Cocky Delight: A Hero Club Novel

by Maria Macdonald

  Kato, wisely says nothing, only opening the door and holding it so I can drag her outside.

  “Go,” I order when we’re outside. “Otherwise, I will call the cops,” I threaten.

  I feel Kato as he follows me, standing close to my back.

  Bryony’s eyes move between the two of us, assessing, then narrowing.

  I can see Matt and Craig at the beach gym and they’ve stopped what they’re doing, watching me instead. Great, just what I need, an audience.

  “I should have known,” Bryony complains, suddenly pronouncing her words properly and sounding a lot less inebriated. Her eyes flick between me and Kato again, “You get everything.”

  I sigh, not really knowing how to respond this time, when Kato moves to stand next to me. I look from my sister, over to Craig and Matt, who are still watching, then up to Kato, before I look forward again and over my sister’s shoulder. That’s when I see another person I really don’t want to… Lance.

  “Did I do something bad today?” I grouch, looking up at the sky.

  Lance steps up next to Bryony and pins his angry eyes on me. Matt and Craig take a few steps forward as I notice Chance’s truck pull up. His door slams and he joins the huddle.

  “Anyone else nauseous… no? Just me?” I say, looking around at the misfit group before me.

  No one smiles, no one speaks. An ominous feeling wraps around me and I start to giggle. Everyone stares at me and I pull my lips in between my teeth, trying to stop the laughter.

  “So, this is your sister?” Chance questions and I nod, still suppressing my laughter.

  “Hey,” she says, holding her hand out as her eyes light up.

  “He’s married,” I tell her, my joviality suddenly disappearing.

  Her arm slaps back down to her side. “I want my money,” she snaps.

  Lance looks over at her, a frown on his face, before he turns back to me. “We need to talk,” he tells me, his eyes narrowing on Kato then me.

  I open my mouth to speak as Kato’s arm slides around my shoulder. “She has nothing to say to you,” Kato tells him.

  I attempt to speak for a second time when Bryony interrupts, “You need to sell that damn house-”

  “I told her that,” Lance comments, looking down at my sister.

  “Oh… hey, Lance, I didn’t notice you there,” she flutters her eyelashes and I roll my eyes.

  Matt and Craig take a step away, understanding this isn’t the big drama they obviously thought it was and I breathe a little easier now it’s only the five of us, although at this point that’s four too many people for my liking.

  “Who are you?” Kato questions Lance.

  “I’m her boyfriend,” he shoots back and I feel Kato’s arm convulse around my shoulder.

  “I don’t think so,” Kato states calmly.

  “Oh, you don’t?” Lance retorts, “And why’s that?”

  “Because I’m her boyfriend.” His answer makes me freeze under his arm. I feel his fingers squeeze my shoulder, but I can’t move.

  “Of course you are,” Bryony spits, “like I said, she gets everything.” She looks back up to Lance and I wonder if he’s just another thing she wanted that was mine. Then again, she’s always been a bitch, ever since we hit junior high.

  “Right!” I practically shout, clapping my hands together at the same time. “You two,” I say, pointing between Lance and Bryony, “why don’t you both leave together. Go on, I give you my blessing.” I wave my arms away from me.

  Bryony rolls her eyes. “Like I need your blessing.” She looks up at Lance and something passes between them before she turns back to me. “This isn’t over,” she tells me, then she stalks away, a lot steadier than she was fifteen minutes ago in my office.

  “We still need to talk,” Lance tells me.

  “No, you don’t,” Kato reminds him.

  Lance looks down at me with disgust in his eyes, “We broke up a few days ago and you’re already fucking someone else, or did it happen when we were still together?”

  “Watch your mouth,” Chance steps in now as Kato turns to stone next to me.

  “We’ve been split up for weeks, Lance,” I hiss out, “but even if we weren’t, we haven’t been together for months, not really. You know it’s the truth,” I implore. “You don’t love me, and I don’t love you, we haven’t been in love for years,” I say, my voice quieter now. It’s the same thing I’ve been saying to him every time he’s called or ran into me in the store, but it doesn’t seem to be sinking in.

