Kisses and Lies: A Anti-Hero Standalone Romance

by T. L Smith

  “Fuck.”

  “That’s right, pretty girl, ride my fucking cock.”

  I do. I fucking slide up and down, my hands leaving his bare skin and pulling at his shirt until it bundles at his neck. He drops one hand away from me and slides his hand out then followed by the other, the whole time his movements never stop.

  Each thrust and push is filling me so much, like I’ve never been filled before.

  My nails dig into his bare skin as I drop my head on his neck. I lick him just to taste him—he’s salty and sweet—then I bite and suck. So many emotions are fucking with me as he takes me. He doesn’t apologize either for his fingers digging so hard into my hips that I know they will bruise, or the way when we’re both close he pushes me back so my head slams on the truck and I feel the vibration run through me.

  I don’t care, though.

  I don’t fucking care.

  I come, my hands leaving him as he grips them both, my legs are wrapped tight around his waist as he pins me to the truck, pushing me, so my back hits the edge of the hood and I lay there lost, in ecstasy, as he finishes.

  That was, quite simply, the best sex of my fucking life.

  “Knew your pussy would love my cock.”

  And he’s ruined it.

  Sitting up, I slide up the hood of his truck and away from him.

  “Take me home, Marcus.”

  “I was planning to.” He smirks, tucking his cock back into his pants, then reaches for his shirt, sliding it over his head, not even bothering to look at me again.

  We don’t speak. What’s the point? I have no words for him, and he clearly got what he wanted. But then again, so did I. I wanted to fuck him that first time, and now I have. My G-string snapped and is ruined but it still sits around my waist. I don’t want to take it off until I am in my own home.

  “I’d like to do that again,” he says, coming to a stop.

  I scoff and get out, not even bothering to answer that ridiculous statement.

  “Tomorrow, then,” he yells out, and I know he’s teasing me.

  “Fuck you.”

  “You did that, pretty girl. And soon, you will again.”

  When I get to my door and unlock it, I slide my G-string from under my skirt while he watches me from the darkness of his truck, and then I take a step out of it.

  “This can be your reminder of me.” I look down at my G-string, then back to him. “And forget where I live,” I say, closing my door and locking it.

  Running up to my room, I look out through my window. It’s in complete darkness so he can’t see me. Marcus gets out of the truck, steps up my porch while my heart races as he does, but he doesn’t stay long. Just enough time to pick up what he wanted and walk back to his truck while sliding my G-string into his pocket before he takes off.

  Maybe that wasn’t the smartest move.

  Then again, I’ve not managed a lot of smart moves lately when it comes to him.

  And I don’t even know his last name.

  Chapter Ten

  Rochelle

  I don’t see him Sunday, and for that I’m thankful, because if he came to me and touched me, I know I’d want a repeat of what we did. Despite how much I don’t want to want him, I know I do want him. Damn, that’s confusing. He’s the leading man in every one of my dreams, stealing me and making me his.

  Staying inside on Sunday, locking my house up was my best option, and I needed time to get my head semi-straight.

  The rest of the week after that goes slowly, and I don’t hear from Tanika until Thursday. And even then, it’s just a message asking me how the rest of my weekend went. I bet she doesn’t even remember seeing me that night, she was that drunk.

  Martin annoys me almost all week while I help him work on a case. I’ve contemplated studying law myself with how much I have learned from him, and how much of the work I actually do for him as well. Also, I really love law, it stimulates my mind.

  “Send this to the papers,” he says on Friday, dropping a written-up script in front of me. I briefly run my eyes over it and freeze at the names.

  EXILE MC – IS OUR CITY SAFE?

  PRESS RELEASE

  The Exile Motorcycle Club has been under investigation now for over two months for murder and missing persons. We suspect they’re also dealing in drugs. Is our city safe with this outlaw motorcycle gang running free in the area…

  What the fuck! The article goes on and on about what the club has supposedly done and how unsafe the community feels. Honestly, they can’t print this or make a story out of this if it’s not true. Standing, I walk into Martin’s office. He has a coffee cup to his mouth and he looks up with cream all over his top lip. Goddamn, what a waste of space.

