Kisses and Lies: A Anti-Hero Standalone Romance

by T. L Smith

  “Try being me. That shit was fucked-up to see.”

  “So, you don’t want him?”

  “Oh, no…” I shake my head. “That’s the problem, I do want him. No denying that. It’s just he’s so dark. So damn intense. Not one thing about him is light.”

  We get up to leave and pay the account, leaving a tip in the payment folder on the table. Quickly, we walk back to the car, heading back to my house.

  “So, I guess the question is… can you have him without wanting that part of your life with him?”

  “Like just sex?”

  She nods. “I don’t know if I want him for more than sex. Definitely not a relationship, which I doubt he would want anyway.”

  “The boys told me about him.” I turn in my seat as Tanika drives. “And let’s just say, they warned me to stay away from him. Snow said he has demons bigger than the devil himself.”

  I sigh. Of course, he does. Of course.

  “Ummm… Rochelle, is that him?”

  Looking up, I see his truck parked out the front as he stands at my door, one foot crossed over the other while waiting. Marcus’ hands are in his pockets, and he has on a white, long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows with black pants.

  He’s fine.

  So fucking fine.

  I wonder what he looks like with that shirt off. As a matter of fact, all of it off.

  “Yep.”

  “Okay, well, do you want me to come in?”

  I reach for the door handle.

  I am unsure. Should she?

  “No. I got this. Thanks for breakfast.” Pushing out of the car, he doesn’t move until I reach him.

  “Marcus. Or should I call you Reap now?”

  He pushes off from leaning against the wall and steps closer to me. I can smell him, and my body instantly wants to gravitate toward him for him to touch me.

  “I prefer Marcus coming from your lips.”

  I cross my arms over my chest, defiantly. “Why are you here?”

  “You grew on me.”

  “Did I?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Pity, I’ve outgrown you.”

  “You have not. I bet…” he steps closer, his hand coming to my hip, “… if I touched you right, I could make you beg for it. I could taste you, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

  He’s right, but I don’t care. He doesn’t need to know that. Fuck him.

  “Don’t you touch me.” I step back, putting distance back between us.

  He smirks, and I want to wipe that smirk off with a slap. The man is infuriating and he knows he’s right, and I’ve just confirmed it.

  “I came to invite you out. The boys are having another party tonight. This time at their clubhouse...” He pauses. “Your friend will be there. But she isn’t allowed to invite anyone. I, on the other hand…”

  “Go with you?” I scoff. “You did hear the part where I don’t want to be around you anymore, right?”

  “Oh, you mean the part where you outgrew me?”

  “Yes! Yes, that part.”

  Marcus touches me, and it’s soft and subtle, but it still burns all the same. Pulling my arm away from his touch, he smiles as if he knows what it does to me.

  “Come… I promise to show you a good time.”

  “Like the last time? No. I think I’ll pass and stay away from all things dead, and that involves you.” I go to sidestep him to unlock my house, but he comes up behind me and pushes himself on my back. Then he goes to my neck again and breathes heavily—he’s always at my neck. It’s my kryptonite, and he seems to know it.

  “I won’t show you anything that’s dead. Come with me.”

  “No, I have a busy night.”

  “You don’t. You suck at lying.” Pushing my door open, I turn to face him once I’ve stepped inside. “I’ll wait here all day until you say yes.”

  “I don’t want to come with you.”

  “You do. Now, say yes and I’ll be back to collect you at eight.”

  “No.”

  Marcus nods and then pushes inside of my house. He heads straight for my leather couch and sits on it, crossing one leg over his knee. “I have all day, as you know. My work is only at night.”

  I shudder at his words. “You need to leave.”

  “Call your friend. Ask her if she will be there.”

  I huff at his words. Placing my purse on my kitchen countertop, I say, “I don’t want to because I don’t want to go.”

  “You do. You need to live a little, and I can make you do that.”

  “You can, can you?” I chuckle at his words while shaking my head.

