Smug Bastard: A Hero Club Novel

by Stacey Marie Brown

  “Not a stripper pole, but…”

  “Kinsley…” Crap! His voice really was orgasm worthy. “You have no idea how amazing you looked up there… what I wanted to—” He stopped himself, pain flickering across his face, his voice going low. “Fuck.” His fingers tangled through the ends of my hair, our desire thumping at the seams.

  Kins, you can’t. Not after what you know. It’s wrong.

  “We went at it in his truck. I still fantasize about that night. Best sex of my life.” My sister’s words chirped in my ear.

  “What?” His husky timbre dragged roughly over my skin.

  My mouth opened, but no words tumbled out.

  “Say it.” He moved in even closer, his body bumping against mine.

  “You slept with my sister.” My cheeks burned with the blatant statement, knowing my jealousy was showing.

  “Once,” he rumbled. “Nine years ago. Not at all rememberable, and I knew right after I shouldn’t have.”

  Ouch. Kasey still thought of that as the best night she’d ever had.

  “Doesn’t matter.” I swallowed, his nearness making my voice wispy. “She’s my sister.”

  “If you feel that way, then why do you care, Kinsley?” He inched closer, his tone challenging, like he was trying to make me admit something. “Why does it matter if I slept with her or dozens of other women? Because I have.”

  “Good for you. Want a medal?” Fury bust out of my mouth, grounding my features in a scowl.

  “I want to know why you care.”

  “I don’t.”

  His fingers gripped my chin roughly, sliding back into my hair. “Lie.” His grasp parted my mouth, a violent throb running down my torso to my thighs.

  “I thought you were neither jealous nor cared who I fucked.” The last word plunged through my body, forcing me to crush my teeth together.

  “I don’t.”

  “Trying to lie to me or yourself?”

  “Fuck you,” I seethed, trying to yank my head from his hold, but he dug in harder, sparking pain and pleasure like fireworks.

  “Finally… something true,” he rumbled, tipping my head back, his physique pressed into mine. “Tell me why my being with your sister a million years ago bothers you?”

  “It doe—”

  “No.” He sensed the excuse spitting from my tongue. “Tell me.”

  I snarled at him. “I hate you.”

  He chucked darkly. “The fact I feel your nipples rubbing against me tells me different… and I can guarantee if I slipped my fingers under this dress…” The tips brushed at the hem, ghosting my thigh. “I’d find you so fucking wet.” His fingers tugged on the fabric. “Should I test my theory, Kins? Are you dripping?”

  Every word only made me more so, while also sprouting anger from me, flaring my nose. My rage seemed to encourage him, his hand moving down to my throat, wrapping around my neck.

  “Why, Kinsley?” His thumb ran up, pushing against my pulse. It hammered against his skin, sweat trickling down my back.

  “Because…” I couldn’t stop myself from curving into him. “She’s my sister.”

  “And if I slept with her.” His mouth barely a breath from mine. “Then I can’t sleep with you.”

  Bull’s-eye. The arrow of truth punctured my chest.

  A slow smirk hitched the side of his mouth, knowing he hit the target. “Did I get it right, Baby K?” He knew he did. He just wanted me to say it, and using that pet name only infuriated me more.

  I lifted my chin, sawing my jaw together, glaring at him.

  “If it makes you feel better, I wouldn’t sleep with you.” He growled, clutching down harder. I couldn’t fight the disappointment. The rejection humiliating me.

  “Let go of me,” I snarled. “Now.”

  He dropped his hand, and I started to move toward the dance floor.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Looking for a douchebag who will.”

  “Kinsley.” My name rumbled like a tremor, warning of a big earthquake coming. I ignored him, my sight set on a group of men hovering by the stage. Young, drunk, and sadly, I wasn’t interested in any of them, but it no longer mattered.

  “Kinsley!” Smith’s voice bit into my ear, his fingers wrapping around my elbow, getting the group of guys’ notice. I smiled coyly at them, not really caring which one. Shaking his grip, I waved at the one who called me hot earlier, the blond guy, his lust-filled eyes still raking over me with blatant interest. “I swear I will…”

  “What?” I flipped to Smith, my arms flying out. “What will you do?”

