Desires | The Complete Set: Explicit romance (Vanguard Prep dark romance Book 4), page 1
DESIRES BOX SET
HAILEY JAY
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For all the good girls.
CONTENTS
Forbidden Desires
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Desperate Desires
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Devious Desires
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
ABOUT
Reader warning: This book is the smut your mother
warned you about. *you’re welcome*
FORBIDDEN DESIRES
CHAPTER ONE
OLIVIA
It shouldn't have surprised Olivia that Mason had somehow gotten access to the school's intercom. No one was immune to that boy's charm–not even Vanguard Prep’s prickly office lady.
"Olivia Astor-du Pont, where are you baby?" His cocky voice echoed down the hallways, and Olivia's best friend Emilie squealed as a sea of students parted around them.
Olivia paid no heed to the giggling and whispering. She was used to being stared at and talked about–it came with the territory of being Vanguard Prep's reigning queen.
"Livvy! I knew he'd make his prom proposal amazing!" Emilie spun to face Olivia, glossy hair swinging over her shoulder. "Half the girls in this school have just creamed their pants hearing your man's voice."
Olivia rolled her eyes. Not that Emilie was wrong–Mason had most of the school's female population swooning over him. And probably half the boys, too. And those who weren't lusting after Mason's trademark smirk? They were in love with his broody identical twin, Logan.
A commotion at the end of the hallway caught her attention, and she shivered in anticipation as the pounding of football boots preceded the entire football team descending the stairs like Viking warriors.
"Baby, my boys are coming to get you," Mason warned over the intercom. "I hope you're ready."
Students screamed and scattered, the advancing wall of muscle made all the more intimidating by the deep bass of their chanting. Olivia could feel the reverberation of their approach in her bones, and heat flooded her pussy.
What was it about being prey that turned her on so much? There was something wrong with her, for sure.
And then the players were upon her, Logan's predatory gaze rooting her to the spot as he stopped inches from trampling her. His chest was heaving and a sheen of sweat highlighted the impossible perfection of his features.
He was the mirror image of Mason, and even their mother struggled to tell them apart. Not Olivia. Even blindfolded she could tell the difference between the brothers. It was a feeling, an innate knowing, that differentiated between the two.
"You're going up," Logan growled. Olivia only just had time to throw her book bag to Emilie before his thickly corded arms were wrapping around her waist and she was being hoisted over his shoulder.
The rest of the players hooted and hollered, following Logan as he strode to the senior quad. All Olivia could see was Logan's tight ass, and she knew her own butt was on display. Luckily she was already wearing her cheer uniform, which included shorties.
As though he'd read her thoughts, Logan's proprietary hand smoothed her skirt over her ass, and she grinned. She may have been his twin's girlfriend, but that didn't stop Logan from acting territorial over her.
When he finally put her on her feet–holding a hand against her back to steady her–Olivia took a moment to catch her breath. A crowd had gathered in the grassy quad and they cheered when they caught sight of her.
Mason was standing on an outdoor table–holding an enormous bouquet of exotic blooms–with the school's entire marching band fanned out behind him.
A bubble of laughter escaped Olivia. It was just like her over-the-top extravagant boyfriend to create a spectacle. She blew him a kiss.
"Baby." He raised an eyebrow. "You gonna go to prom with me?" The question was a formality–he was confident in her answer. And so he should be. They'd been dating since they were sophomores.
"I don't know... you gonna give me those flowers?" The warmth of Logan's hand fell away as she stepped toward Mason, biting her bottom lip playfully.
“I’d give you the world, and you know it.” His voice had gotten huskier, and his eyes were only for her. She could tell he'd forgotten about their audience, intent only on devouring her.
In answer, she threw herself into his arms as the marching band struck up a jaunty tune, drowning out everyone else around them.
Her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands grabbed her ass as they breathed each other in. It was just her and the boy she'd known since they were toddlers, causing havoc at the elite daycare they frequented when not with their nannies.
"Forever," he whispered.
"And ever," she answered.
His lips crashed down on hers, stealing her breath and all rational thought. He sucked on her full lower lip and she parted her mouth, allowing him to thrust with his tongue. She gave as well as she took, her tongue fighting his for dominance until she surrendered, winding her hands into his silky hair and whimpering.
She was aching. She rubbed her core shamelessly against his stomach, needing friction, needing something, needing anything.
He nipped teasingly at her before pulling away.
"Want to go to our place?"
Olivia was nodding before he'd even finished asking. Whatever she had next period–trig? English lit?–could wait. Her need for Mason couldn't.
Mason let her slip down the front of his body–past the obvious bulge of his erection–and took her hand, slipping into the fray of students surrounding them.
