Bastard

By Coco Cadence

 I'm a dirty bastard.

I bang girls to forget about her.
She's the girl I'm not supposed to want … She hates me for what I've done.
I ruined her life.
Now I'm a Motocross racer. A winner. A player. A bastard.
But being a bastard comes with bad press.
Lucky for me Emily is a PR agent.
When she comes to work for me, I'll make her remember why she once wanted me too.
She can't say no … she needs me to keep her job.
One way or another, she will be mine again.


Standalone HEA Romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Coco Cadence
• Release date: Nov 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781386542902

Book preview

Chapter 1

Chris

C’mon, baby, show me what you got.

I groan when she grabs my dick right through my pants. She bites her lip so seductively; fuck, I just want to fuck her right now. I don’t have much time, so I better make it a quickie. That won’t be a problem, though, because I’ve been ready to burst for days. I really need this to keep my head in check and my cock down when I step out of this locker room. Can’t go out onto the tracks with a raging boner, and fuck, when I’m horny like this, I can’t keep it in my pants.

She licks my lips, biting hers as she leans back to undo the button on my jeans. When she sinks to her knees and rips down my zipper, my head tilts back and I look up at the bright lamp hanging from the ceiling, closing my eyes to enjoy the release.

Holy shit! she murmurs as my cock springs free.

I chuckle. You’re not the first to say that.

Oh, my … I’m going to have fun with this …

She licks her lips while looking up at me with those dirty brown eyes, swaying her long platinum blond hair to the other side of the tank top that’s draping over her shoulders. She looks good, and she looks even better up close. I saw her in the stands last race, and she’s been begging for my attention ever since she first saw me race. She’s not the only one, though. Girls line up for me like fans wanting an autograph, but only the ones I like come back and play with me. And this one perfectly fits the bill.

Fuck … I mutter when she grabs me.

So big, she moans, making me even harder.

Goddammit, I just want her to fucking wrap her lips around it already. No need to talk, just get down and dirty. I don’t even want to know her name; it would only make it difficult the moment we parted ways.

I’m a fucking whore, and I don’t give a damn. I just want to turn my brain off and let it go. As long as I get my fix and she gets me, we both win. I don’t see a problem.

Except the door to my locker room is suddenly slammed open, pulling me out of my delicious thoughts. Fuck, why can’t I just enjoy having someone suck me without being bothered?

Chris, what the fuck, man, my brother mutters as he holds his hand in front of his eyes.

What? I say as the girl stands up.

"You’re supposed to race in a few minutes; why the hell are you in here with a girl? And doing … that."

I muffle a laugh while I tuck my dick back in my pants. You really have to ask?

No. Never mind.

You know I like to bang, I say.

The girl gets up on her feet. You can open your eyes now, I say.

Oh no, I don’t want to see any of that shit. I’ll be scarred for life, Leo says.

I laugh. Dude, it’s long gone down. From the moment you burst in to ruin the fun, I wasn’t in the mood anymore.

Good, because you have a race to win, he says, lowering his hand.

I zip up my pants as the girl in front of me checks my brother out. I smile when I see her lower her eyes to see how big his package is. I guess she’d be down for a threesome because the smirk on her face tells me she’s a dirty one. Damn. That’s just too bad.

He’s already taken, babe, I say to her.

Pity, she says, and then she looks back at me. I would’ve been satisfied just having you.

I know you’d like both of us, babe, but we’ve run out of time.

My brother sighs. Wrap it up, Chris.

She leans in and pecks me on the cheek, whispering into my ear, Raincheck then?

Maybe later, I say with a wink.

That’s a lie. I never meet up with the same girl twice. Never.

With a cheeky smile, she turns to walk away, swaying her hips as she pushes past Leo and sashays out the door.

Jesus, he says, rolling his eyes. This again.

I don’t want to hear it, Leo, I say, opening my locker.

You know this isn’t good right before a race.

I needed it, and you can’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t do. I take my suit out of my locker.

I’m not telling you what you can’t do; I’m just saying you shouldn’t. Distracting yourself with pretty girls won’t make it any easier.

No, but at least I get to take my mind off things. I close my locker. Like whining brothers.

I’m only trying to help. He holds up his hands in surrender. I worry about you.

No need to worry. I’m fine.

Fine? You’ve been fucking a different girl every fucking day for the past few years, and it’s only getting worse. I thought it was just a phase and that you’d find peace with whatever is bothering you, but it looks like you’re sinking into a deeper hole, Chris.

I frown. That’s not your call to make, all right? What I do in my free time is my business.

