Page 1 of Cocky Bastard

CHAPTER ONE

Austin

Once upon a timethere was a boy. A very adorable boy who made a lot of money being a child star in countless films and television shows, who then grew up into a teen heartthrob whose poster was said to have graced half the teenage bedrooms in the UK—of boys and girls.

He was supposed to grow up into Hollywood’s next hunk, with his sexy British accent, charming good looks, and a smile that could make anyone drop to their knees.

Butthenthe boy discovered he liked dick. And he discovered tattoos, and alcohol, and porn, and sex, and how much he liked fucking.

So he gave up the Hollywood fantasy to spend his life railing other men and making bucketloads of money that way.

And that boy was me: Austin Carter.

And my life isreallyfucking awesome.

The floor vibrated as pulsing club lighting threw neon colours across the room, the DJ in the pulpit bouncing up and down with neon cat ears nestled in her pink hair and doing hervery best to send the entire guest list to hell and back. Although considering the party was being held in a converted church, I doubted we had much further to fall.

But life wasn’t fun if you weren’t doing shit that would lead to hundreds of people trying to condemn you online.

Not that I gave a fuck what other people thought of me and what I did with my life. I’d stopped doing that when I was twenty, and it had made my life so much better. Now it amused me to see how wound up some people got about the fact I’d chosen sucking dick over getting fucked over by Hollywood executives.

I guessed it was just the blatant fucking they had a problem with.

Glancing around the room, I saw a familiar figure standing by the bar talking to an actor I vaguely recognised. But given this was the afterparty of some film and television awards show, the room was bound to be full of fucking actors. I knew quite a few of them, and I’d already been asked a couple of times what the hell I was doing here—usually in an enthusiastic tone of genuine surprise, although a couple of people were definitely fishing and throwing shade.

In their opinion, porn wasn’t acting and I’d closed the door to being allowed to these sorts of shindigs as soon as I’d swapped fake fucking on camera for actual fucking on camera. They were part of the reason I still used my friends and connections to get invitations to these things, because it was fun to piss people off.

The other reason was the man at the bar.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour,” I said, leaning against the polished dark wood bar top and throwing a smirk at the handsome figure stood next to me. “Mr. Kane. Fancy seeing you here.”

Jude Kane, the man holding my gaze, sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. They were a warm hazel and framed by longlashes, the sort that’d cause a hurricane if batted correctly. Or invoke a storm of hormonal teenage girls, and middle-aged women, to rampage through the streets in the hope of chasing him down.

“Austin,” he said frostily, brushing a strand of soft brown hair off his face. The cut was different from the last time I’d seen him and it looked like he was still getting used to it. I’d have thought growing up in a boy band would mean he was used to people controlling his appearance, but maybe he’d thought acting would be different. I wouldn’t have expected him to be that naïve, though. “I’d say I’m surprised but you always find a way to crawl out of the gutter for these things.”

“You’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”

“You can think that if you want.”

“I don’t have to think,” I said, sliding even closer and dropping my voice. He really did have a pretty face, especially when he looked annoyed. “Iknow.”

He picked his drink up off the bar and took a sip. From here, it smelt like something with whisky in it. Kane had good taste. “What do you want?”

“That depends,” I said as my eyes met his.

“On what?”

“You.”

Kane took another sip of his drink and I could see him wavering. I didn’t know why he spent so long trying to resist me. We did this every time we saw each other, and each time he had to do this bullshit dance of pretending he didn’t want me.

We both knew it was a lie, though, because these interactions always ended in the same delicious way: with both of us coming hard.

It had been going on for years now. But I liked this little dance. It was fun and a form of foreplay I didn’t usually engagein. Nobody made me work for it as much as Jude Kane. It was worth every second, though.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” Jude said, gritting the words out.

“No, baby, I always make sure you’re ready when I fuck you.”

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