by V. Darling
“We just got here.”
“Yeah, and it smells like stale beer, middle-aged-man sweat, and sex. Is it any wonder I’m feeling nauseous?” I fold my arms across my chest and pout at him.
Navrin gives me a smile, as if he finds me adorable. “Okay, can you give me ten minutes to talk to Kingston about the game?”
“Fine. I’ll wait outside.”
Navrin runs a hand through his hair and exhales. “Babe, don’t be a bitch about it.”
“Fuck you, Nav. You know how I hate it when you call me that.” I give him the finger and storm past the crowd of gawking onlookers.
“Jesus, Scout. Fine. We’ll go.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll get an Uber. Or maybe accept a lift from a stranger and get raped.” I turn and shout to the crowded room, “Hey, anyone wanna drive me home? I give real good head. Just ask QB1.”
“Knock it off, Scout.” Nav sneers.
I flip him the bird again and storm out.
“Fuck,” Navrin growls, following me outside the house. Of course, this being a Scarsdale party, everyone is in attendance, so the people spill out onto the deck and the lawn beyond. “Scout.”
“I’ll take her home.” Lev. My heart beats like crazy, begging to be closer to him. Instead, I turn and scowl. Golden eyes meet mine, and the anger around my heart thaws a little. Not a lot, but some. “I’m bored as shit here anyway.”
“No!” Nav says.
At the same time, I say, “Fine, let’s go.”
I scowl and storm away, through the parked cars and the couples trying to foster some modicum of privacy. There is none. We see everything.
“Scout! Come back here,” Nav says. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle. I’m not a possession. He can’t just order me around.
I stop and turn slowly on my heel. “Or what?”
Lev just chuckles in response. And Nav glares at me. I grab Lev’s arm and stalk toward the vehicles. Navrin heads back inside, as if he couldn’t wait to be rid of me.
I stomp toward Lev’s stupid bike, but a hand grabs me from behind. I try to pull free, but I’m whirled around, my back pinned against one of the huge chestnut trees surrounding the house.
Lev’s angry face is just inches away from mine. “You mind telling me what the fuck that was?”
“What?”
“Don’t give me ‘what.’ If your mouth is on anyone’s dick, it’s gonna be mine.”
“Or your twin’s, right? Hell, why don’t I just make this easier on all of us and come clean? Then you two can share custody. Or maybe you’d both like to own me at once. What’s a little incest between twins, right?”
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? The two of us fucking you at once. Tell me, Cub, which of us gets to fuck your tight little asshole? Because I call shotgun.”
“Fuck you.” I shove at his chest, but he grabs my arms and pins them above my head with just one of his hands while the other slides over my side and ass. He lifts my leg, his fingers brushing my thong, and I know the second he realizes my panties are wet for him, because those golden eyes flare with desire. It takes all I have not to beg him to slip beneath the thin lace.
He gives a humorless laugh. “That’s the difference between you and I, Cub. I’ve never denied wanting you.”
“You never deny anyone, do you? You think I didn’t see your hands all over Charleigh Waters in there?”
“Oh, I know you saw. You wouldn’t be this fucking angry if you hadn’t.”
“So what? You did it to make me jealous? That’s kind of pathetic, isn’t it? Even for you.”
“The only thing pathetic here, Cub, is your attempt to hide the fact that you’re always wet for me. You had a taste, and you want more. You can deny it all you want, but I know your body.” He squeezes my ass, kneading the flesh, his fingers grazing my panties and inching closer. He grabs the lace, and just when I think he’s going to delve inside me, he yanks my thong hard. It snaps against my slick flesh: and breaks. I cry out, but his hand covers my mouth. “Trust me, the ride will feel so much better without them.”
He tucks the scrap of fabric into his pocket and readjusts his cock. I can just make out the outline against his jeans and I lick my lips. He inches closer. I press my hand against his chest and shake my head. Lev releases my mouth.
“Not here,” I whisper.
