Cocky Delight: A Hero Club Novel

by Maria Macdonald

  Quickly, I take over the kiss, holding the back of her head and keeping our lips locked. My tongue enters her mouth and the mewl she produces makes me hard. I bite down on her bottom lip and groan as my fingers slip into her hair. Before we get too carried away, I rip my mouth from hers and watch as she falls forward slightly. I catch her and want to revel in the knowledge that I made her falter because she’s so consumed in me.

  “You better get in the office,” my voice is deep and raspy even to my own ears. And I know I won’t be able to get out of this cab yet. “Go inside, I have more work to take care of,” I order softly as I spot Chance looking at us from the window.

  “Oh, okay,” she whispers.

  “Hey,” I call as she starts getting out and she turns to look at me. “I’m coming over to see you tonight,” I tell her.

  “Tonight?” her voice perks up.

  “Yep, tonight,” I reply with a smirk.

  She rolls her eyes and slams the door, a small smile playing on her lips.

  It doesn’t take long, probably around three minutes of me sitting here with my head laid back against the headrest and my eyes closed, trying to get my body under control, before Chance gets in the passenger seat and slams the door.

  “Have you fucked her,” he questions immediately, his tone clearly unhappy.

  “Not yet,” I answer, keeping my eyes closed.

  “You intend to though?”

  I don’t answer him, he already knows the answer.

  “Are you going to fuck her up?”

  “I hope not,” I reply honestly.

  “You don’t want a relationship,” he tells me what he believes is the truth and I finally open my eyes, turning my head to look at my boss who also doubles as my best friend.

  “She doesn’t want a relationship, or at least she doesn’t think she does.”

  He watches me for a moment, his eyes working as he tries to figure out what’s going on. “So, what are you going to do?”

  “Oh, we’re having a relationship, she just doesn’t realize it yet,” I inform him, smirking.

  He grins back at me and shakes his head. “You like her?”

  I frown, “You have met her, right?”

  “You like her,” he states this time, a full out smile spreads across his face.

  “She’s funny as fuck without meaning to be, quick, and sassy,” I muse aloud. “She’s passionate and stubborn and loyal, and fucking magnificent to look at.” I scratch my chin, “Honestly, I don’t know why that Lance guy let her go, he’s obviously a full on dipshit.”

  “That’s one way to explain him, another would be a dark motherfucker,” Chance grinds out.

  “What do you mean,” I question, now on alert at his tone.

  “I’ve asked around. No one really likes the guy. The words asshole, arrogant and narcissistic have popped up more than once. He cared more about his job than anything else, even had an office at home.”

  “What is he, a fucking senator?”

  Chance chuckles, “Nope, he’s a director in a water filtration company.”

  “Jesus,” I shake my head with disdain.

  “With Nola he was biding his time, waiting for God knows what. He’s never done anything particularly bad to her as far as I know,” he breaks off and I understand what he’s not saying. That alone makes me grind my teeth together. “But he always treated her as disposable. Honestly, Nola is a strong chick, I think the only reason she put up with him was because she just didn’t care.” He pauses for a moment and it’s enough to set the hairs on the back of my neck to attention. “I’m more worried now she’s split up from him than I ever was before though. He keeps turning up at places she’s at, and now Aubrey’s worried. That’s enough for me to be concerned.”

  My hands tighten on the steering wheel while I carefully consider his words. Then I look through the window of the office and see her on the phone, smiling widely to whoever’s on the other end of the line. My stomach twists as I think about someone hurting her.

  “Well she has me now, whether she fucking wants me or not.” And I feel it deep in my gut. It’s not a promise, it’s a vow.

  Chapter Eight

  NOLA

  “You’re here,” I state as I open the door.

  Kato smirks and his chin dimple comes out, which of course means so do my nipples. Treacherous hussy nipples.

  “You look good,” he states, his gaze traveling over my red tank and matching loose cotton skirt that sits just above my knees. His eyes come back to me, “You also look happy to see me,” he continues, keeping his gaze locked to mine, meaning I have no idea if he’s seen the girls trying to poke his eyes out.