Yes, it is your business, but I’m only looking out for you, Chris. He takes a step forward. Let me help you. I’m your brother, for god’s sake.

I don’t need any help, I say, putting on my suit. I feel good, like I’m living the life, and yet I can’t say the same about you. How’s the business doing? I heard about some ruckus with a girl, something about a marriage and stuff? I say.

Don’t turn the conversation around, he says.

I put on my shoes. Well, don’t butt into my life then, and I’ll stay out of yours.

He sighs. One day … you’ll find the right girl. I hope.

Not likely, I say. I’m a bastard who fucks whatever chick walks past him. Who the hell wants a guy like that? I can tell you, these girls only want one thing, and it isn’t my heart. And you know what? I’m perfectly content with that. I pick my helmet up from the table. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a race to win.

I try to walk past him, but he puts his arm around my shoulders and drags me in for a rub over the head. Goddammit. I hate it when he does that.

Cheer up, Chris. Frowning doesn’t suit your playboy face.

Ha-ha. You know, one of these days I’m going to give you back that wedgie you gave me in kindergarten.

Ha, I’d like to see you try, he jests.

We exchange looks, smirking too. Sometimes I want to ram a stick up his ass. Sometimes I want to give him a big ol’ hug. I guess that’s what brothers are for.

You owe me now; you know that, right? I say.

What? For that missed fuck? He laughs. Not a chance. You can score them anytime; no need for me to do that for you.

Now I have to drive my motorcycle with blue balls. I look him straight in the eyes. Have you ever tried to drive a fucking motorcycle with nuts that feel like they’re about to explode?

He’s trying not to laugh, but it’s not working. No, but you chose this, so you’d better stick to your guns. Winning races is more important than fucking random chicks.

Says the dude who owns a women’s magazine. I bet you see more pussy in a day than I do in a week.

I doubt that.

He says that now, but the smug grin on his face betrays his answer.

I squint. You fucking liar.

Shhh … he says. Just keep that between us. It’s been a long time since that happened anyway.

What? You afraid Sam will hear it? I say as we walk out. Your old man-whorish days might be behind you, but I can still use it as ammo.

Don’t you dare, he growls, squeezing me tight. Unless you want to have those blue balls stomped on, because that’s exactly what she’ll do once you tell her about my past.

All right, all right, I say, laughing and coughing at the same time. I won’t.

You’d better not. I’m a changed man, thanks to her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Aww … are you pussy-whipped now? I muse.

It’s called a girlfriend. You should try it once, he jests.

Never.

What’s the harm? Afraid you’re going to actually feel something?

Nah, I just don’t want to end up like you.

He rubs my head again, messing with my hair. I quickly put on my helmet so he can’t bother me anymore. Wish me luck!

Imagine there’s a girl waiting to ride you after the race, he yells. That should help you win.

I give him a thumbs-up as I walk out to wave at the crowd like I always do before a race. My brother thinks the girls I fuck day and night are the prizes, but to me, they’re like the liquor you drown yourself in. Day in, day out. Just to forget what I really think and really want.

My brother doesn’t know what I really need to win this race. But I appreciate his effort.

I’m fully enjoying the attention of the crowd as they scream and shout my name. I know they love a good show, but I don’t race for them. I don’t do it for the fame, the money … not even the pussy. I do it for her.

The girl in the stands. The girl sitting right next to my parents, trying to pretend I’m not here. She’s only here because she’s supposed to be. Family supports one another, but I know she wouldn’t be here if she really had a choice.

The annoyed look on her face speaks volumes, dampening my joy. But every goddamn time, I still look up and try to find her in the bleachers, hoping one day she might look down at me with a smile.

That girl. My step sister.

One day she’ll forgive me.

One day …

Chapter 2

Emily

The engines rev as the racers zoom past us, taking a corner so sharp it makes me hold my breath just for a second, but I’m not worried. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know why I hold my breath in the first place. Chris never crashes, and even if he did, I wouldn’t care.

Not even a little bit.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Sighing, I return my attention to the book in my hands and pretend I’m not here. The sounds of the bikers trying to outrace each other are distracting. I can’t wait until this is over and I can get back to work.

Emily, c’mon, why aren’t you looking at your brother? Tricia says.

He’s not my brother, I say.

She frowns at me, the stern look in her eyes almost burning the book in my hand. Christopher is as much your brother as I am your mother.

But you aren’t my mother, I say. It’s the truth, even though she doesn’t want to hear it. She is not my mother, and she never will be.