His responding smile is vicious. I glance into his eyes, wild and golden, like a giant cat. A cat who wants to devour me and lick my bones clean. “I forgot I’m your dirty little secret. What would Scarsdale High think if they knew their queen bee was fucking both Fox brothers?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Lev shakes his head. “I’ll be your secret, Cub. If you promise to let me in wherever I want.”
“You’re sick. I’m not doing this with you.”
“Fine.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward the bike.
“Don’t fucking manhandle me.” I yank free of his grasp and glance around to ensure no one is watching, but we’re alone. The vultures already saw the show, no point in waiting around for an encore that may never come.
He hands me the helmet, shoving it at my chest and forcing me to take a step back from the blow. “Get on the goddamn bike, Cub.”
I scowl but put the helmet on.
He grabs the chin straps and tugs me closer with a grin, fastening the buckle too tight before saying, “Fuckin’ adorable.”
“Screw you.”
“Oh, I have no doubt you’re going to do that.” He slides onto the bike and flips on the ignition, and the engine roars to life. He revs the throttle.
I glance at his huge body on the motorcycle. He takes up the entire seat. “Where am I supposed to sit?”
“You’ll have to snuggle up nice and close.”
“There’s no seat for me.”
“Your point?”
“My point is that I’m not sitting on the back wheel of your bike.”
“No, you’d be sitting on the wheel guard. You’ll be fine, Cub. I’ve given lots of girls rides.”
“Great. Does that mean I’m likely to catch an STI from the last girl who sat here?”
“Get on the fucking bike. I promise you’re not going to notice anything but my ride between your thighs.”
I slide my leg over the wheel guard and wrap my hands around his waist. He drags them down to his crotch and a sharp breath leaves my lungs as I feel how hard he is, how ready, for me. Before I can pull away, or say anything else, Lev’s hands return to the handlebars and he revs the throttle. I almost slide off the damn bike with the inertia, but I manage to grip his waist and hold on for dear life. I can’t hear his dark chuckle over the roar of the engine, but I feel it in the way his hard abs contract and flex against my hands.
Asshole.
The late fall air is freezing on my exposed legs and face, and despite wanting to be away from him, I tuck my head against his broad shoulder to escape the wind. Lev turns off at the entrance to Saxon Woods Park, and I tense. We’re not going home, and though I might wish I was curled up in my bed with a mug of hot cocoa right now instead of here with him, this conversation is long overdue.
I don’t say anything as I climb off the bike, remove the helmet, and stalk toward the walking track. I don’t have to. We both know why he brought us here. It’s better just to get it over with.
I move deeper into the trailhead. The park is deserted this late, and the unlit path should be hard to navigate, but I know this trail like the back of my hand. When we were kids, we used to play here for hours, while our au pairs sat by the picnic tables and gossiped about their employers.
Leaves rustle under Lev’s motorcycle boots. Twigs snap and rocks crunch with his heavy steps. I don’t have to turn and look to know he’s staring at my ass the whole time we walk.
I reach the two rocks divided by the path and spin to face him, I open my mouth, but he shoves me up against the rock and kisses me until my toes curl inside my Prada booties. I don’t
push him away, though I should. I can’t. I need him now like oxygen.
I’d never let him know that, of course. My hands slide into his hair and I grip hard, as he lifts my leg and presses me closer to the rock. The cold stone at my back and the heat of his body send shivers through me.
He palms my ass and I slide a hand between us and unzip his fly. I slip inside his jeans to find him warm and hard against my palm.
“Jesus Christ,” he shouts, jumping back. “You’re freezing.”
“Well, if somebody drove a car like a normal person, I wouldn’t be an ice block when I touch you.”
Lev takes my hands in his and lifts them to his mouth, breathing warmth into my frosty fingers. He holds them in one hand while his other slides beneath my skirt. He tears my stockings and his fingers travel higher in their exploration, delving into my slick flesh.
“You look like a naughty schoolgirl in this outfit, Cub.”
“Haven’t you heard? I am a naughty schoolgirl.”
