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  “What? I can’t help it if I can’t keep my hands off you.”

  “Please, for the love of the brotherhood ... try.” Saint grins.

  Lev sits opposite me in the hot tub, and his eyes flash with anger as he raises his whiskey bottle. “I’ll drink to that.”

  I scowl and flip him off; to Nav, I say, “I have to get out. I’m hot.”

  “I know,” he whispers before biting down on my earlobe. I close my eyes and lean into his messy kisses on my neck and shoulder.

  “Annnd that’s my night ruined,” Saint grumbles as he stands and dives from the hot tub into the pool. Lev follows suit and I open my eyes to find King staring at us.

  “Not me. I like to watch.”

  I chuckle, because you can always trust King to ruin the mood and take it to a level that’s one-hundred percent wrong. “Eww. You’re such a creeper, King.”

  “You can take the player out of the ’hood,” Blythe says, and King just smiles at her. She’s the only person on earth he’d let get away with making inappropriate references to his background, but then, Blythe and King share a closeness that not even Nav and I can touch.

  “Yeah, like I’d ever let you watch.” Nav growls. “If I so much as catch you staring at my extremely hot”—he punctuates the words with another bite, this one to my neck— “girlfriend, I’ll beat your fuckin’ head in.”

  River who’s been in the pool with Nova, Violet, Justin, and several others, darts his gaze to us, but it’s not the first time I’ve noticed his eyes lingering on me. I glance at the partygoers. Several sets of eyes study Nav and me. We are the most popular couple in school, after all, but with the way Nav is kissing me, my skimpy bikini, and his strong hands on my body, I suddenly feel more exposed than ever.

  I stand abruptly. “I need a shower.”

  “I’ll come—”

  “No,” I say too sharply and bend over to kiss the quarterback. “Stay. A girl needs a breather from your golden arm every once in a while.”

  I’m not exactly lying. Two hours in the hot tub with The Royals, combined with too much alcohol, is more than any mortal girl can handle.

  They may be polar opposites in personality, but to look at, the twins are identical. That means twice the abs, the strong thighs, the pecs large enough for a girl to lay her head on, and twice the arm porn. It also means twice that gorgeous face. As much as I hate to admit it, Lev may even be just a hint prettier, like his scars and inner asshole gives him an edge that makes girls everywhere do stupid things.

  Why do good girls always want bad boys?

  Ha. The term should never be directed at me.

  I’ve never been a good girl.

  I’m vicious. Rotten right to the core, and that’s just the way I like it.

  Why bother changing now?

  I make my way across the yard to Fox Manor and let myself in. The lights are out, no doubt to ward away any stray teen couples looking for a quiet place inside to hook up. Nav’s dad and wicked stepmother are rarely here. Mr. Fox prefers the comfort of a hotel suite in New York than the home he shared with his ex-wife and children, but the house is always off-limits when it comes to Fox parties.

  The pool is far enough from the mansion that no one bothers to walk those three yards, anyway. Couples looking for somewhere to have sex usually slip through the hedges and spill onto our property, or they just visit the pool house if they’re feeling adventurous.

  I enter the darkened kitchen, grab a glass from the cabinet and fill it with cool spring water from the dispenser built into the fridge.

  This bitch is thirsty. In more ways than one.

  I swallow the liquid and press the glass to the hollow between my breasts, gasping as the icy condensation trickles over my hot flesh. As if my body called to him like a siren, Nav—fresh out of the tub and dripping all over the floor—stands behind me.

  I refill my glass and sip the cool liquid as he trails a finger down my spine. I shiver, his warm touch so familiar, so knowledgeable about what makes me hot. He crowds me, forcing me up against the stainless-steel refrigerator. I set the glass on the counter before I drop it, and press my palms against the metal. My nipples pucker against the cool surface, but I’m liquid heat everywhere else. And when he lowers his mouth to my neck and tastes my flesh, I’m on fire. His hands wrap around my body and slip beneath my bikini top. His touch is rough, his palm covering my breast as his fingers sink into my flesh. His need and mine are palpable. You can feel it in the air, an electrical charge, a snapped telegraph wire during a summer storm, sparking and dancing against the wet blacktop.

