Page 37 of Kings of Westbrook High

“I said you could get her, fucker. You didn't have to carry her.”

“Jealous, big brother?” Kai jokes, earning himself the bad boy glare that's usually pointed at me.

Damon moves to stand but Kai just laughs at him and tosses me down on his lap to use me as a human shield.

“Kai!” I screech, jumping up and locking my jaw when Damon snatches my waist to pull me down on him.

The twins smirk and move to grab some beers from the fridge while the sexy prick behind me wraps his arms around me and leans over to speak in my ear. “Stay.”

“Like a dog?”

“If that's how you want it.”

I keep my mouth shut, biting my lip hard when I feel his cock pressed up against my ass, his thin basketball shorts and my flimsy ones leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He’s not even fully hard and I can tell he’s big. My body burns with that now familiar need I feel whenever he's close and I lock my legs together, doing my best to ignore the way my walls clench around nothing when he tightens his arms around me to pull me back into his chest. It doesn't help that he's fucking shirtless. They all are, I only just notice, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re up to something.

“What's the game?” I rasp, swallowing a moan when Damon spreads his big hands over my stomach, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.

“Clever girl.” He teases, moving his mouth down to the pulsing vein in my neck. “Play nice, punk.”

My head tips back on his shoulder without permission and he grins, enjoying me and my reaction to him. I’m just about to ask what he means, but then the elevator doors slide open and Katherine steps in from wherever she's been for the last four days. I know Elijah suggested she take a vacation with her girlfriends to cool off but I didn't care enough to ask where she was going. I haven't seen or heard from her since the night she smacked me after the boys blew up that mental hospital. Apparently Elijah made the whole thing disappear within just a few hours, bought every single one of the photos of me being dragged up here by the cops and had them destroyed, even managed to kill the story the reporters wanted to write on the woman who abandoned her daughter in the hospital for money.

If only that was her biggest crime.

She damn near trips over her red bottoms when she sees me with them and I roll my lips to hide a laugh, grinning when Wren drops down beside us and hands me a beer.

“Sup, Kathy.” Kai tips his chin, dropping down on our other side. “Want a beer?”

She scowls at him, hateful as fuck, and I strangely find myself wanting to strangle her just for that look alone. She killed his fucking mother and she has the nerve to look at him like that in his own house?

As if she can sense my weird need to protect what isn't mine, she slides her snake eyes to me, pissed. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Hangin’ out with my stepbrothers.” I shrug, leaning back on Damon’s chest. “You got a problem with that?”

She sighs, desperately trying to hide her anger, but we all see it. “Boys, can I have a moment alone with my daughter, please?”

“This is their house.” I glare, ignoring the way every head in here snaps my way. “Don't fuckin’ stand there and tell them to leave like you own the place.”

She scowls at me this time, clearly displeased with me and my attitude, but I don't give a fuck. Damon tightens his grip around my waist and slides his free hand down to my thigh, squeezing a little in warning.

Play nice.

I roll my eyes and sip my beer.

“We’re gonna order a pizza.” Wren lightens the mood, casually flicking through the Domino's menu in his hand. “You want us to get you anything?”

“Actually, I was hoping Callie and I could go downstairs for dinner together.” She grasps at straws, stepping closer to place her purse on the island. “What do you say?”

I lock my jaw because it doesn't take a genius to figure out she only wants to spend time with me when she's trying to get me away from them. I open my mouth to tell her to go fuck herself, jolting when Damon pinches my inner thigh under the counter.

“Fuck.”

She frowns. “Excuse me?”

“I said fine.” I speak through my teeth, hating the way her lips form a sly little smirk at the sudden submission she thinks is for her.

“Be ready in an hour.” She orders, eyeing my outfit when I stand to walk for the stairs. “And please wear something from the closet I filled for you. That’s what it’s there for.”

“Get fucked.”

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