  I smile, “I am.” Weirdly it doesn’t scare me to admit that to him.

  “Good. So, can I come in?” he questions and I realize we’re still standing at the door.

  “Oh, for sure, come in,” I invite, stepping back and holding the door open for him. He breezes past me like he’s been here a million times and as he passes the shelf in the hallway – the one where Blanche sits happily, since she knocked every last ornament off it – he strokes her, and the damn cat sits and purrs for him.

  “What the actual fuck?” I complain, throwing my hands in the air and slamming the front door.

  Kato turns to me, a look of concern on his face. “What’s wrong?”

  “Her,” I say, pointing to the fluffy dickhead in front of him.

  He turns to look at the cat with a frown on his face, then he looks back at me. “The cat?” he asks, tilting his head slightly and looking at me like I’m crazier than he first suspected.

  “Don’t let the purring fool you,” I tell him wagging my finger, “that cat is the boss of hell. She hates me and everyone else, but you… nooooo,” I grumble, throwing my hands up, “you, she loves.” I cross my arms over my chest and blow my hair out of my eyes.

  Kato watches me for a beat, before bursting into laughter and I can’t stop the twitch of my lips at his hilarity and my possible insanity.

  “Does she think you’re big and bad?” he coos to Blanche and the jerk of a cat rubs her head against his hand as he holds it out for her. I roll my eyes and walk into the living room shaking my head and as I pass Blanche she extends her paw, hisses and tries to swipe me, making Kato laugh. I sit on the sofa and internally curse my cat.

  “Are you okay?” he says on a chuckle as he follows me, dropping onto the seat at my side. Kato slides his arm along the back of the sofa, and my neck tingles as he brushes against it, before turning slightly to face me. “You seem stressed, I can think of ways to help you relax,” he grins, and out comes the chin dimple.

  Fuck my life, that dimple is going to kill me.

  “I’m good, absolutely fine, perfect in fact,” I tell him snootily.

  “Perfect? Okay,” he smirks at me, and I can’t stop my lips as they spread into a grin. “That’s better.” Kato tenderly grasps my chin with his fingers and pulls me toward him until our mouths meet. The kiss begins as a soft hello, but it rapidly heats up until I bring myself back to the present when my own groan shocks me. I drag my lips away and watch him carefully as I try to catch my breath. Kato’s eyes tell me everything I’m feeling is replicated within him.

  He studies me for a moment before saying, “How about we watch something now?”

  I blink, then with a shake of my head I scramble for the remote. I hear him chuckle, but I choose to ignore it as I turn on the tv and pull up Netflix. “What do you want to watch?” I ask.

  “I’m good with anything,” he answers and I consider arguing with him, knowing he won’t be good with anything. Instead, I decide to test the theory.

  Five minutes later, he groans obnoxiously.

  “What?” I ask, suppressing a smile.

  “I don’t think I can sit through another five minutes of this. Sorry, gorgeous, but your taste in tv shows is shit.”

  I belt out a laugh and his eyes dance as he watches me. “Sorry,” I say, still giggli
ng slightly. “I don’t actually watch this, I just wanted to see how long you’d stay quiet.”

  Kato narrows his eyes, “Testing our friendship already, gorgeous? Ballsy, I like it.” Before I can reply, he grabs the remote, turns off the tv, then swiftly pushes me down on the sofa and rises up until he’s leaning over me.

  “I feel like a teenager,” I murmur.

  He raises an eyebrow. “Clearly I’m doing something wrong then. Let’s see if I can add a few years with something a little more X-rated.”

  Before I can reply and explain my meaning, about how he gives me butterflies, something I haven’t had for years, he slams his lips to mine in a punishing yet thrilling kiss. Possessive, hungry and passionate. Every kiss he gives me seems to be better than the last, but I refuse to let my mind wander to thoughts of what that means.

  This, right here, is enough. This is all I need.

