Page 89 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Damon-”

“What’d you do when your Dad told you not to marry Mom?” I ask, cocking my head to the side because I dare him to lie to me on this.

“I told him to go fuck himself.” He says simply, grinning at the memory. “Then I did it anyway.”

I smirk and he raises a brow, sliding his eyes over my shoulder to look at something. I follow his line of sight to watch Callie coming down the stairs looking damn fine, wearing a pair of dark ripped jeans with a tight tank and a shit eating grin on her face.

She’s three minutes late and she knows it.

“You’re in so much trouble, kid.”

“How’s that?”

“You’ll see.” He hides a smirk, still looking at her. “Hi, Callie.”

“Sup, Mr Kingston?” She tips her chin, blatantly checking him out while she walks over. “Damn, you’re hot.”

I lock my jaw and he shakes his head at her, standing to leave. “You know you can call me Elijah, right?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to?”

“Nope.”

He laughs at that, tossing a wave over his shoulder while he walks off to the gym. “Have fun.”

She shrugs and turns to face me fully, still grinning. “Ready?”

I glare, snatching her waist to pull her into me. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Maybe.” She jokes, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss me. “Where’re the boys?”

“Went to that little coffee shop you like down the street.”

She laughs at that, knowing Kai’s not down there for the coffee.

“He ever met a girl he wanted to call his?” She asks, eyeing me over her shoulder while she walks for the elevator.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

I lick my lips, backing her up into the mirrored wall to pin her body with mine. “Guess he hasn’t found one worth it yet.”

A sweet ass grin spreads across her face and I fight to keep mine in check, running my finger over her waistband. “I’m gonna fuck you right here later.” I tease her lips, slipping my hand inside to rub her clit. “Imma rip these off and lick this sweet little pussy until you come, then imma spin you around and make you watch yourself scream while I take you from behind.” I rasp, pulling her head back to bite her lip ring. “So fuckin’ hard, baby.”

She moans, digging her nails into her neck while she grinds her pussy on my hand, greedy for more. “Why not right fuckin’ now?”

“Because we’re late.” I kiss her, pulling my hand out to suck her from my finger.

Her eyes darken and I take her hand in mine, interlocking our fingers while we walk out to my car waiting out front. We jump in and I lean over to pull her seatbelt on, working my jaw because she never fucking thinks to do it herself. I pull away and head south, stopping just outside the coffee shop to wait for the boys. Wren and Kai step out a moment later, hitting us with their big ass grins while they walk over to pass Callie her coffee through the window. They leave just as quick as they came and Callie pulls her brows in, spinning in her seat to watch them both jump in their own cars behind us.

“Damon..”

“Yes, Callie?”

“What’s going on?” She rasps, damn near bouncing in her seat.

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