Puck’s Property by Monique Moreau
ChapterThirteen
They’d worked out a routine in the past three weeks. It had serious limitations, but whenever she was frustrated, Ava reminded herself that she had it better than every other family member with someone behind bars out there. They only got to see their loved ones during visitation, without a moment of privacy. The time she spent with Puck, talking, fucking, and strategizing, brought them closer than she’d ever thought possible. Along with Sage, Ava had contacted and started collaborating with the Office of Special Investigations. The OSI had initiated a narcotics investigation. Not that she expected to be kept in the know, but she hoped the investigators would be able to intercept telephone calls from jail and JPay, the service inmates used to email and video-call with people on the outside.
Ava’s days started at seven-thirty in the morning because life in prison started early. Puck’s sessions were her last of the day, but it was past three o’clock, and there was still no knock on her door. The nervous hum she experienced before seeing him morphed into a tight knot. Where is he? She checked her clock again. Fifteen minutes after the hour. There hadn’t been a lockdown or anything else to cause a change in schedule, and jail ran like clockwork. Had Puck gotten into another fight? Was he in the hole, again? Had he gotten caught doing something for Kingpin? A frisson of fear slithered down her spine.
Logging back on to her computer, she checked to find out where he was. Nothing. She did a quick search on the inmate locator database. Her spine hit the back of her chair. He’d been released at 7:57 that morning. He’d been freed hours ago but hadn’t contacted her. Grabbing her work phone, she checked her voicemails, but there were no messages from either him or Sage. She opened her cell phone but only found a text from Kat.
He was gone.
Ava slumped into her seat once more, a long exhale whooshing out of her lungs.
Really, Puck? An array of conflicting emotions tore through her. Relief and happiness were closely followed by a hefty load of nerves. Had he used her? Besides their intimacy and his declarations, the risk he’d taken with Kingpin had convinced her that he was serious. But perhaps she’d served her purpose, and now that he was free, he didn’t need her anymore. Because making zero attempts to contact her was not a show of commitment.
Ava grabbed the receiver of her work phone to call Sage, but insecurity surged through her. What if he didn’t want to see or hear from her again? Even if he hadn’t used her, she might not be important now that he was back in society. He was busy getting back to his life, Sammi, and his club. What if he was at his club at this very moment? She sucked in a breath. With another woman. The thought ignited a swell of jealousy in her. If he was at his club, he was currently surrounded by biker chicks, any of whom would be more than willing to welcome a brother home from jail.
Swallowing down the bile rising to her gullet, Ava slowly returned the receiver to its holder. Glancing at the clock, she saw that there were thirty-five minutes left of the workday. She could wait and decide what to do once she got home. Just in case, she placed Sage’s contact info into her cell phone and waited out the remaining time, like a prisoner.
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Ava drove sluggishly down the tree-lined residential street toward her house. Her heart was heavy; a gloom had descended upon her. Not being in the mood to go straight home, she’d first stopped to do some grocery shopping. Dusk had already descended upon her quiet neighborhood by the time she drove up to her house.
Parking the Clementine, she popped open the trunk. An uneasy feeling pricked the hairs at the back of her neck, but she did a quick sweep of the street, and nothing was different. There were a few extra vehicles, but that was to be expected since one of her neighbors was constructing a screened-in patio. Hurrying up the path to her house, she juggled her work bag, purse, and two shopping bags in her arms when a large hand landed on her back. Her eyes flew over her shoulder, and she let out a yelp. Right behind her was Puck. She clutched her chest and cried out, “Oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!”
Grinning wide, he grabbed her bags and carried them to the entrance to her house. Scrambling to catch up, she asked, “What happened? How are you out? Where did you go? Why are you here?”
Smirking at her flurry of questions, he replied, “Come on. Let’s get into your house. I don’t want my first kiss as a free man to be in front of your neighbors.”
The automatic light on her front porch flicked on as they reached her front door, flooding them in light. Hand trembling, she quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside. Puck followed, and the instant the door shut behind him, he dropped the bags on the floor. A second later, his fingers speared through her hair, holding her head firmly in place as his mouth found hers.
Dumping her purse and work bag, she leaned into him and took hold of his leather biker jacket. The scent of leather and musk sifted through her senses. His hands were on her, and his tongue was exploring her mouth. A wave of relief swept through her.
He’s come for me.
Melting into him, she reveled in their kiss, tongues dueling for dominance. Blindly tugging off her gloves, she dropped them on the floor, unzipped his jacket, and spread her hands over his broad chest. He slowly broke off their kiss and moved away to pick up the grocery bags. He found his way through her small one-floor home to her kitchen. She peeled off her coat, tossed it on the couch, and joined him to take the groceries out of the bags.