  Lance shakes his head at me, his lips are pursed and I know he wants to say more, but as he eyes Chance and Kato, he obviously decides it’s not in his best interests, so he too stalks away.

  “And then there were two,” I snap, shaking Kato’s arm from me. “You… have a garden to quote in…” I look down at my watch, “…twenty minutes, so go,” I order Chance, whose lips twitch, but he looks at Kato, lifts his chin and walks back to his truck. I spin around to Kato, “And you… go find somewhere else to be,” I grind out, poking my finger in his chest.

  His eyes widen. “What the fuck did I do now?” he questions, clearly confused.

  I walk back into the office and he follows me, locking the door behind him and dropping the only blind I didn’t close to block out the sun today. I frown at his action.

  “I don’t want anyone watching us argue, and I assume that’s what this is,” he states matter of factly, sitting his ass on Chance’s desk and crossing his arms. I swallow my need which flames to life as I take in his biceps, and instead I sit on the edge of my own desk, mirroring his stance.

  “You don’t get to insert yourself into my business and tell people you’re my boyfriend.”

  He smirks, actually smirks. Cocky, arrogant SOB.

  “I do when that clown is clearly wanting to fuck with you.”

  “What? Nobody gets to fuck with me except you, right?” I snarl.

  He stands and prowls toward me. Grabbing my upper arm, he pulls me up so I’m standing with only an inch between us.

  “I don’t share,” his voice is low and anger is clear in his eyes.

  An ache rolls through me and I want to shout at my stupid body to stop overruling my head.

  “Well, maybe you don’t need to worry anymore. Maybe what we have is over with anyway,” I state, turning away from him and sucking in air as I try to calm myself.

  “Don’t move,” he commands as he steps forward and presses himself against my back. I feel his body heat and even though he hasn’t touched me yet, I squirm as desire runs rampant through me. His hand reaches under my dress. “I said don’t move,” he whispers into my ear, then slaps my ass. I gasp and press my legs together.

  I’m panting, desperate for his touch and after what feels like forever, his lips caress the back of my neck as he alternately kisses and licks across my neck and shoulders. While still kissing me, he unzips my dress and pulls it off, letting it pool on the floor. One hand grabs my breast and squeezes it hard through my bra, it’s bordering on painful, but it only causes a rush of wetness between my legs. Bringing his other hand up he pushes both of my bra cups down to expose my breasts. Then, without lifting his lips from my skin, he travels along my spine apportioning attention to every inch of my back as he moves down my body. Kato’s hands roam to my stomach, then his fingertips travel downward, gently creating goose bumps in their wake.

  I feel him lower to his knees as his mouth reaches my butt. He bites into the apple of my right cheek then my left. At the same time two long fingers find their way under my panties and inside my folds, pushing deep into my pussy. I release a long moan and my legs wobble with the pleasure building inside me.

  “Bend over, put your hands on the desk,” he orders and I do what he says without thinking. He pulls my panties down my legs and I feel myself open and exposed to him, yet I don’t have it in me to care. Maybe I should care, maybe I should tell him to go to hell, but I want his mouth on me. I need it. He pushes two fingers
inside me again and I want to shout hurrah to the sex Gods. “Now, let’s see if I can make you cream all over the floor, like we discussed,” he growls and my pussy clenches around his fingers. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

  “Cocky,” I squeak the word out as he adds a third finger.

  “I told you, Nola, I’m a delight. You’ll see,” he rumbles as his mouth latches onto my ass cheek again, biting me hard. I gasp, and he laves his tongue over what I’m sure will be a bite mark. His tongue continues moving across my skin. He kisses my butt cheek and moves inward with purpose.

  Then his tongue is there, running around the ring of my anus, prodding at my hole with the tip, but he doesn’t break the barrier as I groan, pleasure pulsing through me. Instead he moves down lower, letting his tongue glide over my perineum, before he pulls his fingers out of me with a suctioned slurping noise and replaces them with his mouth. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his tongue tortures me in the best way. And as he’s eating my pussy, his finger moves to my anus and while still coated with my juices, he pushes it past my untouched barrier and into my butt. I bite down on my lower lip when I feel his knuckle slam against me.

