Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,28

have every right to screw him sober, drunk, or the entire party. You’re the one not supposed to be here.”

Shit, did I understand that. But not for the reasons she was thinking.

“You really wanted to fuck that guy?” I motioned behind me. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have woken up gnawing your arm off, hating yourself for it.”

“That’s my choice, not yours.”

“If you’re gonna fuck someone, pick one who would at least know what he’s doing.” My voice rose, stepping into her space.

“How do you know he wouldn’t?” she yelled back.

“Please,” I scoffed. “That guy probably learned to jack off in a sock. I can guarantee he wouldn’t know how to please you… make you lose your mind.” My voice went low, my physique leaning into her space. She sucked in, her pupils dilating. What the hell are you doing? Back away from her. “You would have faked an orgasm to make him feel better, then walked away dissatisfied, wondering if something was wrong with you, because no man so far has been able to satisfy you. Am I right? Bet you wonder if sex is everything people make it out to be since so far it’s been pretty vanilla. Those guys you screwed before? They were all children and only cared about their own gratification, certainly not yours.”

Her breath hitched, color flushing up her neck, her jaw setting.

Bull’s-eye.

There was no doubt I hit the mark, which made me wonder about previous boyfriends. The sudden urge to track them down and kick the shit out of them vibrated my muscles.

“Fuck you,” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to do that for your future boyfriends. You’d only compare, and they’d come up short every time.”

Her lips rolled, and her palm slammed into my torso, trying to move me. I stepped away to let her pass, but she didn’t stomp away like I thought. Kinsley wasn’t the type to back down. Ever.

She challenged, fought, and stood her ground, even when she was losing. She always had.

At one time it used to piss me off. Now?

My teeth crunched together, stopping my brain from finishing the thought. I didn’t want to accept the answer. No. You cannot think of her like that. But my body did not seem to care.

“You don’t know me. And you certainly don’t control me or tell me what to do.” She stepped up to me, rising on her toes, making my lungs falter at her sudden proximity, the sensual confidence sliding over her figure. “Or who I can fuck.” She emphasized the last word like a taunt, sounding so raw and primal.

Holy hell. I inhaled through my nose. My dick screamed out, “Me! Pick me!” as it pushed against my jeans.

She curved one eyebrow, sensing her win as she shoved past me, heading for the bathroom, Goat trotting next to her.

Taking slow, methodical breaths, I tried to calm myself down, then it hit me. My cheek twitched with a smirk. She may be mad at me, but she didn’t go running back to the asswipe, indicating deep down she agreed with me. He was not worth waking up and hating herself over.

And you think you are?

I rubbed my forehead, ambling to the van to grab my blanket, stretching it on the ground and lying down. I tried to shut out the music and voices from the party with my arms behind my head, staring through the trees to the sky. I tried not to think about how easily I walked away from the cute girl who invited me back to her cabin, or the pride I felt that Kinsley wasn’t going back to the kid.

My head tilted, and I glanced at the bathroom door, Goat still sitting outside it, waiting for her.

“Goat!” I whistled. “Come here, boy.”

He sat up, hearing me, his attention flicking from the door to me, but he didn’t leave. She was his person, and I liked how protective and loyal he was of her.

I shut my eyes, the alcohol sinking me down quickly.

A whine bolted my lids up. Peering down at my watch, I saw more than thirty minutes had passed. Shit. I must have drifted off.

Goat whined again, his paw scratching at the bathroom door. I rolled over, fear coiling in my stomach. She was still in there?

I jumped up, jogging to the restroom.

“Hey, boy.” I rubbed his head. “It’s okay.” I threw open the door, charging in.

“Kinsley?” I called out. No response. “Kinsley!”

A groan came from the last stall, causing me to move toward it.

“Hey?”