  His hands travel from my breasts down my abdomen, and tease my waistband. I grab his hand and guide it into my bikini, relishing the heat of his body and his kisses on my neck.

  “Make me come, please?”

  He slides his fingers over my clit and pushes inside. I inhale sharply, because he’s never been this rough. It hurts, but it feels good too. Nav isn’t this forthright in bed—or in his kitchen, as the case may be—he’s always so afraid of breaking me.

  Maybe I need to get him drunk more often.

  He pumps his fingers in and out of me. My body is on fire. My hips rock back into his erection at my ass, and his hands don’t stop until I’m clamping down around him and he’s milking my orgasm from his long fingers.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

  Just when I think I can’t possibly come any longer, his thumb flicks my clit and I come again, crying out as I slam my palm into the fridge.

  I don’t care if the others can hear us. I don’t care if it wakes his housekeeper. I don’t care if the whole fucking neighborhood can hear.

  Nav covers my mouth with his free hand. Apparently, he cares about the noise I’m making.

  He grinds his erection against my ass and I lean into it, wondering, not for the first time, what it would be like to just give him access to me completely. Every orifice, every inch of my skin laid bare and his for the taking.

  I want that. I want it so much, I’m not sure what the hell I’ve been waiting for all this time.

  I open my mouth against his hand, and he loosens his hold. I take his finger inside and suck. He groans in my ear.

  “I want you,” I whisper. “I want you inside me.”

  His hands slip from my body and I turn to face him. A smug smile creeps across his face.

  “Aww, Cub,” Lev whispers. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Shock and disgust slam into me. Golden eyes bore into mine. The wicked glint sets my teeth on edge. “I hate you,” I seethe.

  Hate doesn’t begin to cover what I feel for Lev Fox.

  “You sure about that? Because your pussy says differently.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Yeah, fuck me,” he whispers, his tone so deep and so full of lust that my head spins.

  I slap him, hard. The sound rings through the room but he doesn’t flinch. I raise my arm again, but he grabs my wrist, his fingers digging into my flesh. “You get one free hit, Cub. The rest will cost you.”

  “Cost me what?” I sneer.

  “A taste, a kiss, and a long, hard fuck.”

  I narrow my eyes and glare, but I can’t hide my desire, or the way my core tightens when he says, “Fuck.”

  I lift my hand again, Lev’s eyes dare me to hit him, but his lips are on mine before I can. I open for him, driving my tongue in his mouth just as fiercely as he drives his tongue into mine. Stroke for stroke, touch for touch, we meet each other’s intensity.

  He lifts me, his hands kneading my ass. I wrap my legs tightly around his hips, sliding my pussy against his wet swim trunks, wishing all of this fabric wasn’t between us. I tug at his hair. He grips my ass, rocking me against his erection. He sweeps the cookie jar aside. It clangs to the floor, the ceramic shattering as he deposits me on the bench.

  He yanks open his shorts, and pulls his hard cock free. I don’t even have time to glance at it before he slips my bikini aside and shoves into me. I cry
out, in pain, in pleasure. The two are so closely intertwined. Just like hate and love, love and hate.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groans, his breath skating the shell of my ear. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Cub.”

  I moan, “Shut up. Shut up and just fuck me.”

  His dark chuckle wraps around me like a shroud. In it, I hear the bitterness, the promise of torment, the hate. ’Round and around we go, an endless ride of anger, hate, pain, and desire. We’re too much alike. We’re the same, he and I. Maybe that’s why we loathe one another—because we’re kindred spirits. We’re the same person. And we won’t yield until we’ve burned everything we love to the ground.

  Lev slams against me, into me, causing the breath to catch in my lungs. I choke down my cries. Can’t have him using them as ammunition against me. A whimper escapes me anyway. Heat builds in my core, and I forget our little games, I forget the tally, and keeping score, and who has the most points. I forget everything. Everything I am, everything I put forward to the world. I forget that inside I’m jealous and vulnerable, and insecure, because I’ve never been so alive, so fulfilled, so complete.