  “Oh God,” I cry.

  He chuckles and the vibration tingles, rippling through my body. It causes an explosion so hard I think I’m going to die.

  But what a sweet death.

  As my sight returns and my breathing starts to even out, Kato stands up and spins me around. My juices cover his face, so I lean up and lick his chin. “Mmm,” I murmur.

  Kato’s jaw locks and he growls, “Lay your sweet ass on that desk and spread your fucking legs.”

  I do exactly as I’m told, eagerly awaiting his next move.

  “Are you covered if I don’t use protection?” he questions and I nod. “I’m clean,” he tells me and all I can do is nod again.

  I’m spread before him, open and vulnerable and right in this moment I don’t give one shit. I can’t think past his dick being inside me and I need that more than I need my next breath.

  He leans over my body and pushes a single finger inside, moving back and forth a few times, making me moan with unfiltered need. Pulling the finger out, he pushes it into my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he orders and I do. I suck hard and moan again. “Fuck,” he grinds out before slamming hard into me.

  His dick is buried to the hilt, obliterating the imaginary barriers I’ve erected as he fills me so completely that I can feel him everywhere. He pulls his finger from my mouth as he starts moving in and out of me, gently at first, but as his hand slips down to cover my throat, he speeds up.

  Kato’s fingers tighten around my neck and I cry out both in pleasure and from the pain. It spurs him on and he fucks me, hard, fast and unfiltered, there are no holds barred and I love it. His face is taught and his eyes feral as he simply owns me in this moment.

  “Get yourself there, now,” he demands, so I reach down and play with my clit.

  His eyes move from my face to between our bodies and he watches me playing with myself.

  Him watching me is enough to tip me over the edge for the second time and I cry out a jumble of indecipherable words and sounds. Feeling my pussy contract around him, Kato groans. His face looks beautiful as ecstasy washes over him and he slumps forward, pushing hard until he’s buried fully inside me. Then he drops, so he’s half lying on me and half on the desk. Most of the paperwork is now on the floor.

  “As you know, I’m going away on a landscaping job for the week. When I come back at the weekend, I want a re-run of that,” he orders, then he gets up, slips his clothes back on and leaves the office, and me lying on the desk. I’m thoroughly fucked, but I’m not sure if I want to scream with anger or purr with pleasure.

  Chapter Ten

  NOLA

  “Nola, I’m here,” Aubrey calls through my front window, which is open because it’s like the seventh circle of hell today. I glance over to Blanche, who is sleeping on the window ledge with the sun beaming down on her. Clearly the heat doesn’t bother the demon cat.

  “Coming,” I call, quickly getting up and making my way to the front door. When I open it, she’s standing there with a bunch of baking tools.

  “Oh my gosh, when I said I couldn’t find my measuring cups and asked if you had any, I didn’t mean for you to empty your cupboards of all your baking implements!”

  Blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes, Aubrey shoves a few items into my open hands. “Ugh, I never bake, I was going to throw them out, this way they’ll get some use,” she tells me.

  I walk into the kitchen and Aubrey follows me. She dumps the items she’s holding onto my kitchen table and I copy her.

  “Did you know Bread Pitt is closing?” Aubrey asks me and I turn to face her.

  “Really?” I reply, sucking in a breath. Then I shake my head, remembering I don’t have the money to buy it.

  “Yeah,” she replies, taking a seat. She dumps her shoulder bag on the table and delves into it. “Here, I brought cookies with me, they’re nowhere near as good as yours though.”

  My eyes light up. “Mmm, have I told you lately how much I love you?” I coo.

  She rolls her eyes but giggles at me. “Anyway, the bakery,” she reminds me, opening the pack of mixed cookies.

  I sit opposite her and rest my chin in my hands. “It doesn’t matter, I can’t buy it.”

  “But baking is something you love,” her words are soft, “if its money, Chance and I might be able to help you.”

