Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,53
that night. Best sex of my life.” My sister’s words chirped in my ear.
“What?” His husky timbre dragged roughly over my skin.
My mouth opened, but no words tumbled out.
“Say it.” He moved in even closer, his body bumping against mine.
“You slept with my sister.” My cheeks burned with the blatant statement, knowing my jealousy was showing.
“Once,” he rumbled. “Nine years ago. Not at all rememberable, and I knew right after I shouldn’t have.”
Ouch. Kasey still thought of that as the best night she’d ever had.
“Doesn’t matter.” I swallowed, his nearness making my voice wispy. “She’s my sister.”
“If you feel that way, then why do you care, Kinsley?” He inched closer, his tone challenging, like he was trying to make me admit something. “Why does it matter if I slept with her or dozens of other women? Because I have.”
“Good for you. Want a medal?” Fury bust out of my mouth, grounding my features in a scowl.
“I want to know why you care.”
“I don’t.”
His fingers gripped my chin roughly, sliding back into my hair. “Lie.” His grasp parted my mouth, a violent throb running down my torso to my thighs.
“I thought you were neither jealous nor cared who I fucked.” The last word plunged through my body, forcing me to crush my teeth together.
“I don’t.”
“Trying to lie to me or yourself?”
“Fuck you,” I seethed, trying to yank my head from his hold, but he dug in harder, sparking pain and pleasure like fireworks.
“Finally… something true,” he rumbled, tipping my head back, his physique pressed into mine. “Tell me why my being with your sister a million years ago bothers you?”
“It doe—”
“No.” He sensed the excuse spitting from my tongue. “Tell me.”
I snarled at him. “I hate you.”
He chucked darkly. “The fact I feel your nipples rubbing against me tells me different… and I can guarantee if I slipped my fingers under this dress…” The tips brushed at the hem, ghosting my thigh. “I’d find you so fucking wet.” His fingers tugged on the fabric. “Should I test my theory, Kins? Are you dripping?”
Every word only made me more so, while also sprouting anger from me, flaring my nose. My rage seemed to encourage him, his hand moving down to my throat, wrapping around my neck.
“Why, Kinsley?” His thumb ran up, pushing against my pulse. It hammered against his skin, sweat trickling down my back.
“Because…” I couldn’t stop myself from curving into him. “She’s my sister.”
“And if I slept with her.” His mouth barely a breath from mine. “Then I can’t sleep with you.”
Bull’s-eye. The arrow of truth punctured my chest.
A slow smirk hitched the side of his mouth, knowing he hit the target. “Did I get it right, Baby K?” He knew he did. He just wanted me to say it, and using that pet name only infuriated me more.
I lifted my chin, sawing my jaw together, glaring at him.
“If it makes you feel better, I wouldn’t sleep with you.” He growled, clutching down harder. I couldn’t fight the disappointment. The rejection humiliating me.
“Let go of me,” I snarled. “Now.”
He dropped his hand, and I started to move toward the dance floor.
“Where are you going?”
“Looking for a douchebag who will.”
“Kinsley.” My name rumbled like a tremor, warning of a big earthquake coming. I ignored him, my sight set on a group of men hovering by the stage. Young, drunk, and sadly, I wasn’t interested in any of them, but it no longer mattered.
“Kinsley!” Smith’s voice bit into my ear, his fingers wrapping around my elbow, getting the group of guys’ notice. I smiled coyly at them, not really caring which one. Shaking his grip, I waved at the one who called me hot earlier, the blond guy, his lust-filled eyes still raking over me with blatant interest. “I swear I will…”
“What?” I flipped to Smith, my arms flying out. “What will you do?”
He sucked in through his nose, saying nothing.
“Exactly. Nothing. You made your position clear. I am young, single, and have every right to sleep with whomever I want. All of them if I decided. You are not my brother, my dad, or my bodyguard. Go back to the bar and play with the women there adding to your hundreds if not thousands. Let me have the fun you supposedly think I should be having.” I whipped back around, heading for a guy who looked like I’d find more interesting conversation with a lamppost.
“Not with any one of them.” Smith clutched my arm again, yanking me back to him.
“Not one.