  He sucked in through his nose, saying nothing.

  “Exactly. Nothing. You made your position clear. I am young, single, and have every right to sleep with whomever I want. All of them if I decided. You are not my brother, my dad, or my bodyguard. Go back to the bar and play with the women there adding to your hundreds if not thousands. Let me have the fun you supposedly think I should be having.” I whipped back around, heading for a guy who looked like I’d find more interesting conversation with a lamppost.

  “Not with any one of them.” Smith clutched my arm again, yanking me back to him.

  “Not one. All of them,” I sneered in his face.

  “Hey?” The blond kid was suddenly there. “Is this guy bothering you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck off.” Smith and I spoke at the same time.

  “Uhhh.” The guy looked at me. He was at least six inches shorter than Smith and had an average body. He was no match. But he tried to puff up. “The lady said to back off.”

  “No, she didn’t.” Smith stared intensely at me.

  “Back. Off.” My lids narrowed in challenge.

  “Is that really what you want?” He curved an eyebrow, doubting my request.

  “I’m just a little sister to you, right?” I wanted to push him like he had pushed me, my ire bubbling out.

  “I didn’t say that.” Smith pinched the space between his brow with his free hand.

  “Close enough.”

  “No, not even remotely. You have no idea, Kins.” He shook his head. “Don’t fucking push me.”

  “You can’t keep me pinned up, keep all men away, while you preach about me living my life. Let me go have fun with…” I motioned to the guy.

  “James.”

  “John here.”

  “James.”

  “Whatever.” I flipped my hand in annoyance.

  A deep growl came from Smith, his muscles twitching.

  “Have a good night. I will see you tomorrow.” I went to turn, but Smith didn’t loosen his hold. I sighed, peering up at him. “Let go.”

  “No.” His face was stone, his eyes pleading with me.

  “Good night, Smith.” I jerked my arm free, turning for the guy. John-James’s smile widened. Then in a blink, it vanished, his eyes growing wide.

  An arm wrapped around my stomach, and like the night at the bonfire party, my body went into the air, Smith chucking me over his shoulder, my short dress not covering my ass.

  “Smith!” I yelled as he stomped for the door, pushing through the crowd, his hand moving to flatten the skirt on my butt, covering it from view. “Put me down!” I hit his back, but it did nothing to deter him.

  People gaped and pointed as he shoved us outside, catcalls and whistles cutting through the air. He grunted, his hand sliding lower to make sure my knickers weren’t on display. The heat of his palm did things to me it shouldn’t.

  “Hey, asshole!” He ignored me. “Alpha dickhead! Let! Me! Down!” I bellowed. He simply held me higher, turning down a narrow dark alley, the smell of food from the back kitchens overpowering the smell of trash and dank stone. Halfway down, he stopped, my frame dropping down. The moment my feet touched the pavement, he shoved me into the brick wall, his physique engulfing mine, giving me no space. My lungs expanded, fear and a thrill quivered my muscles.

  He pushed in closer, his thigh going between my legs, pinning me into the wa
ll, his thick erection pulsing into me as one hand clutched my hip. The other slid through my hair, twisting into the locks. His eyes burned with rage and intensity.

  “What the hell are you doing to me?” A nerve in his jaw twitched, his gaze shifting over my face wildly like at any moment he would snap. “Seeing you dance like that. Fuck, Kins. You trying to kill me? To shred my last bit of sanity and logic?” His hand dug into my skin harder. “Of all people… why you?” He snarled, tugging on strands of my hair, launching shivers down my scalp to my core.

  Not moving or speaking, my chest heaved against his, tightening my breast every time it scraped across his muscular torso, my head dizzy with need.

  “Do you know why I didn’t kiss you the other night?” He yanked my head, tilting my face up to his, his frame crushing mine.

  I shook my head, my locks tugging in his grip, forming a moan in the back of my throat.