  “Can you say this without evidence?” I ask him.

  Martin wipes his face. “Do you have an issue, Rochelle? You know our job is to make the suspects look as guilty as possible.”

  Damn if he isn’t dodgy—he couldn’t lay straight in bed if he tried.

  “Is anything in this article true?” I ask again, waving it around like it’s burning my fingers.

  “The client says it is.”

  “Who’s that?” I ask because I know all of his clients. I’m the only person stupid enough to work for him. So it must be something he is doing on his own.

  “Is this your job now… questioning your boss?” Martin asks as his hand slams down on the desk. If I didn’t have a house to pay for, I would quit here and now. But I do.

  “No, I was just wondering.”

  Martin waves a hand at me. “Get lost, Rochelle. Unless you have a conflict of interest you need to tell me about?” I freeze at his words. “Well?” he asks.

  “No, I just want to know their story.”

  “If you know what’s good for you, you will stay far away from them. They are bad news.”

  Shutting the door, I walk back out to my desk and tear the paper up before I close down my computer to leave for the day. I can’t send that out—there has to be some truth in it for the papers to publish it.

  “Pretty girl,” I yelp when I hear that name whispered at the entrance to my office. Marcus is standing there dressed in black jeans and a white shirt rolled up to his elbows. Why does he have to look so good? And why am I excited to see him?

  “For someone who pushed me away at the start, you sure as shit show up a lot,” I say, shaking my head and turning as I try not to look his way.

  “Maybe I woke up and smelled the pretty girl on me.”

  “You mean the roses, right?”

  “If you say so. I mean, I haven’t tasted you yet, so I don’t know if it’s more along the lines of roses or tulips.”

  I groan at his words.

  “Can I help you?” Martin asks, standing at his office door.

  Marcus doesn’t answer him, so I do while Martin simply stares at him.

  “He’s here for me. I’m just finishing up,” I say.

  Martin stands taller, and I shake my head at him and reach for my stuff, then walk over to Marcus who doesn’t move until I reach for his hand.

  “See you Monday, Martin.” I wave backward over my shoulder, pulling Marcus with me.

  “You will,” is all Martin says before we get out the door.

  The minute we’re out, I drop Marcus’ hand and turn to face him. He’s already watching me. “Why are you here?” I unlock my car and throw everything in, then turn to face him again. Marcus takes a tentative step toward me and pushes me against the car, it feels like déjà fucking vu.

  My hands push him back and he smirks, but he does step back.

  “I think we need a repeat.”

  “You’re serious right now?” I ask.

  “Yep, I want you. No denying that.” Marcus looks down to the tent in his pants, and I roll my eyes.

  “I’m busy. No time for you this weekend. At all.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To the Gold Coast with my sister. All weekend.”

  “I c
an come. Meet you there?”

  I laugh at him. “You’re joking, right?”

  Marcus scratches his face, and the look that takes over it, it’s as if he’s just realized what he’s said.

  “Yes, I fucking am.” Then he walks away.

  Leaving me standing there confused as fuck.

  “You aren’t wearing that, are you?” my sister Kat asks, eyeing me up and down as she holds Annabelle in her arms. I look down at my dress, which has a slit up the side and leaves nothing to the imagination.

  “Maybe you should live a little, let me take Annabelle and you go out tonight. And let me dress you,” I say, showcasing my leg a little bit more.

  “No, last time I did something stupid…” she trails off and looks at Annabelle. “Well, I got my best gift from your mistake. But I also learned my lesson, thank you very much.”

  Kat pulls Annabelle up on her hip. “You just have to play it safer.” She eyes me.

