Page 83 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Levi?”

He nods, chewing his lip a little. I blow my snack to cool it and take a bite off the top, not missing the way his bloodshot eyes drop to follow the movement.

“Why’d you punch him?”

“Because he pissed me off.”

“Did he fuck her?”

“No.” He frowns, eyeing me. “That’s what you thought?”

I shrug, taking another bite. “That’s what it looked like from where I was standing.”

He shakes his head, only hesitating a beat before he decides to tell me. “He said he wanted me.”

“Do you want him?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

He raises a brow, taking his joint back to inhale a couple long hits. “Just say it, Callie.”

“You want him, you just don’t wanna get your heart broken again. You’re scared you’ll fall if he gets too close so you’re pushing him away.”

He smirks at that, leaning into me to speak in my ear. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

I lick my lips, unable to fight the pull. My eyes move to find Damon’s and I shift in my seat, watching him watch me from his seat beside Kai in the hot tub. He lifts his beer to his lips and I look away, swallowing the rest of my snack to distract myself.

“Why don’t you fuck girls, Wren?”

He laughs lightly, seeing right through me and my deflecting tactics. “What makes you think I don’t?”

I raise a brow, giving him my best I call bullshit look. He sighs heavily and drops his eyes to my chest, eyeing me and my half naked body while he thinks on his answer. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times, suddenly lost for words, and then it hits me.

Oh.

I lick my lips and his eyes lift, watching me with his brows dipped when I inch closer to him. I ignore the eyes on my back and run my hand over his bare chest, searching his face for any signs of hesitation. Once I’m satisfied I’m not way outta line here, I twist to face him fully and slide my free hand through his hair, pressing my body flush against his. His eyes fly over my shoulder and I tense, slowly following his line of sight. Damon’s still watching my every move, white knuckling the beer bottle in his hand with his jaw locked, but he makes no move to stop me.

I could be seeing things, but I swear to god he nods.

I look back to Wren and slide my hand lower, teasing his waistband with my finger while I tease his lips with mine. His breathing picks up a little and his eyes fill with heat, then he slides his hand around my waist and kisses me right here in front of them.

I don’t know whether it’s because I’m drunk or high or both or whether it’s because I just want to erase that constant tortured look in his eyes for a moment, but I find myself letting him do it and kissing him back. He pulls me onto his lap and I go willingly, wrapping my thighs around his waist and my hands around his neck while he takes my mouth like he wants it.

“Fuck, Callie.” He rasps, gripping my hips with both hands to grind on me.

I grin over his mouth when I feel his hard cock rubbing against my thong, dragging his bottom lip through my teeth. “I’d say you got nothin’ to worry about, ganja man.”

He smirks, lifting his eyes to look at something above me. “That makes one of us.”

I laugh lightly and move to climb off him, squealing when Damon snatches my waist to throw me over his shoulder. He smacks my ass and I squeal, squeezing my legs together when he rubs it better. I can’t tell if he’s mad or not so I straighten up to look at him, moaning when he smacks me again, harder this time.

“Damon..”

He ignores me and drops my ass down on the edge of the hot tub, jumping in to throw my legs apart and kneel between my thighs. Kai appears on my left with four shot glasses and a bottle of tequila while Wren comes up with the salt and limes, both dropping down on the edge either side of me.

I frown, looking between the three. “What are you-”

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