Page 23 of Revenge Puck

Wonder what that’s like.

But now, he’s only a few feet away, bare chested, bare feet, devil-may-care attitude, crowding me.

My body goes rigid.

His mouth moves.

“Whatever you’re about to say, you can save it,” I start, cutting him off before he can begin apologizing, focused on peeling off the kinesiology tape on my bicep. But he doesn’t back away, doesn’t leave me the fuck alone, doesn’t go crawling back into his hole.

Declan Kennedy cannot take a fucking hint.

“I’m not here to apologize—I know it wouldn’t matter.”

My eyes finally snap to his face.Then what the hell do you want?

“Good.” I roll my eyes. “It would have been awkward watching you pretend you suddenly grew a conscience.”

His jaw tightens. “You don’t get to continue being an assho?—”

“I get to continue doing whatever the fuck I want,” I cut in again, enjoying the expression on his face. His flared nostrils. “You lost the right to police my personality when you started sleeping with Bailey.”

He glances around to make sure none of our teammates overheard me.

Declan straightens his spine. “This isn’t about us.”

“Oh?”

“No,” he says. “This is about my sister.”

“Your sister?” I repeat. “What about her?”

His eyes narrow slightly, measuring me. “You know exactly what.”

I barely blink. “Trust me. I don’t.”

Little does he know, I’ve had my mouth and tongue on her pretty little pussy…can’t help wondering what he’d say if I told him.

What I wouldn’t give to see the look on his face.

But…

Now is not the time. Or the place.

Hell, I hadn’t known she was a Kennedy when I considered fucking her, only that I was bitter and lonely and hadn’t wanted to be home alone.

It was a lucky coincidence, and now she’s my dirty little secret.

“Where’s this all coming from?”

He shifts on the balls of his feet, growing uncomfortable under my scrutiny. “She was watching you up at the office.”

It kills him to admit it, that much is clear.

My brows rise. “Was she now?”

This is great news.

So much better than I expected.