“Fuck you, Clermont.” Lucas pulled me closer to him, and I let him. I had no idea why he was so angry over me being out here with Beck. Why he was so protective.
Lucas barely knew me, but we were family. Even if we didn’t know each other yet, he was all I had.
And he wanted me nowhere near Beck Clermont.
Clermont. Beck Clermont. As in Clermont Bay.
As in the family, this town and everything inside it was named after.
“Let’s not compare whore sisters.”
Beck lunged toward Lucas, but whoever the guy was that came with Lucas stepped in his way.
“Fucking move, Ben,” Beck growled at him, but Ben stood his ground.
“That’s not happening. We have summer training tomorrow.”
I turned away from all of them and moved down the beach. I didn’t want to hear another word of what either of them had to say. I felt so humiliated and dirty, and I wanted to get away from them as fast as I could.
I wanted to jump in the ocean and wash away his words and his touch and the way the taste of him still lingered in my mouth.
“Don’t go near her again.” Lucas was as mad as Beck, and I was suddenly thankful that he was here. Even if him being here had ruined everything, I didn’t want to give Beck another second of myself.
He had more than I should have allowed already.
“I’ll go near her if I want to.” Beck’s reply stopped me in my tracks. “There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me. If I want to fuck her, I will.”
I turned back to look at him. He was out of his damn mind.
“I could have fucked her right here on this beach if I had wanted to. I hadn’t realized your sister would be as fucking desperate as you are.”
I started toward him. I wanted to rage, to slam my fist against his chest, to demand he stop talking about me as if I wasn’t right there, but Lucas was already beside me. He pulled me away from Beck and his evil fucking laugh that echoed behind me.
He was wrong. I would have never let him do that. I wasn’t desperate or a whore, and I refused to be treated like one simply because I let some asshole kiss me on the beach. Because I had practically begged for it with my body.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I yelled over Lucas’s shoulder, and Beck’s anger finally morphed into a smile. This one was nothing like the others he had given me earlier. Nothing about him was anything like that guy.
This was the real Beck Clermont, and I didn’t like anything about him.
“I can’t fucking wait, princess.”
Chapter Two
Beck
What the fuck was I thinking?
I had no idea who the hell she was when I stepped out onto the quiet beach. Parties in this town were shit most of the time, sometimes they served their purpose of getting laid, but if I turned up, it was for a reason. And when the people at these parties annoyed the hell out of me, I went to the beach. It was my place. My escape, my solitude, mine. The warm sand and damp ocean air. Mine. I had claimed it as my own long before she ever stepped foot on it, and now it was tainted with her.
The salty air reminded me of her hair whipping around in the strong breeze, the damn rocks made me crave the feeling of her hand in mine, and the spray of the ocean hitting my lips set my fucking soul on fire with thoughts of devouring that pretty little mouth of hers.
If I had known who she was, I would have sent her ass packing the moment I found her sitting there. If I had known she was related to that piece of shit, I wouldn’t have given her a second glance.
But I hadn’t known. And she was so damn gorgeous. Even in my anger, I could admit that. Her long brown hair was full and fell just below her breasts. Those were perfect too, along with her ass, but it was her deep brown eyes that I couldn’t seem to forget.
There was a smattering of freckles across her nose that made her look so innocent. She looked so pure and sweet, and nothing like her fucking stepbrother. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw the similarities between her and her father.
I knew of Joseph Vos. Everyone in this town did, and I hated him as much as I hated his stepson.
And Jesus Christ, seeing Lucas act like he was some sort of fucking savior was beyond a joke. He was as far from a savior as I was a virgin.
The Lucas I knew was the most self-centered asshole. I hadn’t realized that before, but I knew that now.
I knew that with a certainty that I wish I didn’t.
The thought of him caring for her felt almost as shocking as knowing she was his sister. Lucas had never mentioned having a sister before, and I most certainly had not heard Mr. Vos talk of a daughter. I would have remembered it if I had.
I used to consider Lucas my friend, but just thinking of his betrayal made my stomach ache and my hands dig into my chair.
Josie was a Vos.
That was the only thing I needed to know.
It didn’t matter that she was gorgeous or even a bit charming. It didn’t matter that I had wanted to fuck her the moment her soft lips touched mine.
She had looked up at me like she wanted me, like she didn’t even care or know who my family was, but that was all a lie.
The only look I cared about now was the one she had given me when she left. She was so angry, her face had fallen, and she looked like she hated me as much as I hated her.
Good.
I wanted her to hate me.
I wanted to ruin her and her smug fucking brother. But most of all, I wanted to ruin her damn father, who thought he was untouchable.
He was the one who kept Lucas protected from what he did. He had money and power, and he wielded it like a sword.
It didn’t matter that my father had the same advantages. He would never allow me to get away with what Lucas had.
I looked over the people still drinking and trying to get laid, and I clicked on my phone. I searched her name on Instagram, and she quickly pulled up. She only had a few followers, and I found Lucas’s name at the very top.
I clicked off her followers and scrolled through her photos. She was gorgeous in all of them, and that only served to piss me off. There were no pictures of anyone else. Not Lucas, not her dad, not any sort of boyfriend.
“What was that about?” Cami sat down on my lap, and I quickly tucked my phone in my pocket.
“What?”
“That.” She waved her hand toward the door Lucas had left through only moments before. I had followed him back to the house as he had stormed down the beach with Josie’s hand in his. She had jerked her hand from his as soon as their house came back into view, and she disappeared through the gate as if she had never been there at all.
Lucas kept walking though. His expensive car and his stupid friends were still back at that party. But every bit of the party was forgotten to him as he jerked his keys from his pocket and stormed out the front.
I was thankful. I didn’t have any more energy to give Lucas tonight.
He was pissed and everyone knew it, but I didn’t give a shit what they knew. I didn’t care if they thought I fucked his sister out on that dark beach like she was nothing but a whore.
Cami ran her fingers through my hair, and I pressed the back of my head against the chair and looked up at her. I used to feel something when I looked at her. There used to be a rush of attraction and the thrill of thinking about what she would do with her mouth.