Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,24
our bonfire by the river. Bring alcohol. I mean, if you want to.”
“Okay,” I replied, my head bobbing. I needed a little fun and deserved to meet cute boys. Just because Mr. SB crashed my holiday, I wasn’t going to let him curb my fun. Like he was constantly telling me, I needed to live and let loose. “That would be fun.” I grinned at my new friend.
“Great,” the guy replied happily. “We’re over there.” He pointed to a big fire down by the river, a dozen figures moved around, laughing and chatting by the fire, music streaming up to us.
“Okay, let me change and I’ll head over.”
“Cool.” He nodded, the huge smile not leaving his face. “Sorry, I’m already failing at being a gentleman. What was your name?”
“Kinsley.”
“Pretty name for a gorgeous woman.”
A derisive snort came from the side, causing my eyes to dart to Smith. He shook his head, patting Goat, muttering something under his breath.
“Thank you.” I glared at Smith, then turned back to the new guy. “And yours?”
“Marcus.” He treaded backward. “Hope to see you over there, Kinsley.” He watched me, then turned and jogged back to his group.
Not wanting to hear a peep from Smith, I strode past him, opening the back door of the van.
“You’re seriously going over there?” Smith was next to me, his shoulders puffed out, his arms folded.
“Yeah, why not?” I grabbed a pair of jeans from my bag. “Sounds fun.”
“Because…” He huffed, his feet shuffling like he was searching for words. “That guy only wants to get into your pants.”
“So?” I dug deeper, looking for my hairbrush.
“What do you mean, so?” His arms dropped, his head tilting. “You don’t care he will spend the evening trying to get you drunk so you will sleep with him?”
“Nope.” I grabbed my face wash and mascara. I wasn’t big on makeup but thought a spritz of vanilla spray and mascara would aid the “sweaty-camping” look. “He’s cute.”
“Kinsley,” Smith growled.
“What?” I shrugged, turning to the campground bathroom. “Aren’t you the one telling me to live in the moment? Be spontaneous and have fun?”
“Jesus, that backfired on me,” he muttered so low I thought I imagined it.
“And…” I paused at the women’s restroom, the handle in my hand. “How do you know I won’t be doing the same to him?” I grinned at Smith before stepping through the door, feeling pleased at my exit, protected by the symbol on the door keeping him out.
Screw him and his cancerous mood.
Should have known Smith would have no line of decorum.
The door swung back, hitting the wall as he stomped in.
“What are you doing?” I stared at him in the mirror.
He blinked at me as if he had no answer, wondering the same thing. “Are you preening for this guy? He’s barely out of diapers. This douche doesn’t care about anything more than you having tits.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I have a pair, huh?” I whipped around, glaring at him. “And he’s around my age. But since you think I’m a baby too, I don’t see the problem. Oh, did I not ask for Daddy’s permission to go play with my friends?”
“Don’t ever call me that.” He gritted through his teeth, his hand rolling up.
“Then stop acting like one. Even my own brother doesn’t give me this much degree.”
Smith stepped into my space, his body looming over mine, fury flaming his eyes. “Maybe he should.”
“Fuck off.” I tipped my head back, not backing down. “You are not my dad or my big brother; you don’t control me,” I seethed. “Stay home, Grandpa. I’m fine going on my own.”
“You are not going to hang out with a group of guys you don’t know. By. Your. Self.” His chest pushed into mine, the heat of his skin absorbing into me. He glowered down at me, his jaw twitching. I held his gaze, snarling back at him, but in a blink the moment flipped. The fusion of rage and lust slid down my breasts, past my stomach, planting itself between my thighs.
Our faces only inches apart, sweat tickled the back of my neck, my body acting without my permission, curving slightly into his. He sucked in. My nails dug into the counter when I felt him through his shorts.
Holy shit. Hard and freakin’ huge, his cock pressed into my hip. I froze, not wanting to show any reaction, but my chest moved in and out, my skin flushing with desire.
His gaze dropped, locking on my mouth. The need to kiss