Bestselling Bastard : A Hero Club Novel

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “Lorenzo. How’s everything going?”

  “It’s...going. Just making breakfast. Taking a little break before we get back at it today,” I say, trying to mask my uncertainty.

  Get back at what? Writing? Fucking? Hopefully a little of both if I get my way.

  “Good, good. Listen, Chloe is coming home for Christmas this year and apparently she’s bringing someone. I just wanted you to know because she’ll probably be here before you guys get back and I didn’t want you to get ambushed.”

  “She is, huh?” I muse, knowing that Chloe doesn’t usually pick the best of men to bring around. My older sister, my older half sister actually, is a hopeless romantic with a broken asshole radar gun. I rub my hand down the front of my face knowing this time probably won’t be any different.

  “Do we know anything about this guy?”

  “He works with her, that’s all she gave us. I promised your mother I would give him the benefit of the doubt but...you know how that goes.”

  I laugh, knowing my father will promise my ma just about anything in the moment. She’s got some weird witchcraft over him, and growing up, I always thought it to be sort of emasculating to him in a way. Being with Jenna last night though, I know whatever she asked of me, I would gladly do without question. I’m enamored by her after just one night. A year of friendship and a night inside her body sealed my fate. I fell right into the hopeless Morgan men trap. I’m a goner, just like my father.

  “Oh I know, believe me,” I mumble, coating the bread in the egg yolk before flipping it into the cinnamon and sugar.

  “Ha. Lorenzo Morgan. Is that a wistful tone I hear in your voice?”

  I groan, hearing my ma’s voice on the phone now, knowing I can’t hide shit from her, I never could.

  “Hey, Ma.”

  “Is Jenna coming for Christmas? They are saying all planes will be grounded late Christmas Eve. We’re supposed to get a foot of snow.”

  “I’m not sure,” I reply. “I have to discuss it with her. Don’t push, okay? She...she’s different.”

  I don’t divulge too much to my parents, not wanting to break Jenna’s trust after she confided so many things to me throughout our friendship. My parents are silent on the other line and I hear movement from down the hall.

  “Well, I’m finishing breakfast, I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

  “I taught you well, baby. Have fun,” my mother muses.

  I laugh, rolling my eyes and hang up the phone, continuing with breakfast, awaiting Jenna’s arrival in the kitchen. The smell of sugar and cinnamon in the kitchen makes my stomach growl but this is not what I’m hungry for. Not even a little bit.

  Jenna

  I groan, crawling out of bed with a pounding head and dry mouth. Luckily, nausea never comes as I look around Lorenzo’s bedroom, trying to find my clothes from last night. I find nothing, the memories of last night coming back to me as I realize he stripped me down in the living room.

  “Crap,” I whisper, rummaging around in the dresser drawers and coming out with an oversized t-shirt that barely covers my ass. “You’ll have to do.”

  I slowly open the door, wanting to sneak to my room to put on decent clothes but stop on my way at the kitchen door frame when Lorenzo pins me with his stare.

  “H-hey,” I stutter, trying to make myself as small as possible so his t-shirt covers my nakedness.

  “Slept well?” he asks with a wicked smirk.

  Of course I did because you fucked me into a coma.

  As the night comes back to me, I lost track of how many times he devoured my body last night. I don’t even remember stopping, I don’t even remember falling asleep. My body screams with soreness at every step, my center throbbing and aching in the most delicious ways.

  “I...I did, yeah. Did you?”

  I remain standing in the door frame, the smell of cinnamon and sugar finally hitting me and I let out a soft moan, closing my eyes.

  “French toast? I love french toast,” I respond, allowing the smell to carry me into the kitchen and plop myself down on one of the chairs, forgetting all about my nakedness underneath his t-shirt.

  “I know, eat up. We need all the energy we can get today.”

  I ignore the suggestion in his tone as I reach for the french toast, drowning each piece in syrup and eating like this is my last meal. I’m starving, and I would be lying if I said my appetite was just for the food. I need to keep my lips and mouth busy because I don’t want to have that awkward conversation about last night. I don’t want to have to tell Lorenzo it can’t happen again because I want it to. I know it can’t though, if I want to keep him safe it can never be more than this.