  “Yes, and I can make you orgasm, which we’ve already established. So, say yes and I’ll leave.” Marcus’ lips quirk and he knows he will win.

  “Yes.” I smile at him.

  He stands and walks over to me. Touching my chin, he lifts it and leans down. “I will be here, and if you aren’t here, I will find you.” He places a brief kiss on my lips before he walks out the door, shutting it behind him.

  Fuck!

  Grabbing my cell from my bag, I ring Tanika straight away.

  “Well, I take it you didn’t fuck him, considering you’re calling me.”

  “Is there a party tonight? One that you will be at?”

  She goes silent.

  “Tanika?” I ask, thinking she’s hung up. Pulling my phone away from my ear, I look and see the line is still connected. “Tanika?” I say, louder.

  “I’m not sure it’s something you would want to go to.”

  “Marcus invited me.”

  “Of course he did.” Tanika huffs into the phone. “Look… I can’t invite you. It’s not something strangers walk into, and I’m not a member of the club, so everything about it is off-limits. I have to be asked by a member. But I know Reap can ask, so come. Come, hang out with me.”

  “You said that last time, and the whole time you were with Blaze.”

  “I like him,” she says.

  “I know. Okay, I’ll come.”

  “Yeah,” she screams. “Oh, and dress sexy. This place… well, most girls wear nothing.” She pauses. “Okay, bye.” She hangs up, not giving me an opportunity to question what she’s just told me that most girls wear nothing?

  Chapter Eight

  Marcus

  “She’s coming, so tell him to stay away,” I say to Blaze who pulls a cigar from his lips.

  “No. You want her, that’s fine, I’ll respect that. But Snow wants her too.” He smirks.

  “You’re my brother, asshole.” I shake my head at Blaze. “Snow’s my life brother, you are my blood. There is a difference.” I clutch my fists together and take a deep breath. My cell alarms, informing me it’s almost time to go collect my newest little number.

  We had different fathers growing up and I’m older than him, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think he’s boss. He always fucking does, and he always fucking lets me know.

  “Reap…” I turn to his nickname for me that’s stuck over the years and has become my biker road name. “If you kill him, it will make me very fucking mad,” he says, lighting the cigar again.

  “Good, I like it when I have someone to hit. What better opponent than you?”

  “Asshole,” he says with a shake of his head as I walk out.

  I don’t hang around to see what else Blaze has to say. Driving to her house, I make it there in record time. Rochelle’s lights are on. I slide out of my truck just as she reaches the front door. She’s wearing a short skirt, showcasing her perfectly tanned legs, her stomach is on display from a shirt that stops above her belly button, and there’s so much cleavage that I want to get lost in.

  Cracking my neck from side to side, I step up to her. “Go and get changed.”

  “No.”

  “Change,” I demand.

  “No. Take me or leave me.” Her hand goes to her naked hip, and she smirks.

  “Fucking take you, all right,” I mutter, stepping away, wondering why on earth she makes
me this way. How can this little redhead inflict such strong reactions and emotions from me—I’ve never felt this way.

  “I heard that,” she says, breezing past me smelling like fucking flowers. Fucking flowers.

  Opening the truck door for her, Rochelle climbs in, and when she does, the bottom of her ass is on display. The woman is trying to kill me. She’s only wearing a G-string, and my cock immediately strains in my trousers.

  “You will be the death of me,” I say, shutting her door.

  When I slide into my side, she turns to me, her pale pink lips smiling. “At least then you won’t have to deal with tearing your body to bits like you do to all the other bodies.”

  “I don’t do that to all of them,” I say while putting the car in gear and pulling out into traffic.

  “Oh, so I got the special treatment?” She gags.

  “Yes… I knew it would scare you. It worked. You’re too pretty for this ugly world. But yet, here I am, wanting to drag you down the rabbit hole with me, pretty girl.”

  “What a fucking rabbit hole,” she mutters back to me.

  “I heard that.”

  “Good, I meant for you to.” Pulling away, she fidgets as she sits there, and I can feel she’s doing everything possible to avoid me. To evade looking my way.

