Abby worked at the Agency, an organization that provided mental health and other social services to a wide swath of the Poughkeepsie community. Her expertise was helping survivors of domestic violence, while Ava worked with inmates. They chatted if they happened to be in the kitchen together, and they’d both attended the Thursday happy hours at a nearby bar, but they weren’t close enough to explain why she was at Ava’s doorstep in the middle of a work day.
Flinging the door open on the frigid winter air, she asked, “Abby, why are you here? Is everything okay at the Agency?”
“Hey, Ava. Sorry for bothering you. Yeah, everything’s okay. Are you okay? You weren’t at work yesterday or today,” the younger woman replied, her shiny blond hair gleaming in the bright sunlight.
Scrunching her tissue in her hand, Ava said, “I have a cold. Do you want to come in? I don’t think I’m contagious anymore, but keep a healthy distance from me.”
A scary-looking biker stared at her from the window of the truck idling at the curb.
“Uhm…is that your ride? Do you want to invite him in?”
Abby waved her hand dismissively. “That’s my fiancé, Loki, but he’ll be fine waiting outside,” she replied as she stepped inside. In the foyer, she shrugged off her red coat and draped it over the back of a chair.
Clutching her robe around herself, Ava peeked out from behind the door, inspecting Loki carefully in the cab of the truck. A biker. Like Puck. She gave a little sentimental sigh and shut the do
or softly.
“Would you like tea or coffee?” she asked as she turned around.
“Tea would be great,” Abby replied. “Cute place you have.”
Ava led her toward the kitchen. “Thanks, it’s small, but I live alone, so it fits me. Please take a seat.” She gestured to a small round table with a gingham tablecloth that matched the curtains hanging from the windows of the small alcove. “Black or green tea?”
“Black works for me.” Abby took a seat and threaded her fingers together. “I’d like to be transparent from the beginning.” She paused a beat. “Puck sent us.”
Ava was reaching for a tin canister of Earl Grey tea on her tiptoes. At the sound of Puck’s name, her grip on the canister slipped. Fumbling with the tin, she caught it to her chest and fell back on the heels of her feet.
“Puck sent you?” she squeaked out. Duh, that’s what the woman said, Ava.
“Yeah. Loki and Puck are brothers in the Demon Squad. He called when you didn’t show up to work and asked us to check up on you. You know, to make sure you had everything you needed.” Motioning toward the front of the house, she said, “I have Tylenol, Advil, a thermometer, and cough syrup in the truck. We were more than a little surprised by his request. He, like, never does more than hook up with women. I wasn’t aware you guys knew each other. Small world, right?”
“Yeah, small world,” she mumbled, laughing nervously. Ava turned her back on Abby and concentrated fastidiously on scooping loose tea leaves into her favorite cast-iron Japanese teapot. What the hell was he thinking? Moving to the sink, she flicked on the tap water and filled the teakettle. Is he trying to get me into trouble? Carefully, she placed it on the stove top and lit the old-fashioned burner with a match. Because, seriously, there’s no greater sin than getting mixed up with a client.
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