Page 70 of Kings of Westbrook High

I blink, stealing the brownie from her mouth toss it in my mine. “How many of these have you had?”

“Not as many as Wren.” She jokes, taking another one.

A light laugh leaves me and I wrap my arm around her back, sliding the other one over her bare thigh. Her toes curl on Wren’s lap and he raises a brow, lifting his eyes to her.

She looks to the screen, lightly kicking his chest. “Shut up.”

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Thirteen hours later, Wren’s passed out on my arm and Kai’s passed out on Callie’s lap, damn near eating her pussy he’s that fucking close.

I slide my hand over her stomach and she tips her head back on my shoulder, grinning. “You gonna fuck me tonight, big brother?”

I lick my lips and pull hers to mine, smirking when she visibly shivers in my arms. “You want me to?”

She nods, snatching my bottom lip between her teeth. I groan and she laughs lightly, teasing my hair with her nails and my tongue with hers.

“Is it weird you two are making my dick hard?”

Callie raises a brow at that, sliding her eyes to Kai. “Do you always think out loud?”

“Pretty much.” He shrugs, still half asleep on her lap. “For real, though. Quit squeezing your legs together unless you’re gonna let me put my-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He laughs at me and I roll my eyes, shoving Wren’s big ass off me to lift him off the couch. Callie wraps his other arm around her neck and we carry him across the hall, dropping him down on his bed and covering him with the blanket. Kai’s passed out again by the time we get back so we do the same with him, laughing lightly when he cracks one eye open and winks at us, the fucker. Callie snatches my hand and drags me towards her room so I pull her back and spin her to face me, grinning when she raises a brow.

“Changed your mind, have you?”

I shake my head and grab her ass with both hands, lifting her up to wrap her legs around my waist. “Mine.”

She frowns, bouncing her eyes between mine while I carry her over to my room. As soon as the door closes, I spin her and toss her down on the bed, falling down on her in the same beat to take her mouth the way I want it.

She moans, grinding on me. “Why?”

“Why are you mine?”

She nods, throwing her head back when I push her little shorts to the side to play with her clit.

“Because I said so.”

“Because you said so.” She deadpans, bucking her hips when I slide two fingers inside her already wet pussy.

“This is mine.” I rasp, snatching her lip ring between my teeth. “Whether you like it or not, you are mine.”

“You’re actin’ awful stupid for a bad boy king with a helluva lot to lose.” She teases, playing it off like the pro she is. “How do you know I’m not a fake digging for gold?”

I grin, lifting her shirt to her kiss toned stomach. “Why don’t you let me worry about that?”

She nods, forgetting the conversation altogether when I slide my tongue over her hip bone and nip the spot with my teeth. I pull her shorts down and toss them to the floor, then I dive in and eat her pussy like I’ve been dying to since the second I sat her up on the kitchen island this morning. She moans and grips my hair, fucking my mouth while I fuck her with my tongue and my fingers.

“You gonna come for me, punk?” I eye her, licking her clit. “Make this tight little pussy nice and wet for me?”

She nods wildly, biting her own lip to shut herself up while she shakes and falls apart beneath me. She traps my head between her thighs so I suck her clit into my mouth, grinning when she jolts and shoves my head away.

“Prick.”

“Bitch.”

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