  “How was your day?” I ask.

  Rochelle starts laughing and then she snorts.

  I can’t help the smirk that pulls on my lips just from that single action.

  “Really, you’re asking me about my day?”

  “It’s either that or I pull over, yank you out of the truck, and fuck you up against it,” I answer her with a shrug.

  “Okay, yeah.” She nods her head. “Well, my day was fine.”

  “You sure you don’t want the other option? Because I’m up for it.” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

  “No. No, I do not.”

  Pulling my truck to a stop at the lights, my eyes rove over her legs, which are bare.

  “Your outfit says otherwise.”

  Angry eyes turn on me, and my dick twitches at the sight.

  Fuck, she’s hot.

  And too good.

  She’s too good.

  The girls I fuck are dirty. I prefer them dirty because they know what to expect.

  Nothing.

  “Oh, so you are one of those assholes, are you? Where if I wear something short, that immediately means I’m asking to be fucked?” Angry eyes stare at me.

  When she says the word ‘fucked’ it takes everything in me to not do just that—

  fuck her into the middle of next week.

  “No, what I’m saying is you know I want to fuck you. So, you wear an outfit that makes me want to fuck you ten times more. It’s really unfair to my cock, which is straining against my fucking pants right now.”

  Rochelle’s eyes drop to my pants as I start the truck again.

  “I’ve seen enough cocks to last me for this weekend. Do not get that thing out.”

  Her words make me sit up straighter.

  “Who’s fucking cock have you seen?”

  “Snow’s.” She answers as if it’s obvious.

  “If you fuck him, I’ll kill him,” I tell her, pulling up to the acreage where the party is going to be held. Again, where the fuck is this possessiveness coming from? “And you know I can get rid of the body easily,” I say, throwing the door open and walking off, leaving her in my truck.

  I’m angry and I’m unsure why.

  Chapter Nine

  Rochelle

  The bastard storms off so fast, I get whiplash, but remain in the truck.

  I see everyone sitting on hay bales, girls walking around with no tops on, and men reaching for them, touching their tits as if they have the luxury to do so. I don’t want to be here and I told him that. Yet, here I am, in his truck as he storms off like he has a rocket up his ass.

  Getting out of the truck on my own, because clearly he isn’t going to help me, I stand and watch him. Marcus comes to a stop, and soon I see his body tense and his fist flies towards someone’s head.

  Blaze stands and pulls Marcus back, and then proceeds to push him.

  Blaze notices me and waves me over.

  I walk but my feet feel heavy with each step. When I finally reach them, Marcus’ lips are curled in anger, his fists are clenched on each side of his body. Looking past him, Blaze turns, his eyes are blazing in fury at me.

  “Calm him the fuck down.” Blaze pushes Marcus, and Marcus doesn’t move at the gesture. Blaze simply shakes his head and walks off.

  “What the fuck was that?” I ask. Confused, looking back, I now see it was Snow he punched. “You hit Snow? Why would you do that?”

  His eyes are angry slits, his lips are turned into a snarl while he simply glares at me.

  I take a step back, not knowing if I am next, while he runs his hand through his hair, looking away.

  “I need to fuck someone.”

  I throw my hands up in the air and take a step back. “That ship has sailed here, don’t look at me.”

  “You don’t want me to drive my cock into your wet pussy, pretty girl?”

  “No,” I answer immediately.

  “Your loss.” Marcus walks back to Snow and he passes him a beer, and they both sit as if nothing happened.

  I check around, unsure of what I should even do. This place is a good twenty minutes out from my house, and no Uber drivers will come this far. My best bet will be a cab. Then I look up, searching around for Tanika who’s meant to be here.

  Walking in a little farther, Marcus doesn’t look my way, but Snow does, nodding his head to me before he turns back to the conversation. I feel overdressed when I see everyone else and what they have on—which is next to nothing.

