Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,30

siren. My muscles contracted, about to move… to do something beyond stupid… when she suddenly exhaled and rolled over, breaking our contact.

Oxygen sucked into my lungs as my cock pulsed and my heart pounded.

What the hell was I about to do? One move and I could have ruined everything. My life was complicated enough, nothing she should be part of.

If she knew the truth…

I rested back, my fingers pinching my forehead.

My dick continued to throb. I could go back and find that girl… But I knew I wouldn’t. She wasn’t what I wanted.

Waiting until I figured Kinsley was asleep, I wrapped my hand around myself, needing a release. Images of her in the towel, sleeping in her tiny panties, and getting into my face had my hand working harder.

Being the very asshole I warned her about tonight.

Chapter 11

Kinsley

“You okay?” Smith took a drink of water, looking over at me from the passenger side.

“Fine,” I clipped, shifting in the seat, my butt aching along with my head. We crossed the border hours earlier into New Mexico, getting me on my original plan to follow Route 66 cross country.

Smith and I had been mostly silent since we got up, only speaking when necessary. Strain weeded the air like vines cutting into the harshness of the daylight, adding to my headache.

“Sure. Especially since when a woman says she’s fine, she means it.” He huffed, shaking his head as he looked out the window, the dry high desert landscape rolling by. I figured that would be the end of the discussion, like it ended earlier, but he whipped his head back to me. “Are you seriously mad at me because you didn’t get to fuck that guy?”

I sucked in, blinking in surprise at his bluntness. I was upset he tried to control me and my decisions, but if I were being totally honest with myself, he did me a favor. In the daylight, I was not sure I would have been too happy with myself. Not that I didn’t need a one-night stand, but I hadn’t been going after Marcus because he was who I wanted.

My entire problem was sitting to my right.

Last night I had thought everything was going the way I wanted, flirting with a cute boy. Though the one time he tried to kiss me was sloppy, turning me off, but I didn’t back down. I kept telling myself it was because I just needed one night of sex with someone I’d never see again, denying how many times I turned to see if Smith was watching. A surge of rage burned up the back of my throat when I saw the girl rubbing up against him and leaning into him, her hungry smile and eyes telling me all I needed to know. I acted without thought, driving my legs over to him; the need to tear her away from him vibrated every muscle. I’m doing it for Kasey. She’d want me to keep the girls off him…

I had no right, no say in what he did, my mouth empty of a reason. When I asked him to watch Goat, I hadn’t even meant it, but I couldn’t deny the need to see a reaction from him. To push him. And get her far away.

I was a very strong independent woman, but when he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me off… shit. The desire I was hoping to feel for Marcus flared up with a vengeance for someone it shouldn’t.

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

Tequila was the fight-or-fuck drink. The problem was I had wanted to do both. Only, more so when he carried me out of the bathroom and put me to bed.

I knew if he had just touched me, I would have attacked him. Ruining everything. I couldn’t have Smith. It was the one thing my head understood, but the rest of me didn’t care.

My body tensed, and I tried to shove the memory into a box, but it wouldn’t fit, springing out every time he breathed or moved. The reflection of his soft moan, the sound of wet skin as he worked himself in the dark, my eyes watching through my lashes pretending to be asleep.

Was he wishing he stayed with the other girl? Thinking about his ex?

I couldn’t look away, tranced by the silhouette of his arm moving up and down in quick strokes. My core throbbed, dripping with need and