  What if he doesn’t even want it to be more than this? Shit. I didn’t think of that. As much as we can’t take it further, I think his denial would crush me. Oh God, and here comes the nausea. Let’s just get this over with. Like a bandaid…

  “Jenna.”

  “Enzo.”

  We laugh, motioning for the other person to speak as we do this weird hand motion standoff, unsure how to proceed. This is awkward as fuck. God, swallow me whole right now. I take the lead, making my voice louder to over power his.

  "Enzo, last night was—"

  "Hot as hell?"

  "A mistake," I sigh. "I was drunk. Really, really drunk and you were too. We should—"

  "Go for a repeat? If you don't remember, Jenna, then I guess I didn't do my job. Alcohol or not, that was the best fucking fuck of my life and I remember every goddamn second of it."

  My inner goddess secretly pumps her fist, but my brain quickly shuts her down, reminding her that this cannot happen. The fight is pointless though because his hand wraps around my neck and then we're kissing. Lips, tongue and teeth all slam together and I can't think straight because my vagina is too busy conjuring up every single sex position I want Lorenzo to take me in.

  “Let’s allow this to happen until we leave this cabin, Jenna,” he whispers against my lips.

  “But...but we can’t make this more. It has to...end...after…”

  I can’t get the words out because his mouth engulfs mine, pulling moans and pleas out of it as his hands slide up my thighs and connect with my wet, bare pussy. One more time. One more time and then we can focus on work. This is okay as long as it isn’t love. This is definitely not love.

  A few hours later, 8,000 words later and my fingers are furiously typing against my keyboard. He’s right. This has been the breakthrough we needed as I type and type, my fingers unable to keep up with my brain. He’s done things to my body, done things to my brain that I can’t explain but I’m not acknowledging them yet. I’m riding this wave, plowing through this manuscript until I hear his footsteps descend the stairs.

  I glance up through my lashes, my thighs clenching together like the greedy little sluts they are as if he didn’t make me scream a good portion of the morning. His deep brown eyes are covered with black rimmed glasses, his chest bare as my eyes scan lower, watching his thick cock bounce against his hard stomach. I gulp, feeling a bead of sweat drip down between my breasts underneath his t-shirt.

  “And her sexy hero sauntered down the stairs in nothing but his birthday suit and she felt like it was her goddamn birthday...rawr,” I tease, pulling a devilish grin from his lips.

  “You’re so cheesy.”

  He turns to the fridge, opening it and grabbing the orange juice container and I fix my gaze on his ass. God, his ass is so beautiful. Feeling the strength of his thighs, running my fingers up and down the powerhouse body he possesses as he pounded into me from above this morning was addicting. I notice the small red indents on his ass cheeks, blushing because I put them there.

  “Don’t get all shy on me now, Watson."

  “I...I’m sorry I...your ass…”

  He furrows his brows then my words seem to register as he laughs and shakes his head.

  “It’s fine. It was hot as fuck. I like when you mark me. You’re a little tiger, it’
s fucking sexy.”

  I blush, watching Lorenzo walk to me and take my laptop, turning it to him. His cock is still hard, standing upright against his stomach and my fingers are itching to take him in my hand again.

  God, what is happening to you Jenna, you fiend.

  "How...how are you still hard?"

  Lorenzo laughs, a deep rumble in his chest and my whole body tingles at the sound.

  “It seems to always be down to play around you, but give me a few minutes okay?” he whispers, brushing the hair off my neck and placing a soft kiss against my pulse.

  I close my eyes, pressing my lips together as I nod, unsure of the warlock powers Lorenzo has me under.

  He starts to type on my computer and I watch his words circle around me and grab hold of that sexual goddess he has turned me into.

