Page 56 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Fuck, Callie.” He growls through his teeth, slamming his hips into mine and holding them there while he fills me up with his own release.

He drops his head to the crook of my neck and I can't breathe, let alone find the strength to shove his big ass body off me, which is why I let him stay there. We stay silent while we catch our breath for I don't know how long, then he lifts his head to kiss my lips and rolls off me to stare at the ceiling a moment.

I lick my lips, feeling hella awkward when he makes no move to leave. “Uh..”

He laughs lightly, dropping his hand down on my thigh. “Chill, punk.”

Well, okay, then.

Ignoring the way he just read my mind without looking at me, I lean over to grab the comforter and pull it over my naked body, leaving him the other half if he wants to take it.

He does.

Chapter 17

Callie

I wake up hot.

Really fuckin’ hot.

Cracking one eye open, I squint at the rising sun through the small split in the curtains, grinning when I remember I don't have to get up for school today. Just when I'm about to move to open them fully, I eye the massive, inked arm wrapped around my waist and freeze, feeling his entire body pressed up against my back like a damn furnace.

He never left..

I frown and lie tense a moment, listening to him breathe while I struggle to plan my next move because this has never happened to me before.

I don't like this.

Not one fucking bit.

He knows as well as I do this was just sex, so why the fuck would he let himself fall asleep in here when he knows we'd have to endure this awkward morning after encounter? I know we're in his house and he can sleep wherever the hell he wants but come on, his own bed isn't a far walk from here. He could have easily slipped out and..

“You think too much.”

I jump at the sound of his raspy voice, pulling my brows in while I think on his words. I'm not the girl who overthinks every little detail and tries to decipher every hidden meaning, but with Damon, I have to be careful. I have to keep my guard up with him, because the way he looks at me sometimes, the way he touches me and handles me in front of others for all to see, it's almost like he wants me for more than just my body.

Because when I want something, I take it and it's mine.

I'm not his, and I never will be.

I'll never be anyone's..

He spreads his hand over my stomach and I shiver, curling my toes on the sheet when he presses his mouth to my ear. “Stop. Thinking.”

I release a shaky breath, moaning when he licks the pulsing vein in my neck like he's proud of it. He slides his hand over my body to cup my bare pussy and I do as I'm told.

I stop thinking.

“Fuck me.”

He laughs lightly, sliding his hard cock between my legs to rub it on my clit. “Like this?”

I nod into the pillow, hiding a grin when he shoves two fingers inside me and yanks me back on his hips. I wince at that, hissing a sharp breath through my teeth when his skin rubs like fire on my beat up ass cheeks.

“You sure about that, punk?”

I work my jaw and elbow his ribs, spinning on him to shove him down on his back. He grins like an asshole and I raise a brow, lifting one leg over his body to straddle his thighs.

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