Page 127 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Me.

She wants me.

I let go of Wren and go to her, kneeling on the bed and crawling up between her legs. Propping my forearms on either side of her head, I cover her body with mine and press my forehead to hers.

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Hi,” she says quietly.

I smile at the sound of her voice. “What are you listening to?”

“A book.”

I clear my throat to cover my groan, knowing the kind of books Callie reads. “Is it good?”

Hailey flushes, chewing her lip. “Really good. It’s, uh…”

I laugh. “Hot?”

“Yes,” she rasps.

I groan for real this time. I know she likes romance books but… “Have you ever read a book like that before?”

She shakes her head, her face burning as she flicks her eyes toward Callie. “She’s corrupting me.”

I smirk. “That’s my job.” Lowering my hips, I rub myself against her and press my mouth to her ear. “Is your pussy wet?”

She fights a moan, her hand still holding Callie’s as she uses the other one to grab my waist, stopping my movements. When she looks toward the foot of the bed, I turn my head to follow her line of sight. Damon’s standing there with his eyes on his wife, his dark blue gaze filled with agony and uncertainty. I can tell Callie’s dying to say something to him, but no words leave her mouth. It’s as if they’re stuck there, unable to get out. My heart sinks in my chest, hurting for them both, but I have no doubt the two of them will figure it out. They always do.

“Callie…?” Damon asks.

She nods fiercely, and Damon’s shoulders fall with relief as he gets on to the bed, mirroring my position and dropping his face into Callie’s neck. Her legs wrap around his waist as her arm wraps around his head, her fingers moving through his hair. Hailey does the same thing to me, pulling my attention away from them and back to her.

I kiss her, sliding my hands beneath her back and moving her shirt up a little, digging my fingers into her warm, soft flesh. Just as I start to pick her up, planning on taking her down to bed to give Damon and Callie some privacy, Callie’s grip tightens on Hailey’s fingers, and I freeze. I look at Callie, then Damon, then back to Hailey, searching for her reaction. When she doesn’t look horrified by the idea of staying, I settle her back down on the bed. She grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in, so I press my weight into her, reclaiming her mouth and teasing her tongue with mine.

Damon kisses Callie while Wren and Levi grab drinks from the bar, strip down to their underwear, and make their way into the pool in my peripheral.

Impatient as ever, Damon starts tearing at Callie’s clothes, desperate to make her feel good. He leaves her hoodie on but unzipped, her chest exposed, his lips on her collarbone as he pops the button on her jeans and slips his hand inside.

Hailey turns her head toward them, her widened gaze snagging on Callie’s breasts, then on Damon’s fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

“Dude.” I smack him upside the head. “Real subtle, motherfucker.”

He doesn’t lift his head as he grabs the back of mine and pushes me back down to Hailey. “She has a mouth,” he says. “Let her use it.”

Asshole.

Batting his hand away, I study Hailey’s features. She looks a little nervous, but not uncomfortable. She can’t keep still, fidgeting around as if she’s excited, her eyes filled with heat and desire.

I raise a brow. “You want this?”

She nods.

“If you change your mind, or if we do something you don’t like, you tell me.”

Her gaze flicks to Damon. “We?”

Damon, the bastard, smirks right at her as he licks a line up the side of Callie’s throat. Hailey’s eyes widen even more. I smack him again.

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