  Kato pulls his lips away and kisses along my jawline. His mouth moves slowly as he curls his hand around my cheek, pushing his thumb between my lips. I nip him and then suck hard. He groans into my neck and it sends a tingle through my body. As his mouth moves around my neck to the column of my throat, he licks and sucks a line downwards until his face is hovering above my chest. His eyes glance back up to me. I wonder if he’s seeking my approval, but I only stare at him, giving nothing away. He doesn’t ask permission though. Instead, he pulls my top down, exposing my bra as my breasts strain to be released. He pulls his thumb from my mouth and his hands land on my breasts, popping each one from the constraint of the material. Then achingly slowly he massages them, one in each hand, his thumbs rubbing over the nipples.

  I moan, arching my head backward until I can’t go any further as his tongue circles my left nipple, sucking it into his mouth and gently biting it, before lashing it with his tongue again. Cool air hits the wetness as he blows gently on me and I feel my nipples pebble harder than they already were.

  “I bet I can make you come just by playing with your tits.”

  I mewl at his words and I feel wet heat rush between my legs.

  “Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he rumbles and it causes me to clench again. His mouth wraps around my other nipple as his fingers glide along my side, down to my hip where he gives me a squeeze before moving his mouth to my other breast. As he licks across the hardened nipple, his hand slips under my skirt and slides up my legs, finding its way to the top of my thigh and I know what he’ll find, what it will reveal.

  “You have no panties on,” he whispers, leaning down to my ear as I rasp out my stuttered breaths.

  That’s when I know I can’t deny it anymore. What I’ve been trying to hide from even myself. I want this man. I want him to fuck me.

  He moves his head away and I turn to look at him. Saying nothing, I watch him for a moment, then I bite down hard on my lower lip and whimper without meaning to.

  “Fuck! I wish you could see how spectacular you look right now. It’s even better than I imagined and trust me, Nola, my imagination is magnificent.”

  I lick my lips and his eyes heat. Without uttering another word, his hand moves toward my center and then he’s there, his finger slides down between my lips. He brings it up again and plays momentarily with my clit as I moan and purr like the damn cat. Kato plays me like he owns me. His mouth latches onto my nipple again, biting gently as he pushes a finger into my pussy. I cry out as an orgasm builds and then nothing else matters, only his hand, his mouth and my pleasure. It’s pure selfishness, but it’s all I can think of. He slides a second finger in, his mouth finds mine again and his tongue slips inside as his fingers work me. Suddenly he’s gone and another whimper, almost to the point of a sob, leaves my lips as his fingers pull out of me and his mouth latches on. Every emotion that I should have felt over the last few years, hits me, submerging my mind and body under a spell I never want to be free from.

  He owns my pussy, my mouth, my body. And fuck me he’s amazing at it. I knew he would be. I also know, before it’s even over, I’m already addicted to him.

  He growls deep into my pussy as he fucks me with his tongue, his fingers working my clit. It takes only moments and I’m coming apart. Rapture hits me, I could be heading to heaven right now, it sure feels like I’m already there.

  As my body heaves and I try to collect myself, Kato moves over me again, and his face glistens with my orgasm. I lean up and lick it off him as my hand cups him through his jeans.

  “Fuuuck,” he hisses. Then gently he pushes my hand away. I frown, confusion and sudden unease sliding through me. Kato shakes his head, “Trust me, you carry on palming my dick through my jeans and I will come, then I’ll feel like a teenager.”

  “But you-”

  He cuts me off, “This was about you. But, Nola, you are so damn sexy it’s hard to control myself. Especially when you lick yourself off my face and rub my dick.” He smiles and I return it smiling up at him. “There’ll be another time for me to fuck you. Trust me, watching you come was reward enough for me. That visual will run through my head on repeat tonight when I’m at home with my hand.” He winks, then crashes his mouth down onto mine again. I taste myself on his tongue and it’s not long before our make out session could quite easily move into the bedroom. Kato backs off slowly, his eyes look pained and I want to laugh, knowing it’s self-imposed. I’d fuck him senseless right now if I could. Having said that, the idea that this was all about me makes my heart flutter, and that should worry me, but for some reason it doesn’t.