Once they’d put away the perishable food, he pulled her in close, murmuring against her lips, “I want you in bed. Been fucking dreaming about this for two whole months.” Her heart leapt in chest.
An instant later, there was a burst of movement. Each raced to strip off their clothing as quickly as possible, leaving a trail of discarded items in the kitchen, the hallway, and on the floor of her bedroom. Neither bothered to turn on a lamp, and the blue glow of twilight streamed in through the windows. Ava glimpsed over his shoulder at a procession of low-level clouds, stained cayenne orange and magenta, edged in crimson.
Nude, Puck shifted, blocking her view. She placed her hands on his strong shoulders and swept her fingers down his chiseled chest sprinkled with dark hair, reveling in every inch of his hot, taut skin. In the past weeks, she’d reacquainted herself with his physique. Not a trace of the slimness of his youth remained in his solid frame. He was all thick bulk and muscle.
Her fingers sifted through the roughened texture of his chest hair. An electric charge ran up her arms as her hands brushed down the ridges and bumps of his pecs, ribs, and abs to his long, thick shaft and wrapped around the silky skin over hard flesh.
Yearning to taste him, she fell to her knees despite the tugs on her hair and the protests on his lips. Her own lips enveloped the crown of his cock; salt, musk, and his distinctive cedar scent filled her nostrils and coated her tongue. She moaned around his staff, and his fingers tightened around her tresses. The stringent control of this man when he was in jail, vanished. It was replaced by wildness. Without realizing it, his fingers had turned rough, tangling her hair in a twist that pulled sharply on her scalp. She relished the pinpricks of pain because it was proof of his lack of restraint.
“My dirty little angel, you want a taste of me, huh?”
She moaned her acquiescence around his sensitive flesh, and he hissed in response. “You’re a bad girl, taking me into your wet mouth like this when I’ve dreamt about taking you to bed.” A strangled groan escaped him. “Goddamn, look how beautiful you look with your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Yeah, she wasn’t getting on her back before he came in her mouth. Gripping the root of his shaft tightly in her grip, she sucked in deeper. Her mouth began to ride him in a slow, persistent rhythm meant to drive him crazy.
One of his hands coasted down to her breast and kneaded roughly. Tweaking one nipple was like igniting a hot wire to her pussy. Giving as good as she got, Ava dragged a finger along the seam of his balls and then cupped them, testing them in the palm of her hand.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killin’ me,” he uttered hoarsely.
Her only reply was to give them a good massage as her tongue swirled around the crest of his cock. His body jerked. A second later, all ten of his fingers tunneled in her hair, holding her tight as he took over. “Enough with the teasing. You want me to fuck this beautiful mouth of yours? Done.”
He grunted as he thrust into her mouth. She kept immobile for him to use her as he wanted. And, oh, did he use her. Deliciously so.
“Breathe through your nose, baby. I need access to that tight throat of yours.”
She did as he instructed, and his thighs began to shake, curses exploding above her head. A moment later, a roar shattered her eardrums as he spilled into her mouth. Too fast for her to swallow, streams of come trickled from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her breasts. One final thrust, and Puck withdrew, stumbling back a few steps. Bending over, he clutched his knees as harsh breaths sawed in and out of his heaving chest.
Ava settled on her haunches, hands daintily resting on her lap as she licked the corners of her lips like a satisfied cat laving cream from her chops.
Watching her from a few feet away, he huffed out, “Pretty fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Her lips spread into a gloating grin. “Yes.”
He chortled. “You should be. I’ve been rubbing one off every fucking night, and it was nothing compared to this gifted mouth of yours.”
Her smile grew even wider. It was obvious by the way he’d needed to instruct her that she wasn’t experienced in deep throating. They’d never done that before, and this was the first time her throat had truly been taken. Quite an experience but worth every moment of watching Puck lose himself under her direction. He had staying power, but she’d gotten him to come so fast, it’d brought him to his knees.
Rising to his full height, he approached her, his half-hard cock bobbing in front of him. How did he do that? He offered her his hand and led her to bed. Pulling back the covers, he gestured for her to go first. And she did, making sure to swish her ass from left to right as she crawled on all fours to the middle of her mattress. Thank goodness she’d invested in a king size, because there was a king-sized male crawling in behind her. Dragging her to him, he tucked her to his side and drew the covers over them.
Ava puffed out a contented little sigh. Sure, she was aroused, but she’d take a cuddle in bed anytime. Their couplings at work had been intense, but fast and furious. This was the first time they could luxuriate in each other’s company, skin to skin. He’d come looking for her, and after the scare she’d had, that meant the world to her. Stroking the ridges of his abs, she snuggled closer.
“Tell me everything,” she said in a dreamy voice. “I want to hear everything from the moment you found out you were being released.”
