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Scout
The Fox pool house is legendary at Scarsdale High. We all know it’s a private club for The Royals. Of course, not everyone gets an invite—not Blythe or Violet. Not even me. Nav keeps me as far from the place as possible, not that I’ve ever been curious. Fuckboys who use my classmates as toys, aren’t my idea of entertainment, and those girls? They’re as disposable as the used condoms littering the floor.
Besides, my brother frequents the pool house as much as the other guys, and I definitely don’t need to see him getting his freak on with Scarsdale’s biggest sluts. I give it a wide berth whenever I cross into the Foxs’ yard, and Nav has certainly never invited me back there. Which makes the note taped to his bedroom door even stranger.
I glance again at the words scrawled there in his messy handwriting.
Babe,
Meet me in the pool house.
Nav
I pluck it from the door and head outside, ignoring the evil stepmother on my way. The pool house is several yards from the manor, and as I cut through the perfectly manicured lawn, I can easily make out the naked bodies. Female, and male too—though my eyes remain glued to one naked form in particular. My teeth clench at the unmistakable sound of flesh pounding flesh. As I stalk forward, I’m hit with high-pitched moans and deep, throaty growls. In stereo.
Kingston is on the couch, a girl perched on his face, while another has her head buried in his lap giving what looks to be the blowjob of the century. She should totally get a medal for enthusiasm. That’s not what causes me to stop dead in my tracks though. It’s the sight of Nav’s taut, naked body behind Charleigh Waters, his hand on her ass as he pounds into her from behind.
His eyes snap open and golden irises meet mine, as if he senses me there, as if he was waiting. And suddenly, Nav’s note makes sense, because it wasn’t his at all.
Navrin’s not even here.
Lev wrote it.
Lev wanted me to watch him fuck someone else.
And just like he wanted, I can’t turn away. I hate him, I hate bearing witness to him sticking it to other girls, but seeing him in action still made my panties damp. My gaze drifts over him. From head to toe, Lev Fox is a work of art. Sculpted muscles, hard and robust, tattoos that my fingers itch to trace, and one, long, hot dick. A dick I’ve had inside me. A dick he now has buried in someone else.
Our gazes meet, and there’s an appreciative smirk tilting the corners of his full lips. He knows exactly what I’m thinking. His eyes dare me to react, but I won’t give him that satisfaction.
His gaze narrows, a clear challenge in them, but he moans and his head tilts back, his thrusts grow more frenzied, and he grunts his orgasm as his fingers sink into the girl’s hips.
“Scout?”
I jump and turn to face a confused-looking Navrin. A half-smile plays on his lips, so different from the maliciousness of his brother’s. Nav looks beyond me and his brows shoot upward. He clears his throat. “What are you doing out here, babe?”
I screw the note up tighter in my hand and slip it inside my pocket.
“Looking for you,” I whisper, stepping toward him. I wrap my arms around his neck and stare up into the face of my boyfriend—who’s too good for me, too kind, and not cruel or savage in any way. Who is one hundred percent not his brother.
“At the pool house?” he asks skeptically.
I shrug. “I couldn’t find you.”
“I was in the gym.”
“Of course you were.” I lean up and kiss him, opening my lips too wide, thrusting my tongue inside his unsuspecting mouth and moaning. His hands tighten around my waist. I move into him, pressing my breasts against his hard chest, loving the friction of our tongues and his muscled form against my soft one.
We’re panting when we come up for air. Nav takes a half step back. “Jesus.”
I smile up at him and bite my bottom lip. “I missed you.”
“I see that.” He shakes his head and laughs. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”
“I want you.”
A nervous laugh escapes him. “What?”
“I’m ready,” I whisper pushing him back, farther from the pool house. “I want to have sex with you. Now.”
“Woah, babe, are you sure? Does this have something to do with what’s going on behind us, right now? Because you know you’re not going to lose me for not putting out, right? I’m not gonna fuck around with other girls. I’m not my brother.”
Rage wells up inside me and I storm off toward the house. “Who said anything about him?”
“Scout, baby, slow down.”
“You know what? It was a stupid idea. Forget it.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me into him. “It’s not a stupid idea. I want it. I want you, I just ... I want you to be sure.” He licks his lips and glances nervously at the ground. “We’re forever, you and me. I know we’re still in school and we have college and everything else to get through, but I have plans to marry you, Scout Taylor, and when you look back at your first time, I want it to be meaningful. I don’t want it to happen just because my idiot brother and King will fuck anything that moves in our pool house.”