  “You know I speak to Tanika, too, right?” Kat’s blue eyes look at me. They’re the same color as mine. “I know you aren’t playing it safe with a particular man, whom I want photos of by the way.”

  I wave my hands at her face. “No can do. That ship has sailed, and it’s over.”

  “Was it fun, though?”

  “It was a headache and a nightmare, plus the best orgasms I have ever had.”

  “What I wouldn’t give for one of those.” Kat laughs.

  We get seated on the boat. Annabelle falls asleep in her mother’s arms as the boat starts, and servers come around to serve our first course.

  “Let me take her, you eat first.”

  “No, I like it when she’s like this. It tells me she will always love me, no matter what.” Kat kisses the top of her head, and I start eating as she begins using one hand. Not once complaining or asking me to take her. By the last course, I take Annabelle despite Kat’s protests, and Annabelle stays asleep in my arms.

  “Tanika said he’s one fine specimen. What’s so wrong with him?”

  “Don’t you mean what’s right with him?”

  Kat laughs and shrugs. “That too.”

  “He’s confusing for one, and he isn’t relationship material. It’s obvious. I want kids one day… I don’t think I could ever have kids with a man like him,” I tell her the truth.

  Kat looks to Annabelle then back to me. “Don’t base a relationship, or even fun, on what you think you want. Wants change. Needs change. I never wanted a child, and now I’d be lost without her.” Kat takes Annabelle back from me and I smile. Because she’s right. Kat never wanted kids, yet here she is, one of the best mothers I know.

  “I don’t think he’s safe to be around. I mean, his brother is the president of Exile MC for God’s sake.” We stand as the boat comes to a stop and make our way off. Our hotel is right on the water, so we don’t have far to walk.

  “Okay, stay away. Far, far, away. I heard about those boys. They’re dangerous.”

  “Tanika is obsessed with the president.”

  “Of course she is. Tanika loves dick,” Kat says with an eye roll.

  I bump her shoulder slightly because she has Annabelle still in her arms. “Hey, be nice.”

  Kat and Tanika have a weird relationship. Kat likes her but thinks she’s not stable. I think we balance each other out.

  “I am. I’m nice to Tanika because you love her. No more, no less.”

  “I love you more, though,” I say, leaning my head on her other shoulder as we make our way to the room. When we reach the room, we swipe in, and I see my cell ringing on the table. I forgot to take it with me, and when I pick it up, Tanika’s name is flashing on the screen.

  “Hey.”

  “Ohhh, so now you answer,” she slurs into the phone.

  “Tanika…”

  “Yeah, yeah, don’t say my name like that. What? You better than me all of a sudden?”

  I look over at Kat who lays Annabelle down in her bed. She mouths to me ‘what’s wrong?’ I just shake my head and step out on to the balcony.

  “Are you drunk?”

  “Of course, I am. Amongst other things,” she whines.

  “Why?” Tanika never used to be like this. Granted, she likes to drink, but she didn’t do it often, and I hate to think what ‘other things’ actually means.

  “Because my heart is fucking broken and this is the way to fix it,” she screams.

  “Tan, put the phone down and go to bed,” I hear.

  “Who’s that?”

  “Oh, Blaze. He thinks he’s my knight or some shit. But he won’t fuck me anymore, now he found out why I wanted to fuck him so bad.”

  None of her words are making any sense, at all.

  “Can you pass Blaze the phone, please?”

  “What, you want to fuck him too?” she snipes, and then she disappears, and I hear her speaking, “My friend, Rochelle, wants to fuck you. Tell her no.”

  “Hey.”

  “Blaze,” I say his name, but he doesn’t speak. “What’s wrong with her?”

  “If you were around, you’d know.” Then he hangs up on me. I look at it, not knowing what he’s talking about. Tanika and I always share everything, granted the last month or two maybe not so much, but still.

  “What’s going on?” Kat asks, coming out from behind me and hugging her arms around my waist.

