Page 58 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“No.”

“Where is he?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

I glare at that, shoving his chest to get him the fuck away from me. Of course that’s why he’s here.

“Don’t do that.” He shakes his head. “I don’t give a fuck about Derek, Hailey. I came here for you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t you?” He steps closer again, caging me in with his arms on either side of me.

My breath catches as I look up at his face, but it’s not fear that I feel. It’s something much, much worse than that.

Holding my eyes, he takes my hand and places it on his chest, allowing me to feel the way his heart is beating as fast as mine is. Then he takes my other hand, watching me for my reaction while he slowly moves it down to the front of his jeans. My face feels like it’s burning, but I refuse to break eye contact, refuse to pull my hand away from his dick. He’s so hard, his hips bucking when my curious fingers curl around the length of him.

“Fuck,” he groans again, allowing me to explore as he grips the edge of counter.

“You believe me now?” he asks, his voice strained.

I do, but I don’t tell him that.

It’s fun teasing him, giving him a little taste of his own medicine, but I stop before it leads to more and force my hands to fall away from his body.

“What do you want?” I ask again.

“Still you,” he says softly. His gaze runs over me again, and he rakes his fingers through the ends of my damp hair. “Being near you. Talking to you. Touching you…” He lets out a breath. “You make me feel better.”

“Better.” I scrunch my brows, moving my eyes between his. “What’s wrong with you?”

He chuckles, but it doesn’t sound right. “You know you’re the third person to ask me that tonight? I kinda like it when it’s you asking, though.”

“You gonna answer me?”

He shakes his head, brushing his mouth over the corner of mine. He’s doing that thing again where he’s kissing me without really kissing me, and I hate how it makes me crave more.

I hold on to his neck, and one of his hands moves down to the back of my thigh, dragging it up to his hip. He rolls into me, and I moan before I can stop it when I feel his dick rubbing against my pussy.

He curses. “Baby, are you bare under these?” he asks, squeezing my ass over my sweats.

I nod, and he drops his mouth to my neck, kissing me there while he lifts me up and sets me down on the counter. Spreading my legs, he moves in between them and grinds on my clit with purpose. I fist his hair, and he hooks his finger into the collar of my hoodie, pulling it out of the way to grant himself better access to my throat.

He and I both know he’s pushing his luck, seeing how far he can push me, and I’m the sucker who’s letting it happen.

Why am I letting this happen?

Right here on my kitchen counter—on Valerie’s kitchen counter—where Derek and I eat on nights when he’s not out trying to ruin his life more than he already has.

I’ve never even had a friend over before, let alone a boy. Not just a boy. A fucking Kingston brother. My aunt and brother would lose their shit if they could see me now.

“I’m not letting you fuck me,” I breathe against the side of Kai’s face.

He chuckles. “I know, baby,” he says, still grinding on me as he slides his tongue over my neck. “The next time you allow me to get you like this though…”

I scoff out a laugh. “Not a chance.”

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