  His bare cock twitched, remembering what her warm mouth felt like wrapped around his cock last night. The precum dripped out, remembering how the back of her throat felt against the sensitive flesh…

  Lorenzo’s arm wraps around my shoulder, slowly dipping his hand down to pinch my nipples through his t-shirt and I lean back, closing my eyes. Too soon his hand disappears and I snap my eyes open, seeing him give me a smirk.

  "You can't write a sentence like that, smirk, come onto me and then pull away, Balboa. That ain't how this works."

  I give him a wicked smile of my own and he shakes his head, pressing a few buttons on my computer.

  “W-what are you doin’?” I ask softly, watching him click around before he pulls up my microphone app.

  He presses play on the last recording and as soon as it starts to play, I feel like I want to crawl under a rock and never come back out. My hesitations come back full force and my entire body feels like it's stuck inside a sauna.

  “Is that us?” I squeak, hearing the moans and cries, the wetness of things moving and slapping together.

  “Fuck yes it is.” His voice is deep and I chance a glance down, seeing his cock twitch, his hand tighten against the counter of the island.

  “Oh God,” I whine. “We have to delete this. This is…”

  “Hot? So fucking hot.”

  I hear my pants, my moans, me begging for Lorenzo to fuck me harder and he does as our skin slaps loudly. The sounds evoke memories of the blacked out moments from last night and suddenly I remember him pounding into me from behind, slapping my ass and the sensation stirs something to life in me. I was never into pain during sex, but the sound of the hard slaps now have my fingernails digging half moons into my palm. I try and suppress my whimper but I can’t as one slips past my parted lips and I close my eyes.

  “Type,” Lorenzo commands, walking away from me as he reaches for his shorts on one of the chairs and slips them on.

  He leaves the tip of his cock above the waistband, the bead of precum leaking out onto the material. His eyes are dark behind his glasses as he challenges me, licking his lips and I relent, turning my laptop back toward me as I try and type everything I’m feeling.

  My cries of passion—

  “Tell me what you’re typing,” Lorenzo demands, bracing both of his hands against the kitchen island, his breathing coming on fast and hard as he watches me.

  “Why?” I whisper.

  “Because I need to hear the words come out of your mouth, Jenna. I need to hear them.”

  I’ve never heard his voice more on edge than it is right now, the shaking and wavering of the calm, cool and collected Lorenzo I know long gone.

  I nod silently, hovering my fingers over the keyboard as I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of our passion last night, our fucking.

  “My cries of passion echo off the walls, my pleas for him to go harder, to stop, unsure of what I actually want. Deep down, though, deep down I know what I want. I want him. I want him to claim every single inch of my body and soul, demand everything from my body as I willingly give it to him.”

  “Keep going,” Lorenzo pants, closing his eyes as he breathes through his nostrils.

  “‘F-fuck me harder, baby. Please,’ I beg, and he does. His pace picks up as the tip of his cock pushes boundaries inside me that I’m unsure I can ever recover from. I don’t care. He fucks me without abandonment, without holding back and I embrace the animal inside of him, wanting him to destroy my body so beautifully, it will never be the same again.” I don’t realize I’m panting until my head is fuzzy, my eyes roll to the side and I slam my hands on the counter next to my laptop, trying to catch my breath.

  In seconds, Lorenzo is there, grabbing the back of my neck and turning my head to the side as he envelops my mouth with his in the most barbaric kiss I’ve ever experienced. He plops me up on the island without hesitation and fists his thick cock in his hand, the veins in his forearm protruding out against his tan skin. He rolls up his t-shirt on my body, lifting it over my head and latches onto my nipple with no intention of ever coming off.

  “Lorenzo,” I gasp, fisting his brown hair in my grip, keeping him flush against my body as I rock my hips against his length.

  I feel him guide himself to my entrance and when the plump head of his cock slides inside of me, I whimper in response, wondering how I still need to adjust to his size after the amount of times he banged the shit out of me in the last twenty four hours. My nails dig into his scalp as he keeps me balanced on the island, one hand around my back the other against the counter. He pulls my body back and forth onto him as my lips slip against his forehead, my arms around his neck, holding on for the ride.

