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She does and wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to my shoulders when I slip back inside to ride it out of her. I squeeze her peach ass and she bites my neck as payback, pulling my hair so hard I moan.

“Come for me.” I rasp, grinding on her clit to set her off. “Now.”

“Oh, fuck. Damon!” She screams, clinging to me while she falls apart in my arms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

My vision blurs and I tip my head back on my shoulders, holding her down on me while my cock jerks and pulses inside her. She drops her head on my chest and I spin us to lean back on the wall, sliding my ass down to the floor and holding her there.

She doesn’t move.

“You good?” I rasp, gently running my hands over her back.

“You scare me, Damon.” She whispers, sliding her hand over my pulsing heart while hers races to keep up with it.

“I know, baby.” I whisper back, tangling my fingers in her hair. “I know.”

Chapter 25

Callie

“I feel like all we do is party.”

I snort, throwing back another shot of vodka. “That’s because it’s true, Rach.”

She laughs lightly, glancing off to the side. “Yeah..”

I frown at her sudden mood change and follow her line of sight, raising a brow when I realize she’s watching Ryan grind on some cheerleader in his massive outdoor swimming pool.

Does she like him?

I open my mouth to ask, but then something to my left catches my attention and I glare, watching the group of smoking hot girls surrounding Damon like moths to a flame. I keep my eye one bitch in particular, the pretty brunette with a death wish, it seems. She steps right up to him with her fake tits and ass on full display, then she drags her red painted bottom lip through her teeth and slides her greedy little hands over his chest.

Fuck, no.

“Uh, oh.” Rachel teases, grabbing the bottle of vodka to pour us another round. “I know that look. You gonna go all psycho Callie on her ass?”

I neck my shot and toss the glass on the island, shrugging. “I might.”

She laughs and I turn around to go over there, but then that Theo douchebag rocks up and blocks my path with two beers in his hands, grinning while he hands me one.

“Sup, Callie?”

I raise a brow, looking from him to the drink and back again. “Nothin’..”

“Okay, look, uh..” He hesitates, nervously running a hand through his hair. “Madison’s outside and Ryan said to make sure it’s cool with you before we let her in.”

My brows raise and I pull my head back, confused. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Is that a no?” He cringes, looking off to the door and back again.

I quickly shake my head to rid myself of this strange encounter, frowning when I realize I’m not hallucinating. “Okay, let me get this straight. You’re asking me if the head cheerleader and queen of your school can come in here tonight?”

His brows pull in and he hesitates again, unsure what to make of me. “Is that a trick question?”

“No.”

“Then, yeah.. I guess. So can I let her in or what?”

“I don’t care, pretty boy. Do whatever the hell you want.”

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