Emily! Her jaw drops. We are not doing this. Not here, she whispers.

We don’t have to … as long as you’ll just let me read, I muse, smiling at her.

She doesn’t seem amused, so I sigh and shrug. Don’t worry, I’ll watch.

Good. We’re here to support your brother. One day won’t hurt.

Any second hurts for me. God, sometimes I really want to shake her, but that would ruin her perfect hair. I muffle a laugh, thinking of how she’d look. She’s always so uptight … I still can’t believe my father ever fell for her.

Well, not that it matters now. My father isn’t here anymore.

I turn my head and look at my supposed family who are all up cheering him on. They’re all smiling and waving, and I wonder if they think it’ll really help Chris. I know he can’t see them; there’s no time to look at the people in the bleachers when you’re in a race against the clock … and against other people. But it’s the thought that matters.

I close my book, watching the drivers pass each other, the motorcycles screeching from the heat.

It’s at times like these that I wonder what I’m really doing here. It was Tricia’s idea for me to come along. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, and for some reason, I always go along with her ideas. Maybe her persistence in trying to get our family to work causes my acquiescence.

We’re a very strange, unconventional family, which none of them would admit to if you asked. I’m not blood-related to any of them, and yet they see me as one of them, even though I’m not. It’s admirable; although, I’m not sure it’s desirable. Some part of me is dying to have a real family again.

Or maybe I’m just tired of trying to explain to them why I don’t want to be involved in their family affairs. Specifically anything that involves Chris.

What Chris does is Chris’s business. I don’t give a damn what he does, and I don’t want to be involved. Just thinking about him makes my skin crawl. He’s so obnoxious, and I can’t forgive him for his past actions.

I shiver off the bad vibes and open up my book again.

See, this is why I bring my stories to family events. They make it easier to take my mind off whatever is going on in front of me. In this case, it’s Tricia trying to be a good mother, even though she never was one—not to them, and certainly not to me. But at least she tries, which has to count for something. More than I can give Chris credit for. He ruined my life and never made the effort to apologize. Not once.

I hate him with all my guts.

So I return to reading the books I love because that’s the only thing that keeps me from doing stupid things. Like going down there onto the tracks, grabbing a motorcycle, and beating him at his own game, just so I can slide that smug look right off his face.

It’s a very vivid fantasy … But only in my head, of course.

***

Age 14

I walk through the school hallway with books stacked on top of my arms, swaying from the force of gravity pulling on them. I can hardly see where I’m going with the books in my arms as I head to my locker. God, I wish I hadn’t taken them all out to read prior to my classes starting. I’m such a nerd. I can’t help myself, but I have to admit that it wasn’t one of my brightest ideas.

However, the fact alone that I’m now at least three chapters ahead of everyone else makes me smile. I put the books down on the ground, wipe my forehead, and open the locker. Right as I pick up the giant stack, someone runs into me, pushing me over. The books scatter on the ground, and so do I.

Kids around me laugh—some out loud and others behind their hands, as if it could hide their grins.

Sorry! the guy who ran me over yells as he runs off, not even looking back to see if I’m all right.

I crawl up and stare straight into Chris King’s eyes as he grabs my arm. Holy shit. Chris King’s strong, rugged hand is wrapped around my arm.

You okay? he asks, helping me up from the floor.

I’m completely zoned out, staring at him as if he’s not real. I’ve never been so close to him before, and I have to admit, what they say is true. He’s so sexy, with that cheeky grin, that stubbly chin, and those half-raised brows. He kind of looks like James Marsden, only a younger, even more handsome version.

I tuck my brown hair behind my ears as a flush appears on my cheeks. Yeah, thanks, I stammer, pulling my arm away quickly.

A lopsided smile appears on his chiseled face as he looks down at my frozen frame. Shit, why did I pull away so quickly? Now it’s as if I didn’t want him to touch me at all, even though I’ve only dreamed of a day where a guy like him would put his hands on me.

Oh lord, I’ve gone and done it. I’m one of those girls now. Those girls who pine over unattainable guys.

Well, it’s not as if I’m in love with him or something. I don’t even know him. I only watch him … every other day or two.

My buddy was in a bit of a rush there, he says. He doesn’t pay attention to where he’s walking, but it’s especially bad when he has the runs. He laughs

Reviews for Bastard

[Jackie Brown · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Really sweet story of redemption, everlasting love and two people meant to be together, no matter their short term “step-sibling” relationship. I read start to finish with a smile on my face. Chris is such a cute MF character. Enjoy.