  I am animal. I am heat ... and I am all his.

  “That’s it, Cub. Come on my cock.” He fists his hands in my hair and tilts my head back. With his hands and cock claiming me and his words adding fuel to the inferno, I let go. I clamp around him, drawing him deeper with every contraction, and I come harder than I ever have.

  I scratch and claw, sinking my nails into his flesh, marking him so that other girls will know to whom he belongs.

  His teeth sink into my neck, not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough that I’ll feel it for many nights to come as he jerks and spills his release inside me. Lev’s heavy pants are music to my ears as much as they’re nails on a chalkboard.

  “Get off me,” I whisper.

  Lev pulls back, studying my face. His eyes narrow, and the hatred and loathing I feel is reflected in his gaze.

  “You gonna run to my brother’s bed now?” He smirks, deliberately flexing his cock, as if I could forget he’s still inside me. “Let him have my sloppy seconds?”

  “Fuck you!” I shove him, ignoring the fire that sparks low in my belly when he slips free of my body.

  “Been there, done that.” He strokes his hard length and tucks it inside his shorts. “Though I’m ready to go again when you are.”

  “This will never happen again.” I scoot off the counter and glare up at him. “This was a mistake.”

  “Funny, it didn’t feel like a mistake.” He backs me up against the fridge, his hand caressing my throat. “Who’s better at giving you what you want? Who’s the better lay, Cub? You don’t have to answer; I can see it on your face. You’re not done here. Even now, your eyes are begging me to fuck your pretty little brains out.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, really.”

  “Well, in case you’re hard of hearing, I’ll say it once more. This is never happening again. And as for the difference between you and Nav, I wouldn’t know. I’ve never slept with your brother, or anyone else for that matter.”

  He blinks, long and slow, and then his eyes swirl with anger and defeat. “What?”

  Check. Mate.

  “You took my first kiss, my first orgasm, just like you took my virginity on your kitchen counter ... with your twin brother outside.”

  “Scout—”

  “I guess you’re collecting all my firsts, so here’s another. You, Lev Fox, are my first and only regret.”

  I push at his chest, but I don’t have to apply much pressure for him to stagger back. With the look on his face, I bet I could bowl him over with a feather.

  I walk away, up the stairs to the boys’ connecting bathroom, where I shut the doors and climb under the spray of the shower. I might have had the last word, and I may have played him, but who really got played here?

  I lean against the cool tile and ignore Lev’s shouts from behind the door. Several moments later, warm arms wrap around me from behind.

  “Get out.”

  “Scout?” Nav asks, and my tears finally spring free. “Hey, what’s the matter, babe?”

  I can’t answer. I don’t have the words.

  I’m a horrible person.

  Nav has been so good, and so patient with me. He’s never pushed for more. He’s never even asked if I was ready, because he knew I wasn’t, and I just let his twin brother take my virginity on their kitchen counter.

  Navrin turns me to face him, and I sob into his chest. I could count on one hand the times I’ve cried in front of Nav—or anyone, period. It’s a short list.

  “Did my asshole brother say something to you?”

  Say? No. Do? Yeah. Your asshole twin brother just took my virginity. And I let him. I let him. The ball was in my court, and I shot it so hard, and so far over the net that I practically begged him to best me.

  “I’ll fucking kill him,” Nav whispers.

  “No,” I whisper. “It’s not him.”

  It’s not just him. I’m to blame for this mess too. I betrayed myself by letting my enemy kiss me, fuck me, thinking all the while that I had the upper hand. But this hatred between us no longer feels like a game, and if it is, I’m not sure it’s one I want to win.

  “Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying in my shower? Why was he banging on the door? Why didn’t you come get me?”

  “Can’t a girl just have an off day?”

  He frowns because Nav knows as well as I do that I don’t have off days, every day is Scout Fucking Taylor Day in my world, and I’ve worked hard to make it that way.