  Kato stays until late, watching The Witcher and we’re quietly comfortable. That should worry me too, but again, it doesn’t.

  I wake up in my bed and manage to raise my arm before Satan scratches me, ordering her breakfast. Sitting up, I rub my eyes and allow my brain to filter through what played out last night. Kato was here. My cheeks heat and I push my legs together when I remember his mouth on me. Then we watched Netflix, then… nothing. I must have fallen asleep, which means he brought me in here. Quickly I glance around, checking for anything embarrassing. Grumbling, I slap my forehead when I see my rabbit vibrator on top of the bedside table.

  “Fantastic.”

  “Meow,” Blanche wails.

  “Okay!” I shout. “Fuck me,” I complain, dragging my ass out of bed and going to make her food.

  Ten minutes later, with a cup of coffee in my hand, I stare blankly at the tv. I can’t help thinking about last night and how I didn’t even try to stop him. Should I have? He asked if I wanted a relationship yesterday and I said no, does that mean he’s out there with other women? And would it be my fault if he were? Do I care? The problem is I have no answers to any of the questions, even the ones only I can answer.

  Chapter Nine

  NOLA

  “Bateman Landscaping,” I answer the phone on the second ring. My eyes hover over the email on the screen, but my attention snaps to the caller when she starts shouting down the phone line.

  “You still haven’t put that old house up for sale.” Bryony’s voice alerts me to the fact that she’s drunk.

  “How do you know where I work?” I hiss into the phone. No one is in the office, but still I feel violated and ashamed.

  “Oh you fink you is so speciaaall,” she slurs her words.

  “Maybe you should go and sleep it off,” I advise her.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Well noooo, I’m gonna come and sees you in a minutes.”

  The phone line goes dead and I really hope the drunken talk was just talk, and that she’s not going to turn up at my workplace soon, but I know better and so I do what I can. I prepare for an invasion of my bitchy, drunken sister.

  It doesn’t take as long as I figured it would, which can only mean she’s been close by all this time.

  The door bangs, making me cringe as she tumbles through it.

  “You can’t be here,” I tell her.

  “Why?” She throws her arms up in the air and the bottle she has in her hand sloshes as the liquor threatens to escap
e.

  “This is my workplace, Bryony.” I sigh, so sick of her shit.

  “Well bully for you, aren’t you lucky you havst thems jobs,” she whines sarcastically. “Me,” she shouts, throwing her arm out and dropping her beer bottle, “I have a body, but no jobies,” She’s still slurring and not making much sense, but I choose to ignore her as I reach down and pick up the bottle, before it spills onto the floor.

  “Hey, das mine,” she shouts, as I turn, march over to the kitchen and tip it down the sink.

  “You’ve had enough,” I tell her, anger creeping up my chest.

  “You don’t own me,” she giggles at herself. “You own my house, though. Sell it, bitch, I wans my monies,” she demands.

  I walk back to my desk and open my mouth to say God knows what, when the front door swings open and Kato waltzes through it.

  “Great,” I murmur under my breath.

  Bryony twists on wobbly legs and Kato reaches out to grab her before she falls down.

  “Well hellloooo,” she smiles goofily up at him.

  He grins down at her. “Hello to you, too,” he says adding a wink.

  “Encourage her why don’t you, fucking cum nugget,” I snap angrily at him.

  Kato looks at me, his eyebrows raised, then he smiles.

  “Ugh,” I bite out, slamming my palms down on my desk. I watch them, my anger building as Bryony hangs off Kato, her hand creeping up his chest, and he does nothing but continue to grin down at her indulgently.

  “Pretty sure you don’t want landscaping services, so what can Nola and I do for you?” he asks her.

  She strokes his face and he jerks back, it’s then I see the discomfort in his eyes. He’s trying to be polite, but she’s not making it easy.

  “Right,” I snap, striding over to them. I manhandle her off his body, “You, go away, I’ll talk to you when you’re sober, but I am not selling the house, or giving you a dime. Get used to it, shit for brains,” I storm, pushing her toward the door.