  He thrusts his hips forward as I thrust my own, riding him, slow and repetitive like a heartbeat. We move together like we've been doing it for years.

  He dips his head forward, in the crook of my breasts and arm and inhales as I blush, embarassed as fuck.

  “You...you smell so fucking good. Fuckkk,” he growls, lifting my arm and hungrily sucking on the inside of my bicep, higher and higher as he bites his way to my shoulder and then back down, leaving small purple bruises in his wake.

  “Lorenzo...I...I can’t…”

  “Your smell is like a fucking drug, Jenna. I can’t control myself. I can’t keep myself away.”

  And he doesn’t. He doesn’t let up for a second, not until I’m an incoherent mess and I don’t even know what language is dripping from my lips, then I feel him empty himself inside me. I cry out, thrusting my hips against him to milk every single shock wave I can before I collapse forward against him.

  “We have to stop doin’ that,” I whisper, finally getting my bearings back.

  “That’s not gonna fucking happen,” Lorenzo laughs, slowly pulling out of me as I wince.

  He grabs a towel from the bathroom, cleaning me up as he does the same for himself and pulls his shorts back up.

  “Not usin’ a condom. I know we both said we’re clean and I’m on the pill but still. We should...use somethin’.”

  Lorenzo nods, putting my unruly hair behind my ear and smiles.

  “That I can do. I thought you meant this,” he says, motioning between the two of us. “This is not stopping until we leave this cabin tomorrow night, by your request, not mine by the way.”

  He kisses my forehead and all of the sudden, the raw fuck we just had dissipates and in it’s lustful place is a warm feeling I was scared of the second I laid eyes on Lorenzo.

  Love.

  This is turning into love and I know without a doubt, I have to stop it. I have to let this die tomorrow night no matter how much I don’t want to and how much he will probably fight me on it.

  Chapter 8

  Lorenzo

  I fist my hands in Jenna’s hair as she rides me on the couch, knowing that we’re so damn close to finishing this story and every single time I’m inside her, we have a breakthrough. Lunch came and went and another 10,000 words did too after our breakfast bang on the kitchen island. The more times I’m inside her though, the more I want to make this longer than this weekend. I can sense her hesitations, but each time I take her, I feel her w
alls cracking just a little bit more. I have less than twenty four hours to crumble them to the ground and if I have to tear them down with my cock, so be it.

  She moans into my mouth, lifting her body and slamming it back down and I groan, loving when she takes charge. Something buzzes from the coffee table next to us and we freeze, forgetting about our connection to the outside world for a little while.

  She stills, looking over at her phone and we see Stacey’s name scroll across it.

  “Answer it,” I command, my voice deep and raw.

  “Enzo, I can’t,” she whines, gripping the top of my bare shoulder and digging her nails in.

  I smack her bare ass on top of me and furrow my brows at her.

  “Answer it.”

  She furrows her brows back, relenting as she reaches over to the nightstand, the angle of my cock inside her making us both hiss with satisfaction.

  “Sell it, Watson”

  “Shut up,” she whisper-yells, sliding her finger to answer as she tries to get off my lap, but I keep her still, twitching inside her.

  She squeezes her eyes shut, taking a deep breath before she answers the phone.

  “Stacey, hi!”

  “Jenna! How’s everything going? I hope you two are knee deep in the story.”

  I smile, gripping her hips hard as I thrust up into her, seeing her lips press together to suppress her moan.

  “W-we are...sooo deep…”

  I can hear the desperation in her voice, the control she has trying to snap but to anyone else, she seems unphased.

  “Well I’m expecting a summary and outline in the next few hours and I want you both to leave there tomorrow with the first draft ready for the proofreader.”

  “Mmm hmmm,” Jenna mumbles, slowly shifting in my lap, forward and back as I put my hands behind my head, watching her take exactly what she wants.

  “Another week or two and I want this with a release date within the next two months. Your editor is ready and waiting. You think we can we bang it out by then?”

  She drops her hand to my chest, digging her fingers in as she picks up her pace, grinding on top of me, her walls clenching, so damn close to letting go.