Page 49 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Back seat of her car.”

I laugh and shake my head at him, grinning. “Fucker.”

He grins back and grabs three more beers, passing me two while we walk over to Wren and Callie. He drops his ass down on her other side to keep her company and I take the space beside Wren, lightly knocking his shoulder with mine.

“You alright, brother?”

He nods once, taking his drink. “He said he saw her at the store dropping off a bunch of her stuff to give to charity. Her Dad got a promotion in New York. They're all leaving in a few days.”

I nod, eyeing him. “Do you care?”

“No.”

“Why’d you snap?”

“I don't know.” He mutters, looking down at his busted up hand. “He said some shit and I.. fuck, man, I just lost it.”

I tense. “What shit?”

He swallows and I frown, grinding my teeth when his eyes hit mine, his unshed fucking tears right there beneath the surface.

“Wren.”

“I don't know what to do, brother.” He whispers, clearing his throat when he spots Callie laughing and backing her drunk ass away from us.

Kai smirks at her, leaning back on his hands. “You wouldn't.”

“You sure?” She smirks back, crossing her arms over her body to rip her tank over her head.

“Callie..”

“Yes, Damon?” She teases, taking off her fucking shorts and tossing them to the side.

My reply stills in my throat when she stands in front of us wearing nothing but a black bra and a matching thong because fuck me, she’s hot. She reaches behind her back to undo the bra and I lean forward, pinning her with my eyes.

“Don't you dare.”

She grins and does it anyway, quickly giving me her back while she drops her thong to the sand and steps right into the ocean, butt fucking naked with zero fucks to give.

I don't bother to take my eyes off the dips and curves of her tight little body to check if she's gained an audience with her little performance because there's really no point. I already know they're looking.

“I'm gonna kill you.”

Kai laughs at me, and the only reason I don't kick his ass right here and now is because Wren's grinning. “You're in so much trouble, brother.”

I lick my lips, necking my beer while I watch her dive in and disappear under the water for a couple seconds. “How’s that?”

“You really have to ask?” He laughs lightly, relighting her joint while he sits back to enjoy the fucking Callie show. “I saw her up in Mom's spot before. She's got your bossy ass wrapped around her little finger and I'm pretty sure she knows it.”

I ignore that, watching her when she jogs back over to us, barely managing to cover those naturally perky tits and her shaved pussy while she quickly throws her clothes back on.

“Pay up, fuck boy.” She smirks, moving her wet hair over one shoulder to wring it out.

Kai grins and slaps a fifty dollar bill in her hand, pleased with himself and his little game, no doubt. She pockets the cash and throws her hoodie over her shoulders, then she winks at Wren and moves to leave, headed straight for Rachel and the group of guys eyeing her like hungry dogs sizing up their next meal. I lock my jaw and snatch her inner thigh to stop her, squeezing to demand her eyes hit mine. They do and I hold them there, tightening my grip on her with a silent promise.

You won't sit for days when I'm finished with that ass.

Her hazel eyes darken and she looks away with a grin, heading over to her little fan club over by the bonfire. Ryan hands her a drink and she punches his chest, shaking her head when he laughs at her. He steps closer and I curl my fingers in the sand, silently daring him to make his move. Right then, his eyes hit mine and I glare, slowly shaking my head in warning.

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