Page 102 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, fucking her with just the tip. “Tell me you’re mine and I’m yours.”

She says nothing. The stubborn little brat makes me work for it, her mouth parting as I slide all the way back in, then out again. I fuck her to the edge, again and again, pulling out just before she comes.

She’s losing her damn mind. “Kai.”

“Say it,” I plead, our heavy breaths mixing together. “I’ll pretend you’re lying if you want me to.”

“Fuck. You asshole,” she growls, grabbing my ass and trying to force me into her. “I’m yours.”

I hum my approval, giving her another slow thrust before pulling out again. “What else?”

She groans loudly. “And you’re mine.”

I grin like a lovesick fool. Even though I know she’s probably only saying it to get me to make her come, I still take it because I’ll take anything I can get from her.

Pushing my dick back inside her, I tangle my fingers in her hair and fuck her hard and deep, making her scream into the crook of my neck as she comes. My damn eyes roll back in my head at the feel of her, my ass clenching as I empty inside her.

“God fucking damn, baby,” I rasp.

Letting go of me, she falls back, limp on the counter. I grab a clean towel and catch the cum leaking out of her pussy, wiping the insides of her thighs before I clean myself. Leaning over her, I lift her head up and search her gaze. She stares at me a moment, but then the smile breaks free, and she drops her head back to hide it. “Shut up.”

I laugh and take her hands in mine, looking up at the door when Wren walks through it. Hailey jumps and sits up fast. The only thing hiding her bare pussy from view is me between her legs as she looks around over her shoulder. Wren’s standing just inside the door, looking anywhere but at her as he runs his hand over the back of his neck.

“Wren!”

“I didn’t see anything,” he assures her. “Wyatt’s still outside. Said he left his phone in the kitchen. I told him he had to wait a while.”

Hailey’s face falls. “How long ago was that?”

“About a half hour.”

“Jesus Christ,” she hisses.

Hidden behind the counter, she jumps down and bends to grab her shorts and panties off the floor, quickly pulling them on. When she grabs Wyatt’s phone from the kitchen, I take it from her, pinning her with a look before she can walk around me.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

“What?”

“You’re not going out there looking like that.”

“Looking like what?”

Her hair is a tangled mess from my fingers being in it, her makeup is smudged slightly beneath her eyes and at the corner of her mouth, and her face and neck are flushed with heat and a light layer of sweat, making her look sexy as fuck.

Grabbing her hips, I turn her around to face the long mirror on the back wall, letting her see.

“Like that,” I say into her ear.

Her face burns even hotter as she lets me go, stepping closer to the mirror to fix her hair with her fingers. Purposely leaving my jeans unzipped, I walk toward Wren, smirking at him as he smiles and shakes his head at me.

“Cocky bastard.” He breathes a laugh.

When we walk outside, Wyatt’s standing a few feet away from our cars, barely managing to hide the hostility on his face as I approach him. I toss him his phone, and he catches it, taking a cautious step back when I take one toward him.

“Did you watch?”

“Watch what?” he asks calmly enough, but I don’t miss the flash of envy in his eyes.

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