  “Because I knew if I did, I would never stop.” Fury spit out each word like an accusation. “I shouldn’t want you. I can’t have you… but I crave you like a fucking drug.” His hand curved over my hip, running past the hem of my dress to my thigh. The feel of his cock pressed into me, causing me to suck in my breath. Oh god. “I was all set to leave that next morning… but I didn’t. I couldn’t fuckin’ walk away from you. You make me weak. Something I told myself I’d never be again.”

  “I don’t make you weak,” I seethed through my teeth, my tone violent as my hips tipped into his, needing him so bad it ached. He shot his gaze into mine, both of us breathing wearily.

  I challenge you.

  His nose flared as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

  “We shouldn’t do this,” he claimed but didn’t move away, his hand gliding up my bare thigh to my ass.

  “Shit!” I arched more, my hips rolling into him, feeling him pulse and harden. A noise moved up my throat; I was unable able to stop my hips from opening.

  Needing.

  Wanting.

  I could no longer think. All the complications evaporated from my mind.

  Primal.

  Basic.

  Running on need and want.

  We stared at each other, the air between us tangible with desire. I was pulsing, hot, and wet. A guttural noise quaked his chest, and I knew he could feel it too.

  We should have walked away right now. Done the responsible, right thing.

  “Fuck it.” Desire stormed his expression. The barrier we’d tried to build between us shattered into pieces. His hands dropped from my hips, curving around my jaw, growling deeply as his mouth crashed into mine. The moment our lips met, searing hot desire rushed through my torso and between my thighs. His mouth was desperate and demanding. His tongue slipped past my lips and an embarrassing moan broke from my throat.

  Holy shit. I wasn’t the type who made breathy porn noises, something I found awkward and put on.

  With Smith?

  Oh. My. God.

  My mouth claimed his deeper. Hunger and desperation rolled up my legs, my hands moving to his insane body pulling him closer to me. Snaking up his shirt, my fingers explored every inch of his torso. I pinched his nipple like he did mine the other night.

  Smith reacted instantly, a rumble echoed in his throat as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my back smashing up against the brick wall. Our breaths were ragged and needy.

  “Fuck, Kins.” He grunted, nipping at my lower lip, his hips rolling into mine, stimulating every nerve in my body. I wanted him. Now. “I knew if I started, I’d never want to stop.” His hand pushed up my dress past my hips.

  “Thought you said you wouldn’t sleep with me.” I gasped as his teeth dragged down my neck, his fingers nudged under the fabric of my underwear.

  A chuckle vibrated in his throat. “I said sleep… We’re not going to be sleeping.” His fingers rubbed my folds before sinking in.

  “Oh fuck.” My head fell back against the wall.

  “Shhiiitt,” he hissed. “We should stop now.”

  “What?” I exclaimed. “No.”

  He grinned darkly. “I meant get back to the hotel before I fuck you in this alleyway.”

  “No.” I squeezed against his fingers, causing him to moan. “Here.”

  “Here?”

  I nodded, my body moving against him.

  His gaze locked on to mine, sparking with hunger.

  “You like it. Just like at the bar… knowing we could be caught. Them watching me fuck you?”

  “Yes.” A thrill zinged up my spine, my hands going to his jeans. I had never thought about having sex in public, ever. But Smith brought out this other side of me. The one who wanted to be impulsive, wild, and feel everything without embarrassment or fear. Dance out of my box.

  A rumble came from him, his mouth claiming mine again. His kiss alone could make me orgasm.

  Popping the buttons of his jeans, I shoved them over his hips, tugging at his boxer-briefs. The tip was already wet. My hand gripped his massive size, rubbing down his length. Shit, he was huge.

  A hiss tore from his teeth as he bit down on the curve of my neck. My lips parted with a gasp as I moaned.

  Voices and laughter down the lane drew my attention for a moment to the groups of people crowding the street, moving between venues in this hot night. The few stopping at the opening of the alley way talking heightening the thrill.

  My hand worked him, rubbing the tip, loving the thrill rushing into my veins that people were so close and unaware.

  “If we were smart, we would stop now. Walk away from each other,” he croaked, his fingers moving in deep and faster, pumping air frantically from my lungs.