  Pushing my way through the girls, some giggle, and some even stare at me wondering what the hell I am doing here. I’m wondering that too. Long, black hair sits in the corner, and I make my way to her. Tanika has her back to me, and when I reach her, she turns around with a smile.

  “You came.” Her arms go around me and I can smell she’s clearly drunk, the alcohol permeating from her is that strong. “I missed you so much,” Tanika purrs, touching my hair. I left it down thinking it would look sexy. Now I wish I had it up as she strokes it. So strange.

  “How do I get out of here?”

  “Girl, you leaving?” I turn with Tanika hanging off me.

  Blaze walks in, picks up Tanika, and throws her over his shoulder.

  “Where are you taking her?”

  Blaze stops, his shoulders tense with a giggling Tanika hanging there, her hands touching his ass.

  “She’s going to bed,” he says, then walks away.

  “He hates me.” I cringe.

  “Aww… it’s ‘cause you’re confusing his brother is all.” I look up at Snow, confused. Is he talking about Marcus? “No, no girl, not me. The one with the dark locks.” Snow chuckles and points his beer to where Marcus is sitting with a girl on his lap. I shiver just looking and turn back to Snow.

  “How do I get out of here?” I ask. Snow holds up his hands, beer in one of them, and backs away. “You’re hot and all, but I like not tasting my own blood.” Snow chuckles, then walks off.

  Deciding how long it would take me to walk home, I contemplate it for a while, but then decide it’s ridiculous. I didn’t want to come in the first place, and yet here I am. Dragged by a man who I should have known better than to follow.

  Walking over to Marcus, I stand directly in front of him. He doesn’t have a drink, but the girl that’s sitting on his lap does. And to make matters worse, she death glares me when she looks up and I have my arms crossed over my chest. “Take me home!”

  Marcus says nothing, in fact it’s tits that speaks. “Get the fuck out of the road.”

  “No. Now get off my fucking ride, so he can take me home.”

  “Bitch… what did you just say?” She stands and takes a step toward me at the same time as I take a step toward
her, but my hands are shaking.

  “I said, get the fuck off of him, so he can get his fucking ass up and take me home, bitch. Did I stutter? Was I not clear?”

  She throws her drink to the ground, and I see it in her eyes when she decides to lash out at me. Luckily for her, I grew up with male cousins and duck just in time. Then I get straight back up and hit her hard in her pretty, overly made-up fucking face, making her fall back on his lap. She screams and comes at me again, but this time Marcus grips her waist and holds her back.

  My hand is hurting, but adrenaline is pumping through me and I am more than a little angry. “Take me fucking home, you asshole,” I say with my hands clenched to my sides while staring him down.

  The girl screams something I don’t quite understand, and Marcus lifts her to the side, depositing her onto someone else’s lap before he stands in front of me.

  “I think I just fell in love.”

  What the fuck!

  His words make my fists unclench.

  What did he just say?

  “Come to think of it… I don’t fucking love, I just want to fuck you.” Marcus leans down and whispers, “Want to fuck all that adrenaline out of your system, pretty girl?”

  I push him and turn, walking toward his truck. His footsteps follow, and I still hear that bitch screaming at me, but it becomes quieter and darker and darker the closer we get to his truck. When I reach it, he’s directly behind me; his hands come to my arm, and he turns me. Then his body is pushed against mine, his lips slam onto mine, and I moan. Despite being angry at him, I fucking moan at the feel of him, and I can’t help it. I step up on my tippy toes so I can feel him right there, as his fingers slide down and lift my skirt until his hand cups my sex, then he slips one finger in. Pushing it in and out, he devours my lips.

  “So fucking pretty…”

  I ignore his words and let him fuck me with his fingers. Marcus pulls back, and I reach for him straight away, my hands going to his shirt and lifting it, so my hands can touch his bare skin. I feel like a crazed animal as I touch him, sliding my nails down his chest and pulling him straight back to me. He pulls his cock free, then grips both my hips and lifts. I reach between us, pulling my G-string to the side as he lowers me, and in pure fucking ecstasy he slides straight in.