Bitterness forms in my throat, a lump I can’t swallow down, no matter how I try. For the second time in as many days, tears sting my eyes. I hate this. I hate the idea that I’ve hurt Nav—the boy next door, the only boy I’ve ever loved.
A feminine cry comes from the pool house and King chuckles. When I glance their way, Lev is no longer fucking Charleigh Waters. His eyes are glued to us, hatred and disapproval etched into his strong features. Charleigh’s head is in his lap, and his fists grab her hair and tug her closer until she chokes.
“Jesus, Lev,” Navrin says. “Let the girl breathe.”
“She can leave at any time. So can you, unless you two want to break your little virgin pact and join us.” He groans, and that wicked smile plays on his lips again. “I bet together we could really make Cub scream.”
Every muscle in Nav’s body stiffens. He steps toward the pool house, but I jump in front of him and push him back. “He’s not worth it, Nav.”
He’s like a bull with a red rag, his eyes murderous and his nostrils widening with his shallow breaths. No one but River knows Lev and I kissed—among other things—the night of the twins’ seventeenth birthday—and I’ve worked hard to keep it that way. I’d hate to think what would happen if Nav knew the truth about his brother and me.
“Come on,” I say staring up into his green eyes. “You can make me scream all on your own.”
I take his hand and lead him away from the pool house, across the lawn, and into the manor. The evil stepmother is lounging on a chez, flipping through Italian Vogue, her eyes still firmly fixed on the pool house. “Dinner should be ready at six, Navrin. Would you mind telling your brother and King to send the girls home?”
“Now is not a good time, Jessica.”
Her brow twitches. It’s about the most movement her face can manage with all of her Botox and filler. “Why not?”
“Don’t you have another purse to buy with Dad’s credit card?” Nav snaps.
Jessica tilts her head and tosses her magazine on the coffee table. Then she storms off to the kitchen, likely for another drink.
Nav leads me up the stairs to his room and slams the door. I let go of his hand and flop on the bed. My skirt rides up, and I don’t bother to adjust it. He leans against the wood and glances at me. Little by little, his shoulders fall, and he smiles one of those devastating Fox grins.
“Fuck, Scout. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Or maybe I’m just trying to distract you from kicking the shit out of your idiot brother.”
He runs a large hand over his face and huffs out a breath, then he flips the lock on the bedroom door and moves toward me. He doesn’t bother closing the door to the adjoining bathroom because we both know Lev won’t be done in the pool house anytime soon.
Nav crawls up the bed, lowering his hips between my legs. His basketball shorts leave little to the imagination, especially when his erection presses against my panties.
I can’t erase the images of Lev and the expendables in the pool house, the sounds they made, or the way he stared right at me with a wicked grin on his face while my black heart cracked in two.
Oh God. I have feelings for Lev Fucking Fox.
I’m dating the most popular guy in school who is sweet and gentle and everything his brother is not, but like some terrible cliché, I’m falling for Scarsdale’s resident asshole.
I arch my neck for a kiss, but I draw his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down playfully. He hisses and pulls away. “You just bit me.”
I bite my own lip and smile coyly at him. “Go down on me.”
His brows tilt toward the heavens but I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed.
Nav slides down my body, pausing to lift the shell of my cheer uniform over my head. I lean up on my elbows and help him with my bra. He pushes my skirt up around my waist but doesn’t bother to remove it. A shiver runs the length of my spine when his big hands grip the waistband of my panties and he slides them off. He discards them on the floor and glances up the length of my body. “You’re so pink, so wet.”
He strokes the pad of his finger over my clit. I jerk and bite my lip as Nav lowers his head to my center.
The first few strokes of his tongue are exploratory, gentle, but when I moan and tighten my thighs around his face, he delves deeper, taking more of me in his mouth, licking, sucking, holding my hips in his firm grasp and sinking his strong fingers into my flesh. Pleasure builds within my core, pushing me right to the edge of a precipice I’m desperate to fall over. If I can feel this—really feel something sexual and carnal—with Nav, I never need to think of his brother again.
But I do think of him. Ever since their birthday, day and night, Lev plagues my thoughts, my fantasies. It’s why I hate him so much. The bastard won’t leave me alone. In my head I see him slamming into Charleigh Waters over and over, and I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and try to will him away, try to be here in the present with the man I love. And I really do love Nav, but my hatred for his twin runs so much deeper than that.
Navrin is good, sweet, and safe, and his brother is anything but. Lev is danger, hatred, and lust all wrapped up in one arrogant package. He looks just like his twin, but he’s a much greater risk to my health and is bound to be my ruin.