  My legs gripped his hips tighter, dreading the idea of him actually stopping.

  “Good thing we are not smart.” I gripped his face, covering his lips with mine, kissing him with everything I had, surging with desire.

  “Kins…” My name came out frantic, the fabric of my knickers sliding down, every touch tantalizing, forming more energy between us. “We need to stop. I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m on birth control and clean.” I never had unprotected sex. I was always responsible and sane enough to stop before. The idea of stopping was impossible with Smith.

  “I have only been unprotected with one person.” Becca. “Checked frequently. Totally clean.”

  My response was to kiss him, sucking on his lower lip. He groaned loudly, gripping himself.

  “I wanted to take my time and taste you.”

  “Next time.”

  “Like the way you think.” His cock pressed into my opening, dropping my mouth. My lungs froze with anticipation.

  This was happening. I was going to have sex with Smith Blackburn. The Smug Bastard himself. The guy I used to hate. Here in a dirty alley. And I loved that it was totally different from anything I had done before.

  I wanted him inside me so badly I couldn’t think; the feel of him there had me desperate and needy.

  “Smith…”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you.”

  “No, say it. I want to hear the truth. Even if it makes you blush.”

  I tried to buck my hips to move him inside me, but he pinned my arms back, tipping away from me.

  “Say it.”

  The devil on my shoulder took over my mouth, desperation making me claw at his skin. “Fuck me. Hard. Brutal. I want you so deep inside me I can’t breathe.”

  He cursed under his breath and thrust into me, ripping the air from my lungs. His size filling me so much I thought I was going to shatter in half. The slight pain flipped quickly to pure unbelievable pleasure.

  Oh. Holy. Fuck.

  “Fuck. Kins.” He groaned so loud, people walking by looked around. “You feel so good… Shit. Fuck.… way too fucking good.” He pulled back and drove in again, splitting a cry from me.

  Feeling him sliding into me had my eyes rolling back; air locked in my chest. This felt unreal. The sensation so overwhel
ming and powerful, it tossed everything in my safe world on its head. My body reacted on instinct. Rolling and pushing against him in desperation.

  “Oh god, Smith.” My fingers dug into his scalp, tugging on his hair, only building more frantic need between us. “More. Harder.”

  “Jesus… your pussy… is so tight. Perfect. I never want to stop fucking you… being inside you.”

  “Don’t.”

  He gripped my hips, tipping me so he went in even deeper and harder.

  We both moaned, swearing and grunting.

  The girl who would have judged people screwing in an alley was shattered into a thousand pieces, breaking the monster underneath loose.

  I became untamed and feral. My nails raked down his back and shoulders, the brick of the building tearing into my flesh as he drove into me. Our mouths bit; our hands clawed.

  With every thrust I could feel my climax coming. I didn’t want this to end, but at the same time, I chased the sensation like a scavenger.

  He picked up his tempo, my spine scrapping against the wall. I loved he wasn’t gentle, both of us so blinded by lust we wanted to rip into each other. I wanted it wild and rough. To the point pain and pleasure mixed into one.

  My body tightened around him, strangling his throat.

  “Oh god… don’t stop.” My teeth bit down on his lip as I felt it rushing to me.

  “Come for me.” He reached down, his thumb rubbing against the buddle of nerves.

  An explosion popped behind my lids as I cried out, clenching and pulsing around him.

  “Fuuucck.” His hips hit deeper, pumping a few more times until I felt him release inside me, shuttering my body in another orgasm. My mouth opened, but nothing came out as euphoria filled my veins, riding the last moment of the high before I slowly started to come back down.

  I thought I had an orgasm before, but I was wrong. Nothing in my life compared to this, certainly no man I had been with before. Not even the rush of jumping off the bridge could challenge this.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered, gulping in breaths.

  Smith placed his hands on the wall behind my head like he couldn’t keep himself upright, sucking in.

  “Was that normal?” I leaned against the brick.

  His gaze lifted to mine for a moment, then his mouth took mine so hungrily I felt him stir inside me, sparking desire through me again. How the hell was it possible?