Page 76 of Pretty Little Lies

10thgrade.

A beautiful blonde with a nice pair of tits and lips that were made for sucking good cock.

“Have you fucked her?” My question is a gaping hole of how much it’d piss me the fuck off. That he thinks he can just waltz his cool-as-a-cucumber veneer and take her from me.

“Are you still fisting my shirt, Wildes?”

Shit, I didn’t even realize it until he just said that.

I should let go. Keyword—should.

However, he knows how much that answer is going to relieve or make me want to toss him over this balcony.

Yeah, I don’t deserve shit from that girl. If anyone, he does. I’ve repeated it over and over in my head, time and time again. However, it doesn’t resolve anything. It doesn’t stop making my dick hard. It doesn’t halt the way my eyes soak her in, and I imagine more incidents of her shirt pulled over her tits, her lips wrapped around my cock, listening to that shuttered breathing she tries to control.

The night Reeve ran after her when Levi lost his shit, I wanted to accompany, but held back. He’s always guarded her against me and my temper.

He’s perfect.

I’m fucked up.

He’s purely for her and I’m tainted with a carnal need to just own now that the urge to kill her has worn off.

“You got five seconds,” Reeve exhorts with that cool attitude and the blunt fastening around his lips. “We’ll do an experiment and I’ll fuck you up to see if we can get that hearing back.”

I shove him away from me, to which he promptly goes back to the railing to watch his new obsession, unfazed by my sulking and small fit of rage.

“I think it’s time to mix things up,” he says casually, using his hands to make sure I don’t miss his words. “Maybe shift some plans and win some brownie points.”

I come to his side so I can hear him better in my right ear. “What do you mean?”

“I think…” He inhales his next hit, long and smooth. His blonde hair blowing from the breeze coming from the ocean. “We should publicly—” A few gasps and a loud splash of water catch my attention during the skip of the next song and Bay is gone.

My eyes fall to the pool, finding dark locks floating aimlessly under the surface as Matteo hovers over the side, waiting for her to resurface.

Reeve leans over the railing, getting a closer look through his high, and a few more seconds tick by and nothing.

I blink one more time through my own haze before Reeve kicks his leg over the metal banister without hesitation, about to jump down over fourteen feet-ish to the ground and break his damn ass. My hand clutches the back of his shirt, seeing Cairo step out of the crowd like a mirage.

“Wait,” I growl out right before Matteo jumps in after her then, submerging underneath the chloride water.

“Get off me,” Reeve sneers, ripping out of my hold and beginning to twist around to, I’m sure, get down there.

“Hold on,” I clip out, meeting Reeve’s darkened expression. He’s pissed, and I am too, because something is plainly not right or hasn’t been between the two.

That’s intimidation if I’ve ever saw it.

I’ve done it.

Cairo cuts his dark gaze up to me, standing at the edge of the pool. I nod because Reeve and I will take care ofthatproblem before the end of the night.

Bad enough for De Leon is that Reeve is high, and highly pissed. I’m petty all the time, but he’s a bitch when mad.

Matteo breeches the surface with Bay in his arms, reaching the edge and slowly depositing a dripping wet Bay Astor. The black material of her dress sticks deliciously to her skin, but it’s unfortunately not my sole focus.

It’s my best friend hovering over her like a possessive wolverine about to tear Matteo’s face off.

“It was a setup,” I tell Reeve.

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