I close my eyes and imagine Lev standing in the doorway to the adjoined bathroom, his golden gaze narrowing, his lip twisted in a scowl I’d love to kiss off his perfect face. I drive my fingers through Nav’s hair and rock my hips, fucking his mouth with my pussy.
I come like that, with Nav tonguing my clit and with an imaginary Lev’s eyes on me. I ride out the high. Power, disgust, and satisfaction all war within me as I grip Navrin’s hair and arch underneath him. When I open my eyes, Lev isn’t there, and my bravado has vanished entirely. Nav raises up on his elbows and wipes my lust from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, climbing over me.
I slip a hand between us and stroke his firm outline through his shorts. He groans in my ear as I cup him through the soft fabric. Carefully, I pull him through the opening and stroke his velvet tip. Hand jobs are not new territory for us. In fact, we’ve spent the last year getting each other off, but he’s never gone down on me before, and he’s never let it go this far.
I wriggle out of my skirt as he hovers above me on all fours, and when I’m completely naked, Nav’s eyes roll over me appreciatively. I grip the waistband of his shorts and tug them down his hips. He sits up and removes them completely and when he hovers over me again, I take him in my hand, pumping him slowly, collecting the drop of precum at his tip and using it to lubricate his head.
“Jesus, Scout. Babe, are you sure?”
I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and whisper, “I’m ready. I want to.”
“I can stop. Anytime you want to. Just say—”
I groan, exasperated. “Oh my God, Navrin, hurry up and fucking do it already.”
“I just wanna take care of you ...”
I slide my hand back and forth over the very tip of his dick and he makes a deep, pained sound in the back of his throat. “I don’t need you to take care of me. I need you inside me. Now.”
“Okay. I’m not gonna make Scout Taylor tell me a third time.” Nav leans over and pulls a condom from the drawer. He sits back on his heels and slowly rolls it on, and then he settles between my legs and carefully pushes into me. It’s not the frenzied meeting of bodies like my first time with Lev. We had been enemies who’d crossed battle lines, vicious and frenzied, both so desperate to brutalize and maim, to get what we wanted, and to come out victorious. Nav is slow and tender. He makes love to me, and while it still feels a little strange, it’s nice too.
And over far too quickly.
Nav’s breath is hot against my ear as he empties himself inside me. I exhale, but it’s not with release. It’s disappointment.
After a beat, Nav presses a kiss to my sweaty forehead and pulls out of me. He discards the condom in the wastebasket, and I bite my lip to keep the tears from spilling from the corners of my eyes.
I can’t believe I let his twin take my virginity. I stare at the ceiling, guilt eating me alive. I slept with the Fox brothers, and I don’t know which one to regret more—my boyfriend, or the douchebag who fucked another girl in front of me.
Nav flops down on the bed beside me and turns his head. He studies my face. Can he tell I’m grinding my teeth?
“Hey, are you okay?”
I give him a tight smile that disappears too quickly. “I’m great.”
“What are you doin’ all the way over there?”
I shrug.
He pulls me closer and I tuck myself in against his warmth. “Did you come?”
Over and over with your brother.
“No.”
He clears his throat and runs his hand over my arm in lazy, indolent strokes. “You want me to—”
“No,” I say too sharply, and press a kiss to his chest. “I’m fine.
“You didn’t bleed.”
I flinch. It’s a long time before either of us says anything, but I swallow down the lump in my throat and force myself to answer. “I guess that’s what ten years of dressage will do to you. They really should put that on the brochure.”
He chuckles, but it’s free of humor. “What?”
“Hymens aren’t always present, you know? Some girls lose them from vigorous sports, or tampon use. Why do you care? It’s far less messy this way.” I climb over him and rummage on the floor for my panties and cheer uniform.
Did Lev notice the blood on his dick when he’d finished with me? I had; I’d washed the remainder away in the shower before his twin had found me. But if he’d been aware, he’d never said anything in the days since.
“I don’t care. I just thought ...” He leans up on his elbow and snags my wrist with his free hand. “Where are you going?”
“I need a shower.”
“Then shower here. We’ll get all hot and wet together, and I can make you come.”
“No!”
His brow crinkles, and those green eyes stare back at me with hurt and sadness in them. “Did I do something wrong? Did you want to wait? I would have stopped if you’d told me—”
My shoulders sag in defeat. “It’s not you ... I just ... I’m having a Scout moment.”
His lips curl up in a slow smile that makes my heart stutter. “Well, I know exactly how to fix that.”
Why is he so good? Why can’t he just be enough for me? Why do I—even now—still crave the vicious words and cruel touch from his brother? “You do?”