  “No!” I state, a little more forcefully than I mean to. I sit up straight. “Sorry,” I sigh the word out as my shoulders slump again, “it’s just if I’m going to do this, I need to be the one to do it, on my own.”

  “So, you are going to do it then?” she questions, her eyes bright with excitement on my behalf.

  I shake my head, “I don’t know. I want to, but I don’t have the money to buy the business.”

  “How do you know?” she fires back.

  I look at her quizzically. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you haven’t spoken to the Walters yet, they’re old and have had enough, they might be willing to sell for a decent price. I mean, right now they’re not selling, they’re closing. That tells you a lot… don’t you think?” she urges, the excitement coming back into her tone.

  “I guess it can’t hurt to go have a chat with them,” I reply with a shrug.

  “Thatta girl,” Aubrey singsongs, doing a little dance and I roll my eyes.

  “So, hurry up and make me a drink. Then we can get down to the real gossip,” she orders.

  “Coffee?” I ask, ignoring her statement.

  “What time is it?” she queries.

  “Just after ten am,” I reply.

  She heaves out a sigh, “I guess it’s too early for anything else.”

  With a smirk and a shake of my head, I quickly make us both a coffee, trying not to let my thoughts wander away from me.

  “So, how’s work been?” she asks, while blowing onto her coffee, trying to cool it.

  I take a sip of mine and it burns my mouth. “Holy mother of…” I break off when I see Aubrey grinning at me. “Don’t say a word,” I order, putting my coffee down on the table.

  “So, work,” she prompts as she picks up a cookie and takes a bite.

  “Well, I made it to Friday without hitting anyone with a chair so… winning!” I reply, throwing my arms up and doing jazz hands.

  “And Kato?” she encourages, her face animated waiting for my reply.

  “He drives me crazy,” I answer, picking a cookie from the box and eyeing it suspiciously.

  “He’s gorgeous, and clearly into you if I believe what Chance has been telling me.”

  “I fell asleep with my bra on last night. With. It. On. I never wear my bra to bed, but I totally forgot to take it off. That is what this guy has done to my brain. You don’t sleep with these babies restricted. I didn’t get to release the Kraken.”

  “Oh God, will y
ou stop referring to your breasts like that, please,” Aubrey begs.

  I ignore her. “I can’t help it, I worry about my breasts. Nighttime is the only time it’s acceptable for me to whip my bra off, I relish nighttime,” I tell her and she pinches her nose with frustration. “I can’t take my bra off in the daytime, I mean have you seen those slow mo videos where something smacks the person in the face?” I question. “In real life that shit is not slow and it’s painful,” I state, shaking my head.

  “Nola, your breasts aren’t going to hit you in the face. Jesus, they’re not hanging around your belly button,” she replies, but I can see the grin she’s now trying to hide.

  “Give it a few more years, Aubrey...” I purse my lips and nod my head knowingly. “A few more years and I’ll need a hand basket to hold them in while I go to the grocery store.” I stand and pretend like I’m at the store, motioning with my hands as I talk. “The kind clerk will ask me if that’s all I need, attempting to rip my basket from my hands. Bread, milk and breasts please. Nipples already attached,” I explain to her, slumping down in my chair and nibbling on a cookie.

  Laughter rumbles from Aubrey’s mouth, I scrunch my nose at her and make a face.

  “First of all, tell me which store you’re going to where the clerk is that polite and helpful,” she questions through her continuous laughter. I throw my cookie at her head. I wouldn’t normally waste a cookie, but this one is oatmeal raisin.

  After she finally calms down and wipes away a stray tear, she becomes serious. “You stayed with Lance for years and he was a douche, why not give Kato a try?”

  I shake my head, “Firstly,” I strike one of my fingers, “I need a nice, careful, normal guy. Secondly,” I hit another finger, “he’s only playing with me, trying to annoy me and use me for sex, I’m sure of that.”

  “So, you have had sex with him then?” she asks, leaning toward me clearly awaiting details she’s not going to get.

  I rest my chin in my hands again and can’t help the wistful look I’m sure covers my face. “You don’t have sex with Kato, he has sex with you,” I reply, clenching my thighs.