“Show me how naughty, you little cock tease.”
I slip my hands under his shirt. My fingers are still freezing and he gasps as I glide my fingertips over rock-hard abs, tease one side of that muscular V that causes me to lose my mind, and take hold of him, stroking from root to tip. His body jerks involuntarily and that wicked grin plays at the corners of his mouth. He groans and dips his head to my neck, sliding his tongue along the hard edge of my collarbone. I continue stroking his dick, but I know I could really make him lose it if I had a little lubrication so while he’s busy with my neck, I spit into my palm and cover his smooth head with it.
He groans. “My dirty little, Cub. Do I even want to know where you learned that move?”
“Girls like to watch too.”
“Really?”
“What do you watch, Scout? Enlighten me?”
“The same things you do. Why do you think it’s so easy to get you to kneel?” I grin at my own cleverness, but in true Lev fashion he knows exactly how to one up me. He grabs my wrist and with a deep masculine growl he pushes it aside. I frown, but he moves closer, grabs his cock and pumps it as he thrusts his fingers inside me. It hurts. It feels so good, but we’re still not close enough. I need him deeper, skin to skin.
“Lev,” I beg. “Lev, I need you.”
“I know.” He shoves my skirt up, bunching the delicate fabric in his strong hands.
I gasp, but he shuts me up by crashing his lips down on mine. His tongue slips inside my mouth and I massage it with my own, kissing him back just as fiercely. He enters me. Two strong, thick fingers at a time. I break away from his lips to cry out, because otherwise I’d probably explode. He drives his fingers in and out of me, hooking them just right so he’s touching my G-spot. My legs quake. My whole body trembles, begging him for release, but he’s cruel and doesn’t give in to me. He withdraws his hand and brings it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. My mouth drops open.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Cub.”
“You’re a tease.”
“Consider it payback for the last twelve years.” He strokes his dick, and I bow my head to watch, fascinated by how rough he is with himself. Not that I should be surprised. This is Lev we’re talking about. Everything about him is rough, from his haircut to his wrinkled clothes, to his demeanor, to those scuffed boots, and the way he fucks.
He steps closer, sliding himself through my slick folds. I moan and he thrusts up into me. “We should use a condom.”
“We should.” But he doesn’t stop, and oh ... my God. Why does he feel so good? How does he know exactly how to touch me, how to fuck me?
“Did you fuck my brother with a rubber?”
Cold regret slams into me. I still. But Lev doesn’t slow his pace. “Why did you have to ruin it?”
“Did I ruin it?” He punctuates his words with another thrust and an involuntary moan comes from my mouth. “That’s what I thought.”
I relish the slow drag and slide of his flesh as he thrusts into me, the feeling low in my belly, desire curling outward through my body, unfurling and extending to every part of me, that delicious warmth of an impending orgasm. It’s all too much. I can’t breathe, I can’t think—I can’t do anything but hang on and silently plead that he doesn’t make me wait too long to come.
“You didn’t answer ...” He moans. “... my question, Cub. Have you fucked my brother bareback?”
“No.” I roll my head against the rock. “No. I ... oh. I need to come. Yes, Lev. Oh God, right there.”
I come hard and moments later he empties himself inside me in deep, wicked thrusts that send me over the edge again.
Snap. I swivel my head in the direction of the rustling underbrush. “Did you hear that?”
“It’s probably a raccoon.” He grins and snaps his teeth at me. “Or a bear.”
“That isn’t funny.” I complain, my legs shaking now that the post-orgasmic high is wearing off.
He sets me on my feet, and I have to steady myself by gripping his forearms. “Feeling paranoid?”
“What if someone followed us?”
“No one followed us. That’s your guilt talking, Cub.”
A squirrel pops out of the underbrush and scurries back into the safety of the scrub. I frown and stare up at Lev’s smug face in the moonlight. “See?”
“Did you really just bring me here to fuck?”
