Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,44

ear. Like a switch, the quiet nerdy girl turned feral.

I liked sex. Enjoyed it. But it sometimes felt like I went through the motions, my brain never shutting off. She was gone. Nothing in my head now except need, like an animal set free. Primal and driven by desire, my hips dragged over him, causing a noise to vibrate in his chest, turning me on even more. I wanted him inside me. Claiming me. Breaking and devouring me. I no longer cared who he was meant for or if it was wrong.

I just wanted.

Reaching down for his briefs, he caught my hands, pinning them above my head with one hand. “No.” His free hand pushed up my tank, slightly below my breast, his fingers crept under the fabric, his palm cupping and rubbing over my nipple, pinching it, shooting desire straight to my core.

A loud groan came from my mouth as he trailed his fingers down to my shorts, dipping below the waist. “I wanted you to come in the bar in front of everyone… right on my fingers.”

A mix of desire and embarrassment at his directness, because I also wanted it. It only turned me on.

With a sweep, he shoved my underwear to the side, his fingers sliding through my folds. I was so wet and ready for him he moaned as he slid easily into me. “Oh fuck, Kins, you feel so good.”

I bucked against him. Two fingers dove deeper inside, dragging out, hitting ever nerve. I lost all sense of time or awareness as he pumped into me, adding another digit.

“Shit, Nettles,” he hissed. “So wet and tight… I want to fuck you so bad. To be deep inside you.”

“Yes.” I wanted that too. Painfully so. I had never felt like this before. How did this feel a million times more intense than full sex with Ethan? “Please…” I begged.

His jaw grit together, agony slicing his face, but his actions became even more determined. He rolled and rubbed against me as his hand moved faster with skill that ripped the air from my lungs.

“Oh god! Smith… please!” His thumb rubbed over my core, and I became desperate as I felt my climax rushing to the ledge.

He gripped my hair, yanking my head back, his mouth nipping at mine, but he still didn’t kiss me.

We were frantic, needy, moving together.

“Shit, Kins,” he growled, curling his fingers, striking so deep I cried out his name, feeling the rush flooding me. His fingers pinched down on my clit, exploding the world around me, my climax shredding through me like a hurricane, lifting my body like I was possessed, clenching around him. He didn’t let up sparking more sensations through me until my body collapsed, heaving for oxygen.

He pulled his hand away, putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking me off them. “You taste so fucking good.” He grunted, looking almost angry.

I stared at him, my muscles trembling, trying to catch my breath. His gaze tracked down my body, his head shaking.

“Fuck,” he whispered, like he just realized what he did. “This shouldn’t have happened… You are the last thing I need or want right now. Especially you of all people…”

“What?” I still grappled for air, my high dipping. “What does that mean?”

He shoved back off me, his cock so hard and thick I could see it throbbing against the soft cotton.

“I don’t want Kasey… and I can’t have you. I’m trapped,” he snarled, running a hand through his hair, blowing out in exasperation. “This can’t happen again. I am not a good man. I’m fucked up… You need to hate me.” In a blink, he jumped off the bed and was gone, Goat whimpering at his sudden exit.

My nerves and skin were still tingling with bliss as my stomach pitched in a nosedive.

What the hell just happened?

Confusion at the roller coaster this night had been, the pleasure coursing through my veins flipped into pure anger, sobering me up.

This shouldn’t have happened. You are the last thing I need or want right now. Especially you…

Humiliation turned my blood icy hot.

He wanted me to hate him?

Done.

Chapter 14

Smith

Hell. I was in it. Some level of Dante’s inferno, mostly of my own doing. What was even more disturbing was I free to leave at any time…

And I didn’t.

Staring out the window watching the landscape roll past the window, nothing took my attention away from the tension in the car emanating from the driver’s seat.

Two days. The entire state of Texas had been like