They ran around the side of the academy's science block and into a lush, secret garden dominated by fragrant roses.
"Hey, where are my flowers?" Olivia tugged on his hand. Somewhere along the way, he'd ditched the bouquet.
"Logan has them." Mason plucked at a rosebush and then held his fist above her head, letting petals shower down on her. She tipped her face upward, giggling as they landed on her nose and cheeks.
"Fuuuuck," Mason cursed. "I wish we had more time."
"Since when do you care about skipping class?"
"Since Davenport has been on my back. I haven't broken him in yet."
Olivia sighed. Their new headmaster was still under the illusion he had some say over what went on at Vanguard Prep.
"So you're not going to ravish me under the roses?" She pouted.
"Oh, I'm going to ravish you, alright," Mason promised thickly. "I'm going to finger fuck your sweet cunt until you're screaming my name. And then I'm going to let you go back to class with your panties all wet from how much you want me."
Desire throbbed between Olivia's thighs and she sucked in a deep breath as Mason loomed over her, one arm bracketing her waist while he shoved a hand roughly into her shorties, forcing her legs apart as he cupped her pussy.
"So wet already," he praised, squeezing her sensitive flesh tenderly. "You want to ride my hand, baby? Or are you gonna let me fuck you?"
"Fuck me," she gasped, biting into the firm flesh of his chest. "Fuck me so hard."
"I love when you beg, my pretty baby."
His thick finger stroked along her folds, and then he was knuckle-deep in her pussy–one finger, and then two. She clenched around the intrusion, luxuriating in the fullness as he began pumping inside her. His thumb began working her clit and the punishing rhythm of his thrusts lifted her onto the tips of her toes.
She groaned, the tension of her impending release unbearable. Sensing her need, he increased the intensity of his ministrations until she was seeing stars. All she could do was cling to him as wave after wave of her orgasm crested and washed over her, leaving her boneless.
Holding her to him, he withdrew his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth.
"You taste so good, baby."
LOGAN
Watching his twin slip away from the crowd, hand entwined with Olivia’s, a familiar ache thrummed in Logan’s chest. Mason may have claimed Olivia, but it didn’t mean she was all his.
Not when Olivia felt the connection between them, too. It was in the secret smiles she sent his way, in the way her gaze would linger.
She might be sharing kisses with his brother right now, but he knew she knew her first kiss had been with him, not Mason. That rainy afternoon when they were fourteen, cocooned under blankets in the den, it was his lips that had stolen her innocence; tender and frantic and with a fervency he still dreamt of.
His grip on the bouquet was bruising the petals, and he took a breath, unclenching his fist.
“Yo, Logan! We’re heading inside,” called one of his teammates.
Logan lifted his chin in acknowledgement and made his way to Olivia’s locker, aware of the students attempt
It was aggravating when they forgot he wasn’t the easy-going twin.
Their affluent prep school operated on financial status–not academic merit–and the stupidity he had to deal with on a daily basis was an unending source of frustration.
Knowing the combination to Olivia’s locker was a privilege she’d given both Mason and Logan, and when he opened it to stuff the flowers inside, his eye caught on the photo of an incandescent Olivia. She was grinning widely, looking tiny tucked between him and Mason.
The ache intensified.
It’s not that he wanted to take her from his brother.
He loved Mason, fiercely. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. They’d been inseparable since the womb and shared everything.
Except Olivia.
The feel of her over his shoulder as he’d carried her out to the quad had given him immediate wood, heightening all his senses and causing his blood to run hot.
The silky skin of her legs, her breathy gasps and the way her hands had clung to him.
He groaned, low and primal.
Closing the locker, he leant his forehead against the cool metal, hopeless to banish the lust that coursed through him. Olivia was a disease he never wanted to recover from.
The bell for class rang, and Logan closed his eyes, contemplating skipping. Olivia was in his trig class, but he doubted she’d show. Not with the feral way Mason had looked at her.
He’d be balls deep in her sweet pussy right now, making her see stars as she called out his name.
“Hey,” a soft voice said at his side. He turned his head to see Belinda, a blonde cheerleader who’d been trying to gain his attention all senior year.
“Binny, hey.” He swallowed. His voice was hoarse with the want he couldn’t shake.
“You feeling okay?” She cocked her head, pretty blue eyes studying him with concern.
He pushed off the locker and straightened, his height causing Belinda to look up at him. She chewed on her lower lip and Logan had the sudden urge to find out what those lips would look like wrapped around his dick.
It wouldn’t take much. He could tip his chin and take her hand, and she’d follow willingly. Eagerly. No questions asked.