His brow creases, for just a split second. He doesn’t let the mask slip for long before his stoic expression is back in play. “I brought you here to talk. It’s not my fault you attacked me.”
“I did not attack you.”
His deep chuckle resonates around the woods. “I’m pretty sure you did.”
“You’re delusional.” I fix my skirt and try to step around him, but he grips my forearm and pulls me into him.
“When are you going to stop hating me long enough to figure out you want this as much as I do?”
“I have everything I need. Why would I mess it up for a few quick fucks with you?” I hiss. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to call my doctor for a tetanus shot.”
He pulls me back to him and kisses me so hard I see stars. An involuntary moan escapes me and I wrap my body around him, ready for round two.
Lev’s dark chuckle shivers over my skin. “Told you it would be the ride of your life.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Scout
We converge on the hallway after lunch. I open my locker. Another note has been slipped inside. The pristine white paper mocks me. I pick it up, open my textbook, and slip the note inside, so it looks like I’m just brushing up on chemistry.
Your moans are like poetry
I tried to write a haiku
But that shit is for losers.
Can’t wait to fuck you.
“What’s that?”
I slam the textbook shut and pull it from my locker. My heart races like a freight train.
“Oh, my God, Nav! You scared me.” I tuck my hair behind my ear and hold my textbook tightly to my chest in case my heart beats right through my freaking ribcage. “It’s just something from Nova.”
“She writes letters? What happened to texting?”
“It’s not a letter. It’s an inspirational quote.”
“Hey, Nova, where’s my inspirational quote?” Nav says and I flinch. She’s not going to know what the hell he’s talking about and I’m going to be outed. I slam my locker.
“Um ...” Nova glances between the two of us and shrugs. “Don’t be a dick today?”
“Oh my God,” I shriek. I know I’m overcompensating when both Saint and Lev arch their brows. “You’re too funny, Nove.”
“I’m never a dick, but thanks.” Nav runs a hand through his hair and glances at his twin. “Maybe Lev could find inspiration in that one instead.”
“Bite me, fuckface. I’m only a dick when it counts.”
“Which is twenty-four-seven, right? It comes so naturally to you it’s like breathing air.” I shrug and ho
ist my Louis Vuitton higher on my shoulder.
Lev grins salaciously. “You’re confusing being a dick with having a dick. Some of us just happen to be incredible at using theirs. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Cub?”
Nav steps between us. “Lay off.”
Lev chuckles and throws me a wink. “It’s so cute how uptight you girls get at the mention of a good, hard dicking.”
His eyes follow the lines of my body, as if his heated gaze added an exclamation point to the end of each word. Though I hate his power over me, a blush claws its way up my neck and spreads across my cheeks.
Nova glances between the three of us and frowns. “Nav, why did you want an inspirational—”
“Come on, you know how Mrs. Stephens gets when we’re late.” I grab her hand and lead her off to Spanish so fast I give myself a stomachache before she can finish that sentence. I don’t need to get caught out in a lie.
A lie. As if it’s singular. As if all the scheming, hiding, sneaking around, and coming on a D that doesn’t belong to my boyfriend can be narrowed down to one lie. As if we could be considered just one lie.
“What the hell was that about?” Nova asks.
I shove down the panic and smile. “Beats me. I think Nav might have knocked a few brain cells loose with that hit from Greenville last week.”
Nova chuckles and glances over her shoulder, no doubt trying to catch another glimpse of my brother before we disappear around the corner. I duck into Spanish without a backward glance.
That was too close.
I’m going to kill Lev Fucking Fox.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lev
Bio would be pretty fucking boring if I didn’t have Scout to torment. I’m convinced Mr. Plainer knows less than we do about the study of biology, so he makes us sit through endless videos to fill the time.
I’m in the middle of zoning out, when Scout reaches under the desk and pinches my thigh. Hard.
“What the fuck, Cub?” I whisper. She inclines her head toward my empty notepad. There’s a tiny folded-up piece of paper resting on top. I smirk. “You’re writing me love notes now?”