  I shrug. “It’s Tan. I don’t really know. Can’t make heads or tails out of that phone call.”

  She sighs. “I told you. It’s always something.” Then Kat walks away.

  I try calling Tanika back, again and again.

  Finally, it’s picked up.

  “Pretty girl.”

  I gasp and look back at the phone to check the number I called. “Where is she?”

  “Blaze handed me the phone and said I need to take this call. Wasn’t going to until I saw your pretty face all over the screen…” He pauses, his breathing is heavy into the phone. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet cunt squeezing my cock. Have you, pretty girl? Want a repeat? I’ll drive to you.”

  Butterflies take flight in my stomach. He knows where I am, as I told him, which is just over an hour away from home.

  “No.”

  “You don’t sound so sure. I can be quick. I need a taste.”

  “Find someone else,” I tell him, just then a girl giggles into the phone.

  “I have someone else on my lap right now, pretty girl, but it’s you I want.”

  “Where is Tanika?”

  “My brother put her to bed. Seems he has to do that a lot lately. You should pay closer attention to your friend. She’s screaming for help, and this isn’t the place she should be looking.”

  “Where should she be looking?” I ask.

  “Anywhere but here.” My hand grips the railing. “My offer stands, I can be with you soon, just say the word.”

  “Is she okay?”

  “Is that your word?” I stay silent. “Yes, my brother looks after her. God only knows why.”

  “Thank you.” I end the call, and when I turn around, Kat’s standing in the doorway.

  “Do you need to go?”

  “Tomorrow. I’ll go tomorrow.”

  Kat only nods as we head back inside and climb into bed.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rochelle

  I head straight for the clubhouse. It’s quiet when I pull up, but the large gates open for me. I feel out of place, like I shouldn’t be here, but I need to talk to her.

  Why didn’t she tell me anything last weekend when we were together? Knocking on the barn door behind the bar area, I wait. No one comes, so I knock again, this time harder until I hear footsteps. Eyeing the door, I see the crest that’s similar to the one on Blaze’s back—a tiger with a snake wrapped around it and then coming out of its mouth. A girl with white-blonde hair pulls the door open, and I recognize her as Harper, Snow’s sister. She looks me over and crosses her arms over her chest.

  “You can’t be here.”

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p; “You’re here,” I say, raising my eyebrows.

  Harper holds up her hands as I cross my arms over my chest.

  “I don’t want to fight you, but you really shouldn’t be here. No one is allowed, but the wives and girlfriends. Snow asked that I make you go away.”

  “Look, I don’t want trouble, but I am also not leaving until I have Tanika with me.” She looks behind her, and I hear a noise, her name being called. She shuts the door a fraction then looks back at me.

  “I’ll see if I can get her. Please, just wait here by the bar and don’t make a sound.” I nod because I really don’t want trouble. I just want to get Tanika, and see what the fuck is going on.

  Moving back, I wait and hope she comes soon.

  “You are going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?” I turn to see Blaze standing there with a cigarette hanging from his lips. My hands tighten, and I look back to the door then to the floor.

  “I came for Tanika, nothing else.”

  “Your friend has demons. Big ones.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  Blaze pulls the cigarette from his lips, drops it to the floor and steps on it, then looks back up at me with his lips curled.

  “Take her, and don’t come back. I don’t want to see you around here again. You’ve been allowed in on the privilege you are with my brother, nothing more.”

  “I don’t plan on coming back,” I argue, pushing myself off the stool.

  “You think you’re better than me, girl?” He shakes his head. “You may have my brother fooled, but I know better. A girl like you doesn’t fall or care for someone as fucked-up as he is.” As he’s speaking, the door opens and Harper yelps when she sees Blaze, who walks off in a different direction. Tanika rubs her eyes but leans on Harper, so I take her, and we start walking to the car. Opening the door, we both get her in.

  I look back to Harper.

  “Thank you, for this.”