  Nav cups my cheeks and presses a kiss to my forehead. Then he tucks me in against his chest and lets me cry. It doesn’t matter that we’re naked. He’s sweet and everything that is good about high school boys. He’s the exact opposite of his twin brother, who’s likely reveling in his cleverness right now.

  Oh God. What if Lev tells Saint, King, or River? No. He wouldn’t be that stupid. Nice guy or not, Nav would still kick the shit out of Lev if he found out what had happened between us. It would break Navrin’s heart.

  I will break Nav’s heart, because as much as I loathe his twin brother, a part of me has always desired him too.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Lev

  I’m still wide awake when Nav leaves for his early morning run. I scrub my hands over my face and throw back the covers. Rolling out of bed, I stretch and run a hand over my dick, squeezing my morning wood. When I glance up, Scout is standing in the doorway to the adjoined bathroom staring at me, her mouth slightly agape.

  “Ready for round two, Cub?”

  I don’t know why I said it. Fuck. I haven’t slept all night because I couldn’t get her out of my head, and the way her face falls, her normally glacial stare falters, and her eyes fill with tears shoves my heart into my throat.

  I’m in the bathroom in seconds. She steps back into my brother’s room and grabs the door handle, probably trying to shut me out. But I grab her arm and yank her to me. She smells like him, and I hate it. It burns my veins like acid. I want to rip his T-shirt from her body, but I’ve already hurt her enough.

  “I didn’t know,” I whisper, my words cracking as she blinks back tears. Fuck. I’ve rarely seen her cry. Not since that day when I stole her first kiss. “I didn’t know it was your first time.”

  “Would it have mattered if you did?”

  Would it? I don’t know. If she was mine—if she was with me, I’d like to think I would have made some effort, taken her some place nice, fucked her in a bed instead of on a kitchen counter where anyone—where her boyfriend—could have seen us. I’d like to think that, but I don’t know.

  I don’t bother lying, because she’d see right through it. She always has. “I don’t know.”

  She shakes her head and steps back, closing her eyes. “I hate you so much.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it rings in my ears like a scream. A knot forms in my gut. Scout Taylor does not wear he
r heart on her sleeve. She doesn’t do vulnerable, and neither do I.

  Knowing that I was the one to break her doesn’t bring me the satisfaction I thought it would. It sickens me. It multiplies the self-loathing inside and makes me want to claw out of my own skin.

  I reach for her. I want to pull her close and hold her. Hell, I’d even let her stab me in the back while I held her in my arms if that was what she wanted, but she pulls away. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Scout. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t you dare feel sorry for me.” She hisses and takes a step back.

  “Does he know?”

  “Do you think you’d still be breathing if he did?”

  Yes, actually. I have no doubt who would win if my twin and I came to blows, but that’s beside the point. “Are you going to tell him?”

  “No.”

  “Why not? Seems like a fair trade doesn’t it? Your blood, my blood?”

  She swallows hard and her eyes narrow. My little cub just found her missing claws. The slow, seductive smile she gives is what nightmares are made of.

  “Fair?” She laughs. “Fair would be seeing you fall to your knees and knowing I’d fired the bullets that would end your last breath.”

  She leaves the bathroom, deliberately swaying her hips as she walks, knowing that with one glimpse of that pert little ass through the worn cotton T-shirt, I’d be drooling. “I’m not on birth control, and you didn’t wrap it before you tapped it, so I’m off to the doctor for a pill to make my worst mistake go away.”

  Fuck. She’s right. I didn’t wear a goddamn condom. It didn’t even occur to me until now. What the hell is wrong with me? I never forget to wrap it. “Scout—”

  The door slams in my face and I pound my fist against it. “At least let me take you.”

  “No thanks. Been there, done that. Worst ride ever.”

  Fine. If Cub wants to play rough. I can do rough. I’m Lev Fucking Fox. I invented the chase, but Scarsdale didn’t crown me their Dirty Prince for nothing. When I’m done fucking with little Scout Taylor, she’s going to wish she’d never said no to me, because I always get what I want, and I’ve wanted her for years.