Page 205 of Pretty Little Lies

LEVI: I got a run Friday. You want in?

BAY: I’m there. Juice and Hot Rod have the girls?

LEVI: Already ran it by them. Rod is comin’ with, though. Juice’s got them.

BAY: Perfect. I’ll text you?—

My body slamsinto what feels like a wall before my head immediately snaps up, an apology on my lips before meeting Torin’s face and his mild expression.

“Hey,” I greet with an easy smile. “What are you doing here?”

His arm snakes around my waist as he possessively pulls me to his front. “That smile for me, Wildfire?”

“No, Pretty Boy, it’s for the dude behind you.” I rise on my tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “But, yeah…it’s for you.”

His tongue licks at my bottom lip, and I open for him, receiving the front end of his need for me. He growls, low and deep, spreading a hot wave of desire between my legs and up my frame like gasoline.

Torin’s hand laces with mine as he pulls us into an empty classroom and swiftly slams the door. My spine is the next thing to go up against the hard surface and my needy boyfriend already has his hand down my sweats and locating with my clit.

“Who said you could wear these here?” he leers, creating soft and steady circular motions to my sanity.

“Pants?”

“Thesepants. They’re easy fuckin’ access.”

I lace my fingers through the soft, thick locks of his hair. “Well, good thing, because you’re here.”

“You didn’t know I’d be here,” he retorts, leaning in to nestle his face into the column of my neck. I don’t even get to answer, as my focus locks on how tunnel vision he is on my clit. “Already so fucking wet for me, baby.”

He licks at my throat at the same moment I feel a tremor rack through my body. “I’m always wet for you, Pretty Boy. I like your asshole.”

“Were you wet for him, too?”

“Mhm? Who…my teacher? You gonna be jealous of every dude who enters my day?”

“Probably.” The cotton material of my sweats is then tugged past my ass, and Torin begins quickly removing them off one leg.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as he quietly lifts me to wrap my legs around his waist. “You seem like you’re having a bad—” His cock—that I didn’t know was out yet—drives inside me in one urgent thrust, and I squeeze onto the sharp gasp and surprise from his entry. My face goes to the same exact place his was on mine. My lips brushing against the soft place of his neck, smelling of cedar and mint. “Bad day, Pretty Boy?”

“Extremely,” he deadpans as my back hits the back of the door with each propel of his hips. “You always seemed to make it better.” I noticed the past tense of that verb as if I’m dead orsomething. That I’m no longer around and I’m a ghost. “How many times did you fuck my brother?”

I can’t help but smile against his skin and jealously for Reeve. I knew out of the two that he’d have the most hard time with all this. “Don’t play this game. He hasn’t fucked me since you did the other day. When you licked me up and down until I screamed.”

“Whose name did you scream?”

“Yours,” I whisper, opening my lips and taking his skin in my mouth. A small moan escapes my lips as he fucks me, and I feel the shudder of his body as I work him with the lapses of my lips. “I screamed your name over and over…and over again.”

“Yeah, you did. And you taste so fucking good, Wildfire. Like sins, and lies, and everything bad thing that enters my life.”

“What do you mean?—”

“How many times did youfuckmy brother, Bay?” I pull from the safety of his body and stare right ahead at Torin’s deathly gaze.

It’s all full of hate.

Just like before, but worse.

This time, there are traces of betrayal in those golden browns. And we’re officially not talking about Reeve anymore.

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