He rises and steps toward me, his huge frame dwarfing mine as he lowers his head and drops a kiss on my forehead, my nose, and finally my lips. “Scout moments are always tempered by kisses, a long, hot bubble bath, little blue boxes from Tiffany, and bone-crushing hugs.”
“No,” I protest, backing toward the bathroom. “Don’t you dare.”
Nav’s grin is infectious. I shriek and make a run for it, but he snatches me up, pinning my arms by my sides. His huge arms come around me, so tight I can’t breathe, and he squeezes me so hard I’ll need to cancel my spine readjustment with my osteopath next week. I open my mouth, but all that comes out is a squeak. When he finally sets me down on the floor, my legs feel like wet noodles.
I shove at his chest. “I hate when you do that.”
He grins. “No. You don’t.”
“Yes, I really do,” I snap, back to my bitchy self.
“Do you hate it when I do this?” He lowers his head and kisses my neck, his hot, wet mouth trailing over my collarbone. My nipples pucker and his tongue laps at my flesh, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. My hands fly to his hair and rake through the soft curls. Nav releases my breast with a pop, and all of the blood rushes to the surface of my skin. He smiles up at me, only for a beat, just long enough for me to see the wicked glint in his eyes that reminds me so much of his brother. I tighten my hold in his hair and push him lower. My six-foot-three, one-hundred-and-fifty-pound boyfriend falls to his knees in front of me, and I can’t help but smile like a she-devil.
Years ago, when I was just a girl and we were in the backyard of this very house at one of Senator Fox’s parties, I’d complained that the boys were leaving me out of their games. Daddy had smiled at me and chuckled. “Don’t worry, Peaches,” he’d said, chucking me under the chin. “They’ll come around. Soon, your brother and I will be beating away suitors with sticks. Do you know why?”
“No, Daddy. Why?”
“Because men will always kneel for a queen,”
I never understood what he meant until now. I guess it’s no surprise that Nav is on his knees for me, but would Lev do the same?
I close my eyes and relish the feel of Nav’s mouth caressing my curves. His hand glides down the inside of my leg to my ankle, where he grips it and slides it across the floor, widening my stance for him. I transfer my weight and do the same with the other foot, giving him ample access.
He eases his long legs out from under him and sits, pulling me closer to him with his hands on my ass. His mouth covers me, teasing my clit, skating lower, until he laps at my entrance. I close my eyes and throw my head back as his tongue slides deeper. He’s driving me crazy with need as he fucks me with his tongue. I sink my hands into his hair again and tug, wanting him on my clit.
I open my eyes. My mouth gapes, but it isn’t a gasp of surprise that comes out—it’s a moan. Lev stands in the doorway to his bedroom, watching the two of us, just as I’d fantasized. His gaze is narrowed, his lip curled in his ever-present sneer. He wants to kill us both—I know, because that jealousy reflected in his eyes is the same emotion that coursed through me when I saw him earlier in the pool house. I moan, tightening my grip on Nav’s hair as I push him into me. My lip curls in the corner as I watch Lev watch me.
Nav laves at my hungry flesh, quickening the pace of his lashing tongue and I forget all about making Lev jealous. I can’t hold back my moaning, the way my legs quake and my whole body shivers. I open my eyes, afraid Lev will be gone, but he’s not. His gaze meets mine across the bathroom and it’s as if there’s no space between us at all. I imagine it’s his tongue, his hand inside me, working me closer to orgasm, and it hurts.
I don’t muffle my cries. I don’t care who hears, because I’ve made my point. Lev’s furious expression tells me he knows this is one first he’ll never get.
I rock my hips against Nav’s face. All I see are Lev’s eyes on my breasts. All I feel is his brother’s mouth on me, and all I can do as I come against his fingers and tongue is wish I’d never met the Fox brothers.
It’s bittersweet, because I’m no longer just hurting Lev. Not having him, seeing him with other girls and feeling his twin’s hands and mouth on my flesh? It’s hurting me too. It hurts us both, and if we’re not careful it’s going to destroy everything The Royals have built. This empire we reign over? It could all topple tomorrow, and the one man I can rely on to have my back, the one man I know will treat me like a queen regardless of whether or not the castle walls fall, isn’t the one I really want.
Lev’s not a king or a knight coming to save me. He’s the enemy who’ll set the castle walls on fire. He’ll throw me to the lions, feed me to the gators in the moat, and burn me at the stake before he’d ever kneel at my feet.
And if I’m not careful, I’ll let him take my crown, because love makes fools of even the strongest queens. It’s the only way to truly take one down, and Lev knows it.
Love.
Love can suck it.