Page 22 of Pucking With My Head

She wasn’t alone. I was so hard, I was shocked my pants hadn’t sprung open.

Fuck.

This was Bethany.

She was Joey’s teacher. I couldn’t fuck her, no matter how much my body cried out to feel her.

Pulling back slightly, I let the bossy alpha in me speak, which probably wasn’t the best idea, but I was nothing but instincts and need, thanks to the small, sinfully attractive omega.

“You got yourself all dressed up for a waste of space like that, when you could easily have any alpha on his knees for you,” I muttered.

“Cullen,” she whispered, her voice breathy. How would she sound as she came, soft and sweet like this, or louder and more feral?

“You need to go home. Your date is over,” I said, growling the last word.

Beth’s eyes widened. “I can’t…”

I couldn’t take her pushing back. I needed her out of my restaurant, and I needed it immediately, or I would be fucking her up against the wall before she could even blink.

“You can. You need to do better. Not displaying yourself in public like a cheap whore.”

Her body stilled, her eyes going cold as my words sank in.

Shit.

I had been harsh, but it did the trick. Her pouty lips were swollen from the kiss, her chest was heaving, making the swell of her breasts look downright pornographic.

My eyes were firmly locked on her lips when she shoved me away with surprising strength, glowering at me as she righted the dress.

“This was a mistake,” I said.

The only mistake was not taking her into the back and showing her just how much I appreciated that dress on her.

Bethany snorted. “A mistake? You’re the one who accosted me, Cullen. Get over yourself,” she snarled, brushing her hair out of her face and straightening before gracefully exiting the hallway like nothing had happened.

Chapter 8

Jensen

“Daddy, can I have the pizza with peppers again?” Joey asked as she climbed up onto the stool at the breakfast bar.

Gideon nodded as he headed over to the fridge, pulling out an apple and an orange, two fruits that Joey loved. “Sure, we can have that tonight, pumpkin,” he said, placing the fruit on a cutting board and chopping it into small pieces.

Cullen was in the hallway, putting away our jackets. It was one of those rare nights when we were all home for dinner.

“You know, maybe you’ll want to try Daddy Cullen’s pizza next.” I grinned as Gideon handed her apple slices.

“Ewww! No!” Joey grimaced. “He hasmushroomson his pizza.” She said the word in an utterly repulsed tone.

I chuckled, looking at Gideon, who was biting back a smile. We had agreed long ago that fighting with a seven-year-old over mushrooms was going to be difficult and we really needed to choose our battles.

Cullen entered the kitchen, heading to the fridge and grabbing a beer without even saying hello. He had been a surly ass for the last two days, likely because of stress at therestaurant. He had staffing issues nonstop, and that would be enough to send me insane.

“Daddy C! Are you taking me to skate this week?” Joey asked.

“I’m not so sure, sweetie,” he said, and he didn’t quite look Joey in the eye. “I’ll have to check my work schedule, but I know Daddy Jensen and Daddy Gideon will be happy to take you.”

I glanced disbelievingly at Gideon. Cullen was turning down a chance to take Joey to her skating lesson? That wasn’t like him.

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