Page 81 of Chaos at Westbrook High

Four images come through then. One of me kneeling between her legs last night, one of my dick inside her pussy, and one of my hand around her throat. The last one is a mirror selfie of her standing in her bedroom. Her phone is covering her face, but I can see everything else. Her blonde hair in the sexy mess I left it, her bare thighs, her hard nipples against the fabric of my shirt…

I groan and click the voice note button. “God fucking damn you, baby.”

Chapter 26

HAILEY

I’m talking to James in the parking lot when Kai pulls up next to us. He’s here three minutes earlier than he said he’d be, meaning he probably only had about ten minutes to shower and change his clothes. Still, he looks as good as he always does. His damp, dark hair falls messily over his forehead as his eyes devour me from head to toe and back again.

The others are here in their cars too, because of course they are.

Leaving his engine running, Kai climbs out of the car, walking around toward me as if he knows I’m not about to get in there by myself.

I send another pleading look at James, who smiles at me before sipping the latte I made him to sweeten him up.

“I hope you’re enjoying that, because you’re not getting another one.”

He laughs under his breath.

Kai opens the car door for me and rests his arms on the frame, slowly shaking his head when I glance off toward the sidewalk.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” he warns.

“Why not?”

“I’ll chase you.”

“You can chase me all you want. You won’t catch me.”

Looking both amused and turned on, he runs his eyes up and down my small form again. “I might let you prove it one day, but not today,” he says, tilting his head at the seat. “Get in.”

I look at James again, then at the other Kingstons, sighing in defeat when I accept the fact that I’m not going anywhere unless I go with Kai.

Knocking my cap down over my eyes, I get in the car, forcing myself not to let my face light up at the sight of the badass black and yellow leather interior. Kai wiggles his brows as if he knows it’s awesome before closing the door for me. When he’s seated next to me in the driver’s seat, he pulls his seatbelt on while I do the same, refusing to look at him when I feel his eyes burning into me. I was feeling brave when I sent him those pictures. It felt like I was winning this game of his at the time, but now that he’s right here next to me, the tables have turned and he’s back on top.

And now I’m remembering him on top of me, fucking my pussy and playing with my ass at the same time. I shift in my seat.

His voice is taunting and playful when he asks, “What are you thinking about?”

“Wren,” I joke. “He’s pretty hot.”

He laughs and reaches over the inner console, threading his fingers through mine. I look down at our joined hands, his thumb stroking my daisy tattoo. My stomach flips as he hits the gas, the engine purring as he follows his brothers out of the small parking lot. When I look in the side mirror, I see James pulling out behind us to follow.

“Did Derek come back?” Kai asks.

“No.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“No.”

“He’s avoiding you,” he guesses, our gazes colliding briefly before I break eye contact.

“Yeah.”

“What happened?”

“I, um…I asked him about Callie. He didn’t tell me the truth but he didn’t deny it either. I yelled at him. Hit him.” I swallow. “I haven’t seen him since.”

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