The second bell rang, a warning.
His eyes held Belinda’s as he contemplated his next move.
The idea of Belinda, rough tiles of the locker room harsh on her knees, fingers fumbling to free his cock, and then tonguing the pre-cum from his tip… yeah, it was tempting.
But then she’d be expecting the big prom-posal, too. And he wasn’t jerk enough to use her and leave her hoping.
Was he?
“Logan, Binny. Hey.” Olivia appeared beside them, deliciously flushed and out of breath. “Was that first or second bell?”
“Second,” Belinda answered, sighing. “I need to get to the art studio. I’ll see you later.”
She hesitated for the briefest of moments, as though giving Logan one last chance.
But she’d been eclipsed the second Logan had set sights on his twin’s girlfriend. He stepped to the side as Olivia opened her locker, taking out her necessary books.
“Thanks for taking my bouquet,” she said, turning to him. “My locker smells incredible.”
Logan’s nostrils flared, but it wasn’t the flowers he was scenting. It was the warm musk of Olivia’s arousal. He swallowed roughly. The knowledge that she was wearing panties smeared with her own cream was enough to make him lose all reason.
Without thinking, he crowded her back against her closed locker, his palms smacking into the metal either side of her head as he caged her in.
“Logan?” She wasn’t afraid of him. But her eyes told him she was afraid of how he made her feel. Wild. Uncontrollable.
He didn’t answer her. Couldn’t. He dipped his head and ran his nose down the slender column of her neck, breathing in the heady aroma of her sun-kissed skin.
And she angled her head back, allowing him access with a barely-there moan.
He shifted his body closer, moving a thigh between her legs and pressing their torsos together. Revelling in the crush of her lush tits against his chest.
A growl reverberated through him. He wanted to bite her. Mark her. Claim her.
“Jesus, you two!” Emilie was tugging at Olivia’s hand, jolting Logan from the primal fog that had consumed him. “We’re going to be late.”
Snapped back to reality, Olivia raised a hand to her mouth, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She began following Emilie, unable–or unwilling–to raise her eyes to meet his.
Wordlessly, he started after them.
“Mase, what are you doing? Don’t you have class on the eastern side?”
Of course. Emilie had caught them sharing an intimate moment and assumed he was Mason.
She wasn’t the first to confuse him with his brother, and she wouldn’t be the last.
He stopped walking. Fuck this.
He was going to find Belinda.
CHAPTER TWO
OLIVIA
She was bad. So bad.
What girl in her right mind would lust after her boyfriend’s twin brother?
Olivia wanted to bury her head in her arms on her desk, but knew that would be an invitation for the teacher to call on her for an answer she wouldn’t know.
“You okay?” Emilie whispered from the desk beside her.
Straightening her shoulders, Olivia nodded, forcing a perky smile. She needed to pull herself together and forget about how Logan had just wrecked her with his little stunt at her locker.
Although, if she were being honest, it was more than a stunt. It was just as much a natural reaction in her as it was in him. They were drawn together.
They always had been.
That was why it was so confusing. Mason and Logan were two very distinct people, but she wanted them equally. Both of them. Which was impossible, obviously.
And now, between Mason cutting short their time in the rose garden, and then Logan losing control, she was vibrating with an intense need that made sitting in this classroom an epic feat.
No wonder Emilie was asking if she was okay. She probably looked as wired as she felt.
The class droned on, Olivia spending all her concentration on not thinking about the way she’d arched her back and tilted her head, inviting Logan to ravish her. Or the memory of his thick thigh pressing between her own… she’d been seconds away from grinding on him, for God’s sake.
She shot out of her seat the moment the bell to end class sounded, unable to sit still a moment longer. As she gathered her books, her cell chimed with a message.
MASON
Logan gave me the heads up that I needed to take care of our girl 😉
OLIVIA
‘Our’ girl? And why are you talking to Logan about me?
MASON
Do you, or do you not, need my cock deep inside you?
OLIVIA
I thought you were busy with Davenport?
MASON
I can’t have you walking around unsatisfied, baby. Davenport can wait.
Mortified–and secretly a little thrilled–at the ‘our girl’ comment, Olivia couldn’t think straight.
“Girl, what is with you?” Emilie jostled at her elbow, walking the two of them out of the classroom as Olivia hastily messaged Mason back, arranging to meet in the theatre club’s costume room.
“Nothing Mase can’t fix.” Shoving her cell into her bag, Olivia winked at her friend.
Emilie sighed. “Are you ever going to hook me up with Logan?”
“Not a chance,” Olivia laughed. “You’d treat him mean to keep him keen and then break his heart. I know you.”
