But those feelings were gone. The urge to push her away from me was overwhelming.
“That girl.” There was a tone of jealousy in her voice, but I knew it was all for show. Cami didn’t care about me. She didn’t care for much of anything but herself. But that wasn’t really fair. She had cared for Frankie after everything happened. When no one else was there, she had been the one my sister could turn to.
Because Frankie had refused to turn to me.
“That’s Lucas’s sister.”
Her eyes rounded in shock. “What?”
I tightened my hand around her waist and tried to make the feel of her body make me forget the feel of Josie’s.
“I didn’t know he had a sister.”
“Neither did I.”
Her gaze snapped to mine at my tone. Cami knew how much I hated Lucas. She knew what kind of toll it took on me to even be in the same room as him.
“What happened with her?”
“Nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing.”
My hand tightened further, and I wanted to throw Cami from my lap. She had no right to judge me or act like a jealous girlfriend. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought or what we made them believe.
The two of us knew where we stood.
The two of us together had been unstoppable. No one ever fucked with us, but I still had the freedom to fuck whoever I wanted.
Cami pretended we were still more than what we were, and I let her. She used me to keep her freedom from her parents who would never approve of the real choices she was making, and I had used her to make my sister feel like she was alive again.
We had both needed each other once upon a time, and that need had morphed into something different. Cami was using me to hide her secrets, and I was now using her for her perfect pink mouth.
It was the best of both worlds for me. I got to be with Cami or any other girl I wanted, and no one had any real expectations from me. None of them were expecting a Prince Charming, thank fuck, because I wouldn’t give that to any of them.
Not even Cami.
“Did something happen between you all?” She smiled as another girl walked by us and toyed with the chain around my neck.
“Nothing worth noting.”
“So, I shouldn’t be worried about this?” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. “You’re shaking, you’re so angry.”
She was right. I was. My grip on her and the arm of the couch was brutal and bruising, but I felt like I couldn’t relax.
“I’m going to destroy her.” I was honest with Cami for the first time in a long time.
“His sister?” She searched my eyes, and her blue ones didn’t seem nearly as vibrant as they used to.
“It seems only fair, right?” I cocked my head and moved my hand farther up her side. Cami had the most amazing tits.
“This isn’t a good idea.” She shook her head, but she wouldn’t be able to talk me out of it. I had stopped listening to what Cami said the moment I found out her secrets.
“I don’t need your approval.”
Her body jolted under my hand, and I knew that I had hurt her. But right now, I didn’t care. “I know you don’t.”
She stood from my lap and reached her hand out for mine. “Let me take the edge off.”
I thought about telling her no, but she was right. I needed this. I needed to stop thinking about Josie Vos and let Cami make me remember who I was.
I let her pull me into a bedroom, and I grinned as one of the guys catcalled. These people were far too easy to impress. They thought because I had Cami on my arm and in my bedroom, I was some sort of god.
I was a Clermont, and I was fucking the girl they all wanted, and they fucking worshipped me for it.
I closed the door behind me, and Cami dropped to her knees. There was no build-up. No pretending this wasn’t exactly what it was.
She opened the button of my jeans and pulled down my zipper with deft hands. Cami knew what she was doing, and I buried my hand in her hair as I watched her pull me into her mouth.
I was so fucking hard, and I couldn’t control myself as I tightened my hands and slammed into the back of her throat. Her mouth felt so good, her lips wrapped perfectly around my cock, and she stared up at me in a way that used to fuel me.
But now all I could think about were those brown eyes of Josie’s. I imagined what she would look like beneath me, how her hair would feel grasped in my hands. I slammed into her mouth over and over, and I didn’t stop when her hands dug into my thighs or I felt the back of her throat spasm as she gagged.
I was already too far gone, and all I could see was her. Cami was the farthest thing from my mind, and I knew that should have made me feel guilty. But I had no room for guilt.
I was too overtaken with the urge to fuck Josie out of my mind. I wanted to destroy her and her family, and her daddy’s perfect reputation. I wanted to make him feel what it was like to have someone else ruin something that belonged to you.
I wanted to tarnish her and mark her in a way that she would never forget.
She had just been a beautiful girl that I had found on the beach less than an hour ago, but she wasn’t any of that now.
She was the girl I would ruin.
She had tasted so damn sweet out on that beach, but I knew it was all a lie. The taste of her, the feel of her under my fingers, the way she looked up at me like she had been craving my kiss as much as I had wanted hers.
She was nothing more than my revenge, and I came in Cami’s mouth with her name on my lips.
Chapter Three
Josie
It had been a week since I first arrived in Clermont Bay.
A week since my run-in with Beck.
That was what I was calling it. A run-in. I wouldn’t give it any more power than that. Even though I had thought about it every single day.
Lucas huffed, and I looked over at him as he drove down the road that wound along the beach.
“What’s wrong?” I had no idea why I asked because I already knew the answer. He was driving me to my first day at my new job, and he was one hundred percent against it.
Lucas and I had been spending time together over the past week, and I knew his feelings on the job.
“Nothing.” He shook his head as the country club came into view.
I knew that he felt the same way my dad did about my job. Neither of them thought I needed to work, but I did.
I wasn’t like Lucas.
I couldn’t rely on my father.
Due to being my guardian and me being only seventeen, he held my mom’s life insurance policy and our house until the day I turned eighteen, and as much as I wanted to allow myself to, I didn’t trust him to take care of me. He didn’t when I needed him before, and I knew I couldn’t trust him to do so now.
And my father was a man who wielded his power like a weapon. I knew that from experience, and I couldn’t imagine what he could do with the things that belonged to me.
I didn’t want to be here forever. I wanted to leave this town and go back to Utah. I wanted to smell the warm vanilla of my mother’s house, and stare at the bright yellow walls I didn’t appreciate until now.
My heart ached just thinking about the house sitting there with no sounds of laughter echoing off the walls and none of the smells of my mother’s chaotic cooking.