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Lev
For the last week, I’ve done my best to avoid being in the same room as Scout, so when she enters our garage dressed in a soft blue sweater and a skimpy little skirt, I have to draw on every ounce of self-control I possess not to touch her.
“Hey,” she says.
“What are you doing here, Cub?”
“Can we talk?”
“Have we ever really talked?”
“We used to talk all the time.” She comes closer and runs her hand over the seat of my bike. “Before things got so fucked up.”
“Before I dry-fucked you up against the side of my pool house? Before you started dating my brother, you mean?”
“Before we decided we hated one another.” She parks her pert little ass on the seat and I raise my brows.
The smile she gives is tender, full of sadness and daring. “Nav told me your dad left on campaign again.”
I cock a brow and study my wrench. “Really? Did he tell you to come over and keep me company?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I know she’s no longer talking about dear old Dad going away. “I thought you knew.”
“That he was beating this shit out of you? No. I had no idea.”
I laugh without humor. “Why don’t you emasculate me some more, Cub?”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Since we were kids.”
“And the bruises? They’re not from football, or some pathetic teen fight club, are they? They’re from him.”
I draw in a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly. Scout may be a bitch to the rest of the population, but she has a bigger heart than anyone I know. And she’s tenacious, like a fucking bulldog. She’s not dropping this anytime soon, so I take a swig of whiskey straight from the bottle on the workbench and shrug.
She frowns. “Why wouldn’t you report it?”
“And leave all this? Not in a million.”
“I’m serious,” she says, and when I know she’s not going to let this go, I sigh and lean against the counter. “Because being my dad’s punching bag is a small price to pay.”
“I don’t understand—”
“In exchange for him leaving Nav alone.”
“What?”
“Nav won’t stand up to him.”
“But—”
“Let it go, Cub. We’ll be eighteen in a few short weeks. After that, our trust funds will come through and we can leave anytime we want to.”
“Then why don’t you go now?”
“Because we like the view.” I tilt my head to the side and look her up and down, from her long, tanned legs in her tiny white skirt, to the way the sweater stretches across her tits. “When are you going to let me take you for another ride?”
“When are you going to take me ...” She grins at the molten heat in my gaze. “... for another ride?”
I chuckle. “That depends. When are you going to admit you need me to take you?”
“Never.” She smirks and I cross the space between us.
She grips the handlebars and pretends to rev the throttle, dipping her back as she plays at racing.
“Look at you, not plotting my demise for all of three seconds. Don’t tell me you’re growing fond of me, Cub?”
“Not likely.”
“Still, your ass looks good on my bike. Care to lift that little skirt and show me just what I’m missing?”
She sits up and rights herself, smoothing her skirt into place. I pout, but that doesn’t stop me from touching her. Sometimes it’s as if I can’t help it, like I have to touch her, just to prove I can. It’s a dangerous game to play, especially here, where my brother could drive up at any second and catch us alone, or where King, River, or Saint could find us.
Who am I kidding? The two of us together are dangerous, period. And it won’t take long for someone to find out. We can’t keep doing this and expect it to end well. We need to put a stop to it, but everything she does just feels so good. I stand beside her and trace a finger down her sleeve, leaving a smear of black grease in my wake.
She scowls. “You’re making a mess.”
“Don’t I know it.” I lean down and capture her chin in my thumb and forefinger.
“We shouldn’t.”
“You’re right. We shouldn’t.” I kiss her anyway, my lips finding hers and my tongue pushing inside her mouth. My hands trail down her pristine clothing, ruining the fabric with grease. I lift her skirt, and slide my hand along her thigh to the black lace of her panties. She jerks when I graze my thumb over her clit.
“Know what my favorite color is, Cub?”
“No.” She shakes her head, and I’m surprised I can even form words.
“Pink.” I grin and she spreads her legs wider.
“I’m not ...” She swallows a moan. “I’m not wearing pink panties.”
“I wasn’t talking about your panties.”
I shove her skirt up, so I can see better and she spreads wider. I remove my hand and grip her ankle, tugging her down on the bike. She flails and almost falls over the side. I turn on the bike and she jolts, but she throws her head back, her eyes closed and a sinful smile on her face, no doubt enjoying that delicious rumble between her legs. I thought the ride home from Justin’s party was pure, delicious torture, but this? This is so much better. Her ass on my bike, my hands on her body, ruining her expensive, designer clothing with my greasy fingers, coaxing pleasure from her alongside the vibrations from the powerful engine. I rev the throttle, and she gasps as the engine purrs. “Oh, God.”
“I never took you as a sucker for a beast between your legs.”
She sits up and uses the edge of the seat to take her all the way, grinding her hips against the hard seam of the leather. I can’t take my eyes off her as I rev the throttle over and over.
Her whole body convulses as her hands grip mine on the handlebars and she cries out and slumps forward. Scout laughs as she sits up. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes glitter like diamonds.
I’m hard as stone, and she licks her lips as she reaches out to stroke me through my jeans.
The automatic garage door buzzes and begins to open.
“Shit.” Scout shrieks and climbs off the bike.
Nav drives his Hummer into the large space and I run a hand through my hair and school my features into a bored expression as he gets out of the truck.
“Hey, baby. I didn’t know you’d be here waiting for me.”
“Well, I was, but you took too long.” She pouts and skips out of the way when he tries to kiss her. He can probably smell her arousal in the air, because I sure as hell can.
“But I’m here now.”
“Sorry, I have to change before I meet Nova.”
He rubs his fingers together. “You’re covered in grease.”
She shrugs. “I was helping.”
His brows practically fly off his damn forehead. “You and Lev were working together?”
“Well, I had to do something to fill my time.”
“Then how ’bout you cancel with Nova and come hang out with me in my room?” He presses his lips to her hair and inhales. “Mmm, you smell good.”
If he keeps talking, I’m going to fucking rip his goddamn head off.
Cub darts her gaze to mine and then slips out of his grasp. “Sorry, hoes before bros.”
“Tease,” he whispers, just loud enough for the entire goddamn house to hear. “Will you come over later?”
“Can’t. It’s an all-night thing.”
“When are we making time for an all-night thing?”
“Would you even know what to do on a sleepover?” I say, just a hint of malice in my voice because he’s talking about fucking the girl whose pussy juices are still smeared all over my motorcycle.
“Shut the fuck up,” Nav says. He doesn’t focus on me for long. His attention is right back on Scout. And why wouldn’t it be? She is where my eyes stray every time we share a room.
He kisses the tip of her nose, and her lips. She doesn’t open her mouth, and I thank Satan for that because I might have actually committed fratricide if he’d shoved his tongue down her throat in front of me.
Scout skips away and darts out through the garage door. We both watch her go—him none the wiser, and me quietly chuckling to myself because my douchebag brother has no idea I’ve been claiming what’s mine every chance I get for the last month.
“What the fuck were you doing, Lev?” Nav says, focusing on me, and for a beat I think I’ve just jinxed myself, but he rolls his eyes at my blank expression and pulls his football gear from the front seat. “I could hear your engine revving all the way down the street. Dad’s gonna be so pissed at you when he finds out.”
He’s right. Dad’s gonna tear me a new asshole, but it was so worth it. Now just imagine what he’d do if he knew I was making your girlfriend come whilst providing the street with that noise pollution. Worth every fucking punch.